May Meta Plot - Part 1

[tramitis]

Who: Mr. Martin and Your Character
What: Mr. Martin has a few questions
When: Monday, May 11, 2020
Where: The streets of NYC
Rating/Warnings: TBD
Notes: This is happening all over the city in the afternoon, wherever your character is currently walking. When your characters talk about their encounter, they’ll learn that everyone’s encounter (he will visit with 8 characters) happened at the same time. How did Mr. Martin manage to do that?! It’s a ~mystery~.

Players are welcome to either thread out the encounter, or handwave. Either way the encounter will be short. If you would prefer to handwave the conversation, feel free to discuss with the mods in the comments.


The weather is chilly and rainy, though the snow from the other day has thankfully melted. The weather doesn’t seem to stop people from going about their lives and the busy streets are bustling as usual.

Mr. Martin is there, standing in the middle of the sidewalk, when your character rounds the corner, they can’t miss him. The streets might be full of pedestrians, but they seem to part around him, giving your character clear path to him.

Mr. Martin looks surly, but the weather only marginally contributed to that mood. He’s mulling about something else entirely.

“Mr./Ms. [Your character’s name],” He addresses your character. “Let’s take a walk.” It’s not a request.

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OOC Questions

[tramitem]

If you have any OOC questions, ask them here.

[bearshermark]

Elliott stops, heart leaping into his throat. His mind instantly flashes to anything he might have done 'wrong' and comes up short. Or maybe it's about.. his magic? His hands shake.

"Okay," he manages faintly, falling into step. "Um.. where are we going?"

[tramitis]

"Just a walk," Mr. Martin said, walking besides Elliott.

"I recall telling you when we first met that you should stay out of trouble."

[bearshermark]

Just a walk. He could manage that.

"Yeah," he said, pulling off a bit of a nervous smile. "I think I've done that pretty well."

[temptationaccomplished]

[ooc: idk where he's at exactly, or if he went to his planned lunch with Anthony, so we'll just gloss over that]

Aziraphale looked around, hoping some of the other pedestrians might notice something is off (they didn't) and might be in a position to lend a hand (probably not). Were there Bureau agents among them? Would he even notice if there were?

"Right, yes. Wonderful day for a walk, I think," he said, nervously making small talk as he stepped into place beside Mr. Martin. "All that nice--" er, well, not so nice, but it wasn't unpleasant, really, "--...weather. And here I've forgotten my umbrella at home."

[tramitis]

Mr. Martin didn't look left or right into the crowd, seeming as if he didn't matter who heard them, who saw them. No indication if they were being watched or not.

He started walking beside Aziraphale.

"I recall telling you when we first met that you should stay out of trouble."

[temptationaccomplished]

"Yes, and I think I've done fairly well at that. Not even a parking ticket," he said with false lightness.

[traceofeffort]

Tension is high on the Queens College campus, and Lisa is no exception; finals are looming and with all this Different business, she's had a little less time to study than she'd like. Granted, she could absolutely turn in work on LOUDER as evidence of music study, but that didn't help her in humanities classes. That, however, suddenly seems less important as she recognizes the figure in front of her, and jerks to a stop, someone bumping into her from behind, not that she has the free brainpower to even think about apologizing. Run? Or stay? What would he-

-ah. Well. She had a suspicion she wasn't getting out of this, and as the rain plinked off her umbrella, her eyes narrowed, grip on it tightening. "Sure. What's on your mind, sir?" Maybe if she was polite and didn't outwardly look like she'd scream (or punch him, but that didn't seem likely to work either), it'd be over faster. Or he'd be nicer. Either or, really.

[tramitis]

The rain fell on the hat and coat Mr. Martin was wearing, and didn't seem to faze him any.

He started walking beside Lisa.

"I recall telling you when we first met that you should stay out of trouble."

[traceofeffort]

He was gonna get soaked at this rate... Lisa isn't sure she cares just now, though. Instead her face twists in a combative scowl. "Yeah, an' I thought I told you I'd do my best, but if trouble came looking for me I wasn't gonna make any promises. So I like to think I'm doing the best I can under the circumstances."

[serpentinthegarden]

"A walk! Do you have any idea how much work I have to--..."

Anthony looked up from his map and right into the face of that nasty Bureau guy. He couldn't have made a more disgusted startled face if he were at a fun house looking into one of those wacky mirrors.

