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Entry tags:
- for america,
- friday meme hurray!,
- fun,
- gratuitous tags,
- ish is a dick,
- it is a tradition because i said so,
- it's friday in my timezone okay,
- meme,
- meme tiems yay!,
- shut up zita,
- someone stop me please,
- tags are fun okay?,
- tickybox is totally a valid option,
- tran 9 from outer space,
- zoki has no ideas
FRIDAY MEMERY - 1920s!
Man, the sounds. The smells. The music. The booze. The crime. The Depression. The Prohibition.
Yessir, the Roaring Twenties were a hell of a time. Your characters get to experience it as well! Everyone is now living in the 1920s, in a bustling metropolis, with no real influence from some strange meatship. Their former lives now reflect their new ones.
A character that was a security officer on board might find themselves as a detective on the police force. Someone who used to be a superhero, punching their problems away, might find themselves as some sort of cop, sports star, boxing champ, or even just a kneebreaker on the streets. Someone who used to sing might be a sensation, or just another nightengale crooning in the smokey speakeasies, as people kick back and enjoy their illegal alcohol. A scientist might be a mad chemist, or even something from the pulps. Who knows?
All that's for sure is that they're here now, living the life they can. Will they run into one another? Will they live their lives apart?
That's for you to decide.
Have fun.
Yessir, the Roaring Twenties were a hell of a time. Your characters get to experience it as well! Everyone is now living in the 1920s, in a bustling metropolis, with no real influence from some strange meatship. Their former lives now reflect their new ones.
A character that was a security officer on board might find themselves as a detective on the police force. Someone who used to be a superhero, punching their problems away, might find themselves as some sort of cop, sports star, boxing champ, or even just a kneebreaker on the streets. Someone who used to sing might be a sensation, or just another nightengale crooning in the smokey speakeasies, as people kick back and enjoy their illegal alcohol. A scientist might be a mad chemist, or even something from the pulps. Who knows?
All that's for sure is that they're here now, living the life they can. Will they run into one another? Will they live their lives apart?
That's for you to decide.
Have fun.
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Dean Winchester was a detective often called upon to investigate such scams. Some were tips he got from the great Houdini himself before his recent tragic passing. He had a private agency just simply known as The Winchester Agency somewhere down a back alley. The people who needed him knew how to find him so business just dropped in his lap usually, just like it did for his dad. He had a thing for cars, and was able to get a sweetheart deal on a Chevy Series D black number. It was sleek and had one of the best engines on the market. Even now, and he had fixed the old girl out so she shined.
He gambled and knew his way into the speakeasies for a quick drink. He walked oddly from his time in the Great War, but most were wise enough not to ask.