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khajidont) wrote in capencowl20202020-01-18 05:43 pm
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[ OPEN / CATCH-ALL ]
WHO: Jaime Reyes & YOU (with MOMories!)
WHERE: In the City's streets, at a rebellion bunker, doing some superheroics
WHEN: Throughout the event
WHAT: Jaime tries to find his footing in this strange new place, discovers that he had been here once before, and is unable to resist the urge of Do-Goodery.
WARNINGS: None anticipated! Want something specific/want to plot? PM me or hit me up on plurk @ wisdombitch.
[ A: THE CITY ]
[ The first thing Jaime has to do is get his bearings in this city that some other version of him had once been called home. The best way of doing that is just to wander the streets, so that's precisely what he's doing. He's clearly on edge, hands shoved deep in his pockets, eyes flicking to corners of the city at things unseen to any but him, but he offers anyone who passes him by a thin smile anyway. You may recognize him, either his City's self or if you remember an entirely different world like Jaime, but he tends to escape notice fairly well.
You can find him at some lonely looking diner, poking his head in for a bite of food, though it seems that he intends to work for his meal without having much in the way of cash. Or you can find him at a newsstand, grabbing a paper and ignoring the cry of (hey, are you gonna pay for that?). Or maybe you'll even find him just wandering lost, unaware of where the good parts of town are and where the bad ones are.
[ B: A REBELLION BUNKER ]
[ It doesn't take long for him to find his way into a rebellion bunker, looking just as lost here as he did on the streets. Maybe you're the one who recognized him and brought him here to fill him in, or maybe it's another. Either which way, it ends the same way: he's told that he was in charge of establishing a network between the rebels and that he can now re-establish it. He's not welcomed necessarily out of affection for the last Jaime, nor out of the goodness of their hearts, though that may be part of it. It's because more than strength or flight, communications are the backbone of any good rebellion. ]
I did that? A whole network, for you guys?
...you know that wasn't really me, right?
[ C: IS THAT A BIRD? A PLANE? NO, IT'S JUST A STUPID BUG. ]
[ Lay low. That's what he told himself. Don't get into trouble, don't do anything stupid. Just be quiet, be subtle, and wait until you have some sense of what's going on before you do anything in any which direction. Jaime's always wanted to have knowledge before he acts, and in a place that's as much a simmering pot of trouble waiting to happen, that seems like the wisest course of action.
But he's always been helpless before the sight of seeing someone getting hurt. Maybe you're just watching. Maybe you're the one in trouble. Maybe you're even the enforcer themselves. Either which way, there's a fellow in a bugsuit headed in your direction with a cry of, ] Hey! Leave them alone!
[ Stupid Jaime. ]
[ D: WILDCARD ]
[ You know the drill. ]
WHERE: In the City's streets, at a rebellion bunker, doing some superheroics
WHEN: Throughout the event
WHAT: Jaime tries to find his footing in this strange new place, discovers that he had been here once before, and is unable to resist the urge of Do-Goodery.
WARNINGS: None anticipated! Want something specific/want to plot? PM me or hit me up on plurk @ wisdombitch.
[ A: THE CITY ]
[ The first thing Jaime has to do is get his bearings in this city that some other version of him had once been called home. The best way of doing that is just to wander the streets, so that's precisely what he's doing. He's clearly on edge, hands shoved deep in his pockets, eyes flicking to corners of the city at things unseen to any but him, but he offers anyone who passes him by a thin smile anyway. You may recognize him, either his City's self or if you remember an entirely different world like Jaime, but he tends to escape notice fairly well.
You can find him at some lonely looking diner, poking his head in for a bite of food, though it seems that he intends to work for his meal without having much in the way of cash. Or you can find him at a newsstand, grabbing a paper and ignoring the cry of (hey, are you gonna pay for that?). Or maybe you'll even find him just wandering lost, unaware of where the good parts of town are and where the bad ones are.
