sure, jan

[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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Kai | LOK

[airscoundrel]

wildcard;

[What a lovely day! A bit on the cold side, it’s probably this wind. But still a perfect day to just take a stroll around, minding one’s business. Maybe to go walking to work, or grocery shopping, or simply visiting a friend!

And suddenly there’s a breeze. How curious, isn’t it? And suddenly something- a hat, a a scarf, a bag- something goes with that sudden current of wind. But ah, don’t worry because there’s this totally not suspicious kid with a really bright smile and really big and adorable eyes giving it back.]

Huh! How weird, wasn't it? Here, let me- [And he reaches to give whatever it is back. The closets he gets, the better.] There. See you soon!

[And off he goes. All in all, nothing more than a cute anecdote to tell.






Wait, is that your wallet the kid is carrying as he runs away?]

[balancingact]

[ There is a man waving his briefcase around, screaming something about his wallet as Korra rounds the corner to see a familiar blur of green rushing by. Korra doubled back around between the buildings to reappear some few yards down to cut the little weasel snake off before he got any further. ]

KAI!

oh sweet summer child

[selfimage]

[ Loki knew the rounds. he knew when the Porter was feeling particularly takey because they ended up with full streets in Heropa. this was, of course, because everyone and their mother's sister's brother was trying to get a good glance at the incoming heroes. Loki came for different reasons—but the excitement was contagious.

he knew the song and dance, and he knew the more crowded the better.

when Kai passes he does manages a very impressive clueless look, as if he's not certain what's going on. when the boy turns to silently bask in his victory, he might find something strange in the wallet. there's just a small slip of paper that says "one free joke, you earned it." ]

Jean Grey | Ultimate X-Men

[iseegoblins]

[01.]

[Jean Grey was not good around soldiers. Not at all. There were too many memories, all of them bad, that she could associate with soldiers. So, when the woman smiled and tried to help her towards the car she pushed her backwards and fire flared up around her creating the aura of a bird around her. It was meant to be intimidating and nothing more, just some desperate hope that it’d keep people back so she’d have enough time to get away. Hurting people wasn’t her goal and she really didn’t want to, but she wasn’t getting taken anywhere.]

Don’t come any closer and we won’t have any problems, okay?

[There was no doubt that they were going to have problems. Other soldiers were already gathering around to help deal with the scene if it escalated. Jean rose off the ground and thought for a second about letting herself go completely. No, she couldn’t do that. They hadn’t done anything to her yet aside from contributing to some sort of intergalactic kidnapping.]

Please, stop coming. I can go myself and figure this out. I don’t need your help with that. [The way she said the word help made it clear that she didn’t think they were really trying to help at all.] You have a file on me, you should know I’ll figure it out.

[They weren’t listening though. It was becoming clear that it was either going to come down to a fight or her backing down and just going with them. She wasn’t prepared to back down yet.]

[02.]

[The uniform attracted a lot more attention than she thought it would. Every few steps she took she got someone cheering and then she actually got someone waving her over. She hesitated before walking over with a smile on her face. It was a group of girls all looking at her with a completely awestruck expression.]

What can I help you with? [One of the girls stepped forward with a notebook and then held it out and blurted out:]Do you have a superhero name? You totally must. Can you sign this please please please?

[Jean blinked and then laughed. This was weird but maybe it was even weirder to think it wasn’t the first time it’d happened. People had loved them back home once. At least this was better than the military creeps.] Marvel Girl. It’s Marvel Girl and sure, I can sign that! [She signed it quickly with a little quick phoenix dotting the i instead of a dot.]

Oh my god thank you!! [The girl was beaming and another stepped forward to ask a question:]Whats your power?

Telekinesis. [She demonstrated by lifting herself and the tables around them off the ground. It was a small display overall and she hoped that nobody sitting at the tables would mind. It wasn’t like she’d lifted them far off the ground and it was only for a few seconds.]

So cool!!! Can you do anything else? [The same girl that asked the question looked completely impressed by the display and Jean continued to smile.] Thanks. Yeah, a few other things with the telekinesis but it’s not show-off worthy. It’s pretty straight forward. I just move things, big or small, with my mind. [Okay so that wasn’t even half the truth but they didn’t have a way of knowing that and people always got uncomfortable around telepaths.]

Neat! Thank you again. [The girls all smiled this time and went off with their prize of an autograph and Jean smiled herself as she rudely dropped in on their thoughts. They weren't afraid, they were just happy about it and fascinated by what she could do. It was nice to hear that.

As she continued to walk around the town she kept her telepathy active, dropping in on the minds of other people as she walked by.]

[ooc: jean's telepathy can be active while talking to your character if you want or if you have a telepath feel free to feel her dropping in! she's not trying to hide it since she's not sure who or what she'll find!]

1

[notasaviour]

[Okay, so maybe he's a fanboy, but he's pretty sure that's the Phoenix he's seeing, or something pretty close. And it's also pretty clear there's a situation going on, and if that's the Phoenix this is all about to go bad. Catastrophically bad, maybe, if the soldiers don't know what they could be dealing with, and there's a whole lot of people around here that aren't soldiers.

Well, no-one ever said being a hero was easy.

Cautiously, Teddy steps forwards, still in human form, hands raised in the universal sign for "I'm not here to hurt you".]

Maybe we could all calm down a little? I think you're all making each other more nervous, and someone else, not you guys, is probably going to get hurt here if you start fighting.

helena bertinelli | arrow

[insurgent]

01.

[ Helena appears elegant, dressed slightly more formal than necessary. She moves with grace, practice and balanced. More than anything, she finds the locals interest in her curious. Although she's famous by some definition back in Starling City, it's not the sort of renown that has people lining up to see you as much as, uh, bolting in the opposite direction. Heiress turned killer vigilante is a niche market.

