applesaucedream | Saving Lives a Mile High [open to all]

Welcome to another ordinary day in Manhattan. This barely even qualifies as a dream at all, it's so like waking life. The dreamers will find that they're their own perfectly normal selves going about their perfectly normal business and thwarting perfectly normal crimes in their perfectly normal spandex outfits.

What's that? No, of course it's normal to wear spandex (or leather, for the more chic among you) and go around beating up muggers and thwarting your villainous counterparts, don't be silly. What else would you do with your afternoon, not use your superpowers to better the world? That's grossly irresponsible of you; don't you know that with great power comes great responsibility?

So get out there and make the world a better place -- and be sure not to let that disguise slip if you do make it in to work today. Wouldn't want anyone to learn your secret identity, after all.

[OOC: Characters will find themselves thrust into the role of superhero...or at least, super-powered human. Whether they'd use those powers for good or evil (or use them at all), they'll think they've always been this way (or maybe just since that time they fell in toxic waste and developed ~~cancer~~ telekinesis). Usual dream party rules apply: all players and characters welcome regardless of membership status. Characters will remember or forget the events of the dream at players' discretion.]

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Iman frowns a little sadly at him, seeing his obvious distress, how difficult this is to talk and think about. She reaches out to gives him a little pat on the hand.

"It's okay," she says. "I mean, relatively speaking. On a long enough timeline everything approaches neutrality. Anyway it's over now, and you don't have to talk about it. Let's fucking drink." She lifts her glass in a half-assed toast. "I'll keep your secret, you don't have to worry about me. Sorry I had to find out this way."

This clarified, she downs the rest of the glass.

B twitches a little at the pat, but it's just him being jumpy; he doesn't really mind. It's actually kinda nice.

The toast coaxes a chuckle out of him, and he raises his glass in turn. "It's not you I'm worried about." But they both know about Ocaso, and neither of them can do anything about it right this second. It'll be a while before anything more comes of that. Ocaso's a planner. No matter how much this loss angered him - and it did - he won't let that spur him into recklessness.

"I guess I'm glad it was you, if it had to be anybody. Most of the people who chase after me have no sense of humor about it." He grins a little. "Did Nick tell you about the last time he tried?"

"Probably not in enough detail," she says with a laugh. "He was pissed. Of course he's always pissed, but usually he gets his problems pretty well solved." Her smile becomes smaller and more fond. "That's how I met him, when he helped me build me this." She flexes her mechanical hand. "I have never met a guy so singularly cynical and fucking determined to succeed at literally everything."

Whoops, she got sidetracked there. Time for another drink. She signals the server.

He shakes his head wryly, grinning. "Yeah, that's why we don't get along." B is not the sort of problem to easily get solved.

This time around he's alert enough to order his own drink, though he just requests another of the same. Once the server's moved off, he continues. "It's completely my own fault. I don't have to keep at him. It's just always so interesting to see what he'll do - plus half the time he is the best man for the job." It's fun. The long and short of it is that it's fun, when he knows perfectly well that he'll be able to get away. He's always enjoyed poking the bear.

After today he might feel a little differently.

"We never get to actually finish our conversations - he always tries to sneak up on me halfway through. So I just started texting the burners after he found them. I go through more phones because of him..."

Iman laughs through his story, happy that he seems to have relaxed a bit. "I might be able to slip you some tricks to help throw him off," she says, "though you'd have to be careful so he wouldn't recognize my work."

Their drinks come and they continue chatting and sipping themselves into friendly oblivion, until the dream unravels and redeposits them elsewhere.

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