16-01-2004, 16:22
Image warning - this picture is rather large, and by large I mean wallpaper sized
http://www.surrealplaces.com/cities/metropolis.jpg
1925, in an alternate time-line --
Detective Pete Rose rolled himself a cigarette as he watched the scratchy black and white picture flicker across the small screen of his Underwood typeviewer. As if trying to imitate the picture, the speakers were just as scratchy, barely readable. This whole newfangled typeviewer that Underwood had just come out with still had a few bugs, and most of them had to do with the way they transmitted, not recieved.
But it was better than nothing. Rose let the lazy curls and loops of the cigarette smoke waft up and get beat into nothingness by the slowly turning fan on the ceiling. In the background there was a quiet clicking of the rotary modem dialing and sending information.
City Boss Giovanni and Mayor Thomson were commemorating the opening of their latest new white elephant - a nine hundred storey tall monster of glass and steel, an Art Deco finger rising from the dense clusters of giant skyscrapers that made up the Metropolis of New York, as if flicking the birdie to God. They called it a 'world trade centre', but it was just another construction graft. That night, the two smiling figures on the flickering screen would probably go off to some corporate megatower and have a ball with the other corrupt members of the Giovanni Circle, rolling in ill-begotten kickbacks.
Then, all of a sudden there were gunshots and Giovanni fell bleeding from his forehead. And Rose's candlestick phone began ringing.
"Pete Rose, whaddya want?"
"Hey, it's me, Mickey," said an italian voice on the other end, "You just see what happened?"
"Yeah."
"They're offering a hundred thousand smackers for whoever gets them some info on the murder. I was just gonna head down to Times Square and..."
"Like old times, Mickey?"
"You in?"
Rose took a long draw of the cigarette and exhaled. "Yeah, sure."
He ground the cigarette butt into the ashtray and grabbed his trenchcoat. Time to get to work.
NEW YORK, January 16, 1925 - A furor has broken out today over the sudden and brutal murder of City Boss Sonny Giovanni ...
We are offering the sum of $100,000 to anyone with information pertaining or leading to the arrest of the murder(s) responsible for the death of Boss Giovanni.
OOC: Here's the deal. There's been a murder in Metropolis, and a major investigation is underway. Feel free to jump in.
http://www.surrealplaces.com/cities/metropolis.jpg
1925, in an alternate time-line --
Detective Pete Rose rolled himself a cigarette as he watched the scratchy black and white picture flicker across the small screen of his Underwood typeviewer. As if trying to imitate the picture, the speakers were just as scratchy, barely readable. This whole newfangled typeviewer that Underwood had just come out with still had a few bugs, and most of them had to do with the way they transmitted, not recieved.
But it was better than nothing. Rose let the lazy curls and loops of the cigarette smoke waft up and get beat into nothingness by the slowly turning fan on the ceiling. In the background there was a quiet clicking of the rotary modem dialing and sending information.
City Boss Giovanni and Mayor Thomson were commemorating the opening of their latest new white elephant - a nine hundred storey tall monster of glass and steel, an Art Deco finger rising from the dense clusters of giant skyscrapers that made up the Metropolis of New York, as if flicking the birdie to God. They called it a 'world trade centre', but it was just another construction graft. That night, the two smiling figures on the flickering screen would probably go off to some corporate megatower and have a ball with the other corrupt members of the Giovanni Circle, rolling in ill-begotten kickbacks.
Then, all of a sudden there were gunshots and Giovanni fell bleeding from his forehead. And Rose's candlestick phone began ringing.
"Pete Rose, whaddya want?"
"Hey, it's me, Mickey," said an italian voice on the other end, "You just see what happened?"
"Yeah."
"They're offering a hundred thousand smackers for whoever gets them some info on the murder. I was just gonna head down to Times Square and..."
"Like old times, Mickey?"
"You in?"
Rose took a long draw of the cigarette and exhaled. "Yeah, sure."
He ground the cigarette butt into the ashtray and grabbed his trenchcoat. Time to get to work.
NEW YORK, January 16, 1925 - A furor has broken out today over the sudden and brutal murder of City Boss Sonny Giovanni ...
We are offering the sum of $100,000 to anyone with information pertaining or leading to the arrest of the murder(s) responsible for the death of Boss Giovanni.
OOC: Here's the deal. There's been a murder in Metropolis, and a major investigation is underway. Feel free to jump in.