safety first

[maskormods]

TEST DRIVE MEME

Considering apping into MASK OR MENACE? Want to dip your toes into the setting and get a feel of whether your character will fit into it? Or maybe you're just cruising and want to play around? Then you've come to the right place!

Pick any of the following scenarios below or feel free to make up your own, but don't be afraid to throw yourself at someone else's thread, either!

And remember to have fun!

01. Your memory might be a haze still and you might even feel frustrated or anxious by the sudden news that you are no longer in your own world and that the Porter scientists and military cannot send you back. You don't get a chance to linger long in the underground Porter lab, but something is clearly amiss; light patches on the floor indicate something else used to sit in that spot in the room. Parts of the wall, floor and the tables look as if they have been refurbished in the past few months -- something happened in here some time ago. Something big.

You're ushered out quickly and then suddenly, you're enveloped in a faint blue blue light before you find yourself under the bright Floridian sun. Another soldier steps toward you with a smile, directing your attention to a car near a large gate. She mentions she'll be debriefing you soon, handing out a brown folder and a pamphlet. You don't see the digital tattoo on your wrist, but it's quickly explained on your way over to the car as you realize there are other confused faces nearby, all holding files of their own.

02. The city of Heropa is what one might expect from a small, bright and cheery place. The locals are friendly enough and local shop owners might offer a free drink to help cool you down in this awfully nauseating heat. Some of the locals might thank you for always lending your service to the nation and others might not say anything. In fact, some people might back away from any imPort who quite obviously looks like they aren't from around the neighborhood. Once in a while there's a look of disdain on someone's face and hushed voices. Something about "the outbreak" and "the government's gotta crack down on their medical files". "Some of them can't be right in the head" says another.

03. De Chima, Virginia, is a large city with a healthy economy, and though it's quieter, there are just as many citizens awed at your presence. Heavy winds have people grasping at their newspapers and constantly brushing hair out of their faces, but that doesn't distract them from crowding you in excitement if you're obviously from a different time or world, or just let it slip that you're a newcomer. Children and young teenagers are especially likely to ask for an autograph and a photo.

Some locals seem less enthused to see you. They never make an approach, but they can be overheard scoffing and muttering something about cameras. "Who do they think they are?" or "I don't like it... it reminds me of the government corruption back in the eighties." What could they be talking about?

04. Maurtia Falls, Pennsylvania, is normally known for being a little more on the apathetic side, but there's been tension in the atmosphere lately. Nobody will outright state what it is that's rustled their jimmies, though you might find a newsstand with articles on recent and aggressive vigilante behavior within the city. "ImPorts: loyal to the cause of their own?" reads one newspaper article.

People are not as friendly in this city and go out of their way to avoid walking down the same sidewalk as the more obvious looking imPorts pass through. Local cops say nothing, but they scowl at those imPorts and utter something about "no badges" and "acting like authority figures".

05. Nonah, North Carolina, is the liveliest of all cities. It's loud, busy and there's some kind of energy in the air that gets everyone buzzing with excitement. Anyone who they come to determine an imPort is bombarded with all sorts of offers; job offers, advertising gigs, spokesperson for advocating children stay in school, etc. Anything and everything! You name it. Shops offer discounts for food and clothing, whatever they need. People flock in droves with questions, but they all say the same thing. Thank you for your service to this country, Hero. You saved a lot of lives. Wow, feels great to be a hero, doesn't it?

Comments

miranda lawson ( mass effect )

[ancillary]

01.

Thank you, but that won't be necessary.

[ With impunity, a woman in a black and white catsuit slipped the pamphlet inside the manilla folder without so much as a cursory glance. The soldier bore the brunt of the other woman's indifference ice chilled even in the heat of Florida in July. ]

You'll find that my registration status is unchanged. Tell your superiors if my prencese is really such an upset they can direct themselves to the Future Foundation.

[ Heels clacked on the hard concrete as she moved over the driver's side window. Rapping her knuckles on the glass; the window rolled down. Black hair spilling over her shoulder, she said something to the driver which earned her their spare pair of sunglasses. ]

Bother with the newcomers who actually need your help.

[ Miranda adjusted her newly acquired sunglasses and slipping her folder under her arms, started walking off towards the crowd. ]

[stealwithit]

[ Funny, it's almost as though Kasumi recognizes Miranda by her familiar stride, the sound of her heels clacking against the ground in the same rhythm and power as they did on the Normandy's floors. Kasumi had been here to see the newcomers, wondering who'd show this time; she's pleasantly surprised to see Miranda, and looks on in amusement at a distance, as Miranda power-plays her way out with all the finesse and grace that the thief would expect. Although she won't make her presence known until after Miranda's walked past the thief who is, of course, cloaked in the shadows of an alley. ]

Wow, those sunglasses look much better on you than on those other guys.

Baymax - Marvel 616

[dadroid]

03. or 04.
With a sweep of his sensors, Baymax could pick up signals from all kinds of wireless devices -- more than he was used to. He could also pick up on that network that was talked about, but it would take some time to properly calibrate his systems to communicate directly with it. For now, he could just use the hand-held communicator.

For all the signals he could sense, though, there wasn't a blip of activity from Hiro's cyberglasses.

Expression stoic as always, Baymax made his way down the street in human guise -- a giant of a man, well over six feet. Whether the locals could tell he was an ImPort or not was inconsequential -- he was a frightening, imposing figure, and parted the crowds with his sheer presence.

Hopefully, if Hiro was nearby, the boy would spot him easily.

( orrrr come up with your own :D )

[microbrobotics]

[ Hiro is here - and does spot him, though not with the recognition he might hope. Certainly there are minor differences between the two. No glasses, Different scars, slight variations in height and figure... But there's something irrevocably similar too, isn't there? They could be fraternal twins. ]

Hello? ... Are you lost?

Clover - Totally Spies

[materialgirl]

My -- my services? Oh, uh, surely you mean bestowing my glamorous presence and sense of style upon you because I can't possibly think of what else you might be --

[ Clover's frantic when she speaks. Thank you for your service, the clerk had called, and she'd panicked -- before remembering this wasn't the world she grew up in. ]

Oh... right. Duh. We're not, like... doing the secret identity thing here anymore, are we? Total brain fart there. Sorry.

[ She says it more to herself than anyone else, but it's loud enough for passer-bys to hear. ]

[hands4healing]

[Winry overheard her and hesitates, then turns toward the young woman.]

It kind of depends? Some people do have secret identities.

