not in my house

[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 anyone's thread, either!

And remember to have fun!

01. Your memory is hazy and you might feel increasingly frustrated or anxious, or maybe you're excited as soldiers march past, barely glimpsing you. One second you're somewhere underground, the next you're enveloped in blue light, and suddenly you find yourself directly under Flordia sun's bright and burning glare. A female soldier steps toward you with a wide smile on her face and directs you to a car, ready to debrief you. You realize you are not the only one, surrounded by equally confused or eager faces... and you're all sporting a digital tattoo on your wrist.

02. Welcome to Cape Canaveral, where the smell of the ocean is in the air and locals are more than pleased to see new imPorts roaming their streets. They wave, they cheer, they ask for pictures as politely as they can. The more inhuman you look, or if you're wearing a costume, the more likely locals are to approach. Hey, enjoy the moment! The popular malt shop is offering you a free drink if you need it.

03. The technology in this world is certainly something. The cars are clearly modeled after popular 50s cars, but they hover several feet above the ground as they drive down the street. There are digital jukeboxes in restaurants, motorcycles also hover through traffic, advertisements can be seen on a digital projector on the taller buildings. Even kids on skateboards appear to drift a safe ten feet off the ground while playing!

04. Wherever you are, you can hear the loud revving of an engine, distance at first before you finally see it: a hovercar bursting around the corner, going beyond the maximum speed limit and just barely making its sharp turn. It doesn't appear to be slowing down any time soon, not with two police cars trailing it... and uh oh. Those skateboarding kids don't have much time to get out of the way as the car comes speeding down the road. You've been brought here for a reason Hero — so you better act fast.

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Marco | Animorphs

[guerrilla_morph]

[ Marco has been here for almost two months. That's two months too long, in his opinion.

But still, he's gotta keep an eye out. No other Animorphs appeared since he arrived, which worried him a bit. Will he say it? Of course not, other than a jib of taking their sweet time when he finds them.

If he finds them, that is.

Either way, Marco is actually leaning against a lamppost like some outcast in a high school drama show, eating what is probably this world's equivalent of Twizzlers. When he sees a newcomer (obvious to notice, with the continual look of befuddlement and confusion on their faces) he would just raise his hand (and Twizzlers knock-off) in greeting. ]

New here?

[sugoooi]

[ Well...being mistaken for a newcomer was better than being skimmed over entirely or being looked at like some sort of weirdo tourist. It's also helpful knowing that he's not the only one here his age at least; most of the people he'd seen up to this point were adults.

So as sheepishly as he is when he brings his hands together in front of him and fidgets with a weak laugh, Sam's also pretty grateful. ]

That easy to tell, huh...

2

[kuramaless]

Pictures weren't the only thing that was new.

It happened to be the only thing he could really recall about his first ten minutes out on the street though because he'd been stopped by no less than three people since he got here. Every time one of them started to take a picture a bunch of other people started to crowd around him, cheering and taking photos. There were whispers, and comments that he couldn't make out but they were gone as soon as they had arrived, moving on toward some other guy across the street that looked just as baffled as him. Or that other person who was drinking it all in.

So, he got the idea - heroes. Fighting crime. Saving good guys. Beating the bad guys. He hadn't done anything yet, but it was difficult not to let pride swell in his chest. Maybe they already knew who he was? Uh. Somehow. Even though he'd seen the flash of words on his wrist he didn't think anyone else had, and he hadn't seen anyone else he knew. Hadn't had enough time to come to terms with the crazy stuff that was going on around him. The sights, the smells, the flying... chair things, the buildings, the people.

For the first time in a long time, he felt disoriented and not because he'd taken a hit to the head.

Naruto wasn't prepared to let it deter him though. He was hungry, food was a good idea and he could talk to whoever was there about the pictures and the flying chairs. Right?

[earnedmystripes]

[Kotetsu doesn't generally come out to Cape Canaveral at new arrival time--he's usually busy either at his actual job or out doing his hero thing, and he'd get a chance to see most of them at the swear-in anyway, but he happens to be in the area today and sees the familiar crowds that signal the Porter has just spat out its new batch, so he takes a detour on the way heading back to Heropa, and approaches one of the younger imPorts he sees, adopting a friendly grin.]

Hey, welcome to Florida. You looking for the malt shop, or just taking everything in?

[After all, he hasn't forgotten the free drinks they offer to newly imPorted people.]

Spike | Buffy the Vampire Slayer

[bigbad]

3 - Early Canon Point Option

[Those skateboards seem like a lot of fun, and Spike's ride wasn't transported with him. He's smoking a cigarette and watching the kids skateboard until one comes a bit closer, then he jumps up and grabs the skateboard, yanking it down and letting the kid keep moving as gravity and inertia will take him. He probably shouldn't be amused by the kid's grunts of pain, but really, the boy isn't even bleeding. He probably shouldn't be out this late anyway.

Spike drops the cigarette on the ground and steps onto the skateboard. It's not as stable as he might have hoped, but he has vampire grace to help with that.

Even so, he'll definitely be falling off a time or two before he masters it.]

4 - Late Canon Point Option

[The speeding car doesn't worry Spike too much. He's been hit by cars before. It's unpleasant, but he'll live. Besides, he can probably outrun it and get the kids out of the way if he starts running now.

The much bigger problem is that blazing sun beating down on the street just feet away from his shady corner. But he's running out of options, and the kids are running out of time without another savior in sight.]

Oh... bloody hell.

