trans_9 | What a day for a Parade

It had started as an idea, a silly little idea.

When Sandy had grown up in New York she'd heard tales of the famous Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade from the older people around the neighborhood. And on the news they ran reruns of it, but the constant pouring rain and the security issues had made the parade a thing of the past.

So...with a little help from Stacy's history files and the Sensorium Sandy was going to experience the iconic celebration first hand.

The world seemed to explode around her as the Sensorium took her command and noise and color swirled around her.

Music was booming and people were dancing. She fought her way to the front of the crowd and naturally, had the best seat of in the house as the parade began. She saw her breath in front of her and summoned up a mug of hot cocoa to savor as her eyes twinkled with delight. Dancers in tight outfits, balloons bigger then anything she'd ever seen, and everywhere people were laughing and smiling.

It was a New York she'd never known, a New York full of hope and joy.

A New York full of love.

[[OOC: You don't have to interact with Sandy if you don't want you can just come on your own or with friends and family to enjoy the parade]]

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"I just got told that more likely than not, the police would be harder on me than they would be on a white kid. I guess I never got old enough for that to be a problem, since it was mostly just school security guards and stuff."

Howard nods, slowly, eyes on the graffiti. "You get that heroes don't exist now, right?"

"Well...I wouldn't say that." She sighed leaning against the end of the basket, "There's alot of good people on this ship. Lotta stupid people too, but maybe that's part of being a hero huh? You gotta be too stupid to take care of yourself."

"You get too stupid, you get killed. Or you end up hurting other people. That doesn't make you a hero." Howard stares out at the wrecked city and leans over the end of the basket. "You'll get it eventually."

Sandy considered that and nodded thoughtfully, "I guess that makes sense. But...well what would it take to be a hero then? There was that Superman guy who died to save us all. Doesn't that count?"

"No. That's the easy way out, dying. He's not going to stick around and be here when it really gets bad, is he?"

"Huh..." It was impossible to miss the disappointment in Sandy's voice, "Never thought about it like that." And she wished she hadn't now. As if to reflect the state of mind this was putting her in the balloon drifted over one of the last memories Sandy had of her city, a crowd of people, including herself standing around watching as an old man in a spider-man suit got knocked around by six super villains.

"See he was the only hero we had left that I knew of and that didn't work out too well."

"Exactly." Howard feels absolutely zero guilt about imparting his particular brand of cynicism on Sandy. "And then they're just gone and us normal people get to pick up the pieces and keep putting up with the hard stuff."

He tilts his head at Sandy. "You ever wonder what death's like?"

You may very well be the most unbearably depressing person she's spoken to yet Howard, and yet here she is.

"Only when I'm close to it." She confessed. "Before Stacy picked me up I was sure I was a goner. I thought Stacy was you know, what happens after when I got here."

Hey, Howard can be fun! Sometimes! Usually at your expense!

"Same here. I mean, not like I was in the middle of dying or anything, but it was going to happen sooner rather than later." He picks at his lower lip, then just ends up biting his fingernails. "But I'm pretty sure there's no religion on your Earth or mine that would classify living inside a giant pulsing wart while fighting space bugs as heaven, and the weather's too good for it to be hell."

"Still made more sense to me then reality at the time." Sandy countered with a bitter laugh. "But yeah...I dunno. I've stayed alive this long. I think my odds are pretty good. Better if I keep close to the stronger people and help out where I can. You know learning how to be useful."

He nods. Howard can totally get behind getting close to stronger people and making himself useful. "You're not worried about going back?"

He pauses for a moment, then sighs. "You know, kiddo, if you need someone to vouch for you getting a job in Medical, I'll give it to you."

Sandy shrugged her face impassive. "I don't know, I guess. I'd rather stay with Hana if I could get the chance."

Then she smiled at his offer, "I'm still kind of learning, I don't think I'm talented enough to get a real job but I'm willing to learn."

"From the looks of it, your world isn't exactly a resort." Howard raises an eyebrow at her.

"Hey, I didn't start with any medical talent either. I just learned. Everyone acts like you have to start off as a doctor here and that's just bullshit."

"Exactly, and Hana's like the best friend I've ever had. I dunno what I'd do if I had to go back without him." She paused and then "Probably something crazy and stupid."

She smiled at the second part, "Well then sure, I'll learn as I go. Anything to be some help. Beats sitting around waiting for the world to end."

Howard nods. "Yeah. I don't...I guess Zou's my best friend. Here, at least." He can't really compare Zouichi to Orc. It's totally different. Zouichi makes Howard feel safe and wanted where Orc made him feel in control and needed.

"If you come in sometime I'll show you how to stitch."

Edited 2011-12-05 20:51 (UTC)

"He's pretty cool, Hana introduced me to Zou once."

"Really? That sounds awesome. I've seen people do it before but I don't know how yet." She grinned cheerfully, maybe he wasn't always a downer after all.

"Yeah, he's..." Howard can't find exactly how to describe Zou. He pushes Howard to be better. Howard's never felt that before; usually he befriends those who encourage his bad habits and selfish tendencies. He makes Howard feel judged, and yet, at the same time, motivated. "'Pretty cool' suits him."

Howard then goes on to prove Sandy's previous assessment of him as a downer. "Might as well learn. You'll probably need them sooner rather than later."

Sandy rolled her eyes at his addition "Hopefully not for me, but we'll burn that bridge when we get to it."

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