owning your okayness

[maskormods]

TEST DRIVE MEME

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

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

And remember to have fun!

01. Your memory is still a haze and you might feel frustrated or anxious, or maybe the sight of an underground lab you've just been led from by an escorting soldier with dried blood splatters on the floor stirs something else in you. The soldier apologizes for everything you have to see; a recent attack has left the underground lab in Cape Canaveral in near shambles. Military personnel move past you, focused on the sorely needed reparations and clean-up. You're ushered out quickly and then suddenly, you're enveloped in a faint blue blue light before you find yourself under the bright Floridian sun. Another soldier steps toward you with a smile, directing your attention to a car near a large gate. She mentions she'll be debriefing you soon, handing out a brown folder. You don't see the digital tattoo on your wrist, but it's quickly explained on your way over to the car as you realize there are other confused faces nearby, all holding files of their own.

02. The city of Heropa is worse off than the base in Cape Canaveral. The streets looks as if either a hurricane passed through the city or a small recently made it their personal wrecking grounds. Asking anyone will reveal it's the latter... sort of. None of it was intended. The locals are nice, busy with cleaning up the streets and fixing their shop windows and doors. They normally would love to take pictures with you, Hero, though they are preoccupied with work. Every now and then, however, anyone who is so obviously an imPort will find a local backing away from them nervously, pulling their child back with them before closing a door.

03. De Chima, Virginia, hasn't had the same rotten luck as Heropa. Downtown has closed off some streets for repairs, with parts of the street torn out or shop windows shattered, however people in this big city carry on with their daily lives. Anyone who is quite clearly an imPort may find themselves the center of attention, particularly with young children who rush over to you on their hoverboards. Some of the adults passing through smile and wave at you. Thank you, they say, thank you for stopping that domestic terrorist group. The country owes you. They feel even safer with an elected imPort Ambassador watching over the city.

04. Maurtia Falls, Pennsylvania, has, as always, avoided any major or minor damages. Ask about the Hornets or the recent fights between imPorts and the locals will shrug. Don't get them wrong; they're glad those damn Hornets have been dealt with, but they don't want to discuss politics. Try asking the local imPort Ambassador. What's his name? Ryan? Revan? They don't offer any more information. Naturally for a big city, the people are somewhat aloof in nature. You might even notice the police are just the same, turning their heads the other way when two shady figures exchange fat wads of cash at the street corner. Did the police just drive away in their hovervehicle without bothering to observe what those two were up to? They sure did.

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

Comments

Abigail Shea | OC

[oceansjoy]

[01]

[She's holding that file - it looks, maybe, too big in her tiny hands - and she is standing a little apart. She thinks, maybe, she can smell the Ocean, and she's looking around, confused.

She is too little for this, this is too much, because her lower lip is extended out in the most obvious pout, and it's starting to quiver a bit. This isn't Maine. She had gone for a swim and then suddenly her coat was open and she was here, disoriented, and papa isn't here to watch her, he said, never go swimming without him, because the ocean, the ocean-

And now this is why, isn't it?

The quiver turns into a full tilt wobble, and there are tears at the corner of each eye, and she is about to start crying-]

[02]

[It's such a mess that it's easy to miss her. She's sitting at the edge of a street, looking out, occasionally kicking a foot out. She has a small rashguard, the kind that surfers or people paranoid of the sun wear to go to the beach, on her lap.

She hasn't moved much from her spot; she's looking for a way to the sea, to the ocean, she thinks, if she just gets there mama can find her, right? Mama always knows where she is, if she's in the water. She has her coat. She can do this. She's not so little. She once swam circles around a shark.

But this is Florida, not Maine, not Ireland. What if the sharks here are bigger and scarier?

That isn't enough. She comes up to the closest person.]

'scuse me.

02

[bindsthedead]

[Sabriel looks down- and then crouches, so she can look at the girl on eye level. She's wearing dark clothes that cover more of her skin than the people around her, but her expression is friendly. She was a prefect at her school, and has a soft spot for children- and she notes with concern that this girl doesn't have her parents with her.]

What's wrong? Are you lost?

Elec Man | Rockman Megamix/Gigamix

[sacrificialdevice]

[01]

[He's naturally drawn to human distress - it's kind of his job, or at least a responsibility that Roll and Rock had further awakened in him, so anyone out in Heropa today will see a tall and obviously mechanical imPort helping civilians clear away debris and aiding repair efforts. The citizens seem to appreciate the help, imPort offered though it is.

Did he just catch the impact of a falling support beam on an arm? Ouch, yep, looks like it. He's wincing, but he carries on, favouring his uninjured arm. ]

[02]

[ He's just wandering the city, obviously confused and showing this by frowning at pretty much anything. First mission is to find his family though....if they're here. It's worth a try. ]

Excuse me. Have you seen any robots around here?

2

[deadtective]

Who's asking?

[very friendly, Hazel, good start to this encounter. but she's naturally a little paranoid about strangers asking her questions, especially frowning strangers inquiring after the state of the robotic community. look, she only pretended to be a robot that one time, she promises she hasn't done it since!! she knows other robots, they can vouch for her!!!]

River Tam | Firefly

[bytwo]

1

The script breaks. The soldier comes at her, his hands open and devoid of weapons, but she sees the laboratory and the blood and she screams. A second later and she's running, doesn't know where she's going, just away, away, away. She can't, she can't go on the table again, won't let them pin her up like a butterfly and dig around in her brain. Someone's wrist gets broken trying to stop her, this teenage girl who can't weigh more than a hundred pounds, and somehow she manages to make it outside.