[He makes a break for it, already starting to smoke the second his flesh hits the light. By the time he reaches the street, he's on fire. He manages to shove the kids out of the way before the car hits him, sending him flying. Mercifully, he lands in the shade of another building. He does love cities for the way the tall buildings on each side make it so easy to avoid direct sunlight. He crumples to the ground and pulls out his flask. Onlookers are staring. He's not being a very good role model.

He struggles to sit up and holds up his flask, giving a pained grin.]

Cheers.

[And he drinks. He bloody well deserves it.]

4

[hominify]

[Kieren is still adjusting to the fact that it's not just the living and PDS, here--that there are normal and not-so-normal people with powers, as they'd called it. He wonders if this is what it was like for the people of Roarton during the Rising, realizing that the undead, all those things that go bump in the night, weren't just figments of their imagination.

Slightly less maiming and killing in Florida so far, though.

He watches with fascination as Spike starts smoking--literally--and waits until the crowd's died down a little before he approaches him, awkwardly.]

Are you all right? You were looking a little... [Kieren's brow knits, lips pursed as he tries to come up with an appropriate word and not really succeeding.] ...crispy.

hana morenos | michiko and hatchin | 2

[morenos]

[ Man, did the Porter ever fuck up on this one. It's very obvious this child can't be more than ten, and an undernourished ten at that, so it's a good thing they're giving out malts so freely! The girl hunched up on this particular cherry-red stool is about 4 feet nothing, skinny as a popsicle stick but for the giant puff of cotton candy-dimensioned hair topping her body off, and so mad, guys. So mad, in fact, she's going to mutter under her breath like a grumpy old man once her server wanders off, apparently unaware of the fact that people can very easily hear her. ]

-- a hero? What's that supposed to mean, anyway? It definitely can't be right. Absolutely not!

[ She punctuates this tirade by taking a long drag off a milkshake approximately the size of her head. The shake wasn't what Hana asked for -- really, she was hoping she could get a coconut or something -- but it is what the matronly woman behind the countertop decided was the next best thing after spotting her tattoo. Also a byproduct of local generosity: the stupid paper soda jerk hat on top of her fluffy head, which was deemed "just adorable."

She seriously considered giving it to someone else first, just in case it's drugged. But she watched her make it... if there's anything in there, everyone else here is probably drinking it too. Not that that's really much comfort. ]

Even the time's all wrong...

[ Everything about it is wrong! So why? It's a question Hana can't answer. She's always had a lot of those, but they usually don't come with brainfreeze. Speaking of which, ow. ]

hope it's okay if i reply in prose : >

[threerequests]

A girl, only a year older than Hana, has also just been given a malt shake. Albeit confused, she's taken in the situation quietly. If a stranger has approached her to take a picture, she's replied in turn with a question of her own, trying to figure out what exactly this place was.

The denial draws her attention, and she stops, looking to Hana curiously.

"Why's it wrong?" She tilts her head slightly.

Heroes were the good guys, right? Did she disagree with it? Was she unhappy to be in a new place, too? But, she's been told that new places were a lot of fun by her older brother.

kieren walker | in the flesh

[hominify]

2. [It's not quite as disorienting as waking up in his coffin, clawing his way up through the cold soil--but if Kieren had to rank the experiences, they'd come close.

He hasn't touched his cover-up mousse in a while, or put his contact lenses in, but as he wanders the streets, trying to get his bearings, he realizes that the staring is because he's PDS--the pin-prick eyes, pale skin, blue lips and veins, all inhuman--but there's no fear or apprehension accompanying it. After the first cheery photo request, which he's too startled to say no to, blinking away the residual flashbulb going off behind his eyes as he stumbles away, Kieren suddenly wishes he could go incognito, blend in with the locals.

Drawing up the hood of his sweatshirt will have to do, for the moment. He keeps his head down as he pushes open the doors of the malt shop, sitting down at a table and not even bothering to look at the menu. There's no point, since he can't actually drink anything.]

Just--a water, please. Thanks.

shrieks a little

[valr]

[The kid draws Kara's attention because he doesn't look quite human, and he also looks pretty uncomfortable about it, so she follows him into the malt shop. She waits for him to take a seat before wandering over.

She feels a bit protective of new supernatural beings, and that's what she's assuming this kid is.]

I ain't the waitress.

[Sorry Kieren.

A waitress wouldn't be taking the seat opposite him.]

2 (technically) but wildcard anywhere | Cupid | Hercules/Xena: Warrior Princess

[cupideros]

[ All right, admittedly, Cupid hadn't paid much attention to, say, anything that'd been going on. His wrist felt strange, but it wasn't the only thing feeling strange at the time - what the heck kind of architecture was this place? - and he'd been more concerned to get topside out into the air than he was to, well, wondering at the odd costumes that were even less Greek or Roman as often his universe is concerned than usual.

Only he learned very, very fast that some of the easiest things in the world for him to do were surprisingly... not... easy. Like teleporting where he wanted: he thought "Greece," he ended up standing next to some spitting torture machine by a man in a tiny hat who had screeched and dropped his metal basket into the hissing, boiling oil there-in.

"Grease" wasn't what he had in mind. Way not cool.

So he ends up back on base, shirtless, white wings out and visible on his back, in the middle of a crowd of people with a crossbow and arrows on hand, shouting up to the sky: ]

Mom, if this has anything to do with you, I'm telling you right now - not cool!

