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[maskormods]

TEST DRIVE MEME

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

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

And remember to have fun!

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

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 small, cheery city of Heropa is finishing some downtown construction work following an attack some months ago. There are enough construction crews still around and on break to wave and raise a cup of coffee in a salute to the most obvious imPorts. You might even be thanked for playing a role in saving the city from whatever happened.

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

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

04. Maurtia Falls, Pennsylvania, is just fine as always. Ask the residents about their opinions on the recent two-block space that burned in a fire or the imPorts mixed up in the incident, and the locals will shrug. They're just not interested in talking 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?

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The Midnighter | Wildstorm

[grouchinleather]

02. [The 6'5” man dressed head to toe in black leather is clearly not dressed for Florida. Nor does he seem to care about this fact. He's much more interested in learning about this damn place they've stranded him in, interrogating random passer-bys stupid enough to approach him until he had a decent idea of what was going on.

The Cold War? Still? Seriously?

He already hates this place.

The Midnighter wanders around town, irritable, with sweat pouring down from beneath his mask (a fact he doesn't seem aware of), and angrily muttering:]

Door. God damn it, Door.

[When that doesn't give him the results he wants, he let's out a growl of frustration.]


03. [The Midnighter keeps his coat drawn up close against him, ostensibly due to the wind, but truth be told he barely feels it. All he wants to do is try and keep a low profile, and by grabbing his coat to keep it closed (thus masking the giant crescent moon insignia on his chest) and keeping his head down, he isn't doing a half bad job. Of course, there aren't many people who walk down the street wearing a black leather cowl, and so he still finds himself drawing attention to himself from time to time, attention that's dealt with by a sharp glare and an obscene hand gesture.

All except one.

A little girl, upon spotting him, pulls away from her mother's hand to run over to him and offers him a small stuffed bear as a token of her appreciation “for everything he's done.” For the first time since arriving in this backwater dimension, his expression softens, and he crouches down to the little girl's eye level.]

That's really nice of you, sweetheart, but that's your bear, you keep him and take good care of him for me instead. Can you do that?

[A small smile forms on his face when she tells him she can, and he pats her gently on the head. She then asks for an autograph, a request he quickly accomodates, pulling a sharpie out from beneath his coat to sign the ribbon around the bear's neck. Noticing the crowd had apparently taken that as a cue to come near him, he glares, "fuck off" radiating from his every pore. They take a step back.

He's so focused on getting people to leave him alone, he's oblivious to the scene he's making.]


05. [He's barely been in Nonah for five minutes, and he already wants to kill someone (which honestly might be a new record in restraint for him). The Midnighter must have threatened the lives of at least a dozen overzealous idiots trying to give him things, but it didn't remotely seem to deter anyone else from trying their luck anyway. Finally, after the third vendor in a row tries to offer him a flyer, he snaps, grabbing the entire phonebook sized stack of flyers from the vendors hand and ripping them in two with one quick motion.]

The next moron who tries to give me something has that happen to them.

[The vendors finally take a step back. Midnighter dumps the torn stack of papers in the trash and keeps walking.]


[OOC: Let's try this again now that I'm once more familiar with his actual canon, and no longer have to rely on my fuzzy memory of it.]

03

[illuminescent]

[Here's another young girl; she's making her way through the crowd, that's stepping back. She had managed to catch sight of him being kind of the little girl, and that's reason enough to save him from the murmuring of the crowd.

She does not scare him; Lucy is fearless.]

Sir?

[She smiles a bit, the smile reaching her eyes. There's no guile in her, nothing false. She is bright as a brass button.]

I should hope to ask you, if you could please escort me? I would take you from where people are watching.

[The offer is real. She looks harmless - weaponless, certainly - and even her powers are mild and non-threatening.]

The Stupid Sexy Murder Bot | That Movie Where You Might Never Know His Age | probably spoilers

[stupidsexymurderbot]

((going to put prompts below so they collapse easier!! Just in case of spoilers...))

[stupidsexymurderbot]

1
[This... This is wrong. This is unsettling. This is like waking once again, but this time, there is no threat, no chained intelligence telling him to calm, to listen, to obey. There is nothing familiar. Reaching for the net is like reaching for a severed limb -- all the commands are processing, all artificial neurons are firing. And there is nothing. No response. No sense of integration and flowing data like a river through the back of his mind.]

[A severed hand, a lost sense.]

[There are no others.]