If you're nearby, you're probably going to be conscripted into helping catch her.

3

The city is shredded but River is floating, buoyed up by the relief in the people who see her. Some kids come by with their hoverboards, and she greets them with a bright smile, plops down on the sidewalk with a couple of them so they can show her their hoverboard tricks. It's starting to irritate the people trying to get by, but so far the goodwill imPorts currently have has protected them from getting shoo'd off.

3

[microbrobotics]

Hiro lives in De Chima, so he's used to seeing ImPorts get the celebrity treatment. Heck, he sees the same thing happen to him if he's wandering around with his technopathy on display, but that isn't the case today. He slows when he sees the crowd of kids, craning his neck to see who's here. He's not much taller than some of the kids, and honestly not much older either. When he sees that River isn't someone from home, he's mildly disappointed. But since he's stopped and all, he might as well introduce himself anyway.

"They're pretty cool, huh?" He gestures to the hoverboards. "They're pretty new tech where I come from."

Toph Bei Fong | Avatar the Last Airbender

[blindsides]

o n e;;

[Anyone in the general vicinity will be privy to a little girl in green-beige clothing making a rather large scene. If you look close, she seems to be barefoot and her eyes are unfocused.]

What's this supposed to be???

[The soldier tries to placate her, to explain it's her file, but she's cut off midsentence.]

--Seriously? You're gonna give this to the blind girl? [She waves her hand in front of her face, rapidly, to illustrate her point.]

I can't read, lady, what I am supposed to do with this thing, use it as a coaster??

f i v e;;



[Despite being a girl from an incredibly rich and powerful family, Toph Bei Fong's favorite pricetag? Free. This girl is drinking in all the attention, clearly having a grand old time as she accepts the offers of various merchandise and impresses locals with her earthbending.]

Maaaaan, as much as the whole stuck-in-another-dimension thing sucks, this part is pretty okay. Heck yeah I'll take it!

[ooc: canonpoint is after The Western Air Temple, but her feet are healed!]

1.

[wordonawing]

[Now, at some point, Lucifer is also supposed to be getting this talk. The explanation about her file, what to expect, the tattoo- who the fuck cares, though? She's already walked away from her guide and left the other at a loss for words, instead striding up to the small girl and putting a hand on her shoulder.]

Here, I'll read it for you.

[Luci takes the folder in hand and then tosses it over her shoulder, while keeping eye contact with the soldier that was meant to be looking after Toph.]

Looks like it said you win a round of free ice cream and the government's paying for it! Lucky you! Let's go get it.

Takato Matsuda | Digimon Tamers

[dreamtamer]

02.

[ Right now, the only emotion Takato could feel was confusion. He looks around at the buildings with shattered windows and the damaged streets, and he can't help but think that it looks like one of the Wild Ones had attacked here. Or maybe even one of the Devas.

But that was impossible, wasn't it? The way to the Digital World was closed now.

But... ]

It isn't anything like before. But I can't help but wonder. Could this be some part of the Digital World?

[He smiles sadly.]

Or maybe it is just another dream.

[protectga]

[The hair's not as spiky as it oughta be, but Goofy's still a bit caught up in the feeling of wanting to be reunited with his friends that he doesn't take a close enough look at Takato to tell it isn't the boy he's looking for.

Then again, there's also the fact he's not the brightest bulb in the box...]

Sora!

[Then just kinda...throws his arms around Takato and lifts him off the ground into a hug.]

Ahyuck! Oh boy, am I glad you're here! I thought I was all by my lonesome! But Donald ain't with you, so we gotta go find him next too! He always gets himself into heaps a' trouble when he's all alone!

The Iron Giant

[nofollowing]

(2)

He has no concept of where he is, of what's going on, of what he's meant to be doing. But he is wandering, and there's no use to it in ways he's trying to understand. Because everything is worth looking at and yet no one is willing to speak to him. No one's even willing to look his way and he stops, cocking his head jerkily to the side, watching as one mother pulls a child away and he thinks that he's been here before. He's watched people flee, arms flailing, screaming as they go. He has no idea what's so wrong with who he is that others are so inclined to run, but he's trying to make sense of it.

For a moment he even reaches out, he stops with one arm outstretched before he pulls back and looks down at himself.

At his wrong body.

This isn't his, and he pats himself down for a moment, tugging at his pockets and his shirt, and himself until he has to wonder if this has something to do with the things he's done. If he's been put in the wrong place and the wrong self to suit a purpose. However that purpose is not meant to be here, considering the sharp looks and the ferocious glances and he finally caves and glances around, looking for something that isn't harsh and sharp edged and angry. Crazy, even. Going crazy, like Hobart had said.

Worried, he looks around, looks from person to person. "Help?" Words. He knows words. So few of them, but they're there, rusty and wrong.

(5)

He doesn't know if this is horrible or everything he's ever wanted.

Wide eyed and glossed over, he's looking from frantic person to frantic person - people in his face, people everywhere, words and offers and flailing and not even Hobart was ever this frantic with his excitement. He feels like he's being crushed with words, with people's breath and bodies and it's all too close and too much and for once he's scared for himself while simultaneously wanting to puff his chest and fill with pride. He's meant to be here, he's sure of it, but all the things he doesn't know how to say are building up inside of him until he reaches a point where shouting about Superman just no longer seems adequate.