[ Though his mom really shouldn't be capable of this... has he pissed off anyone else in Olympus lately? Normally, the god of love doesn't get shunted anywhere except when butting heads with Aphrodite... ]

[redhairring]

[ Oh my God, it's a winged shirtless man, this place is going Barbarella on them and Freddie is totally fine with that. She blatantly stares at Cupid for a bit, looking at his abs before she realizes wait a moment, she's staring, go talk to the hot shirtless guy.

So, small little appreciative smile on her face, Freddie walked over to Cupid, trying her hardest not to stare and failing miserably. ]

Sorry, but probably? Your mom's not here.

thor ★ mcu

[mjolnir]

option ii:

[ To say he was entirely used to Midgardian culture would be an outright lie. To say he could fake it enough by now would be closer to the truth. Sure, there are still some things he doesn't particularly get, but he'll figure it out. Observing or asking or both. By this point in Thor's life he's learned that no shame lies within questions.

If there's anything odd about locals making a fuss over him, he wouldn't really know. It's par for the course to get stares and strange looks while on Midgard; certainly used to accolades and being approached while in Asgard. It's all par for the course in the day of one Thor Odinson. And it's fun, really, being approached by strangers of all ages and posing for photographs or sharing a conversation or two. In the grand scheme of things, it makes him feel far less lonely. And that, as it happens, is something important.

He can't say he's in the know of what malts are, but according to the last young maiden he'd spoken with, he'd learned they were a "totally awesome" cold beverage. Well, he certainly can't say no to something like that, can he?

No, he cannot!

After finding the right venue, fighting to fit inside a booth and eventually just giving up that particular ghost, he takes up shop at the counter and clearly enjoying himself, Mjolnir lavishly treated to the stool next to him.

And, look. He's not even throwing anything on the floor. ]

option iv:

[ It's not that he believes himself a hero; certainly not after all the things he's done in his life and the things he will undoubtedly do in the future. However, he believes in doing what's right, in lending aid when the moment arises.

A moment, it seems, that comes up quicker than he would have expected.

He sees the children and the fast approaching car, unsure if he can possibly make it. Doesn't mean he's not going to try. (For a moment Thor contemplates hurling Mjolnir at the car itself, but as learned a thing or two about destruction and figures that likely isn't the best way to make a lasting good impression upon these people, so he opts for the other option.) Speed, when not using his hammer, isn't always on his side, but he still manages to get there in time, hands reaching out to grab both children by the backs of their shirts, ducking and rolling with them to safety. ]

It would do you well to remain out of roadways lest you find yourself without a limb.

ii.

[liverletdie]

[ It isn't to say that he hadn't seen Thor so casually enjoying a malt before, but the fact of the matter was, he did it so brazenly that it was hard to ignore the old -- to him -- compatriot. Not that they got along, or that he wasn't going to approach with caution. Especially considering earlier interactions -- both here and recently at home.

Well, he had cloned the guy. He suspected that there was an alright reason to be annoyed, but he figured eventually he'd get over it, or maybe he wouldn't recognize him at all.

That would be ideal. ]

So -- [ He says, sliding into a seat nearby, but giving a single seat's berth (the one on the opposite side of mjolnir) ] You like the fare or is it not as good as what you can get in Asgard?

Death the Kid || Soul Eater

[grimreaping]

TWO.
He can't get over why there's no face on the sun and it's very distracting, but Cape Canaveral seems pleasant enough otherwise, aside from the who deposition into presumed heroics part aside. Kid's not sure how they got him here, or how they didn't get Liz and Patty at the same time. He's certainly got no interest in swearing allegiance to any organization other than Shibusen, and certainly not one that starts its alliance by kidnapping half of partnership. Really, that's just common sense and good manners.

"Excuse me," he said, stopping someone on the street. "Could you direct me to the nearest governmental office?"

THREE.
Those kids aren't the only ones with their snazzy flying skateboards, and Kid is using his to scope out the area from the air. Seeing the dichotomy of old style and new technology piques his interest, but the heightened stress of being trapped in an unfamiliar place is making him notice all sorts of things he'd usually try to ignore.

Which is why he's landed next to a very vintage, very expensive car and pulled one of the side mirrors clean off, and is now trying to reattach it critically, mumbling the whole time about "terrible alignments".

3

[hands4healing]

Winry heard the horrible sound of tortured metal, and whirled around, trying to find what had made the sound. "What do you think you're doing?"

Alluka Zoldyck l Hunter x Hunter ( two )

[threerequests]

[ The ocean air smelled and felt nice. A child, no older than 11 is looking around almost aimlessly, but she never wanders too far from the area. She wasn't used to being able to be on her own, nor was she used to being outside at this point in time. Every-so-often she'd looking around, as though looking for someone in particular.

While she hadn't wandered very far around the area, she was able to get a free drink from the malt shop. It was only after that some of the locals had asked for a picture, where she'd happily agree with a "'kay."

A hero, though? She'd become used to the opposite idea. The idea seemed far more pleasant than where she was before. She hadn't had a chance to question it.

If she spots your character, she'll reach over and tug at their clothing, looking to them curiously. ]

Hey, Mister. Tell me more about this place? [ Or Miss, if your character is female. ]

saves the heartbreak for in game

[gonstop]

[Either later in the day or the next day entirely, Killua has taken to showing Alluka around the city. He holds her hand as they walk, a bag of halloween candy in his other from the shop they'd just visited.

The fact that he'd completely forgotten about her still plagues him, but he shoves it aside for now, smiling her way.]

Say, Alluka. Do you want to meet a friend of mine?

tom mcnair | being human (uk)

[bays]

2.

