maskormenace | K;1 | Video/Text

[Eggsy’s arrival is pretty much the same as everyone else’s, except for one minor difference. He’s lost his fucking welcome pamphlet. Yeah, he should have been more careful, tucked it away for safe keeping after flipping through it, but, he hadn't, and now he needed it.

He’s not sure if he misplaced it somewhere between the building and the car or sometime after, but, either way, he wants it back. Sooner rather than later. Or at least a copy of it so he can try to figure out what the hell is going on. Eggsy doesn’t know if this is some kind of test, waking up in a new place with a tattoo and no memory of how he’d gotten here; sounded like the night before must have been pretty rough or amazing, whatever, he just wants to know what the fuck is going on.

The pamphlet, he thinks, is a good way to get things going. An opener. So he can see what kind of people he's living around now, figure things out for himself based on more than what's on a piece of paper.

And even though he's not one hundred percent that this isn't some fucked up test, he does know how to use the phone he’s been given, and he doesn’t waste any time pushing through and just asking for what he needs.]

Yeah, Eggsy here. [He shifts the device, angling it so they can only see his face and not where he is. Not that he even knows where he is.] I lost my fuckin' welcome guide. I need another. Anyone got one to spare? Great, thanks. [A quick grin, and the feed ends.]

Text; open to anyone: Jg zpv voefstuboe uijt, nfttbhf nf cbdl xjui b mpdbujpo boe nffu vq ujnf. J offe up lopx xibu't hpjoh po.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Jimmy figures this kid put that request of his in code for a reason (like not wanting to show how freaked out he is, which Jimmy totally gets), so he sends his response privately.]

Whatever they told you when you showed up (I assume everyone gets the same speech) covers the basics of what's going on, but there's a lot they also haven't told you. I've only been here a month, and no one said jack about mind control. You missed all the fun.

Buuuut don't worry, because I wouldn't be surprised if something like that happens again. Or something unlike it.

Sorry this was such a downer of a welcome message.

Mind control? Yeah, alright. Are you pullin' my leg, bruv, because that sounds fuckin' nuts.

[Eggsy was trying really hard to be careful. He didn't want to reveal too much, or not enough, because he knew people didn't respond well to secretive types.

He also wasn't going to bring up Valentine who had almost thrown the world into an early apocalypse via mind altering sim cards. They'd stopped it before too much damage was done, but it'd been bad enough and Eggsy didn't like the idea that someone here was controlling people. Nobody should be forced to do something they didn't want to do.]

Is it like that super power shit that they was talkin' about when we first got here? Someone choosin' to do it to people?

[Jimmy fixes his hair before switching his own video feed on, but that doesn't change the fact that he's still in his pajamas and looks way more casual than usual. Good thing Eggsy will only see the simple, dark blue t-shirt Jimmy's wearing, and not the obnoxious plaid boxers.

Still.

He kinda wishes he'd taken the time to hop into a suit.

Ah, well.]

This whole thing is fuckin' nuts, kid, but you get used to it. Anyway, some people do have powers like that, but no — what I'm talking about wasn't that, exactly. I still don't really know the specifics. Far as I can tell, information sharing... the government's secretive, as you'd expect, but I also get the feeling informative communication among ImPorts is lacking.

[He's been spending a lot of his not-being-social time just perusing the network, reading and listening. There's plenty of communication happening, but some people seem to know more than others. Which, he thinks, could be a bit of an issue.]

[Eggsy didn't care one way or the other what Jimmy was wearing. The clothes didn't make the man, the man did.]

If there's not a good system for communicatin', then why hasn't anyone done anythin' to change that?

[He might be new here, but he didn't think that was a good thing. Everyone should have the same information available to them at all times.]

Some sort of meeting or a paper, I don't know. Anythin' that people can look at or listen to that tells them all the same stuff. Level the field, yeah?

I imagine that's because Big Brother is watching.

[Jimmy points up and around, indicating... well, everything.]

Maybe I'm not the best guy to talk to about this — I've only been here a month, myself. Anyway, the other problem is the fact that not everyone wants the field to be level, you know what I'm saying? It might look like there's some common goal here, but man, that ain't the impression I've gotten.

Yeah, maybe you've only been here a month, but you've already seen what's missin' and what should be done about it.

[Eggsy wasn't quite settled enough to be thinking about leading anything like that, or even leveling the field. He was still of the mind set that he was one good night's sleep away from waking up in his own bed.]

What've they done? To show you that. [Great, there was something going on here, and he probably wasn't going to like it.]

It's more like what they haven't done.

[Jimmy shrugs, a surprisingly nonchalant gesture given what they're discussing.

Maybe he's just cynical.]

Look, I dunno how many people I can speak for, but in my case? Superpowers aren't enough to make me forget the fact that someone put me in a new world or dimension or whatever without my consent — or forget the fact that someone had the ability to do somethin' like that in the first place. They're not really a source of comfort, either. I mean, you'd think you'd feel stronger, right? More powerful. But...

[He doesn't really know why he's telling this kid all this shit, but.

There it is.]

I don't think anyone wants to admit how scared they are.

I think it takes a lot to admit you're afraid of somethin'.

[Eggsy sighs, shrugging his shoulders. He was freaked out, sure, but he couldn't focus on that right now.]

I looked at my file, at my new powers, but, bruv, I don't see how them are good powers.

[He grins though, shaking his head as he remembers them.]

Whatever, though. I just think it's all fuckin' weird. How can they bring us here? Give us all abilities. It seems shady as fuck, all I'm sayin'. Besides, what gives 'em the right to do that?

[He's not expecting an answer, but Jimmy's got him all riled up now.]

[Yeah, Jimmy doesn't have an answer for any of that.

He offers a sympathetic look, though.]

Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, uh — bruv.

[Don't worry; he won't be saying that again. Ever.]

Is that like "bro"?

Eh. Ain't your problem.

[Eggsy grins, absolutely tickled that Jimmy had said bruv.]

Yeah, sorta. Just slang for brother.

What kinda slang? British, but — that's not Chav, is it?

[Sorry, Eggsy. It's the only specific one Jimmy knows aside from Liverpool English. Everything else kind of just... blends together, to his untrained Midwestern ear.]

Ah, yeah. You familiar?

[Eggsy squints at the screen, wondering if this guy knew many chavs, or if he'd just seen them on tv or something.]

Grew up in London. Where you from?

Not at all. Just a lucky guess.

[He shrugs as if apologetic, but the smirk on his face says otherwise.]

I'm originally from a suburb of Chicago, here in America. [A pause.] Not this version of America, but... one. Of many, I guess.

That's still fuckin' weird to hear someone say.

[He'd adjust to it eventually, sure, but didn't make it any less strange. All this alternate universe shit.]

Never been to Chicago, bet it's nice. [No money for a vacation like that.]

What's that like?

K;1 | Video/Text

text, private just in case;

video, private

video, still private

video, private

permavid, permaprivate

video; private

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject