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capencowl20202020-01-14 02:31 pm
maskormods) wrote in capencowl20202020-01-14 02:31 pm
HELLO SUNSHINE
WHO: EVERYONE
WHERE: STARK TOWER/THE PORTER BUILDING
WHEN: Duration of the event
WHAT: ARRIVAL TO CAPE AND COWL 2020
WARNINGS: Violence and language likely
OOC NOTES: This is a starter log to help kick off the event. Feel free to use or post your own!
Stark Tower, home of the Porter located in Midtown on 9th Avenue and 52nd, hasn’t exactly gone to rot in the years since Metas stopped arriving. Rather, it has simply been absorbed into the sprawling complex of newer, more technologically advanced government buildings as Metahumans were put into their ‘proper’ place. Once a pinnacle of the City, the tower is now dwarfed by the massive government complexes besides it, now standing more as a tribute to a bygone era, a historical curiosity still cleaned but otherwise left alone except for the newest of recruits looking to see that which they’d only heard about. The once awe-inspiring, multi-story tall labs which contain the Porter are quiet, eerie. Empty. The building is connected to, but sits on the very side edge, of the mass of now primarily administrative buildings. The prisons and training post have moved to more strategic grounds. Only office workers and their normal security detail keep the old Tower and her Porter company, and both are happy to simply go about their endless days, ignoring one another.
CHARACTERS ARRIVING JANUARY 14TH
This arrangement breeds complacency. The first day, the workers simply believe it’s a computer glitch, some rat in the wires telling them the Porter is drawing power again. So the first wave of new Metas have a pretty easy go.
You arrive alone, or in a pair, or in a gaggle of others. The giant has the echo of once being impressive, but years of only weekly cleanings and a lack of human contact have left it feeling hollow. There’s no clear sign of what is happening for a moment. The first few of you may even be able to just quietly leave, walk right out onto the confusing City streets without anyone but a uniformed office clerk noticing.
After that, people start to notice. A handful of security shows up to investigate after the first hour to ask who you are, how you got in here, what the hell prank you’re trying to pull. Then an arrival is witnessed, and all hell starts to break out.
Now new Metas arrive to blaring alarms and guns at their faces, demanding you get on the floor with hands in the air. Maybe you fight free, maybe you’re taken away in power suppressing handcuffs to be ‘processed.’ Those with a quick wit or zeal for order may be able to talk their way into simply being brought the paperwork to sign on to join the government. Others will be transported to the reprogramming centers. But time works for both sides, and resistance members undercover in the office space have gotten the news too, ready to help smuggle the Metas that they can quietly out a side door with instructions on a safe house to run to.
It’s a very confusing day.
CHARACTERS ARRIVING AFTER THE 14TH
To the shock and awe of all, the Porter doesn’t stop. An unprecedented number of Metas are coming through, more at once than even the heyday of meta arrivals and freedom. And with that comes fear. The Tower is now fully secure, a small army of specially trained humans and government owned Metas prowling the halls, waiting for the next batch to arrive.
And arrive they do, again sometimes alone, sometimes in pairs. Many are quickly taken into custody, to be transported to the proper processing facility. Occasionally, undercover agents for the resistance are clever enough to smuggle new arrivals out. Rarely, a desperate group of Meta rebels will attack the outside of the building, granting enough time for new arrivals to simply run, sometimes still in handcuffs. How ever they leave the Tower, it’s clear this is a dangerous world these new arrivals have come into.
WHERE: STARK TOWER/THE PORTER BUILDING
WHEN: Duration of the event
WHAT: ARRIVAL TO CAPE AND COWL 2020
WARNINGS: Violence and language likely
OOC NOTES: This is a starter log to help kick off the event. Feel free to use or post your own!
Stark Tower, home of the Porter located in Midtown on 9th Avenue and 52nd, hasn’t exactly gone to rot in the years since Metas stopped arriving. Rather, it has simply been absorbed into the sprawling complex of newer, more technologically advanced government buildings as Metahumans were put into their ‘proper’ place. Once a pinnacle of the City, the tower is now dwarfed by the massive government complexes besides it, now standing more as a tribute to a bygone era, a historical curiosity still cleaned but otherwise left alone except for the newest of recruits looking to see that which they’d only heard about. The once awe-inspiring, multi-story tall labs which contain the Porter are quiet, eerie. Empty. The building is connected to, but sits on the very side edge, of the mass of now primarily administrative buildings. The prisons and training post have moved to more strategic grounds. Only office workers and their normal security detail keep the old Tower and her Porter company, and both are happy to simply go about their endless days, ignoring one another.
CHARACTERS ARRIVING JANUARY 14TH
This arrangement breeds complacency. The first day, the workers simply believe it’s a computer glitch, some rat in the wires telling them the Porter is drawing power again. So the first wave of new Metas have a pretty easy go.
You arrive alone, or in a pair, or in a gaggle of others. The giant has the echo of once being impressive, but years of only weekly cleanings and a lack of human contact have left it feeling hollow. There’s no clear sign of what is happening for a moment. The first few of you may even be able to just quietly leave, walk right out onto the confusing City streets without anyone but a uniformed office clerk noticing.
After that, people start to notice. A handful of security shows up to investigate after the first hour to ask who you are, how you got in here, what the hell prank you’re trying to pull. Then an arrival is witnessed, and all hell starts to break out.
Now new Metas arrive to blaring alarms and guns at their faces, demanding you get on the floor with hands in the air. Maybe you fight free, maybe you’re taken away in power suppressing handcuffs to be ‘processed.’ Those with a quick wit or zeal for order may be able to talk their way into simply being brought the paperwork to sign on to join the government. Others will be transported to the reprogramming centers. But time works for both sides, and resistance members undercover in the office space have gotten the news too, ready to help smuggle the Metas that they can quietly out a side door with instructions on a safe house to run to.