[It doesn't smell like Barry Island, and Tom doesn't look much like a superhero. But folks are nice enough to him, even if some of them find it a little hard to follow along when he asks them a question. It's probably for the best, when a good deal of them are about the devil.

He's gonna find that old man. Kick him in the teeth, no apologies. And then again for Alex and Hal.

For awhile he just wanders the streets on his own, eventually turning up at the malt shop.]

For free? Really? Ah thanks, mate.

[Whether this is all real or a dream, Tom is thirsty and milkshakes are his favorite. He sucks it through the straw, quickly hisses and presses a palm against his forehead. See, this is what happens when no one's around to tell him not to drink too fast. Brain freeze.]

[teaspectre]

[ She's picked up a weird habit of visiting the malt shop at least twice a week. They even know her by name now, and Mitchell's bit of extra spending money tends to disappear into the ice cream confections she treats herself with. She can eat them now, so why shouldn't she?

All it means is that she's coming into the shop (which is busy as usual; this is arrival time, isn't it?) with it's little door chime, smiling her way up to the counter and perusing the options to start with. It also means she isn't recognizing anyone else in the shop, even for the homey, familiar type of accent. There aren't too many here in America, after all. ]

Strawberry and chocolate scoops for me, thanks.

Kiyotaka Ishimaru | Dangan Ronpa

[needsairtime]

02.
[Waking up with a foggy head, in an unfamiliar area, surrounded by unfamiliar faces, being informed about an unfamiliar new lifestyle actually feels distressingly familiar. A pervasive feeling of dread and maybe a little queasiness flows through him. It's amazing how this can be even more disorienting than what happened before.

Whenever things are confusing, however... there's only one clear way to get things back in line. Ishimaru moves swiftly, with his expression stern and back straight, moving straight in front of the first person he sees.]

You there! I need you to give me all the information you can provide on this place, immediately!

[He pulls out a notepad and pen from his pocket, while making very intense eye contact.]

I'll be taking notes for future reference, so make sure not to leave any details out! This is of utmost importance!

[sugoooi]

That--notes?? But I... I don't...?? [ What a way to get introduced to this place. He hasn't been taking photos with his cell for more than five minutes before someone comes up out of the blue and just starts barking demands at him. He isn't used to such direct confrontation--especially when he doesn't actually know anything that could be of use--and balks a little. ]

I'm innocent! [ He blurts out the first thing that comes to mind. ]

teresa agnes ₪ tmr ( book 3 spoilers )

[munies]

4

[ well! this is all very- not how she imagined things would be like, after making that last decision, shoving Thomas out of the way and- yeah. some part of her wants to be hiding out in some closed off little area, away from the world ( whatever world this is, because it can't be hers and boy, isn't that the most confusing thing in the world? ) so she can scream and cry over what happened, how things turned out. but a much bigger part of her is too curious to let herself focus on the emotional ??? she's feeling right now, her curiosity for the unknown making it impossible to break down in whatever way. which is probably for the best! the information she got from the car-briefing is still swimming around in the back of her head, but she's still wandering around like a tourist, she's sure, her eyes moving too quickly to try and take everything in, every car and shop window filled with gadgets that wouldn't make sense in her world, don't exist, or exist in a totally different way.

she's only pulled out of her "ooo, what's that?" daze when she hears the sound of those tires screeching around the corner just up ahead, sirens blaring not too long after. maybe her adrenaline's still pumping from the fight she just came out of back home, but she spins 180 to shout- ]

Hey!

[ because she knows there were kids playing back there at the other end of the road ( she stopped to try and see if their skateboards were anything like something she might've seen back home ) and the street isn't long enough and the car's moving too fast and this- is stupid-! but she's dead already, isn't she? ( whoa, let's not focus on that ) so it doesn't feel like such a risk, running out into the street as the car barrels closer. if anything, she's hoping they'll stop. they have to slam on the breaks, at least, right? who wouldn't?

apparently, this guy wouldn't.

but again, Teresa's working with the assumption that either a) this isn't real, or b) this is some crazy afterlife that her brain managed to cook up after ..everything, so. she turns away from the car, not exactly wanting to be hit head on, but- well, it doesn't really work out that way, anyway. the car makes impact, but instead of throwing her forward or even shoving her to the ground, her feet dig into the concrete. which kind of hurts, but not in the way she, uh, imagined it would. it feels like a person is pushing against her, not a car. so in the split second it takes her to realize the impact didn't kill me, she leans her shoulder into the force, pitching her weight and shoving back.

which makes no logical sense at all, but neither is the fact that her boots are carving tracks into the street and she's actually slowing the car in front of her down until eventually, it stops. the sirens are too loud and the driver is getting out of his car, red-faced and pulling out some kind of weapon behind him, but she's not sticking around to get a good look at. maybe the cops intercept the guy, maybe they don't, but Teresa's taking off in a sprint before she has a chance to see for herself. ]

[ ooc; i'm cool with someone stopping her before she gets too far, or someone noticing her pacing around going "WhAAAAAT??" to herself a few blocks away, or... pretty much anything! anything is good too. working with the assumed power of supa strength, for now. just 'cause. ]

[sugoooi]

[ He wasn't one of the kids in the road but Sam was definitely close enough to see everything from the moment the speeds down the road, how its hood folds in on itself upon impact with Teresa and how she manages to come out of it unscathed. He's got the whole thing set to record on his phone when he looks up and realizes she's sprinting by him only an alley mouth or two away.

Mouth agape and eyes wide, Sam does the only thing he can think of in the wake of what he's just witnessed: he runs after her.

