IMAGINE HOW THE WORLD COULD BE

[bullseye]

WHO: everyone who signed up
WHERE: all over the world
WHEN: 18 June, 10 AM EST
WARNINGS: pre-emptively warning for language and violence
SUMMARY: After an attack on the Porter, Lachesis gits mad and teleports some people away
FORMAT: WORDS



Wherever they are, whatever they're doing, it all stops when the clock strikes 10:00 EST.

Suddenly, this ain't Kansas anymore.

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[hypnosymphony]

[ Well, that isn't disorienting at all. He'd woken up early and had headed out to do some shopping before it got crowded, but someone or something had apparently thought otherwise.

Namely, by suddenly placing him on the Eiffel Tower. He quickly glances around, frowning, violin materialising in his hands. ]

What..?

[hoodalumnus]

The. Hell. Is this fucking shit.

[Aw yeah, Hood finished your sentence for you! How thoughtful. And now he's staring down a very fancy testament to phallus-inspired architecture, cloak billowing in the wind rather dramatically.]

Who the fuck are you?

[onblackwings]

[ First reaction, SCOWL AT THE STRANGE DUDES WITH HER. It only eases off a little when she realizes they look just as lost and misplaced as she is. So she folds her arms over her chest and tries for aloof, instead. It's not easy when the wind keeps throwing hair into her face. ]

Assuming the two of you don't usually look so confused and dim, I would say it's a safe guess none of us know what's going on.

[hypnosymphony]

[ his first reaction is an automatic, apologetic kind of smile at both of them. too polite by half, this guy. ]

That would be correct.

We appear to be on top of the Eiffel Tower, which is unfortunate. I don't suppose either of you knows how to speak French? [ otherwise this is going to be a little difficult ]

[hoodalumnus]

Yeah, sure. Fuck, shit, bitchtitties, motherfucker, asshole jerkwad rickroll. [He undoubtedly continues on a bit...]

Oh oui, pardon my French. [He probably thinks that's funny.] Now I don't know about you two but I am getting the hell out of French-Dodge.

[And Parker, capable of levitation, steps off the ledge.

But doesn't get much further than that.]

[onblackwings]

[ Oh, hey! She looks a little more closely at the giant thing they're on, because she's totally been here and seen it before. With a man dressed in all red who moved far too fast. The Flush, or something silly like that. ]

That isn't French. [ Idly, just in case Parker hadn't noticed. And she moves to the edge, but decides not to step off after him. She doesn't do much beyond watch him curiously. ] What are you doing?

[hypnosymphony]

[ if you'd told him that he would have done a double-take because what Flash where. ]

Trying to get off the tower, I think. [ idle fascination... ] Though it doesn't appear to be working. I'm considering the elevator, myself. [ like TOURISTS ]

[hoodalumnus]

Don't look so damn casual, this is a big deal! [Parker's face blanched. His levitation dribbled, dropping him a little before he scrambled back onto the edge totally. Like dipping a toe in ice cold water.

He huddles on the ledge, transforming his face into one of concentration.]

Something's off with my power. I can't be airborne for more than a few seconds and I can't -- I can't do my other shit!

[Parker is an addict to power. This is bad news.]

Crap crap crapcrapcrap.

[onblackwings]

Please, there's no need to stoop so low as an elevator. [ She's still watching Parker, but now it's definitely with a HAW WHAT A FAILURE look. She'll be happy to display proper power for him. ]

Maybe it doesn't work in France. Mm, but don't worry. Mine does.

[ First up, she summons a small, neat cloud of inky darkness, because she'd rather not strip in front of these two, and also because a giant black dragon exploding out of a much smaller cloud of darkness just looks really cool in her head. She's done changing in just a few seconds, ands gets exactly as far as large black wings busting out of the blackness before, an instant later, they're gone. The darkness sweeps away, and there's a somewhat startled-looking but completely adorable yorkshire terrier in her place. Awww. ]

[hypnosymphony]

[ He stifles a laugh at Khisanth's transformation. ] I'd best not test out mine to get down, then. Perhaps the elevator is the best route after all?

[ He does look concerned about Parker, though. ] Perhaps whatever brought us here - the Porter, most likely - has seen fit to disable our powers. Once we return to the City, it's likely that will be reversed.

Which is easier said than done, I'll admit.

[hoodalumnus]

[Hood stared at the terrier. Just. Stared.]

How come such a beautiful woman got such a lousy power?

[Yes this is the question most forefront on his mind. Fiddler was saying something, but the sheer weight of stress (he was in Paris, without his full power, and there was a dog trying to hump his shoe now) made much of the logic sound like BLAH BLAH BLAH ELEVATOR BLAH BLAH.]