Regardless, she acts politely, if faintly amused. Why not direct her newfound popularity to more...worthy pursuits? She's still hoping for revenge on her father and his contingent, after all. ]

Should've known convicts would be well-received in Florida. [ said with a saccharine half-smile and a roll of her eyes, evidently mocking, as she signs a slip of paper: Huntress. ] You don't know where a gal can find a directory around here, do you?

[ #openseason ]

wildcard.

[ Thanks to a local dealer, Helena takes a hovering motorcycle (hovercycle?) for a test drive. It's fast and responsive, allowing for some showy tricks. After making a few laps around the central streets, she stops alongside the curb to dismount and assess the bike.

Not bad. ]

[ canon point is post-s1, during huntress year one. ]

01. >_>

[thebatbutler]

[There's a bit of a crowd that has come to signify either the arrival of a new imPort that the locals are eager to get an autograph off or some sort of disturbance. There's a young woman amidst all the commotion that seems faintly familiar and Alfred approaches somewhat cautiously, glancing over her shoulder at the signature.

Coincidence? Perhaps, but it always pays to play it safe, find out more before informing Bruce of what appears to be another new arrival. She's looks younger, perhaps, a little different. Even so, he steps forward into her line of sight with a polite smile.]

Perhaps I might be of assistance, Miss... [Helena. He trails off deliberately, allowing her to decide if she wants to introduce herself. His imPort tattoo is visible as a faint glow through the sleeve of his shirt, if one were to look. But he didn't want to openly advertise himself and chance drawing a larger crowd.]

MegaMan.EXE | Mega Man Battle Network

[megabytes]

TWO

[Being in the real world is a bit of a head trip.

It's not unpleasant, just. Incredibly weird. His body feels strange, even if it's technically not too different from what he's used to, just slow and heavy and not quite responding right. His brain is having all kinds of trouble trying to keep up with all the stimuli - not to mention suddenly having a sense of smell that exists beyond mere pre-programmed reactions to gas and chemical sensors. It's not helped by the fact that the world is so cluttered. He knew it was full of people and animals and buildings and things, but he wasn't quite expecting it to be this bad. For someone used to the vast, open expanse of the Internet, reality is downright claustrophobic.

It's all giving him a bit of a headache.

It might not be so bad if Lan was here. A safe, grounding presence to help him deal with this...everything. Even just having some kind of connection, something that MegaMan could reach out with and know Lan was on the other end, would be a godsend. The two of them haven't been apart from each other for more than an hour or two in years and that conspicuous absence is grating on his psyche in a multitude of ways.

He's still in his frame, at least for the moment (the Porter had some trouble handling "artificial general intelligence made of digitized human DNA" for some reason), and that apparently qualifies as a costume as far as the locals are concerned. Add in the fact that he's pretty clearly a preteen and you've got a recipe for getting swarmed with kids wanting to talk to "the superhero our age." He's really not up for dealing with this level of over-stimulation, mentally or physically, but. He can't just blow them off. That would be rude.

Give him a legitimate reason to politely disengage and you'll probably earn yourself a new little blue friend.]


WILDCARD ROUND 1

[Even if Hub was only a year old the last time he was human, it's still far more experience than an ordinary NetNavi would have with a physical body - muscle memory and sense memory are powerful things. As such, MegaMan's acclimating relatively quickly to his new mostly-human body, long-disused parts of his psyche slowly waking up to deal with smell and taste and an autonomic nervous system once more.

It's not a perfect process. A Navi's neural network is hardly a one-for-one analog of the human brain, after all, and he's been MegaMan.EXE for much longer than he ever was Hub Hikari. There's still quite a lot to get used to. He might not be being blindsided by two new senses, but he's still getting far more input than he's used to handling even from the three he's "always" had, and it tends to steal his focus; being subconsciously comfortable with breathing doesn't mean he's used to it being A Thing He Must Do To Survive. It all adds up to MegaMan being not so good at the whole "consciously controlled breathing" aspect of being human, and when one of his strongest sense memories is of himself dying of cardiac arrest caused by a congenital heart defect, occasionally forgetting he needs oxygen means a lot more than just getting dizzy or having a coughing fit.

MegaMan's learning this the hard way right now, huddled somewhere out of the way and clutching at his chest. He's not particularly paying attention to what's going on around him at the moment, all of his focus narrowed to just taking deep, steady breaths and trying to relax.]

...it's not an attack, it's not an attack, just breathe...


WILDCARD ROUND 2

[Anything goes!]

wildcard 1

[fishingforpuns]

[Feferi doesn't really have much experience with humans, but the one just down the sidestreet isn't looking too good. She's pretty sure humans don't usually stop in the middle of nowhere on their own, even if they are kind of weirdly soft, and that makes this odd.

Well, it won't do any harm to make sure he's okay, right?]

Are you okay? Do you need help? Is your-

[-wait, humans don't have moirails, so of course he won't have one nearby. And they don't have lususes either... well, she'll just have to be vague.]

Is there someone you need me to find for you?

[Feferi waits for the answer, looking slightly worried and very grey.]

Crocodile | One Piece

[sunasuna]

[ 02 ]
[Even admidst everything that's going on, it's rather difficult to miss 8'3" hook-handed man, and the crowd surrounding him. All of the cheers and excited waves... in a way it reminds him of when he was still one of the Shichibukai, and all the people who fawned over him in Alabasta. Of course, protecting them all and having them love him served a purpose. But this? It has no purpose. It's just irritating and obnoxious. So he walks through the crowd, bumping past the occasional person, not wanting to waste his time any more than he already has.

