New York had reached its twelfth month. Drops of crystalized water was falling from the heavens, covering the dull streets in a pleasant, reflective white sheet. It induced a nostalgic and warm sense of Christmas and the beginning of a new year—a welcomed feeling for some, detested by others. It was early morning, perhaps too early for some, though late for others—time is just a matter of perspective. However, for someone like Miranda, a person who does not need to rise in the morning for anything or anyone, eight a.m. can be on the early side of things. Gazing out of a massive window in her suite at the hotel plaza Athenee, in New York, the stillness of winter finally caught up with her, which was the most tranquil moment of her entire year. However, Miranda’s personal assistant, Emma, soon interrupted the much needed moment of inner peace, as it was her job. Miranda did not mind, as it was time to return to reality anyway. The sound of all the people buzzing around in the suite gradually returned, as if they had been muffled out by a filter—the filter of winter.
“Mr. McCormick is ready for you Miranda,” said Emma.
“He is the one from…?”
“Yes, of course,” said Miranda, and smirked at her own embarrassment.
Emma escorted Miranda out of the bedroom of the suit into the main living room, where all the appropriate equipment and preparations for an exclusive interview had been set up by personnel from Time magazine. Everyone seemed stressed out of their minds and when they realized that they were in the presence of Miranda, they almost excused themselves for existing. Miranda usually appreciated humility, but sometimes it came dangerously close to idolization, which she did not relish. But, on the other hand, how could she blame them? Considering her condition, Miranda was like a goddess to some people.
Miranda seated herself in front of a Mr. McCormick, whom was to conduct the exclusive. He appeared to be a man of great manners, as he presented himself and shook Miranda’s hand with a firm grip. He did not blush or drive his humility to excess, which was nice, though expected from someone who had spent a lifetime in the presence of royalties and famous individuals.
“Hello Miranda, my name is James McCormick, pleasure to make your acquaintance,” said James, the interviewer.
“Charmed I’m sure,” replied Miranda.
“Shall we begin?” said James, asking one of the technicians.
“Yes, we’re all set,” said one of the Time magazine personnel.
“Alright, so, thank you again for seeing us, Miranda,” said James.
“My pleasure,” replied Miranda.
“As we all know, the debate panel centering on the issues of the Henderson-Smith Act is due in a few days, and there has been a lot of talk, in media, about the offers that has been presented to you and people like you by organizations and governments all around the world. How do you feel about these developments?”
Miranda sat in silence and reflection for a few seconds before speaking her mind, ever so careful about her wording. “I try not to feel much about anything, as I’d like to think of myself as a neutral party, even though I can get a bit biased at times, as we all do. I think that a lot of people forget that I’m still just a person, who eat regular food and make regular mistakes.”
“Is that neutrality an artifact of the Henderson-Smith Act?”
“It might be, but then again, it might not be. I suppose that I’ve seen the kind of responsibility that my condition entails, and that strong beliefs, which cater specific views of the world is a commodity of which I do not have the pleasure of enjoying.”
“Sources suggest that the coming days will be the deciding factor and the precursor to a major war, perhaps one suitable for the definition of Third World War. They suggest that no matter what you do, war will erupt somewhere on the planet. What are your thoughts on this?”
“I think people are too focused on what I, or we, say and do. If there is a Third World War, a nuclear war, there isn’t much we can do to prevent it. We can certainly sway a war of that magnitude in any given direction, but we can’t stop it or prevent every nuclear warhead from detonating. I’m not sure if this is the answer you were looking for…”
“That’s perfectly fine. Let’s move on.” “Certain media speculate that you are the ‘leader’ of your kind in the United States. Do you see yourself as the leader?”
Miranda chuckled. “No, absolutely not. However, I suppose I have a certain way with the others. I frequently speak with them, I try to see them as often as I’m able to, and I’m quite concerned with their well-being. I’m the most uninteresting person in the whole world, which gives me the opportunity to be a neutral voice of reason, as the others are quite colorful characters, so to speak. So, no, I’m not a leader of anything.”
“Alright, that’s quite lovely indeed! There seems to be some confusion about what your kind can do, your abilities, as there is not much to be found in public records or interviews, and I was hoping to clear a few things up with you, if that is alright?”
“Sure,” said Miranda.
“Can you die?”
“I hope so, but for now, it seems as if there isn’t much that can make that happen.”
“Could you specify?”
“Well, I know Dan has walked on the surface of Mars without a spacesuit, so, that should tell you a few things. Adrian was shot by a rocket launcher, I think, without a scratch. And, I think Theo was stabbed once, but the knife was destroyed instead of him.”
“That’s quite amazing,” said James.
“Can you shoot laser beams out of your eyes, like Superman?”
“What is that like?”
“It is as if you are being blinded by a flashlight, you can see shapes and whatnot surrounding the light, but you’re not really sure of where you are actually looking.”
“How often do you use your abilities?”
“Not very often, I mean, I can fly, but I use public transportation just as everyone else, instead.”
“So, this Superhero thing is not what everyone expected it would be, if it actually happened?”
Miranda chuckled again. “No, I suppose not.”
The interview continued for about an hour before closing. Miranda enjoyed the stillness of it and the personal connection that she and the interviewer was able to make, which rarely happened otherwise. Twenty minutes later, the suite was empty again, as Miranda’s entourage had returned to their rooms on the same floor. Whenever someone like her visited a hotel, an entire floor was rented, which was also the case this time. However, Emma was always around, as it was her job.