He's been told that he and the other newcomers are supposed to be Heroes and stuff, but this is the first time he's actually ever seen anyone demonstrate using them. His own file hadn't been especially helpful. Apparently "Nothing" was his talent--but this girl... Now she had a power. It was incredible! And she's so fast too! Or maybe he's just short--either way, by the time he manages to catch up it's not because of any great physical feat on his part. It's because the mystery girl has apparently stopped to pace and...talk to herself? ]

H...hey! [ gasp, pant. Sam doubles over and leans his hands on his thighs. ] You're...you're one of them! The heroes... Right??

hank schrader | breaking bad | (2)

[schrader]

[ Doesn't matter that he's been given a clean suit. Doesn't matter that it's a beautiful day. Doesn't matter that he's got an iced coffee just sitting there melting, or that he's probably getting a sunburn on his head that'll make him sorry. Doesn't matter what's good, or what's bad, because none of it is home. That puts it on a level with words he doesn't know. Florida doesn't even sum it up, and it's pretty bad on it's own.

Despite sitting out in the sun in his wheelchair, he's not lounging. He's not sitting like a guy would on a park bench, but instead like anyone might at an office desk. He isn't looking around with a casual front, although there is a newspaper. It's just a crumpled mess on the sidewalk beside him, the bullshit inside only further proof that none of this can be real. But even if it might feel like a dream, he isn't treating it like one. He's looking at everyone like they're a potential enemy (they are), and coming to terms with the realization he may not see his wife for a long time. That's the entire reason he had to leave the building in the first place: making too big of a scene over Marie's whereabouts. The jags thought he'd just cooperate because he can't walk on his own? He can still fire a gun.

Sucking air in through his teeth, he scratches angrily at the spot on his wrist they chose to violate, even if the tattoo isn't visible right now. He doesn't even want to think about what other Frankenstein crap they tried on him. His file wasn't reassuring. Working for the government doesn't entail this level of BS, that much he knows, no matter what Hollywood likes to dazzle laymen with. It's left him completely stuck on how to proceed.

Just when he'd finally had his motivation jump-started again, with Marie's tentative smile still alive in his memory and the Los Pollos logo sitting right in front of him, he's suddenly in the land of nod and unicorns, except these unicorns are just people with super powers. Supposedly. His inner child can't even get any enjoyment out of the prospects, not with everything he is invested in the life he had.

Fuck 'em. This isn't his government. Is it? Fuck. What he wouldn't give for a cigar and his wife's nagging opinions. ]

[5055034455]

[Now here's something that might catch Hank's attention: A little ways down the sidewalk, something is happening. A ruckus, one might say. Something that's causing women to squeal excitedly — but it's not the squeal of young, nubile women, no. This is not the squeal one would hear at a TeenBoyHeartthrob concert. This? This is more like the sound of hungry crows about to feast.

This is the squeal of middle-aged women. Of 50 Shades of Gray-readers. Of daytime TV-watchers.

And boy, are they excited to see Judge Goodman in their midst.

In case Hank can't see Saul's smug face from his vantage point, he's sure to pick up on that unmistakable timbre; Saul has to be loud to calm his adoring fans down, after all.]

Ladies, ladies!

[And there's that laugh.]

One at a time, please!

[Hank Schrader, welcome to your nightmare.]

Flash | Flash Gordon

[impratical]

2;

[ It's amazing being back on Earth, even if it may not be his Earth. Flash wanders the streets and greets the locals with an easy grin and relaxed waves. He lets them take all the pictures they want, and it's clear that this is a man who knows how to work a camera and charm a crowd.

Still, the fact that Doc and Dale are nowhere to be seen worries him. It's a ball of stress in the pit of his stomach that prevents him from enjoying the sun and the surf to the fullest. Every few minutes he looks up at the sky, and this time he almost runs into the nearest person on the sidewalk. ]

— oh, jeez, sorry. Wasn't looking where I was going! Are you okay?

[biotically]

[ Maybe it was that pesky earth gravity -- or any number of factors, but really, it was mostly that it wasn't just Gordon who wasn't paying attention. The person he nearly ran into was scooting away at the very last second, which mostly landed him against a wall, before he blinked in surprise. Honestly, he needed to pay better attention, his head too lost in the clouds. ]

Oh, I'm fine. [ Straighten up, rub at the arm that landed hard against a brick wall. You alright?

Adam Monroe | Heroes | Option 3

[godcomplexing]

He finally went completely out of his mind. That was the only thing he could think of to explain what he was seeing. He was very cagey anyway, but to run across so many familiar things but still be completely stumped by them does not make matters better. If only the damned carp hadn't stolen his sword again. As it was, Adam was watching everything with a wary eye. Unfortunately, the longer he stood absorbing the atmosphere, the more he had to admit all of this was real.

The only upside he can find is that since this place does bear some resemblance to a world he knows, maybe he will find a way to assimilate. Once his head stopped spinning.

Alexis Castle | Castle

[raisingdad]

3

[Alexis is walking around, mildly traumatized. After waking up here, being "debriefed", told that she was a superhero now (seriously?), and the cheering people trying to take her picture in the streets, she's had enough. She's laying low, pulling the hood of her jacket up over her head, even though she's apparently in Florida now and it's hot as hell here. Her main objective to avoid being approached until she can figure out what the hell is going on. Maybe this is some kind of dream. If so, it's vivid, and she's not waking up. Maybe she's been kidnapped again, but that doesn't explain why she's free to walk around and why people are welcoming her, not treating her like a prisoner.

