Anthony (
scramasax) wrote in
saveyourbrain2014-04-01 08:18 pm
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"Five Years Later..."
"Five Years Later..."
A Good/Bad Ending Meme
Happy First Anniversary, Save the Earth.
Let us celebrate by speculating on where our characters might be in another few anniversaries - pick one or both of the below and do a little babble/blurb - and from there, o' course, freely springboard off of others... or play/thread in the hypothetical scenarios, if you'd like.
Good Ending
Congratulations, Numbers Club - you've fended off the supposed invasion, after a global chase and monster attack and pseudo-political fight one after the other! With the last of the Enemy fleeing and your lot as Earth's heroes, you've got no need to hide yourself any longer - and look how much you've grown in all that time! What have you been up to - and now that you've saved the world, what will you do next?
Bad Ending
...Or you've failed to do any such thing. The alien invasion has succeeded and swarmed over the world. They've overtaken humanity, and the Noble Numbered might be desperately putting up a last-stand defense, hiding their heads, giving in, or on the edge after a string of failures - on a case by case basis. Everyone is bound to react to the apocalypse - and failure to Save the Earth - in different ways.
GOOD END it doesn't make sense that he wouldn't have found her by now but I DONT CARE
Somewhere between monster and human, they both stand, and there's a bond in that.
It's pretty easy to figure out. High powered charity function, of course they're hiring the superhero catering guy. She's not well known yet outside medical tech circles, her business (and her business partnership with Mordin) is still considered an ~edgy startup~, despite revolutionizing medicine. They'd learn in a few more years, they'd ALL learn. As such, it takes some needling Matt to get a ticket, but get a ticket she does.
She dodges question, evades attention, and even unceremoniously shoves some Silicon Valley schlub into a potted plant to get him off her tail. And then she's got one blue steel hand on the buffet table, leaning across to grin at the pale boy behind the counter.
"Too busy with the business to even call? I'm hurt."
WHATEVER WHATEVER IT DON'T MATTER
And the food? Well, it helped that White Dragon Catering was one of the few catering companies in the world to be recognized by the Michelin Guide. There may have been some bribery involved in that, but the food WAS excellent, and varied for all sorts of cost ranges. This event was high end, fancy shit.
When he does notice Chris, he doesn't actually notice her. Just her hand. He lashes his tail in annoyance and speaks in his now well-known flanged voice.
"M'mam, I'm gonna hafta ask you ta--" It's when he looks up that he realizes who he's actually talking to. His eyes widen and he gasps, surprise lighting up his boyish features. That was a face he never expected to see again. Right here! In front of him, at an event!! "Chris! You... you're..." He shakes his head and then yells again at someone nearby. "PETER! COVER FOR ME, I GOTTA MINGLE." Whoever this Peter is nods and sighs.
And then, Shiro literally vaults over the buffet table with a burst of a staticy sound and right on top of Chris, smiling like a moron.