[For a brief instant, the feeling of loss and isolation overwhelms the indignation and the rage. He stalks past everything, ignoring files and humans and anything in his wake. There has to be something, someone, responsible, and those bland faces don't match anyone worth note. Not any of the so-called Avengers, not Stark...]

[Well. That is certainly an irritated robot stomping around like a kid having a tantrum.]



4
[Since the blanket disguise worked so well -- no it didn't -- when unveiling himself before, he's taken to using it again. This time, in the mouth of an abandoned building. Only the glow of his running lights visible. It pays to stay... off the radar, so to speak. At least while he gets his bearings. Understands exactly what he's come up against.]

[Been sucked into.]

[The men on the corner are the object of much study. Observation. Maybe this is, in fact, a good place to start. If humans are so willing to turn a blind eye to their own kind...]

[Yes... easy to begin anew, here. It's hardly a small Eastern European nation, but hey. Baby steps.]

Beelzemon | Digimon Tamers

[blastmode]

A: Heropa

[At first when he'd arrived here? Beelzemon hadn't been too thrilled.

Back in another stinking human world again. And this time without any other digimon to pick fights with? It had to be some kinda sick joke. As if his last visit to a human world had gone so well. Surprise, surprise- it'd been horrible. Boring and full of pathetic and predictable idiots that took to running and screaming at the sight of a little fireball.

But this? No, he was not expecting this. People actually noticing him- thanking him for doing absolutely nothing and asking for his picture? This might not be too bad. Hell, he might be able to get used to this. Was it just the place that was different? Or was it cuz of his new look- his new power? And the people who're afraid of him? Even better.

When he sees some sappy scene- a mother giving him a dirty look and hiding her child behind her- that earns a scoff. How touching. Beelzemon pulls one of the guns out of his holsters and taps it against his shoulder.]

Ey- you got a problem or what? [This outta be good. It's mostly just for show, but somebody stop him, please]

B: De Chima

[As soon as he's stepped foot in this crappy city, Beelzemon feels sick to his stomach. Downright depressing and way too freaking quiet. The people here sure aren't any better, and most of them are throwing him funny looks. What's their problem? Never seen a guy with three eyes before?

Well, now. They could use a little livening up, couldn't they? And he knows the perfect way to do it.

Beelzemon's on his motorcycle- cranking the engine to make as much noise as he possibly can, and driving it through the streets at full speed. Do you think he knows the traffic laws of the human world? If you guessed "yes", you'd be dead wrong.]

C: Wildcard!

A

[bindsthedead]

That's enough. [It doesn't matter that he's taller than her, bigger than her, or that she doesn't know his powers- Sabriel's putting herself between the imPort and the woman without a trace of fear, one hand held up in a spellcasting gesture, even if she isn't reaching into the Charter yet. Dressed in clothes from this world, she's easy to mistake for a normal human, aside from the pallor of her skin and the odd mark on her forehead.]

The people of this city have been through enough- stop bothering them.

Danny Fenton | Danny Phantom

[schrodingersghost]

01.
This was not good.

This was so not good.

Danny had no idea what was going on here, but a year of superheroing had taught him that anything that involved soldiers and the government probably meant bad news for him. The Guys in White were bad enough. Did this mean there was a second government group after him now?

He grabs on to his folder and warily follows the soldier, listening to the explanation as he watches the the other people around.

Wait, tattoo? He takes a quick look at his wrist and groans.

"Mom is going to kill me for this."

05.
Danny had barely been in the city five minutes, and he was already starting to get a little overwhelmed. Yeah, Amity Park had gotten busy sometimes, but back there pretty much everyone ignored him.

They weren't ignoring him here. He laughs softly to himself. Hero, huh. That sure was different.

But, right. Distractions. He needed to figure out what was going on here. You know, besides being kidnapped and stuck in a working vacation. Again. And he kind of needed to figure out if there were any ghost hunters hanging around.

But he needed to be careful about it. Sneaky.

He could totally be sneaky if he had to.

Danny very casually strolls up to one of the people on the street.

"So, you ever get any ghosts around here?"

01

[crapbearer]

"Well, I mean, at least it could be worse."

Another confused face, one belonging to a kid much younger and shorter than Danny, but he's still managing a cheerful demeanor. Max is looking down at his own tattoo before taking a glance up at Danny's. "I mean, it could say something like buttface, right? In the whole 'tattoo'd against our will' department, at least we got off easy."

