[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!" [/i]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!