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Mingle Log!

When; July 5th through July 7th!
Rating; G+
Characters; Open to ALL, 4th Wallers and Citizens!
Summary; The celebrations continue, and the Anonymous regime has summoned guests that Citizens might (not) prove very thrilled to see! As opposed to other Fourth Wall events, all visiting characters will have been invited to the City, or they must arrive here of their own will.

Mingle! Explore~!

Log;

There's so much to do and so much to see in this City of cities. From tromping through Xanadu, long walks along the shore, shopping in the Square, hunting in the forest, meeting a contact in the Underground, or getting as many answers as possible at the Welcoming Center how can anyone decide on just one. In three days time so much can be done!

Shops and restaurants are having specials. Happy hour has become happy days in some bars. This is quite the occasion! When the City decides to celebrate, it becomes contagious. Why not smile and strike up a conversation with a stranger? After all, a stranger is a friend you haven't met yet.

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[ a decent, womanizing human being who dates people to hack testing simulations and apologized to the wrong orion. B| ]

I'm just saying, not every Orion is like me or the girl you thought was me. [ yep. she heard about that. she and your orion officer talk. ] And nobody -- not you or anyone else who likes either or one of us -- should use how we carry ourselves or treat other people as an example for our people.

[ yeah, that compliment and a smile is met with a look. ]

[ Wincing slightly, ooooooooh, boy. How did she even find out about that? ]

... In my defense, I liked you best.

[She's at the bakery, first - because that's where she thinks he might go, to see if his other friends have appeared there. At some point, though, she would be at the beach, running down the shoreline, and in the wood, to where her old home is.

There are so many places.

Meet her at one of them!]

[When one's invited to another dimension for the weekend, it's only polite to go. Yeah, sure, it's tempting to stay at home and watch "Sixteen Candles," but--

But actually, Harold Lee would rather be watching a John Hughes coming-of-age comedy than wandering around the streets of a strange City (albeit a strange City that he's been to briefly once before) looking for his alternate dimension travel buddy. None of his attempts to call Kumar on this phone thing he was given have succeeded and he's getting more disgruntled with every pick up, you asshole that goes unanswered.

Totally approachable.]

[He doesn't think, of course, that she might go looking for him where she thinks he would be, on the same rationale that he's using to look for her. The irony is, they somehow have managed to visit all the same stops, just in the wrong order--he assumes she'll be at the beach first, and then in the woods, and then ducks into town to check at that bar where he remembers he once crossed past with her brothers.

(Such are the things he does for her.)

But in the end, it always comes back to the beach, and being that it's July, it's plenty warm enough for him to be out in the water--half expecting her to arrive in the little boat he left her, or possibly on the back of a lion that once turned into a sea mammal before his very eyes.]

[She spots him before he sees her, and moves to meet him. She knows better than to jump on him, though, and instead she yells out.]

Finnick!

[She has a place she wants to take him. Somewhere she should have taken him before.]

[There is always more to it. Officer Freddy has this super easy going demeanor that makes it painfully easy for Cooper to assume that nothing is awry in his situation.

John is the kind of cop that makes criminals either slink back or feel the need to show they're not afraid even though they might be.]

Training boot after boot, I'm still happy with it.

[Happy in the way that he cannot dream up another way of life.]

Kids.

[He snorts and waves a hand like an old timer except Freddy knows he's playing a part.]

The job. Not the kids.

[He's quick to correct. Superboot Sherman is still developing like a photograph. Cooper has his hopes. He shifts a little and sloshes around his drink before a sip.]

What's the work load like in these parts?

[Freddy smiles at that. Spoken like a true FTO, though his was never this uh...tall...and uh...yeah. Ahem.]

It's alright, nothing like back home.

[The kid nods at the street.] 'course people around here, some of them can shoot lasers or they grow horns and say magic words. It's complicated.

[Then, Freddy adds!] The captain's Captain America.

I saw a couple of weasels working together on a unicycle. They blocked up traffic.

[That's his way of saying he sure sees what Freddy's talking about.]

Magic words on top of that? [Cooper shakes his head. Insane on the insane. How does anything keep running?] No room to be bored.

[No room to rest, like that doctor said. Waaaait. What was that you said, Freddy?]

...Really?

[Because it sounds like bullshit.]

Is the mayor the Pink Panther?

