[I]"Hello there! I'm Rous. No last name here! Please, sit down![/i] The man sitting at the table before you motioned to a chair. He spoke with what seemed to be no accent. He looked neither old, nor young in the face. Some would guess he was in his late twenties, others would guess early fourties. Not a wrinkle was to be found on his beardless face, but his hair was graying. The suit he wore didn't look like it was dyed black, but like it lacked light, like it was made of the darkness of space. His emerald green eyes had a glow behind them, as if they had some sort of fire burning behind them.

The man cleared his throat, and smiled. "[I]Let's get to it. You have been chosen for a /very/ special task. YOU are chosen to be a Moderator. And now, an explanation. You see..." [/i] He gestured to a whiteboard, which you could have sworn wasn't there ago. It had what looked to be galaxies upon galaxies spinning on it.

[I]"There is a theory that there are an infinite amount of parallel universes in existence. I'm here to tell you that this is true! Millions,billions,trillions,quadrillions, et cetera, et cetera!"[/I]

He stood up, and moved to the board, it changed, the scenery constantly flickering. [I]"They say that dreams are windows to these other universes. ALSO CORRECT! Every day dream, every kick of the imagination is a peak into another universe. That means books, movies, cartoons are a window to somewhere else! 'But, Rous, how does one see into these universes through dreams? I heard that there are other me's as well!' Well, YOU ARE CORRECT, SORT OF!" [/I] He whirled around, arms spread out wide.

[I]"There's n-illion of copies of everyone else. When they dream, space out, et cetera, they are viewing another multiverse through their counterpart's eyes. But you....you're special. Now we get to the reason why I am here, talking to you. And why the 'Sort of' was in my last sentence."[/i] The man sat down at the table, and leaned in close.

[I]"You. There's only /one/ of you. You're it. You're an anomaly in the multiverse. When you dream, and see another multiverse, you're there. When you jump off into La-la land at work, because you are bored, you are there. In a parallel universe. Seeing it with your own eyes. Ah!" His watch beeped several times. He turned it off, and grabbed a coat the same shade as his suit. Putting it on.

[I]"Our time is up! Tomorrow, for some reason, you will walk by this little coffee shop, aptly named 'Cool beans.' It might be the smell of coffee, or the fresh baked sconces in the window. I know New York is a big city, but you WILL walk past this place. Stop in. I'll explain any questions you have! Of course, as with all dreams, you won't remember this very well, so I'll end up explaining everything again! As the Italians say, Ciao!"[/i]

And with that, you woke up.

What a weird dream....

-end-

OoC//

Alrighty! Welcome to another rp of mine! Rule time!

1. Follow subeta rules!
2. violence is going to happen. Romance is okay, and foul language is just fucking awesome! 3)I understand writer's block every now and then, but I expect at least one paragraph a post. Just one!
3. I'd like for you to post a pretty long, descriptive post for your intro, please! That one was mine!

For whatever reason, whilst walking to her High School, Arin stopped at a quaint little coffee shop wit the rather groan-inducingly punny name, Cool Beans. Sure, she'd seen it before, but this time was a little different. She felt obligated to walk in and get something for some reason,even though she didn't know anybody that worked there, or really have a reason. She made her own coffee anyways....so, there she was at the cliche coffee shop, staring into the window, shivering just a little from the cold. She had always hated how the School uniform forced girls to wear these tiny mini-skirts, even in the dead of winter.... She shrugs, and walks inside, looking around. It wasn't quite winter yet, but it was cold enough to snow, and snow it did. Arin had quite a few snowflakes caught in her hair, but you'd never know, considering her hair was so damn white.

She sits down by the fire, trying to figure out what had possessed her to come into the building. It wasn't like she would rather be in school, but this feeling was really urking her. It was a nagging feeling in the back of her head, screaming at her that there was just something about this place that required her to be there. Then, she remembered the odd dream she had last night. The only thing she couldn't remember, was what actually happened in the dream.... "Well, whatever it is, I'm sure it must have been some kind of message or something....like one of those premonition thingies those religious zealot whackjobs claim to have to gain more blind followers...." The fire had warmed her up considerably, and she was now rather sleepy... She chuckled a little to herself, and before she knew it, she was asleep in the leather armchair she had sat down in

OoC// Finally! I've been wanting to run this RP for a long time! Hopefully a few other folks join in. Let me send out a few pings.