Baman | Baman Piderman

[imdabaman]

1

[That man (?) with the bat-ish thing on his chest seems completely overwhelmed by everything.]

Wha.... Whad is dat?! [His arm loops into a literal knot trying to point at the gate.] And dat?! [This time pointing at a car.] And daaaaaaat! [Both rubber arms end up in a bundle of complicated knots, finally forming a general gesture toward the sun.]

Whad is dis place...

4

[Its hard to exactly describe how Baman walked. It was sort of like failing to fly. Flying' all about tripping and then missing the ground. For him, it's as if his feet missed the chance to miss the ground and his knees decided to walk for him. And then his knees missed the ground, so his stomach took over. And so he rolled/walked across the road with his entire body, contorting and twisting any which way to maneuver properly.

He's kind of weirded out by all the ugly looking people in this weirdo land of weirdies. But he tries to remain polite.]

N-no, I hab a job. I'm da music critic. You seen Piderman? I'm looking fer Piderman.

2

[After one too many strangers, Baman decides to roll onward to some other place. This whole world is befuddling, but nothing quite like beaches. When he reaches the sand, he spins out of control and falls flat on his face.]

Uhhhhhh.

[He spends a few minutes lying there, before eventually fiddling with da sand. He seems pretty perplexed by it, not to mention the ocean.]

It's soft.... But da ground isn't soft....

[shutterbugged]

Sorry, did you just -- you're looking for me?

[ Spidey isn't normally this slow off the (re)mark, but what... is going on... ]

Elle Mel Marta - Tales of Xillia 2

[elleacious]

01. Military Base/Arrival

[There's a little girl, barely eight years old, clutching her files to her chest and staring at the soldiers milling about very distrustfully. She seems afraid (but in an effort to be tough, unwilling to admit she's afraid), stepping to the side to avoid being bumped into by other confused imPorts until she's got her back against the wall. She reaches for a gold pocketwatch hanging around her neck and clutches it.

Gotta go find Ludger.

Steeling herself, Elle presses the folders she was handed against her chest and reaches for the first person who doesn't look like a soldier to grab a sleeve or jacket hem or something.]

H-hey! [Oh shit she's got their attention. She shrinks back a little, but pushes bravely onward!] Um. D'you know where- Can you help me find somebody?


02. Heropa, FL

[Elle, luckily, fits right in with the surrounding people. Her sleeves hide her tattoo until she rolls them up, but a little girl doesn't seem particularly dangerous so she manages to avoid the worst of the disdain as she walks along the boardwalk, stomach growling.

A vendor offers her a drink and she sets the folders she was given down on the ground to reach up and take it, only for a wind to pick up the papers and scatter them.]

Ah-! No! [She starts to chase them down, but isn't fast enough to catch everything.] Get back here!


05. Nonah, NC

Really, you think so? [Elle grins, fists on her hips as the well-dressed man insists yes, of course, she'd be an excellent model for girl's clothes.] I mean, I am pretty cute. But I don't wanna do all that posing stuff, unless I can do poses like- Hyah! [An obvious ranger pose from some kid's show.] Or like this, or this! [Some more cutesy poses, and then another one with her punching an invisible bad guy. Lots of punching and kicking poses.] Sunscreen Rangers, to the rescue! [The guy nods along, looking around for where her parents probably are. Maybe he looks just a touch shady, though really he's just very new and very stupid.]

1.

[localareanetto]

[Fortunately, that first person is a child like her, albeit slightly older, but still a child. Should be easier to talk to, right?

Said child is currently stuffing his face with a hotdog. And he's trying to answer her question with the food still in his mouth.]

Hm? Fuu ar noo loofun for?

[Not even the least bit intelligible.]

mami tomoe ( puella magi madoka magica )

[wovens]

03. or 05.

Thank you...oh, thank you.

[ Mami felt the muscles in her legs start to tighten uncomfortable from walking. She felt as though she must have politely declined several offers for work, shaked a hundred strangers' hands, and sidestep her way through the throng of people crowding the city streets. All eyes seemingly on her.

Already disquieted having woken up in the clothes reserved to hunting witches and regulated by her powers, she finds her otherwise well-maintained social graces dwindling the more people she encounters who seem keen on taking her picture or asking her questions she scarcely has any context for let alone the answers to. The humidity of the hot summer evening begins to erode the last of her tolerance for the crowded steers and eventually it becomes to much.

She bows, and politely as possible excuses herself from yet another stressful run in before slipping out into a narrow alleyway.

Yellow ribbons tangle up around a fire escape several storeys above her, pulling her up effortlessly and like an acrobat she swings through the alleyway. The ribbons around the fire escape disappear just as she launches herself gracefully to a building catty-cornered outside the alleyway with another set of ribbons catching an antenna on the roof of the building softening her landing.

Mami takes this moment to breathe. ]

05

[elleacious]

[Elle hides behind a nearby post box and stares at the girl jumping across buildings. She runs and tries to keep up with her, but she's falling behind and starting to run out of breath as she dodges between trash cans and phone booths, trying to both keep up and stay out of sight.

That girl has to be a ranger. She's so pretty and so fast; she's absolutely some kind of ranger or superhero.

Elle is falling too far behind so she abandons stealth for speed. But then the girl shoots out a set of ribbons and twirls to a stop (WHICH IS THE COOLEST THING EVER) and Elle cranes her neck up to watch and runs right into a telephone pole with a shriek, bowling over. Ow.]

Wasabi | Big Hero 6

[neatniks]

2.

[ Frankly, Wasabi's about three inches from a panic attack, but he's trying to keep everything locked down tight. He has no idea how this could have happened, and his mind's reeling with attempts to reason through it, like he might be able to figure out teleportation where Krei's team had failed. And not just that! Not just teleportation, but full-on world-to-world oh my god there are seriously other worlds teleportation!

(The theory is there, you know. Physics is a field that stretches far, far into the realms of possibility, but theory and experience are two very different things.)

He has to cling to familiarity, has to hold on to some piece of routine or he's going to lose his mind, so he takes a local cafe up on an offer of a free drink. He drinks drinks every day! He can handle lemonade, no problem. He's seated by a window, and he organizes the condiment tray and sweeteners a little frantically (just because it makes him feel a little better) before his glass arrives. Then he just stares at it, and out of the window, and at the wall. He takes deep breaths and small sips and tries to figure this out. ]

[maglevflash]

[Gogo doesn't live in Heropa, but Jaime and Aunt Cass both do. Not to mention Steve, who was now teaching her how to fight and hold her ground. Kickboxing was a great hobby, but it wasn't going to help when everything had superpowers.