The similarities between the role of imPort and Shichibukai aren't completely lost on him, however. The former is far less exclusive, and doesn't come with as many perks, but still. Working with the government, being given a position that puts one high above the common people, special privileges (should one choose to register), hunting down and stopping criminals in the name of "justice"... He chuckles slightly as he stops to light a cigar.

It's enough to be mildly entertaining, at least.]

[ Wildcard! ]
[Do whatever and let's run with it!]

02

[sighcology]

[Crane's eyes flick from the man to the crowd. The crowd surrounds him, suffocates him, causing the poor fellow to frustratingly wander away. He's a wolfish figure in black, with fur around his shoulders that makes Crane see the mane of a lion. And the sheep following him? Don't even seem to notice.

He's standing ahead as the man comes closer. A curious gleam in his eye. His lips curl into a nice and polite smile when their paths nearly meet. His eyes flick to the crowd and back again. Then he speaks openly, a casually friendly remark to shoehorn his way in.]

You're quite the popular one.

Walter White | Breaking Bad

[kingpawn]

[04]

[ It isn't as though Walter wants to see these kids get hit. He might not have had the time to jump in and save them, but he could have at least shouted uselessly from afar and felt like he was doing something to prevent what seemed to be the inevitable without putting himself in danger. But he doesn't even do that.

He's in a daze, not entirely sure what he's seeing. In his mind, this must be some vivid hallucination from the cancer and his only role is to watch it all unfold. It feels sickeningly real, but it can't be, right? That car is flying; hovering -- no screech of wheels on pavement as it rounds the corner. And the sound of sirens close behind are enough to make him shy away from the scene.

Walter coughs into his sleeve, taking off his glasses and rubbing them on the front of his shirt. Maybe when he puts them back on the world will return to normal. Well, as normal as normal gets. ]

[hostage]

[While Walt turns away, it's Jesse who springs to action. He's all the way across the street, but when he sees the collision course the cars are on, he leaps out into the road with both arms outstretched to hook the kids by their waists. The force sends all three of them rolling onto the ground hard, and they land in a pile just a few feet away from Walt.

Jesse doesn't even notice the old man there yet. The kids are all banged up from the landing (though not nearly as messy as what would have happened if the cars had hit them) and they hold Jesse's attention as he lays his hands on them to heal them.]

May "Mayday" Parker/Spider-Girl | MC2

[daughteroftheoriginal]

02.

May is used to catching some attention, it's true, but normally it's because of her actions as Spider-Girl, or just from what she's done around Midtown High. Walking around out of costume in a strange town with a surprise tattoo visible on her wrist (which she really hopes disappears when she gets back home!) really shouldn't be getting her the amount of attention she has, to the point that she's already thinking about hunting down some long sleeved shirts, even if this is Florida.

It's enough to make her duck into a soda shop (talk about retro!) on the street to get away from some of it, even if she knows she can't escape all of it. There's only some space at the counter, but it's better something than nothing!

"Is this spot taken?"


04.

Spider-Girl's out and about on patrol- as much to get an idea of the layout of the city as to do the whole 'costumed hero' thing. It's no New York, and the skyline doesn't hold a candle to what she's used to, but she can still get around easy enough for her purposes, even if it isn't as filled with webswinging as she'd like it to be.

She's just about to finish up and head back when her spider-sense goes off, and she hears the roar of an engine, both giving her enough time to get onto a building and see what's about to happen. She can't just pull the kids out of the way from up here without physics being a problem, and with those police cruisers right behind it- she shoots webbing at the speeding hovercar to pull it into going up instead of continuing into the skateboarding kids.

Spider-Girl could definitely use some help here!

o4

[khajidont]

Jaime sees the web, and thinks to himself: Spider-Man. He's not sure which one it is, the boy or the man, but he doesn't have much time to think about it. There's a blur of blue swooping down and dragging the kids out of the way, but this time, it doesn't belong to the big blue boyscout.

He takes a moment to check after the kids first, because they've had something of a fright, but it's not long before he's looking up and around for whoever gave him enough time to get in there.

"Spider-Man?"

Roderick Kingsley/The Hobgoblin | Marvel 616

[thebettergoblin]

[2]

[A large crowd had gathered to watch the figure in bright orange and blue, long hooded cape billowing in the wind, perched on the bat-shape jet glider that flies overhead of them in the skies above as it's rider surveys his new home.

Ah, the opportunities that unexpected fate presents to men of ambition like me. Roderick Kingsley, former millionaire fashion designer and cutthroat business mogul, former supervillain, crimelord and licensor of Super Criminal equipment and current beloved hero of New York City muses to himself. I suppose getting stuck in another universe was bound to happen to me sooner or later... After all, it's par for the course in this profession. And since there's no point in worrying about the potential loss of my gains at home at the moment, I might as well start building anew for my stay here... Want me to be a hero, eh? I'll be all too happy to play the part and then reap the rewards...

Soaring down to the hover in font of the gathered on-lookers, He gives a theatrical bow and addresses them.]

Greetings citizens of this fair city of Cape Canaveral. I am the Hobgoblin and I am deeply honored that you have chosen me to be your newest hero. Do not let my fearsome appearance worry you, this little goblin intends only to strike fear into the hearts of evildoers and lawbreakers while doing my utmost to protect the innocent. So remember this catchphrase I shall now impart to you. Got a problem? Call Hobgoblin!

[This is met with cheers, applause and the flashing of cameras.]

Thank you, thank you. You really are too kind....

[glowsferatu]

[ she recognizes the color scheme before she hears the name. she'd worn it herself for quite some time, after all. but with the whole spiel, she finds herself a little embarrassed by the overall design.

even if she was brainwashed, she can't help but think she wore it better. ]

You really can't be serious.