Kevin Levin - Ben 10 Omniverse (Rooters Era)

[koolaids]

04. [ Once - a lifetime ago - Kevin would have attacked them out of spite. Where did they get off letting that much cash trade hands? Hey, if it was stolen anyway, why not take it for himself? He totally deserved it way more than they did. They probably would have called him a freak anyway, might as well give them what they deserved -- what they all deserved.

But that was another Kevin, one without a purpose of direction in his life. I'm the hero echoed in his mind, a mantra Servantis had drilled into him from day one of Basic, a mantra further reinforced by his arrival and registration here. Registered hero, it said right there on his wrist, in writing that could never be erased.

He's a hero.

They're a problem.

No questions, no observance, no investigation, only action. That's what he was trained for.

He stalked toward them, a dark look on his face, dragging his hand along the brick side of a building and letting the red stony texture sweep up his arm as he absorbed the material into his own body -- then, without breaking stride, broke into a run and slammed a stone punch right into the gut of one of the criminals.

The shady character howled in pain and doubled over, attracting the attention of bystanders. A small crowd began to gather, gawking at the scene -- Kevin was sure they were impressed, maybe a little frightened. Good. Maybe no one else would get any bright ideas about becoming a problem like these guys.

The other guy -- the one holding the cash, made a move to start running but Kevin had him by the wrist before he could get away, digging his heavy stone feet into the pavement and yanking him back. The criminal in his grip yelped as he stumbled back, falling to Kevin's feet.

The criminal in his grip sputtered an apology, a confession, started trying to make deals. Kevin let a smirk cross his face as he squeezed harder, feeling the tiniest crack beneath his fingers as his captive yelled in agony.

Around him, bystanders gawked and gasped at the scene. Kevin snatched the cash from the criminal's hand. ]

Serves you right.

[cartesianspidertank]

[ A large spider tank materialized nearby. It speaks, in a high-pitched, excited tone. ]

Hey! Good job on catching those guys, although I think you are probably being overzealous! The yelling indicates that he is probably in pain, maybe you don't know that????

You should probably let them go now. I've alerted the local authorities. There is a corruption problem in this city, but likely after such a public scene they'll have to act just to show some face. Although criminals this low level likely will have little impact on the actual crime rate!

Gazelle | Kingsman

[steeletto]

02

Standing out was not an unfamiliar feeling. Even the overly polite and politically correct would linger on her legs before overcompensating with said politeness. The general, apologetic complacency which came following being caught staring had always made her job easier, in fact. So the lingering looks and whispers barely registered. But the scenery? Now that was a much more interesting matter.

Gazelle stopped by the first parked flying car she came across, a mild smile in place as she examined it. Old style combined with advanced technology- it was a unique mix, compared to the streamlined world she was used to.

"Same time, same place. And a whole new world. The wonders of motivation."

5

"I don't model. Thank you."

It was said with perfect civility, the smile perfected after months and months of serving as a personal assistant, but a thing line of steel was beginning to appear in the tone. However lucrative this whole 'hero' business may be, she was not interested in throwing her life away playing as a living doll. Russia was a threat, terrorists, old heroes slipping in to make nuisances of themselves, the entire world on a brink. That was fascinating. The people flocking around the newly arrived heroes were pests at best, and her difficultly in simply making it from one side of town to another in the midst of them was starting to wear.

"Please. Don't make me say it again"

Or Wild Card

Start a scene and Gazelle will appear.

Bader | Vampire: The Masquerade

[proteus]

01.

[ Tires burned the baked asphalt of balmy May Florida weather with rising smoke oozing around soft black rubber when the car pulled to a complete stop. People meandering around the sidewalk all stopped dead in the tracks to watch the unfolding drama pouring out of the black sedan. Someone in a suit had a tall woman with long brown arm in a vice-like grip by the forearm.

The woman screamed, she pleaded - she even started to cry with ruby red tears pinpricks in the corners of her wide grey eyes. No imPort raised this much of a fuss being ushered out into the wild blue yonder that was down town Heropa, but this woman was hysterical.

Thrown out with the car racing past it was goddamned miracle the sort of red seeding Frenzied fear didn't take complete hold as the woman hauled ass into a near by diner. Pushing people aside as if they weighed nothing as she muscled her way through the throng of people. Out from the sun and under red and white candystripped awning.