She turns a corner onto a major road and stops short at the sight of the city around her. Flying cars and skateboards? She feels like she's stepped into "Back To The Future". This makes no sense. She can now add hallucinations to the list of whatever she's experiencing.

Alexis leans against the nearest building, her eyes closed for a moment as she tries to calm down. The only way she'll be able to formulate a plan is to remain calm.]

[hands4healing]

Hey, are you all right?

[Winry doesn't actually touch the young woman, but she does reach out a hand.]

I know it's a lot to take in. It uh...

[Well, doesn't exactly get better.]

Vanessa Ives // Penny Dreadful

[huntedby]

II

Vanessa is doing her utmost not to stand out; but in her clothing, in such contrast to those around her, it seems she will fail to fade into the background. To have attention on her, like this, is no welcome. She has had too many eyes on her, for too long--regardless how kind these people appear to be, this is not London. This is not her home, not her time, not her place. Everything feels wrong, and everything within her fills with a deep sense of foreboding, the tightness of anxiety curling and twisting at her stomach.

Perhaps she has finally gone mad, now. Or perhaps this is a vision that has somehow become more real than any vision before her.

So rude as it may seem, when people approach her, she fixes them with one of her clearest glares, and gestures for them to move, her bare hand flicking.

"I wish for answers, not to have my likeness captured."

III

The technology is overwhelming for someone from Vanessa's time. She has managed to find a place to rest within a restaurant, ordering a tea. Despite this world she has been thrust into, against her will, at least some things remain constant. Tea is still tea, and as she drinks it, she allows the warmth of it center and calm her. Her palms itch; she needs to find a more private place, to find a tarot deck, and attempt to find answers. To push her thoughts into the ether, and hope that something answers back. Demon or angel, she cares not--she only wishes to feel something familiar, now, even if it is her tormentor.

But she can't do that here, now. There are too many eyes, and no one to help her, none of her merry little band of misfits to help her if things go wrong. So instead, she stares out into the streets, attempting to take in the sights and sounds passing in front of her, as pale hands grip tightly to her cup, as if it were a lifeline, and to let go, would set her adrift.

[ooc: prose or action is fine.]

ii

[brushoff]

"There's nothing wrong with having your picture made," Dorian calmly responded, as he walked up to Vanessa, smile on his face like someone who's indulging in a private joke. He had noticed her outfit almost instantly. It brought up a sense of nostalgia in him--after all, when was the last time he saw clothes like that? He, on the other hand, was dressed in a chic gray oxford with a charcoal sweater over top and black slacks: a put-together outfit that gave off a sense of the wearer's taste.

"Besides, they're probably just excited to see someone new."

Newton Geiszler | Pacific Rim

[kaijugrrroupie]

2;

[Okay, so forgetting everything that's happened to him within the last half hour--which, by the way, he's not entirely sure isn't a drift induced side effect of some sort because he's the only guy who drifted with a kaiju and this shit isn't normal--he's outside and it isn't raining. He's outside, and there isn't a typhoon beating down on him, there isn't any sign of kaiju threat and he's not in Hong Kong and the sun is shining. There's freaking ice cream--god, he can't remember the last time he had mint chocolate malt thanks to the rationing--and people keep treating him like he's some sort of rock star. Which, hell yeah they should be treating him like some kind of rock star because that's exactly what he is. A rockstar superhero. Who saved the goddamn world.

Well. Not this world. Assuming it's a world and not some sort of weird drift-hallucination because he doesn't remember coming to Cape Canaveral, but he doesn't know if Hermann had. It doesn't seem like he's chased any RABIT's, and he's pretty sure Mutavore and baby Otachi didn't drink malts by the beach--but that's a cute mental image he's not going to be able to erase from his mind.

A few of the locals want pictures with him as he wanders around, which is weird but he obliges, rolling his arms up to give them a good view of the Kaiju dancing up his arms thanks to the heat. They gasp, but it's not met with the usual distain and anger his tattoos usually cause. Only wonder and excitement and free milkshakes. And more photographs.

He could get used to this. Damn, why isn't Hermann here to get it rubbed in his stupid frogmouthed face?]

[khajidont]

[Normally, Jaime tries to stay small and inconspicuous and the hell away from the crowds on newbie day, but when the job demands it, it's unavoidable. All he had been doing was fielding an armed robbery, and the next thing you know, people are swarming him.

He can't blame them, considering his appearance, covered from head-to-toe in blue and black carapace, the glow of his yellow eyes practically invisible in the midday sun, and conspicuously not a native. Luckily, he sees someone who seems to be soaking up the attention.] Hey, look, I'm not -- look, that guy looks pretty popular, right?

[The curiosity of the natives is fickle, and soon a few more natives are sent in Newt's direction. Jaime offers him an apologetic smile and a thumbs up as he ducks away from the stream of people, and now that some of the attention is safely off him, he notes,] To be fair to them, your tattoos are pretty cool.

Sam Grigory | OC

[sugoooi]

2 - Cape Carnival

[ Well he...isn't exactly in costume and there's not much xenobiological about him, so honestly? Sam just blends right into the crowd. He's short enough that the moment he winds up in it he's basically overshadowed by the more conspicuous-looking imPorts. More than anything else he actually just looks like some sort of tourist trying to find reception or directions on their cell. It's pretty sad. There is just nothing spectacular about this guy other than his looking a) totally lost and b) totally impressed by everything ever. These people still use posters for advertisements--how crazy is that?? ]

It's like being in a movie... [ And he might be talking to himself, also. While taking phone snapshots of literally everything ever. ]

3 - literally the worst at technology

[ Not the kind he's used to back in his own world mind you, but Sam has had precious little experience with skateboards that actually stay off the ground when you launch them. So of course the very first thing he's going to do is try to convince some of the kids to let him try too!

