janitorscloset | Day 12 | Nexus and Elsewhere

Who: Open post!
What: There are a few prompts that can be played with, but, generally speaking, space marines in 21st century Japan.
Where: The nexus … and a portal to Somewhere Completely Different
When: Day 12

What happens when you add together: 1) a dimensional nexus that transcends time and space, and 2) a formerly shattered-to-beyond-oblivion multiverse?

Well …

It’s the twelfth day since the nexus opened its doors. People — whether they’re brightly colored space marines, long dead Freelancers, or assorted others — have been doing as people will do; some minding their own business, others getting all up in whatever, or whoever, they can. No doubt that more than a couple of visitors have figured out how to make the portals work for them, opening up the gateways between universes. However, today … today, there's a slight twist to the tale.

The portals don't lead to the MoI, crashed or otherwise. They don't lead to Chorus, either, or a simulation base. No. Today, the portals allow access to twenty first century Japan — downtown Tokyo, to be specific, in the middle of summer. Bet you weren't expecting that! But wait, it gets better …

I. Prompt 1: Nice Costume, Cosplayer!

They're animanga fans, and they love your armor. They want pictures. They want pictures with you. Can they try on your helmet?

Or maybe you're just, y’know, trying to mind your own business while literally everyone stops and turns to stare. There may be a lecture about when and where cosplay is appropriate waiting in the wings, or maybe it’s just that nobody — nobody — is willing to take you seriously.

II. You Didn’t Do It! … Or Did You?

You were just accused of murder.

Yes, you.

Maybe you did it, maybe you didn't. Maybe you were actually caught red handed, smoking gun and all! Maybe you were in the wrong place at the time — or, hell, is there even a body? Whatever the case may be, you're the prime suspect, and the police (or sassy high school detectives) are never far away.

III. The Lucky Wildcard

If you're not being mistaken for a cosplayer or facing down a charge for murder in the first degree, what are you up to? Whether you're in Japan, back in the nexus, or in any of the newly linked universes; anything goes!

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[He pauses at the name and never has he been more glad he used a fake name when he had to go about getting a new identity here.]

[He breathes in sharply, but let's out a breath, and writes it down.] Age and are you local?

[ Her stomach does funny little somersaults at Puma’s reaction (she has a feeling she might as well have literally, physically hauled back and punched him) — but she couldn’t have used Nakamori, she just couldn’t. Leaning back against the wall of the cafe, she folds her arm loosely, shifting on her feet. Anything to keep herself from defaulting to parade rest. ]

Thirty two. [ The lie rolls easily off her tongue. ] Japanese-American, here to visit friends and remind myself of my roots. [ She smiles at him. To anyone else, it might’ve looked real, like she’s warming to the subject. ]

International, huh? Well, hopefully you're not just a creative murderer, that'd be hell to process.

And what were you doing here today during the crime?

With all due respect, officer, it’s like you said back there: I would’ve had to have been more than creative to pull that off. [ Positively superhuman, in fact. Perhaps in possession of some incredible technology. Ha, ha. ] I was down on the street, heading south. There’s a park down that way, I thought it’d be a nice place to eat my bagel. [ Her bagel that she still hasn’t eaten. It’s a good thing she’s long since been used to going hungry, or she’d be in trouble. ]

[ She tilts her head, gaze sliding away from him. ]

You said that I'm a prime suspect?

Edited 2016-07-14 19:10 (UTC)

Only because the accusations have people pointing at you. Pretty easy to disprove since I was on the scene so fast and we've discovered signs of a body getting dragged upstairs.

We just need to assur-

[And here's Roxy with a bagel and coffee.] You haven't eaten?

[Sighs and he pinches the bridge of his nose.] I thought Epsilon was kidding about that, Miss Lalonde. [She seriously has some weird food thing?]

Shhhh, she needs to eat. Also probs need her wallet. [The wallet that totally didn't exist a minute ago, which she's placing next to the bagel.]

What about the b —

[ She’d been about to comment on something she’d noticed earlier, when Roxy pops up bearing gifts. Coffee — oh, God, it smells heavenly and she’s reaching out to snag the cup before she can think twice about it. Then she does think twice, visibly hesitating, her fingers curled around the warm cardboard cup. ]

[ Her eyes close. ]

[ She takes a sip. Super casually. ]

Uh. Thanks, Roxy. [ She opens her eyes again, not quite looking at either of them, and while the distance is still very much there at the forefront, there’s a hint of something else stirring underneath. ] You didn’t have to do that for me.

Well, I am your friend and cosplay helper person. Plus, I know Officer Washington. Friend of a friend thingy, small world. I know he won't mind.

[He sighs, looking put upon, as to be expected from him.] It is just food. And she knows to get out of the way when I'm doing work. [And a pointed look that looks real to anyone who doesn't know his tells.]

You were saying something, Miss McCormick?

[ If Wash — her Wash? — ever finds out she called herself that, he’d never stop choking. Ever. She can almost hear the sputtering, confusion breaking the thin veneer of melodramatic badass he likes to try to paint over himself. Maybe it’d be funny. It could be funny. Or maybe it’d just be one of those things where you laugh until you cry. ]

[ Another sip of coffee, longer this time. Really savouring it. Be casual, Cali: just because you haven't eaten anything except MREs and awful army coffee in god knows how long doesn't mean you can't be civilised. ]

I thought their lips looked ... [ Pauses to chew and swallow a chunk of bagel. ] Well, a little blue. I guess. Beneath the blood. I don't know if that'd mean anything.

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