Josh Foley | X-MEN/Marvel 616

[drfeelgold]

( 02 )

[one very harassed and slightly traumatized looking gold kid practically flings himself into the malt shop to escape the mob of "fans". when it becomes apparent no one within the diner is going to start swarming him, he quietly sighs in relief and slumps his way to the counter to where a bright and cheery waitress stands]

Do you serve herbal tea by any chance?

[this request garners him a very blank look]

... a coke is also fine.


( wildcard me on it )

[anything goes!]


(( OOC note re: Josh's powers- Josh is an omega level - aka godmode - biokinetic mutant, so if your character is the sort who could sense that feel free to! And yes, he is very very gold))

[fridgeflower]

[ Laurie approaches the diner as the imPort-loving crowd is dispersing, and she spares them a slight raise of her eyebrows while concluding that something especially unusual must be inside. Maybe it was an alien, or another talking dinosaur, or a robot... Really, with everything that could happen here, it's odd that people still makes such a fuss over their arrival. No matter, though. It's malt time.

She sees him as soon as she makes it through the door, because how could anyone not notice somebody like Josh, and she immediate turns around. She hesitates, however, to leave the diner altogether. Hopefully, he didn't see her, and she's just a random blond by the wall as she debates with herself about what to do here.

Ultimately, she decides to just get everything over with. She still approaches carefully, though, hands up as if she's coming upon a strange dog or something. The last time she'd seen him, Josh had been far from level-headed, and she hasn't heard much in the way of comfort since. ]

Hey. Don't freak out, okay?

Dandy Mott / American Horror Story

[affluenza]

[02]

[Dandy is more than happy to take pictures with anyone who wants one, and anyone who doesn't want one, for that matter. He's not inhuman looking, and his dress style isn't even entirely out of the ordinary here, but his wide-eyed look of wonder and tendency to jump and run the other way when he sees anything hovering give him away.

As soon as he realizes anyone is interested in taking a picture with him, though, he's downright shoving himself at the locals...and some of the not-so-locals, too.]

What about you? Do you want a picture, too?

[03]

[Dandy really wished he knew how to work that strangely advanced jukebox, because he wasn't really fond of whatever was playing. Didn't any of these people know what good music was? He had half a mind to get up there and start singing himself, but the other song would clash and absolutely ruin his performance.

While he was wearing an expensive suit and had his hair combed back like a proper gentleman (a proper gentleman of his time, at least) his meal of choice was nothing elegant: a chocolate milkshake with rainbow sprinkles, some dinosaur-shaped chicken tenders, and french fries. He bought the kids' meal so he could get the toy and crayons.

He sat alone at one of the long tables, coloring in the kids' menu page.]

02

[cephalalgic]

[While he relished the thought of gaining praise amongst his peers, should he have ever receive any for his work, Ruvik was not known for making public appearances. Like the hooded robe he wore to conceal his identity and hide several disfigurements that scarred his body, he preferred to keep away from the questioning stares and enjoyed working in secret behind the walls of the Krimson City institution.

So many strangers were smiling and waving at him as he walked past them on the streets of an unfamiliar port. He felt like a participant in a parade being rewarded for something he did not rightfully earn. Lowering his head further down and obstructing his features even more, Ruvik kept his gaze ahead and walked.

But he was not alone on these streets. Up ahead of him was another man. His attire, right up to his style of hair, spoke of a time not long after the beginning of the Cold War. Grinning, the man was approaching the citizens willingly. Happily. Even took photos with them. The man then turned around and asked Ruvik if he had wanted a picture taken with him.

Ruvik stared at him before answering with one word;]

No.

Chloe | Don't Trust the B

[sanspanties]

03

[Blah blah superpowers, blah blah porters, ugh, whatever. Chloe's head is blurry and it's not a surprise to her (she had one hell of a night) that she can't remember how she got here. The poor soldier who tries to explain the entire situation is waved off unceremoniously. Chloe needs something greasy stat or this hangover is going to be unbearable. Besides, if anything really important is happening June will probably show up and explain it all to her eventually anyway.

So she heads to a diner and, having negative cash on her person, just steals the first plate of french fries she sees while its owner is distracted by the jukebox. And since standing and eating is for boring people, she slides on into the nearest occupied booth. ]

Hey, pretend we're best friends for the next five minutes. I don't want that waiter getting suspicious.

[siriusly]

E-eh?

[Manabu's head lifts up from the menu to gawk in confusion. it takes a second to pick up what she's laid down, and even then...what?]

Oh, uh... [what. suspicious? of what?

he frowns.] Suspicious why?

Aqua || Kingdom Hearts

[prismbloom]

1.

[ This isn't where she should be.

Once the young woman pushes herself to her feet, she peers around, and a sense of dread fills her. Questions, mostly panicked, flit through her mind. She had been on her glider, she had been rushing to the Keyblade Graveyard, and now... Well, this is most certainly not the Keyblade Graveyard. Which brings Aqua back to panic again. Her friends need her, more than anything, and she's away from them. There are so many people here, too, and she gets into the car, at a loss for what else to do.

She's not sure she'll ever be able to get back to her friends. ]

wild card.

[ I'm up for anything, so anything goes! ]

[bindsthedead]

[Aqua isn't alone in the car. Sabriel's just as confused, peering out the window and down at her file.]

This is- [Ridiculous is what she wants to say. But despite this place looking very much like Ancelstierre, she can still feel the Charter here. Which means she can still use magic.]

Apparently we're not the only ones who've been brought here.

Czeslaw Meyer || Baccano!

[czes]

02. [Czes looks like he fits right in here, his shirt perfectly buttoned down, his loafers free of scuffs. He keeps his hair combed neatly. He looks like he could be posed for a commercial, sipping his vanilla malted alone at the counter, just as ordinary as can be.