It's after one of these sessions that she's entering the cafe for something cold to drink. She's dressed for exercise, in a sports bra and leggings, and she'd probably look just as he remembers her if it weren't for the old, yellowed bruises decorating her midriff.

She's texting on her comm as she waits for her order, popping her gum, and doesn't notice him sitting in the corner. After two months she'd stopped expecting to see him or Fred every day. The only excuse she has for missing him there.]

Lan Hikari | Megaman Battle Network

[localareanetto]

02.

[It hadn't even been ten minutes since he arrived, and this elementary school kid was already zipping around the city on his in-line roller skates. This place was amazing. It was huge, and the architecture and technology was something he'd never seen before. Hover cars? That still impossible in his world! He only partially listened to his debriefing by some soldier but apparently he was in some country called America?

Well, this America place was cool and he would explore every inch of the city before the week was over for sure! It was really too bad his Netnavi, Megaman wasn't with him. Lan was sure he would have loved to explore this place as well. And he probably would have warned him to pay attention to where he was going, because the next thing he knows, he's crashed into a street pole because he was too busy looking at the hover cars passing by. Ouch.]


05.

[Discounts for food? You bet Lan's going to be there. Spokespeople for schools? Eeeeeehhhhh, no thank you. Nonah was so busy, with all the people trying to talk to him or advertise things to him. All he ever wanted was to try out the local foods here! It took him half an hour to shake off the most persistent of those "imPort" fans, whatever imPorts were.

Now that they were gone though, he was free to enjoy the hotdog he had in his hand and skate by the stores, looking at all the weird contraptions and items they had to offer. Eventually, his eye catches on a store that sells hover skates, and he skates right up to the window to look more closely at it, hotdog all but forgotten.]

Whoa....

2! COMMENCE HIKARI BROS FEELS

[megabytes]

[You're damn right he would've been warning you to pay attention! You'd probably have broken your neck on the Metroline stairs a dozen times over by now if it weren't for him, seriously how are you even still alive.

Only reason he didn't give any warnings this time is because he was a little too busy being distracted by the fact that Lan is here. He's actually, truly, physically here after five months (oh god has it really been five months?) and Megaman is. Not entirely sure how to process that at first. Lan's here. He's here and oh god, oh god he really doesn't deserve this, not after the chain of disasters that was last month.

And yet there he is.

His baby brother is here.

Lan, enjoy getting Suddenly Hugged from behind by your navibrother. He's kind of really, really missed you.]

Cisco Ramon | The Flash

[pobrecisco]

(01, leading into 02, i guess????)

[ So Cisco's beyond weirded out. A lot of insane stuff has happened in the last year, sure, but suddenly waking up in a completely different world with no idea how you got there or what is going on is nuts, even for a day in the life of Team Flash. The fact that no one will just give him a second in between rushing him around to answer his questions with anything beyond more confusing is kind of making his head spin. If he had a minute to think, maybe he'd wonder if this is how Barry felt when he first woke up to him and Caitlin talking a mile a minute at him.

But he doesn't, not until he's packed off in a car to some city he's never heard of, where he's told there's housing waiting for him. But more interesting than stopping to think is spending the car ride poring over the informational packet. There's a lot to take in, and the twenty minute drive isn't nearly long enough. He soon he finds himself squinting into the hot Floridian sun, almost immediately wanting to find someplace to take refuge from the sweltering heat, and to figure out why people keep giving him weird looks or thanking him.

So he's going to do the only thing he can think to do: ask the nearest person for directions. ]

Heyyyy, sorry, uh, could you point me in the direction of the nearest place that has air conditioning and also burritos?

[khajidont]

Well, the nearest place doesn't have very good burritos, but... sure?

[After this long, Jaime can usually pick out a newbie from a mile away. There's always a certain wideness to their eyes, a predilection for staring a little too long at the things that Jaime has grown to see as commonplace.

Which is to say, they look a lot like he did at first, only he's pretty sure that he did a lot more crying about it once he was in the privacy of his own room than most people seem to. Either way, he's quick to offer Cisco a sympathetic smile as he asks,] Lemme guess -- you're new here?

Krieg the Psycho | Borderlands 2

[shiniestmeatbicycle]

2.

[Krieg is absolutely no stranger to the sun and the heat. He walks in a casual (if twitchy) gait, swinging his arms wide as he does. The imPorts that people are taking issue with? The ones who they think must not be in their right minds? Krieg is one of those, and it's obvious.

He reaches up, scratching the back of his sun-baked scalp with broken fingernails, regarding the people around him with a wild-eyed look through the eyeholes of his mask.

Okay. Okay. We can do this. There are a lot of people here, so just...behave. Try - are you listening to me? - try *not* to scream at any children. They won't understa-

An elderly woman remarks that he looks like a freak. He turns suddenly on his heel, puffing out his chest and roaring:]

MY VASE IS FULL OF SPIDERS! Feel the microphone crackle!

[...Should have thought I would need to specify not to shout at ELDERLY WOMEN. Idiot.]

[dullsilence]

[ Zer0 stands out in a crowd (not least because he's dressed all in black in this hot weather and he's six foot three), and while he's much more composed than Krieg is, that doesn't stop people from being scared of him. He does absolutely nothing to comfort them, because that would be a waste of time.

He does spot Krieg from a mile away, though (especially when he starts shouting about spiders, because 'Krieg' and 'volume control' are not friends), so he meanders over to say hello with a little nod. ]

The same as always/I see you've settled in/with all of this noise.

[ That's very likely to be a joke, but hey, he's fond of Krieg, as much as Zer0 shows fondness. Sup. ]

Zero | OC

[kitsuenay]

[5A]
[Anyone passing by a park may come across the sight of a flock of children crowding around a single man: tall, athletic, with bright orange hair, but what stands out most of all is his long fox tail, (that is currently being played with by 2 little girls, using it as a fabulous boa), and the fact he seems to be able to change his facial appearance. He covers his face with his hands as if playing peek-a-boo, and when he pulls them away he has a new face in varying degrees of ridiculousness to make the kids laugh and shriek. Some scream out the names of famous stars or athletes, or their mom or dad, to see if he will replicate those, but he is neither familiar with those names nor can he directly copy an appearance, so he just makes another stupid face with a gross, bulbous nose or cauliflower ears and the kids don't even realize he didn't listen to their request for Lady Gaga or Peyton Manning as they laugh.