She stood under the awning as a slender hand reached out with long fingers withering back under the sun. Neither asleep nor bursting the flames of her final death under the light of day. Bader looked out bewildered into the gathering crowd of curious and concerned onlookers and wondered - what the hell? ]

now entering from stage left, the worst philodox ever

[unwiseheart]

Not enjoying the fine weather we are having?

[ A question asked, accent -- vaguely Russian, but not quite -- not so strong as to overwhelm his English.

The lack of burning death in the light won't fool all the onlookers. Nicolai had taken note of her wild escape, the bleeding tears, the panic, that smell. It isn't apparent to any other nose, but he knows it. He knows it too well, the primal urge to growl and attack right there and then having rushed up his throat like bile. He isn't a warrior, though. He's no wild dog. Instead, he told it to bide its time, follow, look, see.

Catching the next car and demanding the driver follow the other. Odd as that was, only the barest of questions had been asked -- why? Why, that was a friend from home, clearly in need of help. That was all it took. No one questioned. How stupid. Now he is there, standing close behind her, closer than the gathering crowd, but not so close to raise a fright from Bader. ]

Harrison Wells | The Flash (CW)

[hsalf]

(Note: If you're looking to avoid any major spoilers let me know. He's being played mid-finale.)

01.

[As if his ongoing situation wasn't frustrating enough as it is, now he's been thrown into a completely different world not even on the same timeline as his own. Fate has had a way of playing tricks on him for a long time and this feels like yet another hurdle. It's taking a lot not to snap in complete anger.

Whatever is going on here it's on a large scale, he realizes as hhe's brought out and is given the folder. His eyes glaze over his brown folder, not entirely digesting any of the information on it no matter how many times he rereads parts of it, before he shuts it. Instead he focuses on the other people around him, all seemingly in the same situation judging by the folders they're holding onto. Quietly he breathes in, compartmentalizing his anger and shuffling it to the backburner of his mind, before he walks up to the closest person to him with a thin smile.]

They're a friendly bunch, aren't they? [A simple start, one that should get an immediate response.]

04.

[After cleaning up in his new home and feeling like an actual human again, Harrison Wells decides to go for a walk in Maurtia Falls. He's been told this is considered to be something of a rough neighborhood and he can tell from the way the civillians behave. A couple times he approaches someone who doesn't seem busy and asks an innocent question, nothing that would make him seem new or even an imPort to the eye. It's clear just from the few different attitudes that this isn't a very pleasant place.

It becomes even clearer when one of the two people he asks questions from roughly jerks his arm as he tries to walk away and slams him against the nearest concrete wall. The jerker pulls out a knife and the taller friend demands his valuables. A classic mugging, but in broad daylight. Seems dressing pressed and clean has downsides in a rough area like this. They may not even realize he's an imPort yet.

Will you help him or will you watch to see how he might get out of this?]

05.

[After a solid half hour of walking around Nonah, he's amassed a pile of at least fifty different types of fliers of all sorts. There was really no downside to not accepting when they're offering to give things away, be it for free or discounted. If he doesn't want any of them, he'll throw them out - not an issue.

However it's a very large pile still. Once he's away from the bustle of the crowded streets, he goes to the park and sits at one of the tables laid out in the open space. He begins to sort through the papers there, carefully reading over and selecting which ones look promising and which ones are garbage. About half way through a gust of wind blows through and the papers fly out, some of them going over the fence that divides the park from the streets of Nonah.

If you're walking on by, prepare to possibly get smacked by a collection of flying fliers if you aren't watching yourself. If you do get hit, you'll hear a voice-]

Sorry about that, those are mine!

Wildcard

[Make up a prompt if you don't find any of the above good.]

4

[bindsthedead]

[Sabriel doesn't shout or even make much of a fancy entrance- there's simply a flash of light, and the two muggers find themselves unable to move- they're standing like two bewildered statues as Sabriel starts running toward the scene.]

Are you unharmed?

Cole | Dragon Age: Inquisition

[fadeling]

05.

[Somehow, no one is approaching this one, even if he looks rather obviously like he doesn't belong. For anything. In fact, they seem to be completely ignoring him. And rather than being upset or angry, he seems just fine with that. He stands in the middle of the road—dirty patched leathers, pale stringy hair, and a wide hat—but everyone seems to just walk right around him without even noticing it, then carrying on with their lives without so much as acknowledging the young man.

More than anything, he looks like he’s listening—to what is unclear. There’s too much noise with the crowd all trying to speak over each other to make out anything specific. But he definitely seems to be concentrating on something. He doesn’t seem to notice too much that the place itself is strange—that he’s never seen it before. That isn’t the most important part, really. Not as far as he’s concerned.

