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WHO: Sally Jupiter, Open
WHERE: Random locations of the City
WHEN: January 2nd through the 6th ~~yes, it's one of those open RP logs~~.
WARNINGS: Depends on who shows up
SUMMARY: Laurie's gone (seemingly for good this time around, but at least it's not due to death), a new year Sally thought she'd never see in her life has rolled around, and the team she had been a part of was a bigger pile of bullshit than the Minutemen. Suffice to say she feels lonely and bored, so wandering around the City, hitting up some bars, some shopping districts, and even patrolling an area or two at night in costume seems to be the best thing a girl like her could do.
FORMAT: I'm game for anything / specify date and location in the header

2011...she never thought she'd even reach the year 2000. Hell, she never thought the world would reach the year 2000 with the way everything back home was headed. But Sally was never one to look forward to the future. The past was safer, cozier, and she never really bothered thinking about anything beyond what was currently happening, if only to put her mind at ease and help her sleep better at night. To Sally, the future was a dark place where wrinkles waited for her in the mirror and death creeped around corners and in newspaper clippings; it was an idea she couldn't bear to handle, so she decided not to think of it at all. It was hard nowadays though, considering the future was staring her right in the face.

She didn't like it, which was why she went to the bars of the City as often as she did. They were dark, cool, safe. At least, to her they felt safe, though many would find describing a bar's atmosphere as safe a bit ridiculous considering she was an attractive single woman wandering around on her own. But hell, if there was one thing she liked about this decade, it was the fact that her wandering around by her lonesome was less of a taboo than it was back in the forties. Even a superlady such as herself sometimes had to have some form of male supervision back in the day, whether in the form of Larry or some other fella on the team.

That meant she could switch from a bar outing to a stroll in an expensive shopping district without a faint grumble from anyone but the men trying to hit on her in the bar. She could be as erratic as she wanted to be with her decisions, hopping from bar to bar or from place to place. Larry wasn't here to scold her, and Laurie...Laurie...Laurie wasn't here to roll her eyes at her mother's lack of direction anymore.

Sally shakes her head at that thought, and finally gets around to locking up her apartment before placing her hands in her pockets of a fashionable winter coat as she lightly walks down the stairs into the cool brisk winter weather of a new year. Christ, as strange as it was having her kid in the City around the same age as herself, she sure has hell missed her. But...Laurie was better off back home. At least now she knows there'll be some kind of future for her...if this world is anything like their world. And, like Sally had reassured herself and others ever since the 29th: it's one less thing to worry about.

So why did she feel the need to fill up the void of time ~~and soul-crushing loneliness~~ by busying herself with rather meaningless outings.

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He looked in shop windows, marvelling at the prosperity. Good lord, they simply had everything, and lots of it. It was like looking at a fantasy world, really.

He was lost in his thoughts, his memories. About the people he wished could have lived to see such a world, where all peoples were mixed together and nobody seemed to care. It was, perhaps, for that reason, that he accidentally bumped into a woman.

"Oh, I am terribly sorry. Do forgive me, fraulein."

Despite acquiring her daughter's clothes upon the time of her being 'ported back home, Sally couldn't really bring herself to wear those clothes. One reason being she never really did hand-me-downs, and another being...well, those clothes reminded her of her kid. It just wasn't in good taste.

Her window-shopping escapades were cut short when she was bumped into, and she would have kept going had the man not said anything. However, the familiar word 'fraulein causes her to pause. The term struck a chord, but she put on a smile nevertheless and waved the apology away.

"It's not a problem, hon, I should've been paying closer attention to where I was going myself."

He nodded.

"Still, I feel an apology is owed. I am usually more aware of my surroundings. Just...I am not used to such...bounty, I believe the term is.

He bows from the neck, clicking his heels. Her hand is gently taken and kissed, in the manner of the old guard.

"Major Hans Von Hammer, at your service."

With Gerry still not in the mood to put on a costume and join him, James patrolled alone most nights. He was confident enough in his abilities not to be too worried.

He had his dad's shield, so it didn't really matter if he still had no idea what kind of power he'd been given. James did discover that tying people up after he stopped them was more difficult without Gerry's webs.

James was still up for the task, and stood back to look over the two thugs for a moment before continuing down the alley to resume his patrol.

It might've been cold, but Sally couldn't resist slipping into that little number of hers and patrolling. While most of her busts had been set up by Larry, and occurred in broad daylight, there was something nostalgic about wandering the alleyways at night. Though usually she had HJ or Hollis by her side.