It starts off all okay: he gets on the board, tries a few simple pushes to get himself going...and then it all goes downhill from there. He isn't prepared for the lift-off and finds himself tipping right back off the end of the board to land in a heap on the ground. And before he even lifts himself up he notices that it's still rising and he scrambles quickly to jump and grab the darn thing.

Which he does! It's just not exactly going down and now he's stuck hanging from it, suspended ten feet off the ground while all the kids around him laugh. It's not exactly his finest moment here. ]

Don't laugh...!! Tell me how to turn if off...!

natasha romanoff ♔ marvel cinematic universe

[expatriates]

[ Every mission involves a good cover.

When the Cold War never ended, that sometimes means disappointing a part of herself that wants to own her past. The Red Scare was nothing on paper next to what it's like in reality. Natasha's eyes drift shut, an unconscious twitch, when she hears them pipe up again behind her.

Her hands hesitate on the loaf of bread so she can listen to the conversation going on a few feet away in the dining area. A group of men sitting around a tiny circular table, scowling about the communists. One expresses uncertainty about his Russian-American neighbor—he might be a spy. Natasha pulls the bread off the shelf, turning to stare directly at him with a flat look.

Dropping the bread pointedly into her shopping basket, she moves to a different row, heels clacking on tile.

It's not worth it. ]

[agog]

[ Natasha may be trying to maintain a cover but Simmons is still a pretty bad liar despite vast improvements to the contrary. Not that it matters, she's not trying to hide who she is or what she used to be, a scientist of SHIELD, as she shops, grabbing a bottle of hot sauce to add to her shopping basket whose only other contents is... beer.

She stops, however, mid-aisle when she spots a familiar face. Or well, a face that is familiar to her, she doubts that Agent Romanov has a bloody clue who she is, especially given their team was kept under wraps because of Coulson's... resurrection.

So here, Natasha, have a girl standing, holding her basket, and staring at you like a fangirl. Because while she may not be a scientific marvel like Captain Rogers or Bruce Banner, she is... well, a badass superspy, most of whose missions Simmons only knows bits and pieces about due to her level five status. ]

rustin cohle | true detective ( 2 )

[deduct]

[the ocean smells artificial, like a faded photograph that someone wanted to restore. he doesn't want to be here. the streets feel empty to him, the people, the crowds, the way their eyes lit up-- made him feel like a buzzer was going off in the back of their heads making them do whatever it was they were doing. the people don't approach him like he watches them approach others, but a few do, here and there. the first few times he tries to get a little more information out of them, but they don't give him much. he ignores the next few locals who stray toward him, hoping they'll go away.

but it keeps happening. at one point, when he's feeling particularly agitated, he holds up both his hands, a signal known to indicate he doesn't mean any trouble. his expression gives an entirely different signal, however: his jaw is tight, eyes narrowed, chin tipped up; it's a warning. they keep doing what they're doing, and somebody's going to get smacked.

somebody gets the picture, luckily, and he's left alone. he ducks away into the malt shop, slipping into the bathroom. a couple of minutes and a pulse check later, he's back outside, keeping to smaller streets. he needs to sit down, needs to really take everything in, but he doesn't know where a quiet place is. he wants complete silence, and it doesn't seem like that's going to happen any time soon.]

This is too fuckin' weird.

[schrader]

[ And who's this guy to argue? The abrupt observation just gets a dry chuckle out of Hank as he passes by, stopping in his slow perusal of the smaller streets to check out Captain Obvious. Well, can't be too hard on the guy. At least he's looking at it like people should, and not like it's just another fucking day.

Scratching at his nose, he makes an exaggerated motion to look behind him over the back of the wheelchair. ]

Tell me about it. Let me know if a bunch of freaks start taggin' along behind me and callin' me Professor.

Emmet Brickowski | The LEGO Movie

[everythingisawesome]

2:

Whistling the tune of his favorite song Emmet merrily skipped along the walkways, barely managing to keep out from underfoot. This place was crawling with people, regular citizens and powered up superheroes alike. It made a small person like Emmet feel, well... but he wasn't going to let it get him down! He was just as special as anyone else brought here and he had a title to prove it.

"Hello, random citizen!" He greeted a sandal-clad foot as it stepped on by. To a sneaker passing on his other size Emmet gave a friendly wave and a wink. He was sure they would be more friendly if they weren't so busy getting where they needed to go. Emmet was from a big city; he knew how it could be when you couldn't afford distractions.

On the side of the street was a hot dog vendor and the sight of such large sausage links made him gasp. Boy, what Randy would say if he could be right there with him! Feeling spunky, Emmet skipped up to the vendor and gave him a wave. "One of your ginormous hot dogs, please!"

---

4:

A registered Hero, huh? That's what the little tattoo on Emmet's arm was supposed to indicate though he couldn't see it right now. Sure, back home he was a hero but here? He was just a small guy. Tiny. Insignificant.

But no, Emmet was The Special and he knew it to be true! He just had to figure out how to show it. "I can't just let Vitruvius down. Not back home and not here either."

But standing around and thinking about it wasn't helping. And that's when Emmet saw the car. His first response was to run, but then he stopped and thought, wait, what would Lucy do? Memories of Bad Cop's car hurtling towards him came back to mind and Emmet set to work, ripping up parts of the street and adjusting it just as he had seen her do it. He wasn't as fast as Lucy had been that day but he wasn't too slow for a new MasteBuilder either.