After a moment he speaks, quietly and mostly to himself, but it doesn’t make much sense.]

It’s too loud. Too much. Whispers, worries... She walks and...she smiles, but she doesn't want to. Not really. Not while he's stuck.

[He shakes his head, but doesn’t move. It’s hard to know where to start in the face of so many people, all with their own little secret things he needed to help with—even though they smiled. So many of them needed him that he stood frozen, trying to think of the first thing to do. Eventually he’ll have to do something—his nature won’t let him do otherwise. But for now, he’s torn.]

[deadtective]

[that's not normal.

...ok, so there's a lot about this scene that isn't normal, but the way that people seem to be completely oblivious to this guy's existence is what catches Hazel's attention the most. she's been hanging around for a good five minutes, trading dirty glares with the busy people who keep trying to jostle past her and waiting for someone to even just run into him.

it doesn't happen. she's seen something like this before, and it makes her wonder if this is another ghost. it would explain why no one else seemed to react to him while she could see him plain as day, why he didn't seem to be particularly inclined to move anytime soon. but it was also kind of troublesome if it was the truth, and that's why Hazel needs to be absolutely sure.

so she marches herself up to Cole and just...claps him gently on the shoulder. there's no real force to the gesture and she withdraws her hand so quickly you'd think she was burned the minute it connects with solid flesh. she was honestly expecting it to go right through, and to find herself proven wrong leaves her looking startled and more than a little awkward.]

Hayley Marshall ( the originals )

[increscents]

o1.

[ Unhappy werewolf/vampire hybrids were never really all that pleasant to deal with. Vampires felt things too strongly, and wolves were quick to anger. Combine the two, and Hayley was practically ready to rip someone's throat out.

She had had her. She had been holding her baby in her arms, ready to keep her home and safe with an army of werewolves at her back.

Now where the hell was she? And where was her baby?

Despite her urge to mercilessly kill everyone around her, Hayley kept her temper down. Though not away entirely. She didn't have that good of control. She sharply jerked away from anyone who tried to lay a comforting hand on her, shooting them a look that could kill as she did. She jerked the files out of the woman's hands as it was offered to her.

And stared.

She looked around her. ]

This is all a joke right?

o2.

[ This world was a strange little place. It felt so familiar and so different all at the same time. Sometimes, Hayley wondered if she might be able to somehow reach New Orleans still. Find her home. Find her family. Then a hovercar would pass her on the streets and she'd be reminded that as familiar as this place could be, it was also so very different from any side of Earth she'd ever known.

Earth. It felt weird to even acknowledge there was another Earth.

Hayley walked down the streets of the city. Her mood was a step above murderous, but even on a good day Hayley could be trying to be around. She side-stepped any locals who might try to talk to her. She didn't want to talk to anyone. She didn't want to be noticed.

Yet she did notice something else. She noticed how most locals tried to be friendly or nice to her, and some pulled away. Some hid their children. She paused, tilting her head as she stared at one who quickly disappeared around the corner. ]

Am I losing my mind or did that guy just run away from us? [ she turned suddenly, spotting the nearest imPort who had hopefully seen what she'd just seen. ]

Wildcard.

[ open to other situations! ]

[glowsferatu]

[ kanaya's a pretty obvious import, all things considered. grey skin, long horns, big fangs, and her outrageous height, there's really no mistaking her for a native. she looks toward the alley the man disappeared down, then raises an eyebrow at hayley, looking her up and down. ]

Of course he did, they're learning. You don't greet a timebomb with open arms, you put distance between it and yourself. That's just common sense.

Tobias Matthews | The Confessions of Dorian Gray

[hisheartsdesire]

[prompts to follow]

1.

[hisheartsdesire]

To Tobias, the sun seems brighter and warmer than ever before. Actually, it's dangerously high and bright and warm, and before he even notices anything else, Tobias all but throws himself into the car. He gasps for breath before noticing other passengers with their brown folders, and the solder wordlessly thrusts Tobias' own folder into his hands before he could ask any questions. It isn't long before the car is packed, and then they're all on their merry way.

"Excuse me..." Tobias says as he glances around. "I didn't quite catch what was going on." He hesitates—most of the others seem just as confused as he feels. "I was just trying—what I means is, I have a condition and can't be in the sunlight, and so whatever they were saying before I got in the car... I missed it."