He's watching the crowd outside, kicking his feet which don't come anywhere near the floor.]

04. warnings for gore

[Czeslaw hears the sirens, sees the children, and looks around. Someone do something, he thinks, but no one's stepping forward. It's probably too much time with the wrong kind of people, but he can't just look away.]

GET OUT OF THE WAY! [He bellows as loud as little lungs can manage but it isn't enough, he has to act.

So he takes off at a run and shoves them out of the way. And the car hits him instead. He hears and feels his ribs shatter from the impact, and the impact throws him like a rag doll. One of his ribs has pierced his lungs, but there's no time to hear the air hiss and struggle from the puncture.

He hears the crack of his skull shattering on the pavement as he impacts it face-first and thinks damn, this is going to be a mess.

He doesn't want to draw attention like this.

He blacks out, knowing a crowd is gathering. Already the globs of his blood on the pavement are rushing back to reform themselves to his body. When he opens his eyes again, he'll be unharmed, his clothes absolutely ruined. But while they're dirty and shredded, in a few more moments, there will be no sign he'd been hurt at all.

He face rebuilds itself like a puzzle of blood and bone, bits of gravel falling away.]

Samus Aran | Metroid

[thechozonone]

02.

[Samus' armor is a bit like a second skin to her. It feels natural to keep it up, a little bit like a figurative and literal shield in a job that is physically and emotionally demanding. Of course, something as large and... colorful as her armor is sure to look out of place anywhere especially here and especially as a new arrival.

A small crowd starts to gather, though at least their friendly. Samus tries to politely extract herself without stepping on anyone's toes with her metal boots, which is a little difficult if people are going to keep shoving.]

03.

[The technology in this world is fascinating, although it's aesthetic is a bit confusing to Samus. Still, the occurrence of hover cars is encouraging. She walks into a local mechanic's to try and get a price point on some armor upgrades. Oops maybe they don't sell bio-mechanical integrated interfaces here..! Samus acts viably standoffish when the owner insists to see an example of what she means.]

04.

[Samus had warily agreed to this arrangement of "heroism" only after carefully making sure she could abandon her government sponsored status without any retribution. Those weren't the exact words she used, she was slightly more diplomatic and a little bit cagey in her phrasing. She hoped to just play it off like she was considering retirement from action, while she gave this arrangement a little test drive and tried not to draw too much attention from its authority figures.

So this was it. This was the trial run. Her armor is a teensy bit conspicuous, so she hasn't got it on right now, but it's always available for backup. Which is a good thing, too, situations turn sour at the drop of a hat. She's no stranger to crime, it's just been awhile since she's been on the streets in this capacity...

But old habits die hard, and her reaction time is as good as ever when she hears the engine and the car bursts from around the corner. Of course, civilians are a priority over catching criminals, but maybe she can do both? In a flash of bright lights around her arms, she materializes a formidable looking cannon. She shoots, clipping one of the thrusters on the back of the hovercar. It spins out and avoids the kids.

But unfortunately, it smacks a fire hydrant and goes right through the front window of a nearby shop. Water and glass everywhere, but at least the cops will nab their perp.]

/DUSTS OFF maybe - 02

[shopsmart]

[Ash had been suffering the same small-crowd gathering problem as she, though "suffering" also meant soaking up as much attention as possible. He didn't quite understand why (why any of this really, like he'd been transported to a 50's diner that puked up on Back to The Future twice over and was okay with it) but wasn't about to question when cute girls were cooing at him, men were complimenting his weapons, nor was he about to turn down the opportunity to autograph some little kid's hat and impart them with important life advice:

"Stay away from books. -Ash"

But then his new not-so-loyal fans found something else to fawn over, and that was some huge robot guy over there. In their haste to go see what that was about, Ash was jostled and shoved around on the sidewalk until he was unable to wiggle free. He was just another part of the crowd now, totally forgotten.]

Hey, hey! Ixnay on the ouchytay eelyfay!

[Not to mention his personal space was wildly being violated right now. Pretty sure someone just grabbed his butt, and pretty sure that wasn't one of the cute girls doing it. Not cool. He decided to take his frustration out on that huge robot guy, conveniently within easy shouting distance.]

Hey, couldn't you go stompin' around somewhere else you technicolor tin can reject?!

[Not that Ash had to shout far, nor was he bad at shouting.]

Forte.EXE | Megaman Battle Network

[hatefully]

02—THE DOCKS

[ A few brave children try to approach the Import walking down by the pier and ask for his autograph, but a cold scowl that heavily suggested Forte's willingness to thin out the human gene pool a little and a sudden surge of murderous intent, is usually enough to rebuff them into backing away and scampering off to their parents.

Forte casts an annoyed stare after the latest bunch, then continues on. Moving stiffly, Forte catches himself from stumbling again and stops on the pier to glare furiously at his legs. The affronting limbs aren't responding as well as he'd used to. Acclimation to getting dragged into this strange universe with... odd technologic aesthetic is coming along, but not swiftly enough for his tastes.

Frankly, it had been easier to cope with being in the real world when he'd been busy trying to destroy a city.

Or when he wasn't squished inside this weak human body, complete with the constant demands on his attention from all those messy bodily functions that Netnavis like himself didn't need. It made his skin crawl. A brief tenure in the real world has prepared him somewhat for this introduction to an onrush of overwhelming clatter and sensory input (going from the familiar desolation of Undernet and the vast network to this; this clamor, oily scents in his nostrils, sensation pressed on his skin, the pounding of feet and animals yipping and people shouting and cars honking and they're like ants crawling over ant hills, so much insipid chatter, and so many humans wearing away at his patience) and Forte could still feel the beginnings of a headache hooking its claws into his skull.