He doesn't seem to mind the attention--loves it in fact--but he'll start getting tired soon.]


[5B]
[Zero had always loved attention, especially if it was attention for his heroics. So at first all the fawning from citizens was pretty awesome. All the free stuff or discounts were definitely awesome, since all his stuff had been left back home and he needed clothes and food and lots of shampoo because your tail doesn't look as good as it does without proper care.

However, eventually this attention started to even get to him. And when he had realized they had no reason to be fawning over him, since he hadn't done anything remotely heroic yet aside from finding a bird's egg on the ground and putting it back in the nest after deciding not to eat it, but he was pretty sure that act didn't deserve an offer of a pound of ground beef at 60% off.

He rudely (and panickedly) rushes past some old ladies on the sidewalk that look prepared to stop him and chat his ear off, and ducks into an alley or an alcove or someone's sunken staircase or wherever your character may be coincidentally at to lean heavily against a wall, panting, and muttering to himself:]
This isn't normal, they must be some kind of spirit. I dunno what kind, maybe a, uh, uhh--ugh, I can hear Faux reprimanding me for not studying more. Shut up, Faux, I didn't need to know the difference between a selkie and a mermaid with you around, stop being such a butt--Dear god, I'm talking to myself, this is what I've become.

5b

[hands4healing]

[Winry is in such hopes that Alphonse would return so she's looking for anyone. Oddly, a fox tail disappearing into an alcove isn't the most unusual thing she's seen today, but the running commentary makes her pause for a second, then she peeks around the corner.]

Hey...are you okay?

wanijima akito ✤ air gear

[akito]

o2, o3, or o4

[ Nothing in this world gives him any sense of familiarity. There are familiar things, but nothing that can give him any comfort. With his mind empty for the first time in his life, no Air Trecks in his possession, nanites buzzing imperceptibly under his skin, and yet another military hoping to use him as a weapon...

Well.

Akito highly doubts he'll have any sense of comfort or familiarity ever again.

They said it wasn't their fault that he was here - that any of the other 'imPorts' were here. But Akito knows enough about militaries to never trust their word. There's a portal that they just 'found' years ago and have never managed to figure out. How sketchy. ImPorts aren't allowed access to it whatsoever 'for their own safety'. Sure.

The whispers of the residents around him are enough to strengthen his resolve to not trust the government. It's also enough to make him avoid the more highly populated areas, preferring going unnoticed than getting any 'special' treatment. He was given a place to stay, and a guardian. He's meant to go to school, and be an American citizen. They would like him to pledge allegiance to their cause.

He's already a member of his own Japan's SWAT team, of high enough ranking he can order units around if the situation called for it. He may not like it, but it's where his allegiance lies. With his father, his friends, and his Japan.

It's a simple enough decision to ignore the existence of whatever house they assigned him. Akito doesn't trust them not to have the places bugged. He isn't going to trust a random stranger with his well-being (he'll look into becoming an emancipated minor later, he thinks). He isn't going to trust anything supplied to him by the government unless there's no other options left to him.

Without Agito to keep him safe, Akito is going to have to manage all on his own. Superpowers? As if. He needs something real to defend himself with, and that something is a pair of Air Trecks. The first step toward making a pair will be finding himself a safe enough spot to squat for a while, until he gets an idea of how to make that happen.

There's got to be a park around here somewhere, right?]

handsome jack, borderlands

[crotchstallion]

<< 01 >>
[Some days, a hero's gotta unwind. What better way to do that than at a nice little hole in the wall bar with a cool pint in one hand, caressing a pool cue with the other? Well, he could name a few but they'd all be considered wildly inappropriate for one reason or another.

Jack slides up to you at the bar, 2cool4skool, and makes himself comfortable.]

Hey there. Last guy I played was a sore loser; you interested in a game? [He gives a small nod gesturing over to the pool tables. Your move, mysterious and most likely handsome/beautiful stranger.]


<< 05 >>
[When you go from being Top Dog to Someone Else's Dog, it's a kick in the balls. A kick in other things too, but Jack was a man of action-- like any hero-- and so naturally he took no hesitation to find a place where he fit, where he felt properly appreciated. Nonah sounded like the place to be.

His sense of entitlement was not a defining factor in any of this at all. Not at all.

Maybe you've seen a Handsome Jack billboard around. Maybe he's been in a TV spot or two. His face definitely stands out, that's for sure, whether you've seen him before or not. He has a face buckled down onto his face! And he's so casual about it, like it's not the strangest thing that could be going on even though he does know it is irregular.

Right now, he's in some cute little park with benches dotted along a trail. There is a cluster of kids around him, parents hovering nearby to make sure they aren't getting into trouble. He assures them that it's fine--he has...had a kid of his own so he gets it. Small children that don't know better just touching his face-mask, and older kids asking whose face he's wearing only to be immediately stared down by their parents for asking inappropriate questions. He laughs it off-- very aware his face is one-of-a-kind--, and in very played up hushed tones he replies:]

If I was wearing someone else's face, that'd make me the bad guy, kiddo. [It creeps out a couple of the kids, sure-- even one of the parents--, but enough laughs go around, including his own, that the atmosphere is quickly dispelled. Not too long after, the crowd dissipates until he's just left alone on the bench. Now he can get it off his chest, something that had been lingering for a while.

With his hand over his mouth to muffle the sound, he screams. Screams turn to sobs. Sobs turn to laughter, tinted with equal parts resignation and spite.]

I'm going to rip apart every child-killer on this planet, and I'm going to think about how good it will feel when it's finally you on the receiving end... Vault Hunter.

5

[trickstar]

[This guy is clearly not having a good day. Screaming, sobbing, laughing, and now bitterly cursing some invisible enemy with so much spite.

Not the weirdest thing Joseph's seen. Neither is his face. That's getting up there though.]

... Yeah, you get 'em, guy.

[SURPRISE JACK, YOU HAD AN AUDIENCE.]

RVB; leonard church ( epsilon iteration ) paranoid android for now for ease??

[bestever]

01:
[ he squints at the pamphlet, holding it up nearly against his face. it's partially due to his sight, and partially to block out any other new arrivals outside the vehicle. his face is set in a deep scowl. is he talking to the assigned guide? anyone who'll listen? himself? probably all of the above. ] I was sort of in the middle of something kiiiiiind of important, though. Like, alright, I'm sure this planet has plenty wrong with it, but there might be some impending mass genocide, and... You know. All that good stuff.