To see if they are interested

OOC// It looks really interesting! And those are some good choices

(( squeal I'm in, just don't neglect the Jester's Legacy, okay? Now who do I want to play....hm. I've got Amune, or Raia, or shylarah, or...I don't even know. What fits best here, fantasy or--OH I KNOW. I want to play Jean. And I want to join us, is that okay? She's amazing. Cheshire, come bring Venom! bounces on))

Jean was spending time in New York City, not doing anything in particular. She was quite a ways from her usual stomping ground, back near the Nexus, but as a perpetual traveler she roamed all over. She was never one to turn down an adventure, so when she crossed a vaguely-familiar coffee shop with the amusing name of "Cool Beans", the young woman strode inside.

She brushed the early winter snow from her coat and hair, brown curls that fell to her jawline to frame her face. Off came hat, coat, and gloves, and she found a hook to deposit the damp items. She adjusted the gleaming silver pin in her shirt collar, and straightened her navy blouse. Cream-colored pants and a pair of sturdy but comfortable boots rounded out her outfit. She bought a scone and some tea at the counter, not liking the taste of coffee, and settled into a seat. There was another girl there, looking to be all but asleep by the fire. The girl wasn't dressed for the weather, her school uniform skirt far too short to be comfortable at this time of year. Poor kid. Jean had never attended a school that made her wear a uniform, and she was grateful for that.

The woman found herself a seat at a table near a window, and waited for whatever she felt was about to happen to occur, her brown eyes watching carefully for any indication that it was starting.

OoC// Think of it this way,

It's people getting pulled from OUR universe. Normal people who are going to learn some amazing things

And trust me, in used to running multiple RP's lol

OOC// Haha, now I'm a little envious! My RP thread isn't going too well...nervous chuckle

IC//

Arin hadn't been asleep for too long before gravity got the better of her, and she slumped over, and smacked her head down onto the table hard enough that it was heard all throughout the cafe. She snaps awake, and holds her head in pain. Owowowowowow!! Her eyes tear up a little, which didn't really help. She ends up tripping over the low-set table, ending up in a very....revealing position....her skirt had flipped up, so everyone could see her purple striped underwear. She seems a little dazed, and unable to get up...

(( too late, Rous, I brought Jean. She's from Wayward Squirrel, so she knows about magic and stuff. But new universes will pique her interest a great deal.))

((EDIT: I mean, I could tweak her, but I"d rather not, since I invited Cheshire, and Ven's a friend of Jean's.))

OoC//

Eh. Alright...

OOC// @ I'm interested to see what Jean's reaction will be to how Arin just ate shit, XD

Ira sipped at a cup of plain, black coffee. He almost never drank coffee like that anymore. He was always too busy drawing or painting or writing or playing video games, but something had possessed him to got to the nearest coffee shop, Cool Beans, on his way to a game release. He was supposed to play in a tournament during he release, so the caffeine would do him some good. As he sat at his little coffee shop table, two more people entered the quaint establishment. One looked like a winter princess straight out of Sailor Moon, but in a good way. She was a beautiful young lady in a school uniform. He smiled warmly as she passed, but he went unnoticed. This was not new to him. The other was a bit different, but equally beautiful. He gave her a smile and slight nod, yet again non-existent to the female population. With a huff, he returned his attention to his coffee, his left hand holding up his head with his fingers laced into his straight, brown hair. He was one of those people with really good, almost anime hair without really trying. It was just thin enough to do whatever he wanted it to and a layered at a medium length. He shifted in his stool, and his wide-necked thermal long sleeve shirt shifted with him. It was an old shirt but a sturdy one. He felt a little under dressed compared to the gorgeous women in the shop with him. He was just a skinny guy in a grey shirt that was slightly too loose, black skinny jeans that just made him look thinner, and a worn pair of DC high tops. He was a lonely artist and a hopeless romantic and in time he OH SWEET AGENT OF THE NINE WERE THOSE HER UNDERWEAR?!

Ira averted his eyes, swallowing down a potential guffaw before it bursted out. He took his long coat off his chair, it was a dark grey coat trimmed in black with a white deer embroidered over the heart area. He draped it over his shoulder, then reached over the counter for a handful of ice. He went over to the girl, placing the ice in one of the fancy, cloth napkins in a decorative basket on the table the chairs were encircling. He draped his White Stag coat over her exposed area and knelt beside her in one motion. He cupped her face with his off hand, steadying it so he could gently apply his makeshift ice pack to her head, "Here," he said warmly, focusing on the injury with his hazel eyes. If he didn't focus on that, he would be unable to detach his gaze from her gorgeous face. Being twenty-six years old and not knowing her age, he tried to reamain the helpful adult, thanking himself for his years as a Hospital Corpsman in his early adulthood. "What's your name, dear?" He asked.

