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Second Chance Meme!

Okay, rocks fell, everyone died. Too bad, valiant meatshippers! But the good news is that you've all be reincarnated!

...as baseline humans on modern Earth.

Maybe you're waiting at a coffee shop, and you spot someone out of the corner of your eye that looks strangely familiar. Maybe instead of strangers from universes far apart, you and your close CR are now childhood friends who have always been together. Maybe you meet a former enemy as a friend, or a former friend is now a bitter enemy.

Are you a college student? A high-powered lawyer? A kindhearted schoolteacher?

What would your life have been like had you been born under different circumstances, and you met your fellow crew once again? If you had a second chance? Would you still fall into the same habits, be a victim of the same misfortunes? or would you use the opportunity to be someone completely different?

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Matthew O'Connor, or as he's going by these days, M-Cat/Swizzle/Lil Sketch/O'Conman/The Matt Attack/The Mattster/DJ Two-Bit/Lil M/Matty Matty Bow Wow/Mattsterbator/Skittles/M&O/Cartridge/DJ Thunderfuck (pick one), is in a good mood.

Despite being nearly a week behind on rent (DJing at clubs and rap battles are more glamorous than they are profitable), single yet again (which means Flora will give him a pity booty call within the week), and having gotten expelled from his third art school (apparently interpretative dance to Fuck the Police did not meet his Performance Art teacher's idea of a final exam).

He has an action figure in his pocket, a can of spraypaint, and headphones blaring Ludacris. He hangs out under a bridge, perfecting his tag - which looks suspiciously like a superhero emblem.

Outside the library? Really?

The librarian, who looks a bit more like he should be leading up an opposing gang than organizing books, stands behind the young boy, looking much more displeased than he actually is.

Matty, satisfied with his tag, whirls around to stalk proudly away - and bumps right into whom he must assume is the baddest bouncer from a nearby club or a hitman.

Since when did they start hiring these dudes at the library?

"Hey, man, step off, I don't wanna take you down," he says, sounding much more confident than he feels.

Since these dudes stared using their military benefits to pursue their Masters in library science.

"If you take me down," which is hella unlikely, "You won't have anybody to sponsor you to design the new mural for the library -" he points, just in case this kid doesn't actually KNOW that that castle-like building is a library.

"On the principle that you cover all this -" he gestures towards the various spray-painted profanities accompanying the kid's tag - "up first."

"I...what? Aw, hell naw! My sig's the bomb, yo! You should be grateful I dossed this wall up!" he protests at first, as the wheels start turning in his head.

Then he stops. "Wait. That'd mean you'd give me cheddar to tag? Like...for real? Like books and shit?"

Garreth's not sure what half of what this kid just said means, but self-expression is the right of all young people or something.

"Bring me a design by Friday, and we'll talk about giving you a wall that won't get painted over. Consider it a more productive community service than what you'd be getting if you were having this conversation with my cop girlfriend instead."

Since Elisa's a detective, teenage shenanigans usually fall outside her areas of investigative importance, but Garreth is not above throwing her name around in his perpetual quest to establish this library as a safe zone for learning and self-improvement in a place that desperately needs one.

Zouichi was actually coming down this way on his way to an art museum, a sketchbook under his arm and a bag containing his other supplies slung over his shoulder.

Then he spots Punchy. "Hey! What are you doing?"

"Uh." You'd think how often he gets caught doing this sort of thing, Matty'd have an on-hand answer for that. "Tribin' this shit up, duh."

Zouichi glares at him. "Well, stop it. Do you know how long it takes people to clean up after you after you're done tagging whatever it is you want?"

"That's why they shouldn't ace it, duh." He glances at Zouichi's bag. "Wait, you an art student?"

He shifts his bag a little on his shoulder. "Yeah. Why?"

"Me too, yo! Where you think I got these mad skills?" He pulls his own sketchbook out of his bag.

He looks at Punchy like he's bonkers. "If you're an art student, what are you doing tagging?"

But he takes the book anyway.

It's filled with superheroes and designs for toys, along with the occasional not-so-tasteful nude, but it's clearly something he's put incalculable hours of love and effort into. He's not untalented, either. The toy designs especially look nearly professional-level.

"What? This is art!" And he does know his way around a spray can. "Besides, I got booted from school. Can I see yours?"

"...oh." He can kind of see why. "Sure, here you go."

He hands his sketchbook over; Punchy's work actually is pretty good. Zouichi's contains a lot of landscapes, a bunch of model sketches, and interestingly enough, some manga illustrations (which he usually keeps out from under the disapproving eyes of his professors).

"You're not bad. You should try to get some work as a penciller or something."

Not defacing public property.

Matty has no interest in landscapes, but he recognizes manga style for what it is, and Zouichi's apparently pretty good.

"You mean like comics? That'd be dope, but nah, none of the big houses will give me a peep. What you wanna do, like, illustration? This one here's pretty sick." He points out one of Zouichi's manga illustrations. "You could do covers or animation or some shit."

"They won't?" Zouichi blinks. "Why not? You're better than Greg Land already."

"It'd be nice if I could do some illustration. But I'd be happy with most anything, as long as I got to keep drawing." He pauses. "Although I guess it'd get boring drawing the same things all the time. That's what happens if you have to work for an advertising firm, or, say, medical illustration."

"Aw, man, fuck that jackwagon. Douchebag traces everything from skinnies. Not even good skinnies." Matty looks outright indignant at this, as if tracing is a crime equal to punching homeless people or selling your child on eBay.

"I got a friend who works in a botany lab drawing shit. They make her draw the same plants over and over. I keep telling her she should get a job just doing what she loves, but you know." He shrugs. "She ain't trying to hear me. Don't know why."

Because clearly Punchy exudes the attitude of someone who knows what he's doing in his life.

Zouichi nodded. Weirdly enough, he completely agreed with Punchy on the subject of tracing. Ugh.

"Hmm. What is it that she wants to do? If she likes plants that much, she could become a field botanist, discover new ones, sketch her findings..."

"She don't want to leave the city. Says I'd never kick it without her." Of course, Matty knows better - Flora won't leave because she doesn't think she's good enough to hack it, even if he believes in her. "Hey, anyway, bet she'd get on with you like besties, right? You wanna come over to my place, toke up a blunt and meet her?"

If he's not evicted by tonight, that is, but Matty sees nothing wrong with inviting TOTAL STRANGERS over to his apartment. "'Sides, I got some sick inks that'd make backgrounds like this pop," he says, gesturing to some of Zouichi's art again.

Zouichi frowns a little. "A blunt?"

But he nods anyway. "Sure, she sounds like a nice person. And I'm always up for trying new supplies."

"Dope!" he says, either in excitement or answering Zouichi's question, cramming the spraycan back in his jacket and heading for the bus stop, expecting Zouichi to follow.

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