[ a beat, then: ] Plus, I really don't work well with others. So, y'know, it's just in everybody's best interests to get rid of me.

03:
[ except that, in de chima, looking like an obvious inhuman is a very good way to draw attention to yourself. and, fortunately for church, this is the good kind of attention. the pale grey "skin" and glowing green eyes earned him a gaggle of curious bystanders pretty much immediately, and while he might have no idea what the fuck is going on with this planet, he does know for certain that he likes being fawned over. ]

Oh, yeah, you know. I've had aaaaall kinds of intergalactic exploits. Seriously, I wish I could at least access the news files from my own government, because I did some, like, really impressive shit. It was pretty great.

01

[buildsfriends]

[STICKS HIS HEAD IN THE OPEN WINDOW]

NO it's not he's lying! Keep him forever! [don't mind this giant seven foot tall guy in heavy body armor trying to climb in through the window]

Hartley Rathaway/Pied Piper | DC Comics

[countdone]

5.

[It would be easy for Piper to go unnoticed as an imPort.

Very easy, if it weren't for the fact that these days he felt most comfortable being followed by an entourage of rats. The fact that he talked to them might just make him look crazy if they didn't also seem to actually understand it.

And as annoying and overwhelming as the flock of people he eventually attracts is--especially those trying to get him to further their capitalist agendas--it's...kind of nice to be called a hero after being treated like a villain and a murderer for so long. It was definitely a warmer reception than he'd ever gotten even when he was a known ally of the Flash. He's so caught off guard that he lets it go for a good minute before he finally pulls out a small flute and begins to play.

The song manages to convince all of them to start walking the other way. Thank you musical mind control.

It's not directed at any fellow imPorts that happen to be nearby, however.]

This...is going to take some getting used to.

[airshow]

[ Look, it's not like Trickster kinda sorta gets his hopes up a little bit anytime he hears vaguely irritatng ambient pan flute music samples playing at a mall kiosk or anything. That would be absolutely ridiculous. But come on, he has to investigate. Just in case. Because, okay, what if?

Except this time he's right (not that he was hoping) and it totally is (and it's not like he's excited) but he thinks of at least ten ways to make a really fantastic entrance, including three different methods of confetti distribution, before he finally decides to go for something simple. Elegant. Classic.

Which is why, a minute later, Piper gets a paper airplane aimed directly at the back of his head. If he gets the bright idea to unfold it, he'll find friendly handwriting reading "meet me on the roof," a very excited smiley face, three up arrows (as if to give helpful directions toward the aforementioned roof), five exclamation points, and a hastily scribbled rat with a little speech bubble that says "hi." Stealthy, this one. ]

suzanne warren ✌ orange is the new black

[suzpension]

( HEROPA )

[ Strange and sudden as everything is, Suzanne lets herself go along with it. True, she has been confused and a little bit upset right after her arrival, but she was calmer now; some helpful authority had held her wrists so she would not continue flinging her arms about wildly, and by the time she is in downtown Heropa proper she's been filled in on the facts of the situation.

It's all fairly unbelievable, but less so to Suzanne's mind. She figures it's all relative... reality, that is (or "realities," plural). She's not about to argue the point, at least, because these folks living here would know more about than her about it, right? The unknown doesn't scare her.

She calms down, accepts it, doesn't stress about it any further. Or think about it at all. She can always do that later. She moves on to other thoughts, what direction does she walk in now that she's out on an actual city sidewalk? Forward, backward, should she cross the street? Is she breaking any rules right now? Where did they say she lived now? Getting out, being free -- in some fashion -- were not things Suzanne thought about too often, it was far enough in the future and thinking ahead isn't her strong suit. This city may be small, but it's bigger than what she's gotten used to in the past few years. Big enough that she has no idea what to think, where to go, what to even do next. And hot, which makes her very thankful for the free drink even if she questions the wisdom of that business strategy. People are giving her strange looks, too, though she is more used to that. It's probably because of her uniform; she's not blind to the fact she's dressed very differently from everybody else.

"Some of them can't be right in the head," she hears someone say. She stares forward, hands twitching at her sides and moving up as if to cover her ears, though they just hover beside them. "The government's gotta crack down on their medical files."

She turns to one of them, abrupt and argumentative, pointing her fingers, gesturing, pointing. ]

No no no no. No no no, no, no, nope. That is not for you to know, no it is not. We... are still people. [ Although who all is encompassed in that "we" Suzanne is still processing. She hits the side of her head with her folder twice, her mood seeming to escalate, but the local she's addressing moves along rather quickly. She reiterates loudly after him: ] People.

[ Okay. Okay, everything's fine. She's already agitated and that can't happen yet, they'll... well, she doesn't know. To calm down, she dumps her free drink over her head and takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly. ]

Now that-- [ Dripping wet now, she says this to whoever happens to be there when she turns her head again: ] Was rude. Right?

( NONAH )

[ It is very, very overwhelming here. So many things to look at or do, Suzanne's neck already hurts from turning it this way and that, her eyes blinking wildly. Even more overwhelming than that are all the things she's being offered to the point where her head is spinning -- it all sounds great. But she doesn't know what to say yes to, or no thank you, or if she should just find somewhere quieter to be.

To one of the vendors, she says: ]

I see where you're coming from -- probably should get me some new clothes, this is a special occasion. But I don't got any money. [ As she talks she's gesturing vaguely with her hands, back and forth and in circles, as she shakes her head. Then she points upward to amend that thought: ] ... Yet. Have to... save up, somehow. We get to do that now. I-- oh.

[ Someone else with an armful of clothes wants her to move along, if she's not buying anything. She gives the vendor a quick wave and moves herself aside. ]

Um, bye.

[ New clothes would be nice. It's been a long time since she's worn anything that wasn't regulated, provided for her; she could get whatever now, couldn't she? A leather jacket. Rainbow socks with the individual toes. Pink... nail polish. A tutu. The list goes on and the sky's the limit, anything would be a refreshing step away from her inmate khakis -- the pants, the short-sleeved shirt, the longer-sleeved grey shirt beneath with holes for her thumbs to loop through. She looks down at the name-tag ("WARREN," it reads) still pinned to her chest and pulls it off, drawing her arm back as if she's about to throw it as far as the wind will carry it... but then changes her mind, tucking it instead in the pocket on the breast of her shirt. There's still something comforting about it, all of it, she doesn't want to just get rid of.