And all of a sudden he's running, ducking his head and booking it because he needs a moment to understand. A moment he apparently isn't allowed to have, but he's passing everyone until he- runs flat out in to someone. It's a moment of sheer surprise and he looks up, wide-eyed, hands raised in surrender. This is not going well.

2

[bindsthedead]

Sabriel's been doing her best to repair the damage- but now, to Heropa, and to the reputations of imPorts- but when she hears the question, she looks up, her expression softening.

"Yes?" She steps forward, looking at the other imPort- not one she recognizes, "What's wrong?" She can think of several things- the damage to Heropa, the fear in people's eyes, all the people injured or killed because of the Hornet's actions- but this person looks confused- he must be new here.

Vriska Serket | Homestuck

[surprise8itch]

[02]

[well, well, well, well. time to take a look around whatever place she's stuck in this time. the past who even knows how many sweeps have basically been spent being forcibly taken from one totally mysterious place to another, dream bubble or not, so this isn't totally a surprise to the grey-skinned, candy corn-horned, messy-haired late-teenage dirtbag now walking the streets of whatever city she's in now. if it weren't for the obviously alien features she might look like she belongs here, with ratty blue jeans and red sneakers and a black jacket/t-shirt combo. well, maybe in the 90s, not that she knows what those are.]

[she's trying to look bored and disaffected, but honestly, this place looks like a complete wreck and she loves it. very post-apocalyptic, even if people are working on cleaning up. it looks like something terrible happened and she is all of the way about that. she's not smiling by any means, but there's almost a sense of wonder in her yellow-sclera'd eyes. still, probably not the kind of person you want to talk to. maybe. maybe the way the locals are staying away from her is the right way to react. who knows? lady luck favors the bold. feel like rolling the bones?]

[custom]

-- arachnidsGrip [AG] started trolling you --

Wow.
Wow?
I can't 8elieve the grossly swollen shame or8s on you people!
There I was having a gr8 time 8eing dead with the least uncool ghost I've ever seen and then.
8OOM!!!!!!!!
I'm sucked here and stuck in shitty awful craptown, and also I'm alive again?
Whatever, at least you guys did your research.
My reput8tion o8viously precedes me! :::;D
Now.
I'd spend my time trying to figure out how to 8r8k this place to pieces 8ut it looks like some8ody else 8eat me to it!
So how a8out someone tells me how to get 8ack to the coolest incarn8tion of Peixes in paradox space 8efore I off myself from 8oredom.
Again.

[custom]

[lisping]

maybe try goiing back two beiing dead

[And leave him alone except his life is never that easy. Never.]

Danny Fenton | Danny Phantom

[schrodingersghost]

01.

[There were some things that were never, ever a good sign. In Danny's brief career as a ghost-fighting superhero he'd seen enough of those to make lists.

This was definitely in his top ten.

Danny warily looks around as he fights the urge to go invisible right now. After all he didn't know for sure yet that this was going to end in lots and lots of painful experiments. Maybe there was a perfectly innocent reason for all this.

Yeah, no. He was pretty sure he was doomed.]

02.



[Maybe Danny Fenton couldn't do anything about the situation. You know, what with being stranded in alternate dimension Florida and everything. (All he could say about that is that this deal had better include at least one tour of the space center.)

But Danny Phantom had a lot more options. The first moment he had to himself, Danny had transformed and taken off to survey the town from above. And he did not like what he was seeing. What the heck had happened here?

Danny sighs as he lands lightly on the street.]

Looks like yet another working vacation. Typical.

01

[sacrificialdevice]

[ The imPort directly to Danny's left doesn't seem to be too happy with his situation either; he's obviously in a defensive posture.

Of course, he's also a robot, so that may have something to do with it. He mutters something hard to hear, but there. ]

More government work...?

Carol Peletier | The Walking Dead

[carolnator]

The fast-food restaurant was too crowded for Carol to comfortably go inside. She opts to walk through the drive-thru to place her order, hands over her money and takes her food with one hand on the sheathed knife at her belt, and walks a ways before perching on a shaded curb with a decent view in all directions. She watches a passing couple warily before the area is clear enough that she can focus on the task at hand.

Nothing was going to ruin this moment. Anyone who tried to start trouble or make off with her food was going to be sorry.

She holds her drink between her legs and pulls out a burger from the grease-stained bag on the ground next to her. It's still hot in her hands, which makes her smile, and she peels back the paper with a care that borders on reverence before holding it up in front of her so she can properly admire the wilted lettuce, dripping sauces and processed cheese in all of its $1.99 value menu glory.

She finally takes a bite, and the expression on her weary, dirty face could only be described as orgasmic. Her eyes slide shut and she chews slowly, savouring the intricate flavour of MSG and hormonally-enhanced beef before swallowing.

The rest of the burger disappears in about twenty seconds. The second and third burgers take a little bit longer, but not much. Anyone watching her might assume she was training for some kind of competition or homeless, eating so quickly and desperately that a bag of food big enough to feed and entire family was demolished in five minutes or less.

A single tear slides down her cheek as she slurps on the remnants of her cola, still chewing on a mouthful of shoestring fries.

[ Any city, anywhere! ]

[unhidden]

Whoa. No way. Tara's wandering, dragging her feet and holding on to that stupid file when she sees her and almost stumbles with how quickly she stops herself short.

It's not like Tara and Carol are close, or like they even know each other that well. Tara doesn't even know if Carol knows who she really is, if Rick has told her. That doesn't change the fact that these people have taken her in and been like a new family to her. We all have the family members that we just don't know all that well, right?

She pushes through the mess of people milling, people clustering and asking for photos.