Man I fucking hate elevators.

[onblackwings]

[ And in response, Khisanth immediately looses a barrage of furious yaps at Parker. Which are perfectly intelligible words to her own ears, because that's what always comes out when she speaks in some other animal shape. People understand her! Things are good! Surely it's exactly the same this time, too!

Satisfied with that verbose and terribly clever retort, she takes a breath and turns the next round of horrible yapping on Isaac.

Aw yeah. She sure told them. ]

[hypnosymphony]

[ He kind of just. Looks at the tiny terrier. Then at Parker. Back to the terrier. OBVIOUSLY DOES NOT UNDERSTAND A WORD BECAUSE IT WAS ALL BARKING. ]

It's either the elevator or the stairs, I'm afraid. I don't mind either, but it's going to have to be the long, rather boring way down.

[hoodalumnus]

Fine, all right. [No colorful curse words here, just a defeated sigh an a sudden realization that he was really rather hungry.

And it would probably do well to find a toilet eventually, too.]

But I want you all the know, this is going to be the worst elevator ride in history. Music'll probably be Coldplay or something, oh god.]

[Parker glanced at the terrier as he passed her, barking back under his breath.]

I'm a little more concerned about where we're all going after that. Since uh, we all seem to be powerless or dogs or something.

[onblackwings]

[ She's gonna pee on you, Parker. Especially because she's just tried to change back and found it didn't work as intended, which makes for a bad mood.

She starts after Parker, but pauses when she gets to Isaac. He seems like the bigger pushover of the two, so it's his pantsleg she catches in her teeth, making a tiny terrier attempt to drag him back toward the pile of dress she'd left behind.

Whenever she finally manages to change back again, she's not going to be running around naked. It's too cold for that. :( ]

[hypnosymphony]

[ He blinks, glancing back at the clothing. ] Your clothes don't change with you, then. [ He goes and picks up the dress, carefully folding it up so it doesn't get ripped, and tucks it under his arm.

His violin has just mysteriously disappeared into the space provided to it by his powers, so he has no trouble carrying anything. ]

I suppose we'll have to catch a plane or some other means of transport - legal or illegal.

Elevator rides are usually quite boring, yes. And the music, good lord, I shudder to think of it.

[ ON THAT NOTE, WE'LL HEAD TO THE ELEVATOR, SHALL WE. ]

[hoodalumnus]

[Have you ever heard Coldplay in French? No? Well imagine it. That's this elevator ride.

Except also full of tourists. And one of them is allergic to dog.]

Oh hey. [Says Parker while he calculates what resources they do have, exempting powers.] Hey, nice, still a full load!

[Oh yeah he just pulled out a gun in a crowded elevator. Cue screaming!]

[onblackwings]

[ Oh look, the trapped-in-dog-mode just wore off. There's now a loaded gun, an elevator of screaming tourists, and a naked woman, brushing off some non existant dust. ]

Do you have to take that out in public?

[ And to Isaac: My dress, please.

[hypnosymphony]

[ When Parker takes out his gun, he just kind of sighs and shakes his head. Kids these days, so impatient.

He averts his eyes when Khisanth turns back to normal, unfolding the dress and holding it out to her to make it easier. ]

[hoodalumnus]

I was just trying to find it! I wasn't planning on using it. [Oh but then he shoots at the subtle, sleek speakers in the corners of the elevator. A little modern upgrade for a classic world wonder, suddenly destroyed.]

... Okay. Look, really, I kind of saved us all, didn't I?

[And a little leer at Khisanth just now.]

Like my gun?

[There are probably police squads waiting at the tower's feet, by the way. Parker didn't shoot away any cameras.]

[onblackwings]

[ Okay, this guy in green can stay. He's very acceptable. Parker, however, gets an arched brow, right before she disappears into pulling the dress on over her head. ]

It wasn't that bad. Humans can tolerate so little.

[hypnosymphony]

[ Yep, those sure are police squads there once they reach the bottom! Several of them.

Isaac doesn't seem to be unduly bothered, though. His violin materialises out of thin air, he fits it to his chin, and plays as soon as the doors open. This is child's play compared to the trouble he usually got himself into, after all.

It doesn't take long for him to hypnotise the bystanders and the policemen (carefully positioning himself so he doesn't accidentally hypnotise Parker and Khisanth) and he pretty much just walks out of the elevator afterwards, cheerfully twirling his bow. ]

Well, that was easy. Shall we?