An abrupt, unwelcome transition from pure data to... to this state disorients Forte more than he'll admit. How do humans ever put up with having a heartbeat banging away in their chest all the damn time? It's distracting.

In this body (not his body, never his body) even weight was distributed all wrong, sending him off-balance; he was accustomed to his armor's presence. It's wrong. ]


00—WILDCARD 1

[ So there's a cloaked Import who looks like a preteen sitting off on a deserted bench, about as far away from the bustle as one could get and...

Reading his file. And thinking about various ways in which to destroy the porter for the crime of trapping him in this form, even he still has access to his NetNavi form. As one does.

Pay no mind to the blasted wall to the side or the craters in the ground. Those are results of anger misfires test runs. ]


00—WILDCARD 2

[ Anything else you please goes here! ]

02

[bindsthedead]

[It's easy to find her fellow 'Imports'. Sabriel just watches for small crowds to forming around people.

This one seems to be having a little trouble, and she offers him a hand, ignoring his glares, waving off a curious child with a polite smile and a firm 'not now'.]

I assume you're also new here?

[If she's trapped in a strange world, she might as well get to know the people who were dragged here with her. It's easy enough to tell Sabriel is an Import, with her skin that's just a shade to pale to be natural, and her anachronistic clothing. She looks down at Forte, watching him with an expression of polite curiosity.]

Rock Light/Mega Man - Mega Man Classic (Archie Comics)

[syntheticson]

02;

[Well, this sure didn't look like Mega City. And the people here seemed, unfamiliar with him at best. Friendly, though! Apparently a kid-like robot in blue armor cheerily hitting up any passerby was too good to pass up. He's standing there, pulling goofy poses for those that are begging him to strike one (though admittedly, he's not sure why) and he's already been bugged about free drinks by the malt shop. If only they had E-Tanks!]

Oh, alright! But I really should be going soon...

[Nevertheless, with so many small pre-teen children gaping and gawking at him, he was getting swarmed. He didn't even get a chance to take off his helmet and enjoy the sun and the air a bit! Clearly the little blue guy drowning in sea of children of similar height needs someone to fish him out. He's not leaving anytime soon otherwise.]



03;


[Rock had found himself wandering into a 50s style diner. The tech wasn't anything he couldn't handle, but it all looked so... strange. This wasn't anything like he was used to back home. Though it was nice. He stood on tippy toes to try and reach the counter. Even robots needed a pick-me-up sometime... though it's times like this he wished Light had given him a little bit more in the leg servos.]

Hey, uh... excuse me. Do you have any Energy Tanks?



wildcard;

[Take it away.]

wildcard

[pluckyshounenreploid]

[ Amidst the groups of people, Axl spots a familiar shade of blue and his eyes light up. Of all the places to see a familiar face! Naturally, he's waving and trotting on up to Rock with a grin on his face. ]

Hey, X!

[ Oh, wait. Ohhhh no. He's screwed up. This guy isn't X. He's far too...well, short. And on closer inspection, his armor is nowhere near the same. ]

Uh...my bad. Wrong person.

Jill Trent | Jill Trent: Science Sleuth

[sciencesleuth]

3 - SCIENCE TIME KIDS

[Whoa. WHOA. WHOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

IS THAT A FLYING CAR. DOES THIS PLACE SERIOUSLY HAVE FLYING CARS. AND MOTORCYCLES. AND WHAT THE HECK IS THAT. IT LOOKS LIKE A CRATE SCOOTER, ONLY WITHOUT THE FRONT OF IT? AND GODDAMN FLOATING LIKE EVERYTHING.

Okay Trent. Cool down a moment. You can't let all these technological marvels pull you around too much. You're a scientist. You've got science to do.

Which brings us to Jill Trent clearly measuring and examining nearly every technological achievement she comes across. The New 10s are clearly a wondrous place.]

frigga • mcu

[allmothers]

02.

[ A woman arrayed in a golden gown, accented with the odd flair of Asgardian armour here and there, currently divides her attention between the children she must crouch to speak with and the polite (if somewhat redundant) young man standing a short distance away. He seems to think she needs the protection, which is awfully sweet of him but she hasn't yet found the heart to inform the Midgardian boy his services really aren't needed. She can be seen walking through the crowd with a small army of little girls in tow, hands clasped in hers. Sometimes she will be braiding their hair, other times instructing them on the correct way to hold a (metaphorical) sword. It's all in an attempt not to think about a blade driving up through her heart.

The Queen is what they call her, but the name Frigga gets around too; the atmosphere is a little denser around her than it should be, for she hasn't spent time around mortals in an age. Perhaps you will see her working a little bit of magic for the amusement of the children, loud in their delight. ]

[selfimage]

[ there were words to say about cats and curiosity and how it destroyed them. Loki usually rationalized only taking heed in the morals of stories that he found useful, so taking a stroll around Heropa during the busiest time of the month wasn't unfounded, all because he was curious. who did Lachesis drag in to this corner of the multiverse this time?

he's in a loose sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. (always resourceful, his boots are under his pants. the worst part about wearing them was that he had to find some awfully tall socks--but he's been creative with it.) he blends in well, only getting a few turns of the head from the more sensitive of the mortal bunches milling around him in excitement.

but what's happening over there is definitely an Asgardian thing and he if there were a breeze he'd be knocked off his feet. his gut lurches, and his first reaction is to turn tail and take off. and he almost does before he takes a second glance.

not the same, he breathes, multiverse!

instead of approaching, he keeps himself in the crowd, watching while he tries to organize his own emotions. ]

Lina Inverse | Slayers

[dragonspooker]

[3]

[The level of technology here was, at the most simple way Lina could put it, absolutely insane. Sure, there was the odd train back home, and those magic tanks and the various firearms, but... This stuff? It was incredibly fascinating, especially for the fact that it apparently didn't run on magic!

