☠ 3:23 a.m.

[prearcadian]

name's Harlock.
no burning questions or complaints or philosophies to regale you with, sorry.
just these:

[three sets of coordinates. if explored, two lead to open, rather secluded areas just outside of town – one on the coastline. the other just leads to one of the bars.]

Comments

video | at 7am

[boobwindow]

[ Skeptical brow raise. ]

Space pirate? What's this about?

voice | at 2pm

[prearcadian]

Power Girl. [small beat.] Curious? It's just places.

permavoice

[boobwindow]

I've noticed... but why?

[prearcadian]

Why not? Might come in handy to someone else. [a beat.] Suppose I to say hello somehow, in any case. Guess this counts, too.

[boobwindow]

Are you sending people off on a random scavenger hunt?

[ She could check out those points of interest... ]

It's a strange way to say hello.

[prearcadian]

Beats complaining or the same old questions. [a beat.] Could be interesting, what people get out of it.

[boobwindow]

Complaining gets tiresome, but I do understand where most are coming from.

[prearcadian]

Sure. But I didn't feel like adding to that noise.

[boobwindow]

[ Hmmm... ]

So, if I check out one of these coordinates, am I going to be surprised?

[prearcadian]

Maybe. Not sure what sort of things could surprise you.

[boobwindow]

G & G's pizza.

[ Does it exist in this world's Brooklyn? She'll have to find out. ]

Okay, I'm curious.

[prearcadian]

Huh. Not sure about that one; I'm sure you'll let me know should curiosity get the better of you.

[boobwindow]

Give me a few hours; can't exactly leave work now.

[prearcadian]

Work-from-the-government work or picked-it-yourself work?

[boobwindow]

From the government... for now. I do need the money.

[prearcadian]

[a shade dry:] Sure. Easy enough handouts, how they tailor these things to us.

[boobwindow]

I've gotta be able to pay for dry cleaning my costume somehow.

[prearcadian]

Oh, yeah? What's got you dirtying up that [bathing] suit [with a cape] of yours?

[boobwindow]

[ Excuse you. ]

Morons setting fire to museums for one.

[ A groan. ]

[prearcadian]

[amused:] That sounds like a waste. I thought the thing with places like that was to steal the stuff, not light it all up.

[boobwindow]

If he's really Lucifer, materialism is not his thing.

[prearcadian]

[wait.] Who, now?

[boobwindow]

Fallen angel cast from heaven? You aren't familiar with the story, huh.

[prearcadian]

That's an old, old story. Fairy tale, kind of. [a beat.] Got fairy tale folks wandering around, now?

[boobwindow]

They've always existed, even if you couldn't see them.