"Hah!" Emmet declared at last. "Take that! A ramp!"

Except just as he got out of the way the car drove right on over it, and the police cars after it did the same. It seemed cars hovering off the ground couldn't be stopped by the five inch tall incline Emmet had created.

Blinking, he watched them go by with a blank look on his face. "... oh."

4

[animosus]

And then a much larger version of the Green Lantern that pestered Lego!Superman looms over him.

"Woah! How'd you do that?"

It was a walking, talking lego figure that managed to reshape the environment. Hal hadn't realised toys had gotten that advanced.

Morticia Addams | The Addams Family | 04

[morewidows]

[Debbie's homicidal reaction to her parents' gift of Malibu Barbie is making much more sense the longer Morticia spends in Florida. This climate is abominable, torturous in the unpleasant ways. Why should there ever be this much sun? There is no reason for this much sun. She might have killed her parents for daring to gift her a Barbie from such a region, too.

It was good to be a Frump.

She looks exceptionally out of place in her long, dark dress. She looks exceptionally out of place when she passes through anywhere with shade and a line of light still manages to strike just across her eyes. Now? She looks exceptionally interested at the children on the skateboards being right in the path of a speeding car. Whoever is behind the wheel has chosen the road as their blank canvas, and Morticia is not the Hero to stop a painter in action.]

Hopefully none will be spared.

[If someone overhears her—and it would not be surprising, the streets as they are—she doesn't mind. She'll only mind it if someone steps in. Why ruin art?]

I <3 U

[hands4healing]

Wh-what did you say?

[Winry overheard the pale woman dressed in black, her expression completely confused.]

alex millar | being human | 2

[cheapdate]

[ alex has pinched herself a bit, decided she wasn't dreaming, but--

she's got to still be fucking dreaming, is the thing. she's managed to get off with her jacket, she's got a body, she's got a pulse! or she thinks she has, at any rate. a free milkshake isn't even remotely close to topping the list of things she'd have wanted to eat when she'd come back to life, but the point is that she's back to life. she'll take whatever she can get. ]

Oi, you've not got an idea of where Robert Downey Jr lives do you?

[ since she's dreaming, might as well make the attempt, right? ]

chokes on air YES MORE GHOST

[teaspectre]

[ Malt shop is the place to be on 'free malt day'. Not that she technically qualifies, but in the spirit of new arrivals (even despite the B.S. going on in the news), she'll acquire herself one none the less. The owner is a sweetheart.

Eavesdropping is a great nasty habit she's yet to kick, but it's not hard to pick up on attractive, Hollywood names. ]

Has he even got a house in Florida?

namgoong yona | snowpiercer ( 2 + 4 )

[precipere]

2.

[ There's more people than she ever imagined.

The train always seemed crowded. In the middle section there were less people than in the tail. The tail people had made the train seem crowded, like her small world was filling up too quickly with too many faces.

That was nothing compared to this.

Everywhere she turned there were people moving about, looking at her, saying things too quickly for her to process. Everything was too loud. She clamped her hands over her ears, trying to drown out the sounds as she looked. Where was Timmy? He had to be here right?

Then she saw it. Through the crowd she saw it. Her hands drop to her sides, and she stares past all the people as she begins to move. She's pacing slowly, then she's running, shoving people to the side until she reaches what she spotted.

She falls to her knees on the grass, pulling it up to stare at it. Then she notices past the grass there's more. There's brown dirt. ]

Earth. [ She murmurs, eyes wide as she lifts the dirt and rubs it around on her hand. There was so much of it.

She wished she had paid attention to her father. ]

4.

[ She's minding her own business, just like she always planned. She moves through the city like it's not even there. Not like she's the ghost, but like they all are. She's pushes past people on the street, shoving with no real regard to any of them. They don't matter. Her head is killing her. She hasn't found kronole in days and withdrawal is starting to set in.

Her headache seems to be increasing, though. At an alarming rate. One second she's moving and the next she's stopping. She shuts her eyes tight and puts her hands on her head, feeling like it's about to split in half.

Her eyes open without her opening them, she looks glassed over for a moment.

Then she snaps out of it, the headache abating. She turns wildly, frantically. She can hear them now, sounds she had learned to drown out. Sirens in the distance. She's running into the street before the car even comes around the corner. She tackles the kid in the lead and it's enough to make the other one swerve out of the way to avoid her and wreck into her instead. The result is all three come crashing onto the ground just as the car shows up and speeds past them, cops chasing it.

Yona stares after the cops, then at the children. She shoves the children away from her, suddenly angers. ]

You fuckers! Stay out of the road. [ She gets up in a huff, angered and trying to get away. But more at the strange visions she had received showing the kids death by the car. Visions she had never had before. Maybe there was something to that 'clairvoyant' thing Curtis had mentioned before.... ]

2

[aggressiveapathy]

[ Ah, newbie week. Last month she'd found a collection of teenager hobos with an affinity for cats and sugar, so she's interested to see what the porter will be tossing out to top those finds. There'd been a few maybes, but, so far, girl apparently tripping balls on the grass was looking like the real contender.

April had turned the corner just in time to see her diving onto the public space, and by the time she actually reached the edge of the park the grass had been pulled aside and the dirt exposed. Yup. This could be a winner. April folded her arms across her chest, remaining on the sidewalk a few feet behind the girl, and tilted her head slightly to the side.]

Are you secretly a squirrel person?