"Carol!" From a sort-of distance. Not so loud as to attract attention, but enough warning that... I dunno, say someone who is maybe jumpy from an apocalypse maybe won't stab her in the skull for approaching too sudden and too fast. "Hey."

Wait, wait. Is she crying? That's not-- shit.

"Burgers are a pretty good choice. I'm kinda feeling like we're gonna need something stronger than coke, though." Her smile is tentative, worried, but Tara isn't one to let someone feel alone. Not any more.

leif chaucer | original character

[beithir]

2.
( [A bit of character info!]

The day was full of poor omens, to say the least.

To hear people speak of the Ride is to hear mockery; they would speak of a backwater collection of planets and their moons inhabited by an old-fashioned, suspicious people. Leif Chaucer knows it well. It is why he would make efforts to play down his accent, his dialect (not always successful) and why he is particularly perplexed by his current circumstances.

As he wanders the streets of Heropa, Leif has already rolled up his file and pushed it into his belt, fishing through his pockets for protein bars and emergency supplies. Granted he had better assess the new twist in his own circumstances, but it does not sit well to hold these supplies. He holds them out to a woman looking worse for wear wandering with her child but she pulls away at the sight of his hand - robotic, admittedly - prompting a quirked eyebrow.)

My apologies.

( Perhaps not simply poor omens.

Leif straightens up, moving on. )

Xellos | Slayers

[trollsdragons]

[01]

Well. Where-ever Xellos has ended up, he's certainly going to stay fed, that's for certain, with the general air of uneasy feelings everywhere. However, he's a bit uneasy himself. Being pulled away from his world by an unknown force that he can't really grasp or sense, that's too odd. Far too odd. There's a connection back home, but it's faint at best.

Once he's gotten his folder, he flips through it and looks suitably bothered by how much information they have on him - it's simply his capabilities, but even that's more than he'd like people to know. Once he's with his designated 'keeper' outside, he remains silent until she turns her back, and shimmers out of existence.

He then picks a...slightly weaker source of anxiety among the others like him in the area, and reappears behind them before tapping them on the shoulder and mustering his best innocent confused off-worlder act. "Ah, excuse me - I'm a bit lost, I'm afraid I got separated from the person guiding me!"

[05]

"Please, excuse me, I've really got things I need to be doing...!"

The awkward tone coupled with Xellos' body language shows that he's rather obviously uncomfortable with all the attention here - picking this place to investigate was not one of his wisest choices.

"I do apologize, but I really must take my leave," he finally says once he's a slight distance from anyone that might grab onto him, and he blinks away - no real direction in mind as he teleports, winding up in a distinctly less...congested area, and upon arrival, dropping to one knee and clinging to his staff for dear life. The positivity was simply far too much!

...5 >_>

[dragonspooking]

For her part, Lina enjoyed the attention - she certainly deserved it, after all - and for a while she basks in the attention, enjoying the free food. But something about the entire thing seems a little... stale without her friends here by her side and it isn't too long before she's taking to the air to sort out her thoughts.

Lina lands away from the crowds and frowns to herself, but she barely has a second to gather her thoughts before the rustle of cloth signifies the arrival of another person. Can't a girl get some sort of break around here?

Might as well face this head on, after all, there are various tactics at her disposal for getting rid of unwanted company. Or she could fly away somewhere else, find a perch on a nice, isolated building and - "Xellos?"

Not exactly what she'd been expecting when she'd turned around, and what was Xellos of all people doing in a place like this? Sure, he was usually up to something, but...

hawke | dragon age ii

[whathawksdo]

[ 03 ]

[ As if figuring out a new city full of the strange and awfully outlandish wasn't hard enough without spectators, those spectators just had to be children. Children on hover... things. Children on hover-things with the audacity to outright ask: ]

So what kind of powers do you have?

[ Admittedly, that's a few steps above someone yelling mage and running away. It's also better than being thanked for something she never did (not that she's actually tried to correct them; good will is good will, after all). Still, it leaves Hawke staring down a cadre of little people, both sides thoroughly unimpressed by the other, though perhaps more so the kids, considering her answer. ]

Unfortunately for you, the power to answer every question I'm asked with great amounts of sarcasm.

[ Definitely not a power the porter gave her, just one she's been granted naturally. It's a better answer than 'magic', anyway, seeing how answering with magic tended to get the aforementioned yelling and screaming or, in the case of fearless brats like these, the expected 'then do a trick' demand. ]

And yes, that is too a power. I'd be the expert, right? Not you.

[ other: network - voice ]

So, do these powers come with instructions?

Such as ones to, oh, I don't know, shut them off? Because, while the first week where every dog in the neighborhood brought the morning paper to my place instead of their own was funny, this is really getting out of hand...

network

[aggressiveapathy]

You're the dog whisperer?

John Constantine || Hellblazer

[johnfuckingconstantine]

1.

What the bloody hell has he gotten himself into this time? You know, there's a difference between stumbling into the unexpected and not remembering how you came across the unexpected. One he's a genius at. The other he's not so fond of. Unsurprisingly, John makes cooperation a hassle the whole time. Ushered out is an understatement. He's practically tossed.

It's the small familiarities like being able to piss off anyone in a mile radius under one minute that makes life worth living. It really is. Enough of that though. He lights up a cigarette before grabbing the file handed out to him and crops up a stupid grin at the promise of a debriefing. "Ain't you a flirt."

Couldn't help it, but anyway. Suppose he'll have to play the game a little first. Whatever the fuck it is. Maybe prod another sorry looking sod or two and get their story.