[ *tips hat to *]

Arin rubbed her forehead, groaning. Oooowwwww......my head....huh..? My name...? Do I...know you,,,? She was still dazed, and now she was confused. Arin had an odd look on her face, the bump on her head swelling to rather uncomfortable proportions. I'm Arin.....Well, my full name is Arin Ann-Marie Rosewell Sweeney....yeah, I know my name is long..... *The coffee, which had been just barely on the edge, falls off of the table, and into her lap, spilling all over her, causing her to scream out in pain

ooc/ I'll give it a shot I guess :)

Lou brushed a wisp of hair out of her face, it had escaped the bandanna she wore in an effort to restrain her long, dark brown hair. Work at the cafe seemed different today, almost like deja vu, but the feeling didn't go away when she entered the Cool Beans coffee shop. "Morning Lou" Sally, the manager, greeting her as she set the first batch of baked goods in the display case.

"Morning." she replied with a smile before donning an apron. With the snow coming down Lou figured it was going to either be a busy day or a slow day. She booted up the register and unlocked the front door. Although she worked at the shop she didn't go anywhere near any of the food or beverage making. Her skills were in great need of improvement before she would be allowed anywhere near the cafe's products.

A few people strolled in, the first was a regular, but the other three were new. The first a skinny guy, she didn't see many like him in here. "Coffee, black." she repeated over her shoulder. Next was a very pale girl, about school-aged, judging by her uniform. The girl sat down by the fire, Lou figured she was meeting somebody there, but the next time she looked over at her she was passed out in a chair. The next woman who walked in ordered a scone and coffee. "Rose Tea, medium." Lou called out to Sally, reaching into the display for the scone. She rang the order up and resumed window watching. She figured it might pick up in an hour or so.

A crash drew her attention back inside the cafe. "Uh..." she said, dumbfounded by the sight of the girl's underwear. "Are you okay?" she called from her station, unsure if she should go get ice, help the girl into a more dignified and less revealing position, or to go hide in the back room and pretend that the accident hadn't happened. The skinny guy saved her from making that decision, going over to cover her up. She wanted to smack his hands away from grabbing ice, it wasn't clean or sanitary, but was still too shocked to really move. Instead she grumbled to herself as she went to grab a bucket. The last thing they needed was food poisoning or something happening in the cafe.

thanks for letting me know, I edited it

The hot coffee certainly didn't feel too good, considering it was almost fresh out of the pot. Arin fights back tears, standing up in the now-soaked school uniform. She looks rather humiliated, her bottom lip quivering. Some people snicker at her, because it looks a little like she wet herself. She is just frozen there, blushing incredibly hard. Some random people speak up. Purple stripes, eh? They really show off your ass, tootz! She blushes even harder, and a few tears roll down her face.

[you may have posted just after and me so you didn't see what we put, might want to edit. ^.^ ]

Arin is frozen there, and as the two guys taunt her she starts to cry. Arin falls to her knees, crying in humiliation and pain. Her uniform was no longer piping hot, as the coffee had cooled down, and now it was actually rather cold. Arin is shivering*

Ira had gone from totally concerned and helpful to really annoyed. There was coffee everywhere and this girl was crying and guys were making fun of her. "Hey what the hell Is your problem?!" He shouted at the two who were yelling. He draped his miraculously dry coat over the girl's shoulders, guiding her to another chair. He had seen the employee's face at him grabbing ice as she just stood there. "Yeah, " he called at her as she finally began to actually do something, "can we get some towels?" This was why he didn't go places.

OoC// waiting on yay or nay's from other folks before I actually begin.

Sorry for the wait!

The guys seemed a little disappointed. What's our problem? It was funny! Stupid girl should be in school anyways...this is what a punk like her gets for skipping class! Arin sits down in the seat, calming down a little

(( Hi, hello. I appreciate the offer, but I hardly have time to keep my head on let alone jump into this super cool sounding RP. I don't want to hold people up because I'm not able to reply very quickly. ;.; Also Venom is a demon, not a human. So I don't know if he really counts as a person from "our" universe, mostly because he comes from a place inside my head. This does sound really cool though. I'm interested to read what happens with it. ))