So for now, there is a young woman dressed like she should be at a fantasy LARP inspecting a parked car, and probably looking more like a potential car thief than someone in the wrong time period.]

[4]

[The sound of an engine is still pretty foreign to Lina, and she doesn't understand the concept of police vehicles or car chases yet. What she does understand, though, is high speed object heading toward children. No time to think too hard!

Lina dashes toward the midway point, and recites an incantation as she does, and once the final word is spoken, she slams a palm to the ground.]

Holy wind, wind which flows gently across the land, let all things be filled with your pure breath! VAN RAIL!

[Icy tendrils erupt from where her palm landed, snaking out to meet and entrap the speeding vehicle. Once they've taken hold, they expand, wrapping the car up in a shell of ice, and successfully stopping it from moving.]

pearl fey | ace attorney

[gemmeus]

☯ } 02;

[ pearl probably isn't hard to miss in the sea of ordinary people. she's wearing the traditional japanifornia garb of her village - a much more modern and purple twist on the kimono. she's also gripping onto a glowing, neon green object connected to her necklace which may be the first thing one notices about her.

which is... probably why the sea of people envelops her at this very moment.

she's never seen this many people in her life and the fact that they're all strangers makes it that much worse. at first she doesn't realize that she's the one these people are so eagerly addressing, but once she does she looks more nervous with every passing second. everyone is speaking to her and she couldn't focus on just one thought even if she wanted to. she's not allowed to talk to strangers. she's not even allowed to look at strangers.

she tries to wade her way past everyone but their attention seems to be drawn back to her, making it virtually impossible to escape. besides, her tiny body can't push even a fly out of her way. eventually, she gives up and just stands there, stranded on her own tiny island of misery.

so here is an extremely frightened and confused little girl being shoved around by the aggressive crowd. and unsurprisingly, it looks like she's about to burst into tears at any moment. ]

☯ } 03;

[ pearl comes from the year 2017 - a whole two years ahead of this place - and yet it's still so much more advanced than her homeland could ever hope to be. she doesn't even know what a skateboard is, so seeing a floating stick that kids are just standing on...

it's nuts.

she's walking around, clearly lost, but her mind and eyes are totally on these flying objects. she's only seen a few cars in her lifetime, so this many is even more overwhelming than the whole floating stick deal (and to top it off, these cars are floating too).

she's not looking where she's going, so of course bumping into someone else is inevitable. she falls flat on her back, though it's more out of surprise than impact. it still looks like hurts though.

will this person be angry is the her main concern, so she sits up and stares at whoever it is blankly and waits for a response. ]

03

[yatagarasu]

Oof - !

[Kay blinks and steps back, looking for the person who bumped into her - before her eyes shift downward. She crouches down and offers a hand.]

Sorry...a-are you okay?

Selina Kyle | The Dark Knight Rises

[citified]

2.

[The attention makes her uneasy.

In some ways, this might be the second chance she was looking for--the opportunity to wipe away her record, to start fresh somewhere new. It's strange to get handouts, to not have to worry about being recognized, and she can't help enjoying it a little, while the cold, paranoid side of her waits for the catch. Nothing this good is ever without a catch. She's seen the file they have on her, and she knows well enough that her offenses aren't truly off the books. It's enough to get her playing along, at least for now.

She'd arrived in her suit, but today she's traded it for a leather jacket and jeans in an effort to be less conspicuous. A few locals notice her nevertheless, and she smiles evenly at them as she browses the shops. At the malt shop, she offers a false name and brushes her fingers against the hand of the young man behind the counter that fetches her a drink, and for a moment there's an odd haziness in her head, a jumbling of her thoughts. The man laughs and leans in a little closer and starts telling her something about his ex-girlfriend, and she remembers that note on her file, a mention of a suggestion power, before brushing the prospect of that aside. Some men are more forward than others. It wasn't like she'd done anything out of the ordinary, right?]


Wildcard

[An evening or two later, she decides to check out the town's nightlife. She heads out in something a little more provocative, heels clicking against the pavement as she takes a shortcut through an alley--only to spin around, seizing and twisting the arm of someone walking too closely behind her and pinning them up against the wall.]

I don't like being followed.

2 and idk it's an experiment

[hoiiii]

[This sort of reconnaissance is far from new to a man of his stature. It's best to do this work in a persona as bland and forgettable as possible, and he has a plethora of those. A tweaked version of his latest would do fine, and so he is just a schlubby guy, slightly disheveled hair, five o'clock shadow, old man jumper, beady eyes. He slides into the stool beside Selina and puts in an order of his own. He stares at her until she meets his eyes, then gives a twitchy smile and looks away nervously. His tattoo is plainly visible on the counter in front of him.]

It's a bit of a shock, isn't it? All the attention.

[He maintains his Irish lilt; he's found it tends to disarm most people more convincingly than a posh British accent or jarring American twang.]

tara chambler - the walking dead

[unhidden]

2. - spoilers for season 4/5.
Shit.

( Even now Tara can hear Lilly reprimanding her, the significant look and accusatory Language!, sometimes teamed up with an opportunistic elbow. Sometimes she wonders if she keeps swearing just because it's always makes her think of her sister. Realistically, however, she knows it's just because the world is a huge clusterfuck.

She's reading the dog tag around her neck as she walks, eyebrow raising quirked, before she lets it swing and clatter against her harmonica necklace. Washington is bust, Abraham almost killed Eugene, and now she has completely lost her mind. The Hell, universe?
It doesn't really help that people are taking photographs. Not that she cares for vanities sake, more that there are lot's of excited and freaked out looking people, and she is used to crowds usually meaning imminent scary death. She's not gripping onto her rifle for dear life, but it's definitely not going anywhere.)