5.

The good thing is, he doesn't exactly scream out hero type. Hell, if that's what this is all about, some desperate need for the service of abnormal, he'd have to laugh a real hard one. What kind of idiot taps his shoulder with anticipation of grand heroics. Clearly someone didn't do their research.

But that's fine, his lack of sticking out works well. As it is, John's slumming it around some joint and smoking a cig, taking in the ludicrous sights of lights and bustle enough to rival Vagas but short of the few good things he can think about when he thinks about Vagas. Still, it's worth a good laugh or two while he tries to figure something out. Until some sod decides to ruin his view.

"You ruinin' me view, mate."

[ahappyending]

There might be something familiar about the young woman who turns back to him. Certainly, there might be something familiar about her pale skin and black hair. She bears a strong family resemblance to her brother, after all.

She smiles, tilting her head to the side. "I'm sorry. I got lost in it, myself. How've you been, John?"

Vergil | DmC: Devil May Cry

[brozoned]

[1.]

[At first he's disoriented, his memory suffering, and that frightens him, reminds him too much of starting from scratch, what it was like as a child, delivered to a family he can't remember, feeling displaced and alone. When they hand him the file, he opens it eagerly, as if it will explain what's going on to him, but it only serves to deepen the confusion. His shoulders tense and his jaw clenches as he reads it, darkness washing over his face - his job history, his medical records, an explanation of what he is, all of this identifying information in plain sight in an unsecured physical file that anyone could snatch from his fingers, and know all the things he's worked his whole life to keep secret.

The anger flashes in his face and he looks around for another person with a file.]

How did they find this information?

[2.]

[He's angry - angry enough that the heat of it makes him feel as if he's vibrating, the file he was handed already folded and tucked away somewhere safe, somewhere no one else can get at it. One invasion of his privacy was enough, after all, the file's very existence an affront to the effort he's spent on keeping his identity hidden.

At first he's too enraged about being torn from the climax of his life's mission, the moment of truth, where he would find out whether his plan succeeded and whether he and Dante could win, an answer he thinks he knows, to really notice the devastation around him. But after a few minutes of walking, eyes hard and focused ahead, he starts to see it. The devastation.

Then he notices a woman pulling her child into her home, the door partly blocked by a large piece of plywood attached to a heavy beam. Crossing over, brows furrowed, he pulls the wood out of the way with little effort, only to be greeted by the woman hesitantly reaching forward to pull her door shut, asking if he wouldn't just please leave them alone.]

I mean you no harm...

[But the door is shut, and he turns, catching the eye of someone else walking by.]

What happened here?

2

[bindsthedead]

[Sabriel looks up. If he has to ask, the man is obviously a new imPort- so she stops, and sighs.] It's a bit of a long story.

Heropa was attacked in February by an anti-import group called the Hornets- The prison was destroyed, two neighborhoods were burned down, and then they did... something to the minds of some imPorts- it made them violent, and well... one of them attacked the 'porter' and some of the rest started attacking- other imPorts mostly, but not just us. [As Sabriel recounts the story, she frowns angrily. She might have only arrived last month, but it hurts to see how quickly things can go wrong- Heropa was thriving when she first arrived, and now it's in this state.]

Spock | Star Trek AOS

[logistical]

[network]

Greetings. I am a recent arrival.

I have two inquiries:

Firstly, what is the highest level of technology freely available to the populace?

Secondly, what is the most efficient method of removing the tattoo?

Your assistance is appreciated.

wildcaaard

[jirk]

[This is the story of how Jim slings an arm around his shoulders. He's currently dual-wielding ice cream cones, so this has the unfortunate side effect of coming dangerously close to getting one of them stuffed up Spock's nose. #friendship.]

Okay, black sesame seed soy ice cream? Officially the weirdest thing I've ever tried. Here, got you some.

Zod | DC Comics (Earth-12/JL Beyond)

[zodbob]

2

[As someone new, Zod naturally has very little idea what happened to make this place so ruined. From what little speak he gathered with locals, it sounds like a disastrous battle was waged. It reminds him of how many cities back home look right now. He easily notices a couple people turning away in what looks like fear, but it doesn't bother him much even if he doesn't fully understand it.

Still, he doesn't want to hang around and do nothing. Instead he'll try to help the locals in repairs and clean-up in whatever way he can: lifting large debris and flying it out of the area and offering his services to locals working on repairs. Some locals accept the help, most of them don't.

He can be found doing that or taking a break after working, sitting on the curb of a street with a bottle of water.]

3

[Like the other city, this one is in rough shape too. The locals seem friendlier. ...Too friendly actually, at least for Zod's comfort. The first couple times he's thanked for something he wasn't part of he just says "you're welcome" and leaves it at that. The few more times after that slowly make him feel awkward, but he's still polite. Several more times after that is when he begins to feel completely out of his zone, completely baffled by how bizarrely friendly people are.

It leads him to getting out of the busier areas of the town as quickly as possible so he can get away and breathe for a moment, almost wishing to be ignored.]

People are so strange here. [He says to himself with a sigh before leaning against an undamaged building, trying to brush off the energetic weirdness of the last few minutes.]

5

[Zod is really not feeling it.

Twenty minutes of being here and he already has a small stack of papers in his hands. Everything from promotional discounts, to advertisements and fliers about keeping Nonah clean and proper and so on. He feels bad saying 'no' so he just accepts it all and now he has a pile of useless papers.

