Hey, Woah, America {Open}

[scottpilgrim]

You know, Scott heard a lot of stories about America. Living up north with little to no money meant that the stories would have to do, because a trip to the country would have cost him too many CANADIAN DOLLARS. However, thanks to Ramona and her subspace shenanigans or whatever actually happens or something, he was here. He didn't know, but he was here. This is where the door lead him. Mr. Pilgrim was unfamiliar with this place, though. It was definitely not Toronto, that's for sure, and it was much warmer than it. He felt like he was wearing too much with his large blue parka and baggy pants and ugh, where the hell was he? He kind of just stood there, captured by all of the lights and the sounds, holding Ramona's hand like a doofus.

"...wooooooaahh..."

"Are you okay?"

Scott stared up at a large sign - a sign for...well he didn't know but it didn't matter and stuff. It was all so large and slightly scary, quite a change from his quiet city back home. Well, uh, this was home now he supposed. There was nothing left for them back in Canada, but he suspected that they weren't going to be able to go back anyway. Not that he wanted to though.

"Huh? Oh uh...yeah. I'm juuust dandy."

They began to walk down the street, apparently headed in no true direction other than to walk. Where were they going to stay? What were they going to do? Scott needs a new job now, an...American job. America. It just sounded vast and grand, and it kind of was - and he had only seen this city! And not even a whole lot of it! He was distracted by EVERYTHING - looking at street signs, vendors, stores, etc. Ramona just smiled at him and kept walking, half-wondering what was going on inside his head.

Not much was going on inside of his head though, to be honest. He was beginning to develop the need to urinate and his stomach was beginning to growl...does America have Coffee stores? Or is that a Canadian thing? He really had no idea. Not anymore, at least. ...Oh crap, he just remembered, he didn't have any American money! He had lots of Canadian coins though. Defeating bosses was quite rewarding. Didn't pay the bills but it was a decent amount...for most of them at least.

"Lets see if there's anything here that we could occupy ourselves with..."

"...I'm occupied with looking at everything. Is this really America?"

She replied with a giggle, although a giggle is not what Scott needed right now. WELL AMERICA, were you ready for this amazingly bad-ass Canadian?! ...Yeah, lets just leave it at that.

[irene]

Well, well...it was good to be back in America. Even if it had significantly changed from the America Irene had once known, which was to be expected - she'd long since figured out how to blend into this strange new time. Today, for instance, she'd forgone some of her Victorian wear for a more casual choice that would attract far less attention: a classy yet casual black wrap dress, her hair let down and her face partially shaded by the matching black sunhat and shades she wore. Nothing particularly suspicious about her, not on the streets of New York - and...how had a woman from the 1800s managed to acquire such high-end attire? Well, she certainly hadn't stolen the money for it - that would've been just completely ridiculous.

Except for the fact that Irene Adler was a world-class thief. One that had been very quick to get the jist of modern-day security systems. ..And yet, one who still enjoyed reverting to some good old-fashioned tactics such as pick-pocketing every now and again..

New York City's civilians, she'd come to realize, were far too easy victims for this. They were so caught up in their own lives, so busy, in so much of a hurry to get where they were going, that they hardly ever even paused to realize what was going on around them. And if one of them did get suspicious every now and again, all she really had to do was bat her eyelashes at 'em - after all, Irene didn't exactly look like everyone's stereotypical idea of a criminal.

It was what she was doing now - scanning the streets, looking for someone who seemed particularly unsuspecting so she could have a bit of fun. Yet today, no one really seemed to be catching her eye. The crowd was beginning to blur together, and as Irene leaned disinterestedly against a building wall, supposedly 'waiting for the bus', she found herself growing a bit...restless. That was, until a particularly interesting couple wandered past her a few moments later. What immediately drew her attention was the snippet of conversation she picked up - something the man had said. 'Is this really America?' ...Well...what a funny thing to come out of a tourist's mouth. Sharply, she snapped her gaze over onto the pair who were now walking away from her. They looked rather...lost, or at least aimless, she noted now that she was paying closer attention to them.

Perhaps she'd find a bit of fun today after all.

Slipping up easily enough behind them, Irene cleared her throat a little. "Lost?" she inquired innocently enough, her tone light and friendly. It was too bad she was wearing sunglasses - otherwise they might've managed to catch the mischevious glint in her eyes.

[scottpilgrim]

Scott didn't plan on running into anyone else in the city who would bother to talk to him - at least not this early - and was a little startled when Irene spoke up from behind him and Ramona. He didn't even know she was a thief, but even if he did, what was he to be afraid of? Her stealing his pocket lint and barely enough change to ride the bus? Hell, he didn't actually have anything on him besides a ten-Canadian-dollar bill. And a few pieces of candy, or...he thought it was candy. He really should clean his pockets. Nevertheless, in unison, the two turned their heads over their shoulders to look at Irene.

"Lost? Well uh...I guess."

"..."

They stopped walking and turned entirely around to their black-clad company, unexpected but welcomed all the same. Wow...this was one dapper gal. If gals could even be dapper. But who knows - and if anyone did, it sure as hell was not Scott Pilgrim. Although she did seem rather...suspicious. Ramona, having more wits about her than Scott would ever have in his life, was cautious about Irene. But it wasn't something out of the ordinary for her, she was usually uneasy about new people.

"Hello, miss. We uh...yeah. We're lost."

"We are?"

"What do you think?"

It seemed to take a moment to sink into Scott. As if there was anything hard to understand about it, but hey. At least he understood it.