You stand in the middle of a large room, surrounded by astonishingly pretty girls of all descriptions. As you wander, waiting for the meeting to begin, you see girls with raven-colored hair and silver eyes, ones with golden curls and eyes, and ones with auburn braids and amethyst eyes that change shades in the light. Running a hand through your own hair, you wonder if you made the right decision for this mission; this time you chose spunky, fiery red locks and sparkling emerald eyes. You can't help wondering if you should have gone with ocean blue eyes again, though. They worked so well on your last mission.
"Girls!" A lilting voice cuts through the chatter and draws your attention toward one corner of the room. "It's that time."
Excited murmurs travel through the room at this announcement, until the woman who spoke claps her hands for silence. She's easily the most beautiful woman in the room, with flowing golden-red hair, a perfect hour-glass figure, and eyes that run through the spectrum of colors. Mary is renowned for having seduced the most famous and handsome men in canon across the universe.
"This is a very exciting assignment for all of us: A canon full of gorgeous young men. And almost no women!" You cheer wildly, with the rest of the group. The boys will never stand a chance against you. "Now, I won't bore you with historical facts about this time era; you've all read the mission report and know the important details about the boys. Just keep in mind that Sarah appears to be your biggest opponent in this world. Watch out for her."
You scoff. You know that there's no way mild-mannered, sweet Sarah can stand a chance against your strong-willed, liberated woman persona. Not to mention your stunning good looks.
"What is our mission?" Mary shouts.
You chime in with the well-known chant. "To undermine canon! To seduce the male characters!"
"What are we?"
"Perfect!"
Mary's eyes sparkle with happy, crystal tears. "You're ready to go, girls." Suddenly, a trans-dimensional portal opens next to her. You line up, waiting impatiently for your turn to enter a world full of newsboys. After an eternity, it seems, you're standing in front of the shimmering silver surface of the portal. As you step through, you hear the words "Good luck, Caitlyn!"
When you can see again, you find yourself on the gently rocking deck of a ship. Oh, you think, I must be in an immigrant scenario. You're pleased with this; as a new-comer to the group you're trying to seduce, you'll have more room to change your guise than if you had arrived in an established character scenario. And, you notice, the ship is close to the shore of...New Yawk, you believe it is called. This is even better news. Even your Natural Beauty and Spirited Attitude aren't enough to hold off the effects of a prolonged sea voyage. Ignoring the stench of packed, unwashed bodies and the coarse talk of sailors and passengers alike, you begin thinking about important things, like which country you should be from.
Several long hours later, which you passed by reviewing seduction techniques, you step daintily off the ship and onto the docks of New Yawk. You do your best to look lost and forlorn. Luckily, you have excellent acting skills.
Soon enough, you sense someone behind you. You whirl around, to see a scrawny, dirty boy snatching his hand back. You make a face; he's not one of the ones you're here for, but he'll do. Quickly reviewing your language training, you smile.
"Hey dere," you say. The boy looks at you nervously. You try again. "C'n ya help me? I'se don' gotta place ta stay." Now the boy looks confused. You begin to wonder if he's a bit stupid. "I'se jus' got offa da ship," you explain, slowly. "I'se needs a place ta sleep. A lodgin' house."
The boy's eyes light up in recognition. "Oh, a lodging house. Sure. I can show you the girls' place in Queens--"
You shake your head impatiently. "Not Queens," you interrupt. "Manhattan or Brooklyn."
"But that ain't my territory. I can't just go waltzing through there." You see him sneak a glance at your purse, licking his chapped lips. You wonder if he's going to expect a tip. "Unless," he says abruptly, "I've got a good reason. I'm sure Cowboy or Conlon'll understand for a pretty thing like you." This makes you smile. Finally, things are going the way they should. "So, which place will it be? Manhattan or Brooklyn?"
It's a tough decision. You pause, weighing what you know about each place, before answering.
"Manhattan sounds good." Go to chapter two.
"Bring me ta Brooklyn." Go to chapter three.
Revenge by Shimmerwings