Who: Broadway and Malcolm Plana (NPC) and OPEN What: Gay Marriage Rally in midtown When: Sunday afternoon Where: 46th and 6th Warnings: None
"So you're really not green any more."
"Nope, really not green any more."
"And you're really going to host the Tonys?"
"Yep, I'm really going to host the Tonys."
"And you're really telling me that I get to go to the Tonys."
"Yep, I'm really telling you that you get to go to the Tonys."
"Oh my God. We --okay, you-- have the best life ever."
"I know, right?" Oscar grinned broadly, catching sight of himself in the window of a passing cab. His skin was still far more pale than he would have liked, but he certainly wasn't going to complain. Maybe, if he could convince himself to go outside again after this, the sun would help him along back to a healthier looking complexion. Anything was healthier than green, but a tan would have been nice.
The problem was, that despite the grin and the pleasure of being outside again, it was still overwhelming. He was a New God whose home truely was New York City. Certainly he'd spent his fair share of time out in Hollywood, but New York, Broadway was his home and his people and temples were everywhere here. He could feel them rushing through him and that, atop of the buildings, the pavement pounding New Yorkers, the cabs, the busses, and the subway roaring underneath his feet, was proving to be more than he could handle. Possibly, his first trip out shouldn't have been to a giant crowd of his worshippers where emotions were running high, centered right in the heart of midtown, but he'd wanted to go to the rally and he'd promised Malcolm.
Still, Oscar found himself stopping as he listened to Malcolm go on. "...I can wear my Prada suit, right? Oscar? Hey, are you okay?"
Squinting slightly, Oscar nodded once before changing his mind and shaking his head. "I haven't been out in years, and it's just... weird."
"Are you going all vampire and allergic to sunlight on us? Or is this some weird gods thing?" the fifteen year old canted his head before gesturing to a semi empty bench. "Do you need to sit down? I want to grab some water anyway."
The bench looked like a good idea. It was away from the crowds and while he would still feel his people, it would likely feel much less smothering. "Get me one?" Oscar asked, pulling out a bill from his pocket and handing it to Malcolm. "I'm going to have a seat."
The two friends dashed off in different directions. Malcolm in search of a street vendor, and Oscar towards a seat to get out of the crowds. He knew he needed to get this under control. If he couldn't hand being surrounded by a crowd of his supporters this size, how on earth was he going to handle the Tonys?