She lifts her hand to her face, biting at her nails, and mutters to herself, but loudly: ]

Okay. All this "hero" talk really is confusing me.

( WILD CARD )

[ Choose your own adventure. ]

2

[bindsthedead]

[Another imPort? Sabriel smiles brightly- she's unnaturally-perhaps even deathly- pale, but aside from that, she looks completely normal.]

If you haven't read the pamphlet- we've been dragged here, given abilities, if we didn't have them already- and expected to help out. ['Yes,' Sabriel's expression said, 'I know it's ridiculous.']

At least people here are... very friendly, unlike some of the other cities.

Hatake Kakashi | Naruto

[grab_my_bells]

#2, I guess?

[ Kakashi sighed and slipped further into the little shade he could manage to steal away, pulling his copy of Icha Icha out and flipping over a few pages. The folder he had received told him nothing he didn't already know about himself, though whether this was all something one could gather from a decent BINGO book entry or not, he wasn't sure. Either way, it put him at a disadvantage that Kakashi didn't enjoy and the stares he was receiving (not all of which were for a mask and dark layers in what had to be sweltering heat and ungodly humidity) told him he wasn't really the hero they were looking for anyway. Why were the imports really here if they weren't wanted? Or, rather, what were they wanted for? You would think 'Heroes' would be treated with a little more ...respect. ]

[ Like the respect the village gave people like Naruto? And Gai? And Obito? And Sakumo? Huh. The irony. ]

You're standing in my light.

[ There wasn't even a shadow cast--he was in the shade, after all--but Kakashi glanced up, shoving aside his thoughts to look up and smile, visible eye closed in wry amusement. ]

[oceanthief]

[Lapis hadn't even taken notice of Kakashi until he'd spoken to her; honestly, she rarely pays much attention to the humans around her when she goes out beyond making sure that she doesn't bump into them. while she's working on social interaction as much as she can, there were still a lot of small ways in which Lapis' apathy towards this planet continued to manifest itself.

she'd only stopped where she was to fuss with her communicator for a moment. when it becomes apparent that he's addressing her, Lapis' expression shifts away from the comm in her hand and over to Kakashi with marked confusion.]

...you're taller than me.

[the fact he was standing in the shade aside, Lapis was significantly shorter than this guy. surely any shadow she was casting wasn't trivial at best?]

ys cordellan (yuca collabel) // immortal rain

[respawned]

[oo1]
... No!

[That's out of his mouth before he can even think of why he doesn't want to go. There's just no way he's getting on a car with these people -- military? -- and going to who knows wherever the hell they're taking him. What is this place? Why is he here?

Did he respawn again? But when did he die? This body is familiar. It's the one he was just in, then? But the world is completely different from what he remembers. What happe--

He shakes his head and turns, files clutched to his chest (even in the rising panic he thinks enough to think he might want to read it later) and runs, away from the soldier, away from the car, away and away and

right into YOU, bouncing off your back or legs or front with a surprised "oof!"]

[oo2]
[Eventually he ends up in the closest Porter city, but now he's on his own again. He has some money. He has his clothes. He has his files, which apparently gives him away as this "imPort" or whatever it is because people keep glancing over and whispering, words hissing from behind their hands, narrowed eyes taking in his small, frail appearance. How old was this body again? Six? Ten? He can't remember.

However old it is, though, it's hungry. His feet hurt. His body hurts all over. He's exhausted, so he starts to walk and wobbles, stumbling on the sidewalk. By the time he catches himself he's too close to a native walking in the opposite direction and he collides with them. All he receives is a cold "what where you're going, punk!" before the native goes off, and Yuca stares after him before sighing a heavy, tired sigh and shuffling over to the closest building, crouching and curling into a ball against the wall then and there.]

... I'm so hungry.

oo2

[elleacious]

[Elle catches the end of that and sees that guy curled up against the wall, looking absolutely pathetic and alone. Kind of like how she feels (not that she'd admit it).

She looks down at the croissant she has in her hands and back up at the boy before heading over and tearing it in half, offering him some.] Hey. Here.

Ayumu "Osaka" Kasuga | Azumanga Daioh

[fuhgottaboutit]

[01]

[So, Osaka's in the wrong anime all of a sudden. A secret lab? Nanomachines? America? She's trying her best to understand the debriefing, but on the other hand she's not even sure any of this is real yet, so most of it is going right over her head. She's a little nervous, certainly, but not so much about the whole "stranded in an alternate universe with no way to get home" thing, since... she hasn't really grasped that yet. It's more because she is surrounded by strangers and a lot of them are also soldiers and might have guns???

At some point she's left unattended by her handler, and without much else to do, she starts reading the pamphlet. She only gets through the prologue, which does not clear up much. Finally, she approaches someone nearby - ideally someone who doesn't look terrifying, at least from this angle.]

Uh, excuse me... D'you got any idea what they're talkin' about with this "imPort" stuff?


[02]

[Okay so by now she's had time to read up on the whole "superpowers" thing, but it's hard to wrap her head around. Her, a superhero? But she doesn't feel any different... and she hasn't made anything unusual happen, as far as she can tell. But maybe she just isn't doing it right. Maybe her powers just don't work in this form. They did give her this futuristic-looking communicator, after all, so just maybe...

The idea strikes her while she's just hanging out in a plaza, and it doesn't occur to her to be discreet. So, in full view of everybody, Osaka holds her standard-issue communicator up to the sun, and shouts:] Transform!

[......... Needless to say, nothing happens. But she will continue holding that pose for a good fifteen seconds anyway.]

[02; boop :)]

[seiyaaa]

[ ................ well all right then. Eiji's never seen such a spectacularly failed transformation before, but then again, her belt's kind of in the wrong place.

and. actually isn't there at all? what is she - oh, she's using the communicator to transform. well. that's interesting.

He looks at the communicator in his own hand, shrugs. From behind the girl, and very confidently, like he's used to this song and dance: ]

Transform!

[ And! Pose!

.... nada. ]

Gyro Zeppeli (JJBA: Steel Ball Run)

[rellarella]

( 02 ) : Heropa

[Where the hell is he.

Florida? Seriously? He knows he went down in the states by he wasn't this far South when it happened, he didn't think so anyway. But it's hard to remember everything, index and middle finger rubbing at his temple, tilting his hat and goggles up just slightly before he tugs it down over his long hair again. He sure is getting a lot of attention though. The way he looks, like some slightly eccentric cowboy or flashy gunsman with bright green lips, riding a horse that looks far more powerful than the ones you usually see in this world. He takes the looks well, not really responding to them as he continues down a busy Floridian street.]