It wasn't like she was planning on getting herself into anything at night, mostly it was all for the sake of nostalgia, and damn did she have it bad. Especially considering the fact that she was risking hypothermia for the sake of it. But it was a relatively mild night for winter, and she did have a jacket over her shoulders.

She makes a turn down an alley, unaware that it was already occupied by another patrolling the streets.

For a moment James thinks the sound of someone approaching comes from reinforcements for the pair he stopped. He shifts the shield to his arm. Though when the person becomes clear it's obvious that isn't the case.

The black and yellow costume isn't familiar, and looks like it shouldn't be warm enough. James discovered that a huge upside to a mask that covers most of his head is the added warmth.

"That doesn't look like a very good cold-weather costume."

Josh wasn't usually one to go patrolling in the evening, but it was becoming a more and more frequent thing. Most nights he didn't even run across anyone, he had no idea how actual superheroes patterned their patrols so they met all sorts of criminal activity, but Josh just took to walking through alleys and running along rooftops.

While he didn't have any specific costume, usually going with jeans and a black shirt under his long trench coat. Normally he didn't encounter any other heroes either, but tonight he seemed to be in luck (or unlucky, he wasn't sure who it was) when he ran across someone else.

It was another one of those nights. She had no reason to head home, so instead chose to wander around the streets, trying to find something familiar in a place that was still unfamiliar when put in comparison to her decade's city. Her jacket was open now, revealing the provacative excuse of a costume she was famous for back home, and though she wasn't anticipating anything, there was still the way that the fabric clung to her that gave her a mixed feeling of confidence and dread.

Christ she had such mixed opinions about her costume.

Like Josh, Sally wasn't expecting to run into anyone else, but lo and behold her luck never turned out as expected. It takes her a moment, but she recognizes the face. She smiles.

"Well if it isn't a familiar face."

When Josh finally realized who it was, for a moment he just stared. Superheroes went around in rather revealing costumes, but he had never been up close and personal with one before, especially one as attractive as Sally. His jaw didn't hang open too much before he smiled.

"Hey, how are you?"

[ Selina's enjoying herself. Time for a celebratory drink. A nicer bar than some nights. She's not looking for a fight this time. ]

[For Sally, it was sort of the opposite. She was out for a drink, but not a celebratory one. There wasn't really anything for her to celebrate. Her kid was gone, her team was bullshit...

So instead she enters the bar and takes a seat unknowingly next to Selina, head to wrapped up in shit to even take in her surroundings.]

[ Selina's a little more aware. ]

Hey Sally.

[It takes her a moment and she already has a drink in hand when she turns and spots Selina. Immediately she brightens up.]

Well isn't this a coincidence! I barely recognize you in this lighting.

[A lie, but she's covering up the fact that she's completely oblivious to her surroundings.]

[ She figures but is polite. ]

How are you doing?

He had been reading over the new Network posts and keeping his ear to the ground for names that he recognized from home. There was Norman Osborn (that stupid fuck in a nut house, ha ha) and Spider-Man (going to rip the smile right off his face) and Punisher (he still owed him a good kill) and a few other names he could give two shits about, but he filed them all away for future use. Bullseye had also been exploring the streets--the alley ways and bridges and crack houses other super heroes and goodie two shoes didn't go near. The first thing he learned was that despite this place looking like New York, it was nowhere close. He had to relearn all the routes and coffee shops and hang-outs, replacing old information with new. It was all leading up to something bigger and more satisfying than he could ever dream--

Daredevil.

Now to actually find the fuck.

There were rumors back home of Daredevil being this blind lawyer, Matthew Murdock. Bullseye believed it. He got a scar in his face for it, so he hit up this one bar--not too trashy and not too classy. He was wearing warm clothes and a knitted hat to cover his scar. At the bar, he looked around and nursed his beer (like he was going to pay for it later).

A young woman was there. She had that out-of-age Hollywood beauty about her. Exactly the type to come waltzing into a detective's office and ask him to find her ex-boyfriend or whatever. Red hair. Pale skin. Exactly Daredevil's type.

"Hey, uh--Miss?" His voice was sincere and slightly awkward sounding (like a lovable loser). His New York accent was thick. "I ain't been here before, so I don't know the drinks too well 'sides cheap beer. Whaddya recommend?"

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4th, Outside A Shop of Your Choosing

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At night, pick a night

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Night of the 4th

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Night of the 2nd, after her post

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Night of the 5th, he won't hurt her