[forthehoard]

5.

[The energy is the first problem. The air was thick with it, and Parker is immediately uncomfortable. People are noticing her, and she doesn’t like that. She doesn’t like the ringing in her ears or the way that everything seems to be tilting slightly, or— Okay, calm down Parker. What would Sophie do? Sophie would smile and shake hands and work her way through the crowd before sneaking off somewhere quiet. But Parker doesn’t like shaking hands. People are sweaty. Eliot would probably punch everyone in the face, but she doesn’t really want to do that either.]

Okay, what would Parker do?

[she thought she said that in her head but judging by the several “huhs?” in the pressing crowd around her, she didn’t. She needs to get away from this. She can’t think, not with everyone breathing near her. Finally she sees her opening.]

Um, yeah, okay, I gotta go… save things! Bye!

[She slips through the crowd and it’s not until she emerges seven blocks away on the structurally questionable fire escape of a building with good strategic sight lines that she realizes she snagged some wallets on the way out.]

Whoops.

[she shrugs and then hops down, but thinking about her haul she kiiiiiind of neglects to notice where she’s landing]

[glitterateur]

[Mabel's walking her pig-- just the one pig today, sweet innocent Dipper Dos-- when somebody apparently falls from the sky to land next to her. The pig squeals and Mabel jumps back, eyes to the sky.]

Oh my gosh!! [Deep breath, deep calming breath. She looks at Parker, and then up again, like she's expecting a whole rain of people to come down.]

Are you okay?! Where did you come from? Can you fly?

Agent Washington | Red Vs. Blue

[worstever]

o3; [In the fight between being secure and being subtle, secure had won out by a landslide. He'll take off the armor when he's not so openly suspicious. Estimates are putting that at about... never.

So Wash is still in full gear, all sore-thumb and awkwardly making his way through civilians (most of whom are stepping aside for him anyway). His number one objective is finding out what the fuck is going on, and what the fuck is really going on, and not just what the soldiers and doctors fed him. He doesn't buy it. Too simple, the science aside.

One kid, maybe no more than six, scrambles up to him, breaking away from a concerned-looking parent, and holds up a pen and a pad of paper to him.]

... uh, I don't think so. [He pushes them back to her after he processes that she wants an autograph. That's novel. What the hell would he write anyway?

The kid bursts into tears. Even with a helmet on, Wash looks frantic. This is not his area of expertise.]

o4; [Gathering info is going spectacularly poorly. Between his shitty people skills and the defensiveness of the citizens, Wash is pretty much out of luck as far as starting to piece together even the basics. No one volunteers anything besides attitude. So much the better, he guesses. He can mind his own business.

At least, until one of the citizens bumps into him glancingly. Y'know. In that big-city pickpocket way.]

Seriously? [How did he even know the armor has storage compartments? Wash starts after him.]

WILDCARD???

03;

[monoloquacious]

[he ditched the armor the moment he realized that it would draw more attention, so it's folded and backed away in the bulky pack on his shoulder. but when he spots Washington, he lowers his head and beelines for the soldier, grinning crookedly.]

Hey! Can you sign something for me, mister?

Sora l Kingdom Hearts

[keybearing]

[ooc: I know guys. I posted last time too, but I'm neeeearly finished with his app now so. This time. Hopefully.]

1: Arrival:

[New worlds. Nothing that unusual to Sora. What is new is the way everyone reacts. How there are others that seem to have just arrived as well. But then, he can't find Donald or Goofy either and they usually stood out nearly anywhere the trio went. Though this is hardly the first time he's at least initially been separated from his friends, the magician and knight. Or even Riku and Kairi. Of course he's still worried and confused, but for the most part the teen with the rather spiky hair seems to simply take things in stride. Just another world, another place to potentially find Riku or the King, if they'd managed to escape the Door to Light. Which doesn't stop him asking.]

Okay, I'll go with you. But first can you tell me if you've seen someone with silver hair? He's a year older than me, wears a yellow top and blue pants? Or...or a really loud duck named Donald?

[But whether they are even listening to him at all in the rush to sort out all the new arrivals. Well.]

05: Nonah

[Being hailed as a hero isn't anything new. Nor would that be new if some were more wary and distrusting. He's had a variety of reactions traveling many worlds as the Keyblade wielder, after all. But usually this is directed at him from actions he's taken. This seems a bit. Presumptuous?]