The future too, that means- Aww, don't you worry. [He talking but not to you. For Gyro is not alone in this world and is currently horse mounted. His horse's hooves clip clopping over the street as he rides alongside cars and near bicycles. Looks like there's no horse lane so he'll just have to fucking deal with whatever, right? But big fancy cars aside and overly nice paved... well.. everything. The thing on his mind ain't any of this.]

M'sure a horse can ride a plane. You're sure as hell coming with me.

[Said as he leans forward on the animal and pats her neck a few times. Maybe he catches your eye for a moment as you go past. You couldn't help it, dude on a horse and talking to it. On his way to sit back up he just caught your gaze and gives one back. Soon grinning wide to show a set of bright yellow teeth that only shimmer in the sun once the right angle hits. Not yellow- gold. Smiling wide right over at you with the words 'GO! GO! ZEPPELI' engraved over his teeth.]

Nyo-hoho! Are horses rare now? Hey, you wouldn't happen to know where planes are, would ya'?

GYYYYRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

[unbreaker]

[When you come from a small town, the sight of horses aren't that rare. Sure, Josuke hasn't seen many of them here (or any) and the sight of one now, so out of the blue, does draw his eye, but what holds his attention is the sight of those teeth glinting in the sunlight as Gyro flashes a mile-wide grin his way.

Dude.

Dude.

That is one hell of a mighty grill!]

The planes?

[Stunned, Josuke points upward. And then, after realizing how stupid that is (anyone asking where to find a plane probably knows where they fly!) he continues quickly in an attempt to look less like an idiot...]

Oh! Uh, there's...probably an airpot the next town over. Heropa's kinda small, it doesn't even have a military base or nothing. But um...I don't think they take horses on planes.

sora himoto | shitsurakuen

[appleknighted]

02.

Ahhh, really?! A free drink?!

[ Suddenly in America (and an entirely different universe, but that part went so far over Sora's head, she doesn't even understand) and all she can focus on is that someone is offering her a lemonade, on the house. Free drinks! Maybe America isn't so bad! ]

Wow! Thank you! You're so nice! That's so much different then all the weird looks everyone else keeps giving me!

[ Which, here, in Heropa? She isn't sure can easily be attributed to the bright red hair and the school uniform. She's sure she's seen other people with red hair around, which was an odd, if nice, change of pace, and her uniform couldn't be that out of place. Could it? Did kids here not use them? Still, how weird, how some people kept moving to avoid her. Oh well!

Whatever everyone else's deal is, it apparently isn't this guy's! So she happily accepts the drink and keeps chattering, entirely unaware of how uncomfortable the park's lemonade stand man suddenly looks at this topic shift. ]

I wonder why. They keep muttering strange things, too. I don't think there's anything on my medical record. Would they even have that? Wouldn't that still be in Japan?

05.

[ Oh, oh no, this city is the confusing one. ]

I... I don't think I'm allowed to have a job, s-sorry! [ Sora evades the first offer with a lot of apologizing and backing away. ] And I don't really like school a lot, so, um, maybe someone else can help you! Bye!

[ Yeah, she might be for the opposite of children staying in school, but that's just her personal feelings on school in general. Sora moves on quickly, but ends up stopped again by someone offering a discount to a restaurant that looks really good, but!!! ]

Oh! Oh, no, but I don't have any money, either. [ N-noooooo, whyyyy? Why this? This one, Sora actually looks heartbroken over, because, unlike school, she's a bigger advocate of food and eating by far. ] I'm so sorry! Maybe next time? But will there even be a next time?!

02

[fuhgottaboutit]

[Osaka already got her free lemonade, but she's still loitering nearby and happening to overhear. (i.e. eavesdropping because what else is she gonna do.)]

Ya'd think so, right? But they can teleport whole people straight from Japan, so somethin' small like records oughta be a cinch. That's what I think, anyway.

[Sip sip. Ahh, this is good lemonade~]

Peter Pan | Once Upon a Time

[dreamshades]

03
[ How he would gloat if Rumple only knew. If only the man knew how hard he failed at his attempt to stop, Pan. He could almost laugh. Peter may not be happy that Rumple did such a thing to the great Peter Pan, but, that anger had subsided rather quickly.

His youth remained, whole and intact and apparently cost free. He'd been told time stood still for the most part upon arriving here and his powers were received or remained due to the portal he came through. Oh, nothing could bring him down. Young forever, no cost, no price to pay, he's grinning like a school boy who just got onto summer vacation. Still, he's not going to remain satisfied forever. There were things to do, games to play, fun to be had.

And he couldn't do that on his own, could he?

No, of course not. That's why he's more than welcoming to the children lavishing him in attention. What better way start his Lost boys once again than here? ]

Now, you really want to play a fun game? It's hide and seek. You hide and I seek.

[ The children just laugh all too willingly to play along before they scatter. He's played both sides of the chase before, but, he wants to look this time. See the cleverest of the children, who's slow, and who's fast. He needs to know these things if these children are going to be apart of his Lost Boys.

One might think it odd though for what appears to be a sixteen playing with a bunch of children.

His arm is a blindfold, so he can't see you coming, but he knows you are... ]

[glitterateur]

[Sure, it's a little weird that a teenager is playing with some kids-- but Mabel doesn't dwell on that. He's probably just really nice and good with children! That's a superhero thing for sure. Plus he's totally cute. And with that accent she can't not wander closer to say hello with a Waddles trotting along behind her.]

How long are you giving them to hide?

natasha romanoff | mcu

[doveriye]

02;

[blending in with the environment.

even if she's been more visible over the past few years, between exposing HYDRA and broadcasting the details of her past onto the internet as a consequence, between new york and sokovia and everything else, it's still the most useful skill she has in her arsenal. still the one she's going to depend on before any other. the uniform is a dead giveaway that she's not from around here (which she doesn't need the occasional disdainful glance from a local to figure out), so first opportunity she gets, she finds some civilian clothes - ones more suitable for the oppressive summer heat, anyway - and familiarizes herself with the sights.

at some point, she settles on a cafe, pulls up a chair at one of the outdoor tables. she's not lurking, exactly, but she is well-placed to catch snatches of conversation from those around her. (well, maybe she is lurking. #justspythings.) there are a few general running themes, mostly surrounding opinions on imPorts, but other things pop up occasionally; a middle-aged man seated at a table to her left mentions an outbreak once. in any case, it's all useful information that she files into the back of her mind, ready for later follow-up or action.

sometimes she'll flash a small smile in the direction of a passerby, so as not to appear removed or unfriendly. sometimes she'll engage one in a dialogue, catching their eye and jerking her head toward the menu she has propped up on the table in front of her.]