"Oh, it's you. You're timing is terrible... You do know we're opening an art exhibit here today. There's a ton that needs seeing to."

The Botanical Gardens hadn't yet opened for the day and briefly Anthony found himself wondering how the little rat had actually made his way in here. The gates still ought to be locked. Maybe this was the power of having connections.

"What do you want anyway?"

[tramitis]

The people continued to mill around them on the sidewalk. Mr. Martin didn't seem fazed by the expression on Anthony's face.

"To talk." That's what he wanted.

"I recall telling you when we first met that you should stay out of trouble."

[serpentinthegarden]

"I've been staying out of trouble..."

Though the suggestion that he might not have been sent his heart pattering away in his chest.

"Not even a speeding ticket."

[hardtoignore]

Clarence stiffens, hunching even further in on himself and into his hoodie. He hadn't expected to meet with Mr. Martin ever again, but here he was, giving Clarence that same uneasy feeling he did their first time face to face.

Shrinking away, Clarence considered running. It was always an option if he needed it, but for now he would play along. At least a little.

"... What do you want?"

[tramitis]

Mr. Martin seemed oblivious to how he was making Clarence feel.

"To talk," he said. That was what he wanted.

"I recall telling you when we first met that you should stay out of trouble."

[hardtoignore]

This guy was trying to sound like some of the lame school counselors Clarence had dealt with in the past. Mr. Martin probably wasn't even trying but it certainly didn't endear him to Clarence by any means.

"Yeah? What am I being blamed for now?" Okay, sure. He fought with one of his guardians last month and stayed away from home for a weekend, but he was making up for that by actually trying to make good grades on his finals wasn't he?

[scotch_egg]

Ha paused, narrowing his eyes at the man, shivering a bit in the chilly rain. He wants to tell the man to fuck off, but he knows he won't get any answers that way. He is tired and home calls, more than that essays he had to grade-- But this was important.

Hands deep in his pockets he went up to the man.

"I've got questions for you too."

[tramitis]

One surly man fell instep with the other.

"I recall telling you when we first met that you should stay out of trouble."

[darkforcerising]

Anakin had the hood of his hoodie up, air pods in like always. The emotions bouncing off people seemed... louder, somehow. He was trying to ignore it, just moving with the crowd. He failed to notice the crowd parting and almost ran into Mr. Martin, just stopping short at the last minute when he saw the black shoes.

He looked up. He wouldn't say he was particularly pleased with running into the man.

He took out his air pods and that's when Mr. Martin spoke - just solidifying that he was there to talk to Anakin.

Anakin stepped forward cautiously, he was so going to run to Ben's right after this... if he was given the chance.

"What do you want?"

[tramitis]

"To talk."

Mr. Martin obviously wasn't interested in pleasantries. He began to lead the way for their walk, but was keeping an eye on Anakin to ensure he would follow.

"I recall telling you when we first met that you should stay out of trouble."

He wasn't wearing what was exactly a frown on his face, but it was a hard expression, quite serious.

[ashenscipher]

Bitterblue really wanted to get home to her warm couch and blanket, pour some tea and curl up for the rest of the day, this weather was miserable. She rounded the corner only to find a grumpy shaped man blocking her plans for the evening.

She'd be lying if her heart didn't skip a beat or two at the sight of him. A drop of rain slipped down her neck and under her collar, making her shiver.

He wanted to walk- Merde! how long was this going to take? Where was this going to end?

She didn't any way through this but forward. She started walking with Mr. Martin.

"Why did you come?"

[tramitis]

"Simply seeking to talk," Mr. Martin said. It was a bald-faced statement, not dark or unhappy. Just plain. He began leading the way for their walk.

"I recall telling you when we first met that you should stay out of trouble."

[missingache]

Roxas stops walking and gives the man addressing him a once over. This reminds him way too much of being stopped by a police officer, and going against a clear order doesn't seem too smart. So with a shrug, he sighs.

"Fine. Let's go Mister."

[tramitis]

Mr. Martin started walking.

"I recall telling you when we first met that you should stay out of trouble."

[captainspain]

Jack frowned as he stopped outside the theater. Something felt...off and it was making his skin itch in a weird way he couldn't put a name to. He waited as if expecting someone to join him even though he is going to be late for rehearsal.