“Emma?” said Miranda.
“Have the others arrived yet?”
“Yes, I believe they are all here, they should be.”
“Where are they?”
“Dan is on the top floor, then it is us, Ariel is just below us, then it is Theo, Adrian is below him, and I believe Darius is here as well.”
“…and, the rest?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Alright, I’m going to have a look around then and see how they are doing.”
“Remember the fundraiser tonight, you have to attend."
“I won’t forget,” said Miranda and exited the suite.
Dan’s floor of the hotel was abuzz with life and movement. This was a man who seemed to bring his work with him wherever he went, and his superior condition was quite secondary to his true passion—if anyone ever finds the cure for cancer, it will be Dan. Miranda usually felt intimidated by his intelligence, which was only natural, as she had never been smart or educationally gifted in any fashion. However, the feeling must be mutual, as Dan is self-admittedly not a social genius, and Miranda has saved his life on numerous occasions during social events and red carpet endeavors, whenever Dan has been forced to attend.
Miranda strolled off the elevator to see myriads of personnel run about. One of them stopped as he recognized who she was.
“Miranda, can I help you with something?” said the man.
“Yes, is Dan around here somewhere?”
“He is. I’ll see if he is available.”
The man disappeared into one of the rooms on the floor, while Miranda waited in the hallway. Inside, the man approached Dan and said that “Miranda is here, she is out in the hallway.”
After the chat with Dan, Miranda proceeded to visit Ariel, whom was staying two floors below. She was arguably the most famous of them all, considering her status before they became transcendent. Just like Dan’s floor, Ariel’s floor was buzzing with life, though the life of people in the world of fashion. Every designer, magazine, and brand was at Ariel’s feet with endorsements, commercials, and whatever have you else. She was an absolute mega-star in the world of media and trends.
Unlike the observant people on Dan’s floor, the ones on Ariel’s floor did not notice Miranda, as they were too busy with their tasks, whatever they might have been. Miranda casually peered into every room and listened until she found Ariel, recognizing her voice. Knocking gently on the door that was wide open, Miranda gently waved her hand at Ariel to catch her attention.
Continuing her roundabouts, Miranda saw to pay the soldiers a visit as well. One of them was Theo, whom with Adrian comprised the idealized military men of America, the Army of Two. These men could easily destroy the entire world, if they so desired, with their training. Despite their personal beliefs, America saw them as symbols for the greatest country in the world—especially Theo, considering his patriotism. Theo is the only one of the group that is actively worshiped by religious people, as a saint, due to his affection for Christianity and conservatism. Certain radicals have even ventured as far as to say that he is the second coming, though such theories are preposterous and to be considered pure zealotry.
Unlike the previous floors, Theo’s was silent and peaceful. It still had people working in its rooms, left and right, but these were people of faith and self-control. Miranda saw herself inside and found Theo shortly thereafter.
“It’s nice and quiet here,” said Miranda.
The other part of the military boys was Adrian, the Devil Dog as they called him—the only one to already have a superhero name. If Theo’s floor was quiet, Adrian’s was a tomb. Most of the rooms were empty, and the rooms that did have someone in them only had the one person, managing whatever there was to manage in regards to Adrian. Considering the way he is, Miranda has had some troubles to connect with him, though much less of a problem than everyone else, that’s for sure.
Miranda finally found him, alone, in one of the suites. It was quite a miracle that he had even shown up, though not surprising, as Miranda had asked him herself.
“Adrian…” said Miranda, but the man did not react, as usual. She seated herself on a chair near him, paying close attention to whatever it was that he was doing. “How are you feeling?” she inquired, though no answer presented itself. Miranda smiled as she thought about her family all of a sudden. “So, I was thinking about arranging a nice vacation for my parents, as a Christmas gift. And, I thought of buying my sister a new car, as she and her husband just had another baby. However, I don’t know what to get for my youngest brother. He is enlisting by the way… so, I thought, perhaps you have some idea of what to get him, which will keep him safe over there?”
Later that morning, Miranda reached Darius’ floor, or the room that he was staying in. It was quite a surprise that they had invited him to this event to begin with, considering how long he had worked for the N.Y.P.D. as a transcendent, though unknown to his superiors. Miranda remembered the whole scandal, and that the federal court and general attorney indicted him. However, Darius walked away, as the charges were ultimately dropped. There was plenty to choose from in Darius’ room: whiskey, scotch, vodka, Heineken, almost anything any man could ever need or want within his grasp. But, despite his drinking, he never lost his touch with the ladies—always a gentleman, like in the movies of old.
“It’s a good thing that you decided to come, despite the obvious,” said Miranda.
Example Summary of this Post
Miranda has an interview with a man from Time magazine early in the morning. Later, she visits most of the characters at the hotel, individually.
- All the characters are in New York, at the same hotel, for a debate panel regarding the Henderson-Smith Act expiration in 2 days time.
- Remember to summarize each others' posts, however, you do not have to summarize this post.
- All of the individual encounters in this first post happen chronologically, so there are potentially several timelines during this morning to roleplay in. Additionally, what I have written is just my interpretation of your characters. Feel free to change any and all details when you respond to these interactions.
- I advice you to make a proper introductory post before responding to the individual interactions!