So... if I were the others, where would I be?

( Unless Abraham just lost it and attacked her, too, and this is the crazy fever dream before she dies. In that instance, she really doesn't want to be able to find the others. That would suck ass.

Muttered: ) Awesome. That's a comforting thought.



4.
( It plays out a little like this: Tara can see what's gonna happen, she runs, she shoves the kid out of the way but doesn't move quite fast enough. Destiny or whatever must be at work, because her entire fate seems to rotate around falling the hell over and limbing for days.

She's not entirely sure how she wound up on the ground, but she's guessing she blacked out. )

Oh, no, it's cool. Didn't need those ribs.

( Wheezed, and though she's looking around for the kids she helped - tried to help? - she can't spot 'em at all. )

They never covered getting hit by cars in the Academy.

( She might not be able to breathe all that well, but there's always time for smartassery. Priorities, yadda yadda. )

[khajidont]

[So there's a lady walking down the sidewalk, and she's talking to herself. That in and of itself isn't too worrying, Jaime reminds himself, mostly on account of the fact that if he started paying attention to people talking to themselves, he would be a massive hypocrite. Whenever any newbies come rolling on in, they tend to look bewildered, as if ready to fight, or to bolt.

What does worry him is the rifle in her hands. That's not right. That's just not proper gun safety, he thinks to himself, because the only reason a gun ought to be in your hands is if you're prepared to shoot it. His father taught him that when he was young and had seen his father's rifle for the very first time.

His instinct ought to be to get out of there, but because he is who he is, he approaches her instead. He doesn't look like a threat, as gangly and scrawny as he looks in his too-big shirt, and just to hammer the point home, he raises his hands placatingly in front of her. It's the sort of hand motion that people use to calm spooked animals, but more importantly, it's the universal gesture for I'm unarmed, don't shoot. As he approaches her, it's clear that his gaze is on the gun, but once he starts speaking, he obstinately looks her right in the eye.]

Hello, Miss. You, um... look like you could use a hand.

[Please put down the gun.]

Ash Crimson - King of Fighters /casually slides in here for now

[capriciousrevolt]

02.

[ There are always trade offs.

On one hand, Ash Crimson is finding that he's been given little choice but to accept that he is both alive and rather blessedly alone in his own head. Despite finding himself in a version of America (a country he has never been entirely impressed with) at the apparent mercy of quite the unusual situation, he has to admit to himself that his continued existence was an enjoyable experience. It really was too bad that his own life guaranteed that he hadn't done anything permanent to his ancestor. This means the mission hadn't yet succeeded, and Betty's safe future not yet assured. That unsettles Ash, but he damn well knew right now there would be nothing he could do to solve it right away.

Ah, well. So long as he still existed, he could turn the situation to his favor. It was something of a personal talent of his. Better to get on as he was, and play whatever game there was to be played. That there were worse circumstances a person could find themselves in is a fact that doesn't escape his notice.

He's still rather distinctly disturbed that he's been pulled through the ether to an alternate dimension’s Florida of all damnable locales, but he can deal with the assault on his ears by obnoxious Americans-- several of which have even approached him out of the blue. That he draws attention to himself isn't much of a surprise by itself. Dressed in a flashy red outfit that could only be described as a costume along with his feminine features and flamboyant mannerisms, he's not one to be incognito.

What's so charming is that it's positive regard from strangers. At one point, he finds himself desperate to extricate himself from uninteresting conversation with an awfully high-pitched gaggle of strange girls. His efforts are rather graceless, but he doesn't care to put in any effort. ]

Mm, well, I've a friend waiting. Bye now.

[ Rather promptly with that statement, he flits away with a quickness that had to be entirely rude. He drapes himself halfway over the back of an occupied bit of seating, leaning in the personal space of the individual sitting there as if familiar. Casually, he speaks, ]

Why hello there.

[ It's only once he's in close that his bright, curious eyes focus and he takes in the details. ]

[systemize]

[Cadel is entirely the opposite of flashy. Aside from his delicate, nearly pretty features and the disassembled bits of communicator strewn out in front of him on the table, he's entirely normal looking in his jumper, jeans and trainers. You'd have to talk to him to hear the educated Australian accent, and he's been discouraging talking.

The whole reason he's out here taking apart the tech he'd been provided instead of in his room is because he's sure there must be surveillance there. In his paranoid mind, recently primed from playing digital hunt and seek with Prosper, Vee, and by extension Raimo Zapp the Third, every CCTV is a spy. He knows that's probably not the case, at least in the sense that to the average government employee, he's not very interesting, and he hasn't yet made any personal enemies. But they do have a file on him and all of Cadel's experience with governments tells him that they'll take any excuse to confine him, horrifically computer-less, the second he gives them a reason to.

So here he is, in public at a park picnic bench, meticulously taking apart the only piece of tech he legally owns. He'd even purchased his set of eyeglass screwdrivers legally. Cadel is sufficiently out of his depth (read: scared) enough not to make any waves just yet.

Then his space is invaded; an unmistakable prickle goes up the back of his neck, preceding the lithe form that drapes itself beside him. Cadel is careful not to react defensively and sweep any of the pieces of phone away. That would draw attention to it as a weakness, potentially prioritize it to his visitor, and he needs this phone. Not just for his plans (what plans, he's fooling himself here) but for his mental sanity.]

Hello. [His gaze darts over to him.] Could you tell I'm another imPort? [He's trying not to be noticeable, and if something had flagged that, he wants to know.]