Quietly he looks around for someone, hopefully someone who isn't aggressive, and goes up to tap their arm.]

Um, excuse me, but do you want these? They're all discounts for...things.

[He has no idea what even half of these papers are for at this point.]

5

[daughteroftheoriginal]

[Hoo boy. When May turns around, she spots someone who looks as out of it as she pretty much felt when she first got here. The huge stack of coupons and fliers don't really discourage the thought, since the locals have been doing the same thing to pretty much everyone, lately.]

Sorry, no. I can help you find somewhere we can get rid of them, though. And show you around, if I'm right in guessing you're new?

[She offers her hand out with an easy smile on her face.]

I'm May.

Teddy Altman | Marvel 616 | Let's try this again...

[notasaviour]

1)[Okay, Teddy's definitely uneasy at having being in that lab. He's not entirely sure why, not with his memory as unclear as it is, but blood-stained labs just seem like they should have bad memories for him. Maybe that's why he's looking out for any other anxious faces. It's easier to deal with his own discomfort that way, at least.

So have a 6ft tall teenager rubbing the back of his neck and smiling in a friendly way. His file's still in his hand, unopened; he can look at it later, when it's important, right?]

Hey, are you okay?

2) [He's here, just helping tidy up. At least he's strong enough (and in Hulkling form, big enough) to be able to pick up and shift any big pieces of rubble, so he's helpful enough on that front. And maybe it will help, with the people who see him and back off, if he proves he's only here to help.

Of course, shifting bigger pieces of junk sometimes means he can't exactly see where he's going...]

4)[Okay, this town is definitely not Teddy's kind of place, but at least he doesn't get swarmed here. And at least it isn't in ruins. He should probably be used to the photography, at least, but he hasn't even done anything in this world to merit the kind of attention he seems to get anywhere else.

Still, it is kind of weird watching the police just ignore something obviously shifty. Teddy hesitates; maybe it isn't so bad, if no-one's raising an eyebrow. On the other hand, shifting from tall blond-haired blue-eyed teenager to average-height brown-haired green-eyed adult isn't that hard.]

Might as well check it out, right? Just in case.

4 breathes on you

[verification]

[ She pats the shapeshifter on the arm, a hand snagged on the strap of her satchel as she stops him from heading over with a touch. ]

It's not worth it, trust me. Pick your battles for when they'll count.

Vermouth | Detective Conan

[secretmakesawoman]

[01]

[Vermouth, better known to the public as Chris Vineyard, is unfazed by the blood or the lab. However, she narrows her eyes at those who usher her along. Vermouth does not like not knowing, even if there is a certain familiarity in it. The debriefings, the secrecy… Usually though, the big boss would let her know the plan sooner rather than later. She looks over her files, her face masked with a cool gaze to hide any surprise she might feel at what she finds. Whoever brought her here certainly did their homework. Much of the information is only known to the highest members of the Organization. She closes the folder, resolving to never let anyone see it. She might have to kill them if they do.

Once she reaches the others, Vermouth slips back into the role of Chris Vineyard, the cool and mysterious actress. She keeps to herself, though if someone wishes to speak to her, she is quite willing to make conversation, especially if it will give her information.]

[02]

[Once arrives at Heropa, Vermouth decides to try out her powers before exploring, transforming her appearance to look twenty years older and brunette. The convenience is nice, though it does remove some of the art to disguising. The sight of destruction is hardly new, though usually Vermouth is somehow involved in the makings of it. Whoever decided to enlist her as a Hero must not have read her file. She is willing to act the part, at least until new orders arrive, so any locals who talk to her will get a charming “Why thank you,” in reply.

Privately, though, she thinks those who back away are far wiser.

After an hour goes by with no news from the Boss, Vermouth decides it is high time to contact That One herself. Taking out her communicator, she dials a number. The sound of the numbers’ tone is remarkably like the song Seven Crows, if anyone would recognize it.]

02

[eastdetective]

[Conan recognized that song, alright. And he knew exactly what it meant. One of them was here. Worse, he didn't recognize the woman on the phone. Which meant everything and nothing. It could be a new agent he had never met before. Or with the mastery of disguise he knew they were capable of, it could be any of the ones he knew.

He couldn't approach, but he couldn't leave either. Not without knowing more. So lingers in the street, pretending to pay attention to a nearby storefront.]

Bad Girl | No More Heroes

[clobbered]

01

[ Bad Girl pouts, looking clearly unamused. What is this file thing? Where's Sylvia? Wasn't she the one who roped her into this UAA bullshit? She looks at her files briefly, before tossing it up and the air and not giving a shit. ]

Whatever.

[ Sorry if it hit you, or something. But it's not like her mood's going to be improved without booze or sex or something. ]

You didn't leave any of the good shit for me? That's kinda rude.

[ Can she have her bat back now? ]

05

[ Now this is what Bad Girl is talking about! She's got her bat strapped upon her back, carrying a half finished 40 proof raspberry vodka in one hand and an unopened six pack of beer in the other. Yes, she loves it. She's gonna get drunk, find cute guys and enjoy herself because fuck everything else.

You look cute. At this moment in time, Bad Girl's looking for company. She saunters towards you. ]

Heeeey.

[ The smell of alcohol is heavy on her breath. ]

You wanna drink with me?