It’s a very confusing day.
CHARACTERS ARRIVING AFTER THE 14TH
To the shock and awe of all, the Porter doesn’t stop. An unprecedented number of Metas are coming through, more at once than even the heyday of meta arrivals and freedom. And with that comes fear. The Tower is now fully secure, a small army of specially trained humans and government owned Metas prowling the halls, waiting for the next batch to arrive.
And arrive they do, again sometimes alone, sometimes in pairs. Many are quickly taken into custody, to be transported to the proper processing facility. Occasionally, undercover agents for the resistance are clever enough to smuggle new arrivals out. Rarely, a desperate group of Meta rebels will attack the outside of the building, granting enough time for new arrivals to simply run, sometimes still in handcuffs. How ever they leave the Tower, it’s clear this is a dangerous world these new arrivals have come into.
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[ God, even at a time like this, he's so sweet. She types the response automatically, even as she thinks over the remainder of Khaji's response and query; she keeps typing, answering without thinking. ]
Unhurt. I'm okay. Got out of the tower fine. You don't have to worry. I can tell if I'm in danger and I know my way around, so I'm just trying to stay out of sight.
I'll see you soon. Okay?
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[ With that, the phone goes dark, silent. Khaji is gone. If Ruka typed anything else, he'd likely see, but it's no longer a constant, consistent correspondence. Khaji transfers all of Ruka's sentiments easily enough, and then it's up to Jaime to do the rest.
It feels less scandalous than it should, stealing clothes. All it really takes is adding item after item to his body as he strolls through the department store, then shutting off the security sensors long enough to get out and rip out all of the tags. By the time he arrives where Ruka is, nobody would bat an eye at him on the street. He's trudging along in a winter jacket with a furred hood, a touque jammed over unruly hair, scarf wrapped around the bottom half of his face, an expression that seems to say I was not built for winters in New York.
Jaime's always known that the best disguise is a real one. But there's no disguising his heart when he turns the corner, restraining himself from simply flinging himself at Ruka lest he attract unwanted attention. ] Ruka.
[ He hurries, though, knowing that at least it's allowed to embrace another. There's everything in his heart in that moment; relief, a guilty sort of gladness that she's here, fear, anxiety, confusion... but mostly, he's just happy to be reunited.
This is all terrifying. Strange. New, certainly. But it's far less so with Ruka by his side. Together, they figured out the apocalypse. Surely they can figure this out too. ]
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She feels too weak on her feet to push away from her loitering place when he calls her name, but she sinks into the embrace with a weariness and a longing that seem far too great for the short time they've been separated. He'll feel the tremble of her shoulders, but he won't mistake it for the cold. He'll only have had a brief moment to see her face, and the disguise of it: her hair wrapped up in a scarf made to look like a hood, the color hidden from view; the signature red eye patch gone, replaced with a plain white medical patch, as though it were only some temporary injury; even her eyebrows had been darkened with mascara, made black — to better blend in with the look of ordinary girls.
Her hands ball into fists in the material of his coat; she holds on too tightly, the same as him, afraid they might be separated again if they don't. She's so glad he's here. Without him, without the steady comfort of his heart beside hers, she wouldn't know what to believe. Wouldn't know where to start, where to look — how to know what's still real. ]
It isn't fair. It isn't right. [ The words are quiet, but there's a fierceness to them, an anguish and an injustice that the coat can't muffle. ] It wasn't like this.
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I'm here, [ he says first, because that's what he can say. ] No matter what happens, I'm -- I'm here.
[ He doesn't mean the Porter, of course - he means whatever happens here, whatever hell they get sent into, as long as it's within his power, he won't leave her side.
He knows that she won't leave his either. ]
I'm sorry. You could have never expected -- you couldn't prepare for this.
[ This, of all things. Of course she couldn't. He's always known her to prepare for everything, every move that she makes suited to gear up for one crisis or another that others would chalk up to paranoia, to something wrong with her. But he knows for her, that was just life. That's what life is. They even prepared for the apocalypse, the two of them.
They couldn't prepare for this. ]
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Her thoughts, on the other hand, go everywhere. All the possibilities for how a world like this could exist, and what it means for the one she's lost, and the people who could be here, or aren't, or the whys of so many things — they stack and spiral, none of them really making any sense or drawing any conclusions.
Well, almost none. There is one thought that rises above the rest, complete and damning in its simplicity. After all, this world was destroyed, and here it is not. Billions upon billions of people were dead, and here they are not. The place where she grew up, the place where she found her family and her first real friends, her first loves, her home had been blown apart at her back, taken away — and now it is not. Now it is returned to her — different, and strange, and scuffed in strange places, damaged anew in predictable ways — but it is. The greatest thing she's lost has been given back to her.
So, why is she so upset? Why is she so unhappy? ]
I'm sorry. [ She doesn't know what's wrong with her. She wants to cry; all she can do is tremble. ] I don't know what to do.
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[ Jaime can only guess at what's going on inside of her mind. Even when Ruka doesn't know what to do, she's busy trying to formulate a plan to see what she can do. To admit that she's at a loss is something in and of itself, even ignoring...
God. They can't ignore any of this. They're here now, after all. They have to deal with this, however they can. Jaime's just glad that he's equipped to do so, that he has Khaji on his side to help interpret everything and research and analyze until they can somehow move forward. ]
We find a safe place. We do all of the research that we can and figure out what's going on and why it's like this. And then... then we take it from there. Khaji can help us find a place.
[ This is when he'd usually ask her if she's okay, but it's clear that she's not. ]
Okay?