tampered | Mingle Log!

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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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.]

Uh huh. Well. Kind of. They had a curfew and shit but I don't think it was anything like '92.

[Freddy shakes his head. He also catches the gesture and starts walking with John Cooper.]

I kind of doubt it. They really like trouble around here, the chaotic kind. It's just enough to drive you fuckin' batty but not enough that it makes you wanna jump in front of traffic.

[The kid actually likes it here for various reasons, some he can't tell John.]

[Kind of. It makes Cooper squint.]

If you say so.

[There's so much information to take in. And if there's one thing that gets you fucked is questioning another cop's beat. Disagree, sure but not openly and not right off the bat. Instincts can only go so far. He simply cannot picture a riot with these kinds of carnival people.]

Chaos on the daily.

[Normal and not.]

Is there a turnover rate?

"Chaos" but sometimes one guy's chaos is another guy's routine.

[Freddy actually winks this time because it's an idea that applies to police officers when compared to civilians. In this case it also applies to people from Earth and people from somewhere else like Narnia or the many different fucked up Japans he's heard about or the one where the Holy British Army is in Arizona.]

High enough, not always by choice or burnout. Some people just go home. I got lucky with my partner, he's from Detroit.

[Jabber jawing but hey this is information that could become useful to John Cooper if he stays. Oh shit Newendyke you shouldn't want people to stay. Not after just meeting them.]

[These words ring true as clear as a bell. Any citizen in Cooper's shoes would call it real chaos. Even a soldier or two.

That wink though. Cooper smiles but when he's facing another direction. This fucker.]

Just go home? Pop in, pop out? That would only lend to disorganization.

[Not that he's heard aaaanything, that's what he's acting like. The Lady doctor mentioned things being screwed up.]

You both don't have that East Coast verses West Coast rivalry? That happens a time or two. Even now.

[After the 90s. How down was Freddy with Biggie and Tupac?]

Yeah you'd think, but it's held on pretty long.

[The kid nods.]

The force was here before I was. They had cops from all kinds of places, I heard this one chick came from where they had to police magic. Alchemy stuff.

[Freddy had never met Riza Hawkeye and if he did he'd regret ever calling her a 'chick'. When John mentions a rivalry he just laughs.] I call it soda he calls it pop. Fucking weird.

[Another look over the street with caramel green eyes.] Is it just you?

[Just another thing Larry and the partner have in common.]

Maybe the will of man backed by the hand of God?

[Because a pocket full of dreams isn't going to stop you from a 200 lb naked guy on PCP, magical PCP.]

Do they still have cops from everywhere?

[Police magic and a woman doing it. That's a story to tell to Chickie. Cooper stifles a laugh. It is all too much. The other cop's easy going manner makes it easier to not be such of a stone face. That's the familiar comfort of having another blue around with some age. You can trust them.]

Then it will escalate to dinner and supper. Wait and see.

[Har har har. Cooper nods.]

Just me. The radio's been dead since I got here. No squad car. If someone else is out there, I haven't seen or heard. There's an internet connection coming through. Some Network.

Yeah. I told you about Captain America.

[And a vulcan maybe. Also some other super powered people. Somebody who sees ghost. An actual ghost hunter. A vampire cowboy. And also his partner though Freddy stops just shy of telling John Cooper what it is that makes Ferguson's Detroit a bit different from the one they know.]

I gotcha. The Network's kind of like the internet.

[Oh no, Freddy Newendyke talking about something far advanced already in Cooper's day.] We use it for fucking everything. I even have a 'smartphone'. But we use a radio in the car, it keeps calls off the 'grid'.

Your God.

[Captain America. Comics are okay. The holy book? Well, to each their very fucking own. He can only imagine the rogue's gallery at the City police HQ.]

You don't say.

[It comes out with still too much of a sarcastic tinge to it. Oops. Smartphones were not around in 1992. That's worth toning down the sarcasm.]

Nice to know there's a way to separate it all.

[Radio. Grid and shit those are words he can understand.]

Wait. You're not on duty are you?

[Right now.]

[He's not the kid's god, gawd, but he does come close. The Fantastic Four on the other hand...Cooper ought to be glad he's not babbling on about comic books.]

Me? No. No, I'm off duty. I'm...

[What are you doing, Newendyke? Just hanging around? Waiting for Larry to get off work? Doing...stuff.]

It's not a big island, there aren't that many places to see.

[Almost there. That's how many mentions of Captain America? He's paying attention.]

Waiting for your turn back on.

[Now that, that right there sounds like the hardest time of all. Is it possible to just continue life as it should be in LA to the best of your abilities? The proof or at least attempt is right there with him. That is one more degree of respect for Freddy from Cooper. A man cannot be blamed for trying. Any lesser could turn the other cheek and use this all to fuck off, do what they want how they want it.]

If you don't mind, since I consider myself on call, you show me what's on there?

[A head nod to him and his smartphone. He hasn't directly tried to find anything of worth for a cop on the Network. Now is a good time.]

[He gives a casual but kind of sheepish shrug.]

Yeah. Sure. You can say that.