[ B: A REBELLION BUNKER ]
[ It doesn't take long for him to find his way into a rebellion bunker, looking just as lost here as he did on the streets. Maybe you're the one who recognized him and brought him here to fill him in, or maybe it's another. Either which way, it ends the same way: he's told that he was in charge of establishing a network between the rebels and that he can now re-establish it. He's not welcomed necessarily out of affection for the last Jaime, nor out of the goodness of their hearts, though that may be part of it. It's because more than strength or flight, communications are the backbone of any good rebellion. ]
I did that? A whole network, for you guys?
...you know that wasn't really me, right?
[ C: IS THAT A BIRD? A PLANE? NO, IT'S JUST A STUPID BUG. ]
[ Lay low. That's what he told himself. Don't get into trouble, don't do anything stupid. Just be quiet, be subtle, and wait until you have some sense of what's going on before you do anything in any which direction. Jaime's always wanted to have knowledge before he acts, and in a place that's as much a simmering pot of trouble waiting to happen, that seems like the wisest course of action.
But he's always been helpless before the sight of seeing someone getting hurt. Maybe you're just watching. Maybe you're the one in trouble. Maybe you're even the enforcer themselves. Either which way, there's a fellow in a bugsuit headed in your direction with a cry of, ] Hey! Leave them alone!
[ Stupid Jaime. ]
[ D: WILDCARD ]
[ You know the drill. ]
oh man, this is entirely too late, I'm so sorry! stuff came up; feel free to drop it!
[ Jaime pauses to look at Tim, momentarily struck by the fact that he looks familiar. Is that...? No, it can't be. Pretending like he hasn't even noticed, Jaime accepts Tim's offering with a somewhat baffled sounding, ] Um, thanks! Even bad news is still news, right? Better to, um, know what's going on here.
[ Because he very, very desperately has no idea. He glances down at the paper. ]
Not sold at your regular newsstands, huh?
I am also very good at being timely
[He shrugs a little.]
Just don't believe everything that gets spun out by the propaganda machine. [He pauses and then grins.] And I'm pretty aware that me handing you a different newspaper makes my motives pretty suspect, but the lady that's in charge of it is just about the most honest person I've ever met. If you don't believe me, believe her.
But no--definitely not sold in normal newsstands.
and then I was struck by keyboard troubles!! feel free to drop it if it's too old!
[ He offers Tim a smile. It's wary, and there's something to it that's not quite genuine, but there's no malice in it. ]
I'm new here. Like, really new. If you get what I mean. [ He clears his throat, then offers his hand. ] I'm Jaime.
and same for you! funnily, I was actually thinking about this thread this afternoon!
Also? It would be weirder if you didn't suspect everyone right now. It's what I would do. Not like I'm a genius or anything, but it seems like the smart thing when you're in a new and unknown universe.
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[ He looks Tim up and down. Maybe he shouldn't show all his cards immediately, but Jaime's always been a transparent sort of fellow. ]
...would that be Tim Drake?
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[Tim gives him a sidelong look. Jaime doesn't look familiar to him, but that doesn't necessarily mean anything. There were plenty of people here who expected some other Tim Drake when they met him, and it's entirely possible Jaime's one of them.]
That's me. Do we know each other from somewhere?
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[ Anyone who's from anywhere with a Porter should know how this stuff goes. ]
I'm guessing you don't know me, though. We were, um, on the same team for a while.
[ There! Nice and vague! It doesn't mean Teen Titans. It could just mean soccer practice. ]
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[He gives Jaime a sidelong look.]
Not me, but... Same... team. Like... Weekend camps? In San Francisco. With Bart?
[Still vague, but with enough new details that me might be able to figure out which weird alternate dimension he's from.]
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[ Poor guy was dead by the time Jaime came around - but he's not going to go blurting that around. Let Tim just think that he grew out of it and decided to move on, like he should have gotten the chance to do. ]
You were still around, though. By that time, you took on a -- a camp counselor position.
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Well, nice to meet you, stranger from a not-quite-as-strange-as-some-others land.