[chiotte]

[hi kimi this is the world's most horrendous placeholder]

painwheel | skullgirls

[gaebolga]

(05)

[painwheel does not look like much of a hero. she looks like a movie monster: bulging veins, unnatural spikes and nails and the pinwheel, blades at rest behind her back. but she can't be anything but an imPort -- and so the mob swarms forward at her, talking over each other and holding out fliers and pushing food, drinks, papers at her to be signed or read. heroes come in all shapes and sizes, right?

even with the mask on, she's becoming visibly more agitated, tension in every muscle, crawling backward on all fours and cringing away from the crowd of curious normies like a spooked animal.]

Leave me alone!

[lisping]

[Sollux has been getting plenty of unwanted attention himself, and he looks normal-ish. Okay, the grey skin, but his glasses hide his eyes, and humans aren't that different in shape from trolls. But he can see the girl getting increasingly agitated, and decides to step in before some gets eviscerated. Not that the wouldn't deserve it, but whatever. He's having a decent day.

A push of his TK, and the mob of people closest stumble backwards]

Hey, fuck off.

Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin | Kingsman

[heelclicked]

02
[ To anyone who takes note of Eggsy, he appears as a young fellow dressed to the nines as he walks in a rather blasé manner through the streets of downtown Heropa, his hands tucked into the pockets of his trousers. Though he's literally just arrived, it's not hard to tell that this place has seen much better days and is in the process of recovering--from what, exactly, he doesn't know, but it's about what he might have expected to see back... home. (He hasn't quite wrapped his head around this alternate dimension crap, but he supposes it's not entirely out of the cards given the shit that had just gone down when he was ported in.) The thought gives way to a more troubled expression on his face, stopped only when he realizes he's bumped into a small child, who ends up dropping his toy. ]

--Sorry there, bud. Let me get that for you.

[ He slips his hands out of his pockets as he squats down to the ground to reach the kid's eye level, one hand reaching over to pick up the toy and hold it up at the child. The boy has a look of cautious admiration on his face, and he seems like he's about to thank the stranger for getting his toy, but it's all interrupted when his mother pulls him away with a "Get away from him, son. Don't talk to them," and a cold look at Eggsy, whose eyebrows are raised at the ungratefulness. And then they walk hurriedly away from him. ]

Think I might have missed the "thank you," but you're welcome, madam.

[aggressiveapathy]

Oh god. It's the British invasion.

[April isn't dressed exactly as nice, but it is a work day. Which means a dress and heels instead of whatever happened to be on the floor when she got up. The city may still be mildly on fire after the last week, but that wasn't anything new. Certainly not enough to stop her from taking lunch not inside her office, but out on a bench where she can ignore and be ignored instead. She watched the interaction with a half-eaten hot dog in hand, scoffing a little as the kid and woman booked it. God, opinion changed fast around here.]

Sollux Captor | Homestuck

[lisping]

1) [Even if Sollux hasn't bothered trolling the humans, he's watched them, enough to know that with his psi powers, you might be able to take on couple of the adults - but there are more than a couple, And living on Alternia has bred a healthy suspicion of (and compliance with) adults with guns. The harsh red bloodstains on the floor helped - not shocking, but clear markers of violence. The sun is blindingly bright after the meteor, but it doesn't sear the way the Alternian sun did.

When the car lets him out, he's already more than half-absorbed in fiddling with the communicator, frowning at it]

Jesus, a wriggler could break this security, this is ridiculous.

3) [The amount of attention he's been getting is frankly unnerving. It takes a few seconds' concentration, but getting the trick of switching into human form isn't hard. Even if he feels heavy and sluggish and vaguely disgusted with himself. More disgusted than usual.

Unfortunately a teenager with red and blue sunglasses and patchy tan and pale white skin still kind of stands out in a crowd]

[glowsferatu]

[ she's just wondering around two when she catches it, a symbol she recognizes in a very specific color. but she isn't sure she knows the wearer, and it's a common enough symbol on this world, except when paired with those mismatched glasses. cosplayer, it must be. though where they got the idea is a bigger question.

how much shit has eridan been talking? ]

Excuse me. Sorry to be a bother, but I was wondering if you might tell me where you got that shirt.

gwen stacy ∴ marvel earth-65

[thiwp]

01/02
[ well that sure was a thing that just happened.

Gwen likes to think that after finding out there are multiple realities with multiple versions of herself, of Peter Parker, of everything and everyone she knows, and that some group of powerful beings enjoys feeding on people with abilities like hers - nothing could really stump her. but then she's getting escorted to car after waking up in some kind of facility, with a file that knows more about her life than she can actually remember off the top of her head, and that all gets flipped on its ass. she's caught looking out the window as they drive through the city - "where are we?" "Florida." "oh. of course." "please, miss, I don't have much time to explain..." - and she has to ask if it was the Inheritors, if this reality ( sorry, this city ) was torn apart in search of someone like her ( wouldn't that be just peachy - getting brought here just to get lifeforce-sucked up by those jerks ), but the woman insists she doesn't have to worry about them here.

and that just makes this more confusing, doesn't it? the Inheritors could go anywhere, to any reality in any universe. so what the heck was this place?

too many questions, not enough answers. blah blah. she's almost getting used to that feeling. almost. she's got her mask on and her hood up by the time the car's dropping her off somewhere, and that file gets tucked in her backpack to be ignored for the rest of eternity.

it's a little weird, walking around in her costume instead of webslinging, but everyone seems either on edge, or really exhausted, or both. no need to swing around like a noseypants if she can offer some help first. which she does, little by little. lifting things and using webbing as temporary patches wherever she can. all while trying to make small talk, find out more about this place, what's going on.

it's all pretty boring until a tingle crawls up her spine, stringing her upright without a second thought. she looks up just in time to see a chunk of debris start to slide from one of the roofs up above, and she manages to rush forward and catch it in a web before it hits the ground or the people standing under it. ]

Yyyikes! Close call, huh? Don't worry, that webbing will hold up just fi-

Just stay away from us. You hear me? We don't need your help!