[ Somebody else is just a bit less eager to shed his Starfleet identity, so of course his uniform is still on in its entirety, that one lonely pip in place, and his combadge perfectly positioned on his chest. Even if it wasn't for the uniform, though, he'd still be sticking out like an awkward, uncertain thumb. Lucky for him, he just found someone who's not a stranger from another reality.

Well... probably not, anyway. Hopefully. Let's test that. ]

Tom!

[It's another dimension. Yeah, you can bet that Kumar's here, and he just so happens to be completely unaware of his device trying to notify him of incoming messages. Maybe because he shoved it in his pocket and then forgot it was there. So when he manages to track down Harold, he's clearly the one who has suffered the hardship in their separation.]

Roldy, man, where have you been?

You get used to it though, then maybe you get bored. Sometimes.

[Again the kid laughs, feeling much more at ease with John Cooper by the second. Until he dares to mock Steve Rogers. Butterscotch blonde brows furrow.]

No. It's Deputy Dog, duh.

[It's a joke.]

I'll take your word for it. This sort of environment could just perpetuate its own problems. You're bored, they get bored...

[Then it is much less boring. He licks his lips before another drink. It helps him hide a smile. Wait. Take that back. He's not Dewey. There's another guy that comes to mind.]

If it's Deputy Dog then isn't this a police state?

[ Unlike certain other members of his crew currently present, Ensign Harry Kim has not shed his gold-topped operations uniform. It's on, neat and crisp, his combadge perfectly positioned - straight and gleaming - and the one pip just where it should be on the grey collar underneath his jacket. He's the perfect picture of a model Starfleet officer. He's not drinking in the local culture just yet, opting instead to thoroughly examine his surroundings. Hey, he didn't ace quantum theory on the entrance exams for nothing. ]

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[A bare chested man slides into the seat next to Harry and smiles.]

That is not the uniform I know. But you are unmistakably Starfleet.

Hey you just missed some kind of uprising so you wouldn't be wrong.

[Freddy holds up both hands but they're both still kind of flapping in his usual animated way.]

Naw. If this was a police state we'd have a budget for uniforms. Everybody's gotta look the same you know.

There was a riot? Here?

[Observant cop side steps enough to take a look. The City looks like a city, no rubble hanging out in the streets or big windows missing the glass in the frame. Not really uprising looking. Feeling restless he steps off the curb and finishes off his drink.

Does he need to gesture? Come along, Officer. He wants to walk and talk.]

Unless it is to keep everyone on their guard.

[Ahaha. He's fucking around.]

[The sound of her voice is what gets him (it's always the voice that gets him, really; he's good at picking them out, even at a distance), and at once, he comes splashing in toward the shore, moving as effortlessly through the shallows of the surf as he does on land. It's his natural habitat, after all.]

Now there's a sight for sore eyes if I ever saw one.

[He's dripping, and also ecstatic.]

Your Majesty.

[She doesn't care he's wet - she never has, because now she's running in the surf, flinging herself on him. Her dress is getting wet but it doesn't matter, not a little, not at all.

She presses her face against his to give him a kiss to the cheek]

You have no shame at all, do you?

[But she's the one whose dress is getting soaked.]

[He could answer that with words, you know.

...

Or he could just change the angle of his head (and hers) so that kiss shifts to his mouth.]

Apparently not, given how often people ask me that.

Hi, Lucy.

[Oh, a kiss.

She kisses him back, holds onto him, clings, almost. These are the rare moments they get. Shifting moments between worlds, when he can be here with her and not out there, somewhere else. When she is not somewhere else, in the same way.

She wonders if she should tell him.

I died, too.

No.

No reason.]

I have something to show you. Something I found.

[Clearly. Every now and then, Harold wishes he was the kind of person who punches people in the face when they annoy him.]

Looking for you! [The "asshole" is strongly implied. He's so glad to see you, man.] What's your problem? Every single time we go someplace, you ditch me. Not okay.

[People die. He's used to dealing with the reality that yes, people die. And maybe it would break him a little, hearing that it'd come for Lucy (just as it still would, maybe, if it were Annie, Annie, Annie)--but maybe it'd be okay, in the end. After all, he's dead, and it's okay. There are some moments when he's happier dead than he was when he was alive.

Not that much of that matters, because he's busy wrapping her up close right now, and too focused on her face to listen for a heartbeat that might not be there.]

Can it wait until I've had about another five kisses first? I understand if it can't, but I'm just saying, they're pretty good kisses.

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