[ Apocalyptic dreams are nothing unusual, but this one takes the cake for being the calmest. Oh sure, there's overwhelming, ever-encroaching darkness, dark waters threatening to envelop everything, and the feeling of being Watched. He knows it's a dream because -- how many of the people he'd been with are still around? How many of them -- He looks back to dark eyes, and it feels a little more like the dreams he's had in the past -- minus the almost-expected copies of himself echoing a promise of destruction, maybe quoting the Beatles -- it's so silent.

It's still silent when he stirs. Oddly so. Too quiet. Oh, there's the shifting of plants (or is that him within the plants) around him, but there's... nothing. No clatter or hum, no frequencies of singing elevators or toilets yammering on and on about water levels. It's Dead Quiet. It is then that he notices it, the small (node-like, in fact) crystal is barely visible in his half-awake panic, but as soon as he catches it, everything starts falling apart. Fitting, really, that plants are withering, he supposes -- but why is it so quiet? -- before he has to try and fight his way out. His hand hits air, and there's a grunt of relief, but it's short-lived because... well. Look, he's not exactly an active superhero these days, and it's hard to pull oneself out of the ground. In fact, whoever is nearby will be treated to a strong of grumbles, in a thick Brooklyn-accent -- ]

Night of the Living Dead -- bullshit -- who the fuck thought they could knock me out and bury me alive? -- What the shit eating -- [ Look, it's just a string of expletives that continue on, and on, and on. It gets... imaginative after a while, as he slowly tries to hoist himself out. Complaining about it isn't exactly helping. ]

[ Like a fly to honey, really.

He can't help himself. Yes, yes, alternate universe. Yes, the world was destroyed. There's a whole crisis on fucking destroyed earths going on, but if Mitchell Hundred could be counted on one thing? It was that he was absolutely going to somehow stumble on something political happening, and be immediately drawn in. Maybe it's because his mother was into that hippie-dippie protesting shit and a civics teacher to boot -- or maybe it was the whole Vice President of the United States bit. Could be either. Equal weight, whatever.

If you catch him at an event for Desmond, he looks keenly, distinctly interested. Okay, first of all, fox guy? Kind of giving him the heebie jeebies. He hasn't harmonized yet thank fucking god or else he probably couldn't get within a mile of this guy without setting off something from him. Second of all, he's practically a Civil Engineer, and the energy of "i know how this guy thinks" is practically radiating off of him. He'll even be caught saying to someone if they look like they want to strike up a conversation: ] You know? I kinda like this guy. Animal... features aside, he kind of reminds me of me. Well, the me around a decade ago.

[ Though, if he's caught at a Voreen event, he'll probably be a little less... charmed. Maybe it's the fact that he's a businessman, and everyone (Mitchell) knows that former businessmen politicians are a stupid idea. Even stupider than former-superhero politicians. Anyway. There's still an undercurrent of curiosity about this whole thing, and before he even starts talking about the best place on earth, or his world, he hasto ask: ] So uh, is the current guy leaving office soon, or... Why haven't we heard from him?

[ Oddly, the guy seems to hang primarily around in Springstar. There can't possibly be a reason for this, right? Mitchell is slowly starting to explore a little more than the Seat of the Tribune, spreading out into the city itself, but he's a very predictable guy. Easily distracted isn't the word, but instead, it's like... hyperfocus. Even in a crowded street, there's an intensity to him when he looks at a building, head tipped as if he's trying to puzzle out the construction -- or what's needed to repair it -- or he finds himself in libraries, pouring over books. He can even be heard muttering: 'better get this out of the way before I can't fuckin' think straight again' in one of the libraries or bookstores.

Though what he really found interesting was the... tunnels. He's explicitly powerless, has none of his old gadgets or any machines he can just tell to blow, and he can't tell any weapons to jam, but --

He's still curious, as he stands somewhere at a small street vendor, sipping at some tropical-looking smoothie, as he looked out over at a sewer tunnel that he'd just seen someone recently slip into. Idk, some random rat-like lookin' guy. ]

The fuck are people going into the tunnels for? It can't be drugs, I saw someone high like 2 blocks down just having the time of his life.

[ He has not heard about Kowloon yet. ]