[It's true. Of course the second Larry's off the clock Freddy here has all kinds of plans, whether they're as extravagant as rib eye or plain as tacos before the arcade. His friends have dwindled in numbers, the price of popping in and out.]

Yeah? You wanna see, I can show you. You've got one don't you? Well if you don't we can use mine.

[A part of Freddy knows John Cooper might not even stay. It appears to be one of those weekends.]

[Even if you're off the clock, a cop never stops being a cop. That's how it is. Freddy gets that. He has a life, an order to the chaos around him. Chaos doesn't stop the drive for order even when it is not your time to answer the call. One more reason why Cooper does not feel remorse for asking to have a look on the Network from an off duty City cop. A little know how for right now.]

I do. I should.

[Pat, pat to pockets. Breast first then back. Yeah. There he did have it after all. With ease, his fingers unlock it and then he hands it to the local expert.]

If you don't have yours that might screw a few things over, wouldn't it?

Just a little.

[Freddy chirps while taking John's device to get it running. He knows most people from years after him already know how these phones work, but he's got the advantage of being familiar with the Network. It's not quite the same as 4G speed.]

See here?

[He points out the endless scrolling of people bitching on the Network.] These are your neighbors.

[Not 4G is a thing he has to deal with. Okay. Lots of scrolling. Lots of scrolling.]

Just locally or everyone here at all?

[It is like facebook? There is so much disappointment.]

Everyone here at all if they wanna be on it. Sometimes it's the only thing you've got. I think it's called 'social media' or something. You probably know about it better than I do.

[What's a Facebook??]

It's the first place anybody checks for shit going on around here. Outside of patrol anyway.

Maybe.

[You have to socialize on social media to properly use it. With the work you have to check it out. And with friends you mean to keep in touch with. Somehow it is more accessible than a cellphone to a few contacts. That must be why it can be all you've got.]

This will be where you get the real tone of the situation.

[Before you roll up with big guns to a noisy Sweet Sixteen that just is very fond of pop guns.]

Oh yeah. Me and my partner roll up all the fucking time, gotta know why we weren't invited to the party.

[Even when that party consists of six legged alien types no taller than Freddy's hip, and that's pretty short.]

At least you got to keep all your gear. It's kind of hearsay but you either go back after all the time you've missed or you go back and you ain't missed any time at all.

That's real weird. You'd think with all the effort that it takes to get people to stay here or even coming or going it would have a bigger impact.

[Is that an advertisement for a one legged pole dancer on the network? yes. Yes it is.]

I think it makes sense.

[The Network he means.]

The space cases have it worst. They're missing their jets or giant robots.

[It sounds like a joke, but it's not. Freddy's still smiling though.]

It's real easy once you've got the hang of it. Kind of addicting, sometimes. Taking pictures from your phone's way ahead for my time.

[He shrugs.]

Sounds like you're crying plenty of tears.

[It's a joke to Coop!]

They gotta return to the old ways, adapt into the world of inconvenience. Maybe it's all too late for being worried about the laws of time and space. Everybody's fucked.

[Same as reality. They get to an intersection. Looks like they'll cross.]

There's now video chat. That was all Dick Tracy years ago for me too. Phones are vital. Everybody's got one, everbody seems to need one.

Video chat? You mean the thing where....

[No no no that's not the kind of thing you want John Cooper to know about yourself and your modern adventures with one Mr. White. There's even a word for it too, not video chat, another he learned. Ah well.]

Hey I had one before I came here too. A little flipper. Motorola.

[Freddy flaps his hands to gesture the size, shape, and flipping motion of his once upon a time state of the art cellphone.]

[That is a wise decision, Mr. Freddy Foxface. Private video chat is meant to stay private.]

Yeah that thing.

[Cyber whatever for those with that kind of taste.]

That big?

[Of a phone. He still whistles and smiles like a jackass because goddamn it's funny.]

I had an upgrade not too long ago. Joined the rest of the world.

[Smartphones, the wave of the future. Oh hey. When they get to the other side Cooper stops.]

Take my number. I don't know how long I'm in, if you need back up count me in.

That big. Real big.

[He says it like a point of pride even though Freddy's well aware the smaller the phone is compared to its processing power and functions the better. It's just funny being a guy from the 90s. Sometimes. Not all the time. Only when you're hanging around with other guys close to your time period, or at least once lived it. Freddy still doesn't know how old John Cooper is, if they might have been cadet mates. His face looks hardened (like his body) but the kid wouldn't necessary say old.]

Huh?

[What. Caramel green eyes widen. His number. What.] Oh. Oh yeah that's smart. Yeah sure. Yeah.

[He fumbles for his phone which is already in his hand. Smooth recovery, Newendyke.]

It takes a kind of person.

[A 90s person. Heheh. Cooper takes out his own phone again. He's ready for those digits.]

Gimme yours too.

[Not on any bathroom walls. He is joking around. God it has been sometime since he was put at ease. Is it being out of the smog and headcase of a city? Who knows. Could be just talking to someone that's oblivious of everything. Cooper goes first, reading of the numbers from memory with a space between each digit.]

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