[ well. it's not like she's not used to that kind of treatment, but uh. wasn't the whole point that they did need her help? the guy's scooping his kid up and moving away before she can even think of a witty response, and she doesn't even try to mask her disgruntled huff. ]

Jeeze! What's that guy's problem?

[ said with an exaggerated jerk of her thumb, and to nobody in particular, but seriously. what gives? ]


05
[ on the flip side, there's this place.

which has Gwen walking around even a little more tense than how she felt after realizing that not everybody looooves the imPorts. yeah. she got that message loud and clear. but here? so far she's been offered three modeling gigs ( and she's not even wearing a mask! ), six free samples of ice cream ( "don't mind if I do!" ), and the weirdest of all?

people thanking her. just because.

yeah.

which is a little alarming because, as stated, there's no mask action going on right now, but eh! it's not like anybody's calling her Spider-Woman. secret identity is still very much intact. they just somehow know she's an imPort ( not creepy at all! ), and think she needs recognition for all the wonderful things she's done. or will be doing. who knows.

she's taking it all in as best as she can, but eventually she has to sit. she needs a break. Gwen's not exactly crowd-shy, but- ]

Ooohmygod, I can't eat anymore. [ full tummy = break time. she's got another full container of ice cream ( yes, that makes seven. chocolate marshmallow this time! ) in hand as she slumps down onto a bench, and then she turns to the person sitting next to her, doing something very un-NYCer of her, but hey. when in Nonah, do as the ...Nonahaianananians do. ] Here. Want this? I haven't even opened it yet. They went from handing out little samples with tiny spoons, to just giving me full pints of the stuff. Crazy, right?

5

[wordonawing]

[And what strange luck it is that the woman sitting next to Gwen is yet another imPort! Who would have guessed this could happen. No one, that's who. Still Luci, who had been sipping at a cup of coffee gives an arched eyebrow to the girl beside her offering just a ... tub of ice cream.]

I have to say, this is not much of an upgrade from offering candy from a van. At least candy doesn't melt in the sun.

Harry Dresden | The Dresden Files

[underwforwizard]

[1]

[Harry just knows it's going to be one of those days. Maybe it's because of his pounding headache, maybe it's because he got a few hours sleep last night, or maybe it's because he's being escorted through a bloody underground laboratory by armed soldiers without a good god damn clue where he is. Yeah, it's probably that last one to be honest.

Suddenly there's a flash of light and before he knows it there's an exploding star in the sky! No wait...that's just the sun. False alarm. One thing is for damn sure though, this sure as hell ain't Chicago. Not with this heat. Harry already feels himself baking inside his duster.

Finally Harry finds himself staring dumbly at the folder he's been handed after being lead away. His head hurts. He doesn't want to read anything. Harry looks left, then right, then back at the file.]

So, who here thinks they've lost their mind?

[Harry raises his hand.]

Anybody? Just me?

[2]

[So the good news is that Harry's fairly certain he hasn't gone insane. The bad news is everything else. Being here means he's not in Chicago where everyone needs him. Also this whole mess just reeks of comic book parallel world shenanigans. Who said reading comic books would never help prepare him for the real world?

Somehow he needs to find his way back. Unfortunately he's got no idea how to do that at the moment. For now he can at least give a helping hand. This place looks like...well it looks like how most places do after Harry gets into a fight. Of course the nervous looks he gets grabs his attention.]

What? Got something on my face?

Haaaaaaaarry...! ...and [1]

[hands4healing]

[Winry still hopes she'll find Al, or someone else from home when the new ImPorts are brought in. Hearing the question, she glances around, spying a tall man, speaking aloud.]

You haven't lost your mind.

[Well.]

I don't think at least. I don't know you personally!

alberto reyes | dc

[whatyoumust]

01

[this is far more his son's thing than his own, but it's not as if alberto has never had to deal with anything weird in his life. so he takes it all in stride-- a cautious one, he's no fool (his fingers close tightly around the head of his cane)-- and as soon as he has a moment to spare he's leafing intently through the stack of papers.

a bunch of jargon, surprise surprise, but like hell he'll let himself into a situation like this completely blind. perhaps pulling a fellow import aside will help. doesn't hurt to make friends, at any rate.]

Excuse me, [he says, tapping the shoulder of the nearest stranger,] can you tell me if we all have the same packets, here?

05

[this is the first time that alberto's been to north carolina: he doesn't get much time to leave the garage back home, and it's not really the first on his mind for family vacation spots (because like hell he would leave his family of his own accord). it's pleasant, though: the weather is fine, the sun is warm on his skin, and in spite of the hustle and bustle it's still the most normal place he's seen in all the time he's been in this strange new world.

so hello, nonah. there's a middle-aged dad sitting peacefully on a bench in the park with a cane resting on his knees. no adventure or peril here today, he's just taking in the sunlight. (and standing by in case one of those kids breaks their neck on the monkey bars.)]

01

[bindsthedead]

[Sabriel had arrived out of curiosity, and to greet the new imPorts. She nods, looking unnaturally pale and out of place in the bright sunlight.]

Yes, everyone does- what they say is different, but it's always people's names and powers and medical histories- that sort of thing. I don't know how they get the information though.