What's good?


choose your own adventure;

[go insane, throw some glitter, make it rain, etc.]

[dreamshades]

[ Natasha might be good at hiding from normal people, but, Peter Pan is no normal boy.

The way she walks, the way she addresses people, he can tell it's an act. A con to play to keep wandering eyes from watching and whispering.

It might have also helped that he saw her earlier, dressed in such bizarre garb. The whispers around her intensify though when this fair faced youth approaches, all dressed in peculiar clothing.

He leans on the fence, a smile on his face as if he's nothing but a delightfully curious teen. Have to keep up the face, after all....lets see if this one's smart enough to know if he's playing pretend. ]

Haven't the foggiest. It would be the first time being at one of these kinds of places.

[ A lie if nothing else, but casually said and not sounding untrue. He's also sure his appearance probably helps with that. ]

Peggy Carter | Agent Carter/MCU

[assays]

[1]

"Who do you work for?" Peggy demanded of the soldier. "I refuse to go anywhere until you answer my question." The soldier remained nonplussed in the face of her demand, moving onto another newcomer.

She glanced down at the folder in her hands, flipping it open and reading it for about the hundredth time. Powers? They were certainly a possibility, given that Peggy had worked alongside a man who was imbued with super strength, agility, faster healing and various other abilities. If this was the work of Leviathan, then she needed to find out how they were able to take her here without having any recall about how she was taken in the first place. It simply would not do. There was too much at stake back home for Peggy to remain here.

After taking a deep breath, she approached the nearest person to her and does her very best to look calm. Now was not the time to be intimidating, especially when others seemed just as confused as Peggy was.

"What have the soldiers told you about where we are?" Then, as an afterthought. "Please."

[3]

The growing crowd around her failed to deter Peggy from the suspect she had been tracking for the past hour or so but they were making it difficult for her to see him. "Excuse me, please." Peggy raised her voice, trying to sound polite at the same time. "I need to get through." Still, the crowd pushed forward, some of them with pen and paper in hand, holding them out to Peggy. Others had cameras and snapped pictures, one after another. The flash hurt her eyes and Peggy gritted her teeth, patience all but running out.

"For God's sake, let me through!!" She roared, eyes ablaze.

Her outburst seemed to have the desired effect as the crowd backed quickly away from Peggy, some of them looking hurt by what she said. There was no time to waste as Peggy moved quickly forward, hoping to catch up with the suspect...who was nowhere to be seen, She looked around wildly, checking for any alleyways or places that he could have ducked into as a means of evading her.

"Bloody hell." Peggy grumbled, running a hand through her hair. She could definitely use a drink now. Hours of work down the drain because of some imbeciles who wanted her attention. It would require some more surveillance on her part to come close to finding him again and bring him forward to justice. Taking out her notepad, Peggy wrote down an entry.

2.43pm: Lost suspect in De Chima. Will need to start from scratch in order to locate him.

She tucked the notepad away in her jacket and turned in the other direction, heading back to where the Porter was so that she could return back home. If anyone should come across Peggy right now, they would notice a very foul expression on her face.


[network; voice;]

Hello.

[The voice that comes over the feed is distinctly English, and despite her mood, Peggy is polite.]

My name is Margaret Carter and like some of you, I am a recent arrival. It hasn't been easy, trying to adjust to my new circumstances and- [there’s a pause.] - abilities, but I only want to say one thing.

I have no desire to stay here and I am determined to try to get everyone who wants to go home back to where they belong.

[There's a fire in her voice, like something has awoken inside of her and came rushing to the surface.]

You have my word.

((ooc: feel free to respond in either action or prose :>))

3

[dreamshades]

"Having trouble are we?" The voice comes from a teenager, leaning up against a tree, his hands folded over one another. He has an accent about his voice, british for certain (don't ask me to place the region I have no idea which is Pan's oh god sob) as green eyes look towards the woman. She's done up for sure, fancy, but from what he can tell, professional. A real bore most likely, but she had fire. He saw it when she parted the crowd. He liked fire.

The boy obviously stands out against everyone and everything about. His outfit just clashes with everything in terms of the time period. Obviously, he stood out as an imPort. Not that he minded, at least not now. He steps out from the trees, just as tall as Peggy, with long limbs and pale skin. He smiles at her, it coming off as playful and social. "I saw you try and catch that criminal back there. Looked fun, up until the crowd descended on you."

Zuko | Avatar: the Last Airbender

[flammatory]

[There's two things preventing Zuko from freaking out sooner than he does: he's dazed and rubbing his head, mostly incredulous that this isn't a dream, and he's also had to learn a lot more self-control in the short time he's been Fire Lord. The months leading up to it had helped him calm, too, and he has to draw on every single reserve now.

It's not until he's handed a folder and a pamphlet that he starts to come to his senses. This isn't a dream. This is real and he's awake and the reality of what's happening is unbelievable. As in, literally, he's having a hard time believing it. The technology around him is far past his experience, and the rest of it isn't helping, either.

Just reading the brochure is starting to crack through, though-- and by cracking through, it's making him angry.]

You think I'm going to believe this?! You're going to pay for kidnapping the Fire Lord! And this whole elaborate hoax--

[The paper in his hands, folder and brochure both, erupt into flames and promptly burn themselves to ash in the span of three seconds. He hadn't gotten past the first paragraph about nanites, either. Zuko's good eye is narrowed and fierce.]

If you know what's good for you, you'll quit it right now!

[Who, exactly, is he addressing? It could be the guards. It could be the sky. It's not entirely clear.]


[ooc: Or feel free to come up with your own scenario! I'm equally okay with prose and action spam.]

[hands4healing]

Winry had a tendency to attend anything dealing with new ImPorts - always looking for Alphonse, or someone else from home. A touchy-sounding young man's voice caught her attention - oh, the crankiness sounded so very familiar. She made her way toward the young man, taking in his attire - yes, definitely an ImPort.

"Um, hi?" She offered a smile. He didn't look dangerous, but neither did Mr. Kimblee. Look how that turned out. And Ed would be really pissed if she got hurt. Still, she always tried to be helpful, and the strangeness of this world to new ImPorts aroused her instincts to reach out. "Can I help you?"