MOM CAN YOU DROP ME OFF? (IN RUSSIA?)

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01. The city of Heropa is what one might expect from a small, bright and cheery place. The locals are friendly enough and local shop owners might offer a free drink to welcome you to their fair city. Some of the locals might thank you for always lending your service to the nation and others might not say anything. In fact, some people might back away from any imPort who quite obviously looks like they aren't from around the neighborhood. Once in a while there's a look of disdain on someone's face and hushed voices. A snippy voice wonders aloud: "My taxes are going to their parties and other expenses? When are they going to do something for us for a change? Why if they weren't around, I bet the Soviets--" These naysayers may, however, find themselves hushed with a judgmental: "You couldn't do what they do even if you had powers. They don't have to help us, you know!"

02. De Chima, Virginia, is a large city with a healthy economy, and though it's quieter, there are just as many citizens awed at your presence. Heavy winds have people grasping at their newspapers and constantly brushing hair out of their faces, but that doesn't distract them from crowding you in excitement if you're obviously from a different time or world, or just let it slip that you're a newcomer. Children and young teenagers are especially likely to ask for an autograph and a photo.

Some locals seem less enthused to see you. They never make an approach, but they can be overheard scoffing and muttering something about cameras and an incident involving gas. "Biological warfare... we sure some of them haven't defected?"

03. Maurtia Falls, Pennsylvania, is normally known for being a little more on the apathetic side, but there's been tension in the atmosphere lately, contrasted by headlines broadcasting petty, unimportant local news and no worldly news.

People are not as friendly in this city and go out of their way to avoid walking down the same sidewalk as the more obvious looking imPorts pass through. Local cops say nothing, but they scowl at those imPorts and mutter under their breaths resentfully about "vigilantes". However, not all locals turn the other way seeing imPorts; some of them will offer a polite enough smile and thank them for their hard work. They don't stop to clarify what they mean, though.

04. Nonah, North Carolina, is the liveliest of all cities. It's loud, busy and there's some kind of energy in the air that gets everyone buzzing with excitement. Anyone who they come to determine an imPort is bombarded with all sorts of offers; job offers, advertising gigs, spokesperson for advocating children stay in school, etc. Anything and everything! You name it. Shops offer discounts for food and clothing, whatever they need. Advertisements are abound for imPorts to make appearances at various, televised celebrations, luring them in with promises of free food, merchandise, and payment. ImPort action figures and merchandise are on sale now, and every corner's coffee shop is still serving festive peppermint goods of every shape and form.

Comments

no i'm sorry

[mewsic]

[ how the fuck did a cat get into the bar. Well, knowing Hummy, she probably just thought "oh hey, there are people in there!" and wandered in absolutely oblivious to what a bar actually was (she has no clue what you do at a bar). This place seemed nice! At least, it had a lot of people in there who all looked very happy and, most importantly, it played music.

Of course, that still didn't change the fact that she didn't know where she was. That guy at the table, he looked like he belonged here. He also looked like he'd know what this place was and how Hummy could get back home (she is so lost). And hey, maybe she could have some of whatever's in those tiny little glasses...some of this stuff didn't look all that good or smell all that good, but the mixed drinks that came in pretty colors inevitably caught her eye.

So it's less of a shadow over the table and more of a shadow on the table, as Hummy bounces from floor, to chair, to table. ]

Ah, Hummy just wants to know how she can get one of those yummy looking pink drinks! And...what exactly this place is.

[ it's a talking pink cat, Illya. ]

[zhelezo]

[ He doesn't move for a long, long time after his gaze falls on the ... talking pink cat. It even looks like he's ( somehow! ) stopped breathing entirely. Illya Kuryakin is not here at the moment, please try again later.

Eventually he does blink and then looks to the shot glass in his hands. He swallows it down and then lifts a hand to summon the bartender. ] Bring the bottle. [ He sounds Russian so everyone in the bar twitches a little. He doesn't care. He can fight them. ]

I'm seeing things.

[ He's literally gone insane. Cowboy would have a field day. ]

[mewsic]

[ He's seeing things -> there must be something fun to see around here -> what gives, Hummy doesn't spot anything. She looks around the bar, as if she'll somehow magically see what this big guy spotted. But nope, no dice. (Though hey, this is at least one person who's not bothered by the Russian accent mostly because Hummy's oblivious to the Cold War in general).

So, after giving everything in the bar a once over, Hummy takes a few steps closer to Illya and simply remarks. ]

I'm not seeing anything. What are we looking at?

[ Because it's obviously something important. After all, he needed a bottle for....some reason (why does he need a bottle anyway?) ]

[zhelezo]

[ The bottle is brought.

Illya may be a soviet, but his money is still good. Or ... Napoleon Solo's money, considering how he'd picked the man's pocket earlier just to prove he could. The wallet is expensive. It was probably stolen before too. Nobody else seems surprised by the talking - and still, terrifyingly pink - cat. The man unscrews the lid and instead of pouring the clear liquid into a glass he just takes a giant swig of it. When he swallows he closes his eyes.

Opening them to find the cat is still there doesn't make him feel better. ]

You cannot possibly be real. I will not accept.

[mewsic]

[ As Illya closes his eyes after taking a giant swig of the vodka, Hummy leans over closer to the bottle, so she can get a good sniff of whatever it is....and oh no, it smells terrible. What gives?! She saw those nice pink fruity drinks earlier, those smelled good, this smelled horrible! Why was he drinking that in the first place?! Because obviously it can't be good.

She lets out a small ] Aargh! [ of disgust as the vodka scent hits her nose, backing up and almost knocking over one of the shotglasses. Her paws are placed smack over her nose because that smelled horrible and Hummy does not want to smell it again.

So instead of answering Illya's question with something like 'of course I'm real, I'm Hummy!', she instead answers it with an absolutely distraught, ] Why are you drinking that?! Find something better, nya!

[ she is personally offended at his drink choice. ]

[zhelezo]

[ It's possible that he's dead and doesn't realise it yet.

Or drugged. Maybe drugged. Probably drugged. He's a spy, these things happen. He levels the terrible creature with a dark look and then shrugs one shoulder underneath his suit jacket. ] Is good.

Not Russian, but gets job done.

[mewsic]

Are you Russian? [ the terrible creature's just going to keep bothering Illya. And, to just be even more of an annoyance, Hummy walks across the table and just sits PLOP next to him on the chair/booth/whatever.

Tiny cat up in yo bubble and totally oblivious to the fact that she's up in yo bubble. ]