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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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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.]

Yeah, okay.

[Switching numbers. Nothing to see here. Totally innocent. Maybe Cooper catches a glimpse of a photo on his phone, nothing damning, but it looks like boys having fun. It's gone quickly to pull up the create a new contact screen.]

John. Cooper.

[He gives his own number to the big blonde by memory as well. The kid is unfamiliar with the idea of people who have to consult their own phones to get their own numbers.]

[Steely blue eyes capture quite a bit. Cooper says nothing. His screen used to have a face. Now it's just a muscle car. Someday it'll have a person again.]

Freddy with an I and E or a Y?

[His last name will be cop.]

Y.

[He's no Lounds, heh heh heh. Freddy Cop sounds good to him, it is what he is. Almost a title. So close to Freddy Cooper though. Ahem.]

[The standard iphone click clickity noise heralds the final motion and that's that. Freddy is added to Cooper's phone. A real imprint that they met. He doesn't know about no memories. He believes that he'll come on out into the world again, just living some bad trip.]

Got it.

[He pockets his phone.]

The heads up are appreciated. I'll be honest with you, I don't think I'd get the lay of the land on my own.

Hey that's what I'm here for.

[From one brother in blue to another. Freddy grins, looking like he's feeling pretty good about himself.]

Thanks.

[Hopefully the friendly and helpful Freddy will accept this as the natural end to their contact for now. Cooper steps one way and sort of half waves.]

I'll try and look you up before I head out.

[Like he's got some sort of a choice....]

Hey. Hey wait.

[Freddy's not one to insult the intelligence of his fellow officers (actually he is, some co-workers you just don't get along with) but he can't help noticing the lack of a full kit belt on this guy.]

You lose something?

[Vague and somehow to the point. Maybe John will pick it up easily.]

[He freezes. And even though he's got the belt on. The weight is different. It's like walking around knowing that in an emergency you can't perform right.]

Yeah. I did.

[It's shameful. Like a dog without teeth.]

[Freddy doesn't know what's up. He doesn't know why he's without his belt. For all he knows John Cooper arrived just about to put it on. There are so many reasons, the last one he'd consider is suicide watch. Rubber gun squad shit.]

Here. I've got ten at home.

[Ten including Larry's. The kid gets down on one knee to unholster his sidearm. It's small, easy to conceal, and a well-placed shot can be lethal.] It's not much but.

[Any firepower helps. Right here on the street. It's not that crowded and they're both professionals who can make the exchange look like nothing because Freddy assumes John's going to take it.]

[Cooper starts to to open his mouth. And then he stops.]

I know it's not protocol.

[One cop to another. Or bringing your own arms to work, that's a slippery slope of accountability. He doesn't hesitate though. Not for a second.]

Thanks.

[Left to right, eyes always moving and vigilant. Say no. Keep to orders. But what if, what if... The dilemma keeps on playing back and forth, back and forth right up until he puts his hand out.]

You're in uniform, you need it.

[Freddy nods. Who ever suspects Freddy Newendyke of being a cop just by looking at him? It works to the kid's advantage. Sometimes too well. He notices the shift in Cooper's eyes but to Freddy he just considers it a reaction to a good gesture in truly inexplicable circumstances.]

It's not gonna stop a raptor, okay? If you need more, I got your back.

[It's not like it's a pity lunch or trying to kind out all the emotions coiled up inside of him. Cops watch out for other cops.]

How likely are raptors?

[Meaning he is going to take this gun. Might bring him out of a moody orbit he's been trying to drift into. Responsibility, a real sort of beat.]

Just in case I mean. I'll get it back to you ASAP.

Kind of likely. [Freddy nods three times, brows furrowed because he knows how ridiculous it sounds.] Sure. No problem.

[Like he said, he's got tons of guns at home...though if memory serves him right it might have been Larry who paid for the Tomcat, oops.]

[Likely to get yourself killed if they are around. Jurassic Park was a good movie. Cooper nods.]

Thanks, Freddy.

[Gun held close he feels more effective. Now it's like he an patrol with more authority than just a navy blue suit. Before turning to leave, the cop extends his hands for a shake.]

Don't sweat it, Cooper.

[Sorry, no last names for this kid. He's got his reasons. Maybe the Tomcat's already done all the undercover talking for him. Freddy takes John's hand for a firm shake.]

[It has. Also it's very distinct for leaving off a last name when that is usually all you go by as a cop. He's done more than enough for only being a stranger. A firm shake in return as he tries to commit his face and everything they talked about to memory. He's got to be round still or something. Better look him up at home, assuming they got the same home.]

Catch you later.

[Finally letting go.]

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