Ah, but I haven't actually saved anyone yet? I think it's a little early to thank me for anything when I just got here.

05

[fuhgottaboutit]

[Aaah, Osaka didn't want all this attention! She was just playing with the teleporter and now this. How can they even tell she's an imPort, anyway? (Well gee I don't know, maybe it's the glowing tattoo.) So she's steadily backing away from people wanting her picture, asking her questions, thanking her out of nowhere...]

... Listen, though, you got the wrong gal! I ain't a hero, I just got here ...

[Aaaaand whoops, she backs right into Sora. BUNP]

Dr. Thomas Light // Mega Man (Archie Comics)

[makesright]

02.

Tom isn't exactly new to being instantly recognized on the street. He does admittedly have a very distinct look, and that's hardly an accident. Still, he'd been hoping to be less recognizable here -- and even if the world did insist on knowing him on-sight, he at least would like to have actually done a service to them first. Here in this world he's far too new to have contributed anything.

Of course, he muses quietly as some citizens chose to turn their backs to him and speak in hushed tones, it doesn't hurt to have a little positive attention where he can get it, does it? Sheepishly, he waves back when citizens greet him, and answers as politely as he can, looking a little flustered at the attention.

05.

"Oh, no, it's...!" Tom's fingers trace nervously over the edge of his wallet, and he suddenly remembers how empty it is here compared to the resources he has back home, and the shopkeeper is so eager to offer the discount. In fact, he seems about ready to slash the price further. But the shop is so small, and Tom can see the construction being done to repair it from battle damage, and he can't bring himself to accept it.

"It's all right. I'm happy to pay full price. No, really, I couldn't possibly -- !"

5

[whitehotlie]

"Just hurry up and take the discount, old man," Azula said, waiting in line behind him.

The concept of queues, exchanging money for goods, living in a little box, all of it was still just irritating at face value. Perhaps it was better than a prison cell, but it was still all beneath her. She was in no mood for some doddering imbecile to be unnecessarily extending that time.

It occurred to her that this old guy might be an import. Did she spot the subtle blue aura that indicated a tattoo? Is that the reason he was being offered a discount? Might be worth buttering him up.

"It's rude to reject gifts, you know?"

Her smile wasn't completely creepy... but it was close.

sarah manning | orphan black

[coppelganger]

03.
[ Waking up, confused, in a place she doesn’t know… yeah, it’s starting to be a pattern, and Sarah doesn’t like it. All the people watching her as she makes her way down the street, tracking her with their eyes… It makes her chest feel tight, uneasy. Even the kids who approach her and ask for her autograph make her nervous. Kids can be manipulated into gathering information, too, and it might be that their parents are some of the people looking at her with suspicion. Sizing her up. Talking in low tones about the government.

She’s used to being overlooked. To moving through crowds without arousing suspicion, to mixing in with the locals, to gathering her information through observation and maybe a bit of petty theft. Standing out like this is just gonna fuck up the whole thing. She shoots a quick glance up and down the street, then cuts across it and around the nearest corner, the entire time looking for a way to get the hell out of this town. ]

05.

[ Smile. Not too wide. Not too much teeth. Just enough to make it look real. ]

Yeah, yeah, not a problem. Happy to help.

[ The guy’s so busy thanking her for her “service” that he doesn’t even notice as she picks his pocket. After all, would a hero do that? The wallet goes inside her jacket, tucked up under one arm, and she immediately steps back, away from the crowd. ]

Look, I’m actually on my way somewhere, so—another time, yeah?

[ As soon as she’s around the corner, she pulls open the guy’s wallet, tucking the money into her own pocket. The wallet itself goes into the nearest trash bin. Hey, maybe someone'll come across it and send the guy his ID. Maybe not. Doesn't matter to her.

“Hero.” Hah. There’s a sucker born every minute. ]

Re: sarah manning | orphan black

[forthehoard]

[falls in next to Sarah, some bounce in her step. She doesn't look at her—instead she's studying one of the wallets Sarah tossed]

You're not bad.

Yukito Tsukishiro | Cardcaptor Sakura

[whitesnowrabbit]

02. Heropa

[With his casual clothes, he might seem a little overdressed for Florida weather but it doesn't make Yukito stand out as an imPort. It allows him to casually stroll along the streets and take in all of the construction work being done along with everything else. Whenever he passes someone on the street, this teenager seems to have a smile for the stranger. Even gives the children a little happy wave.

Everything seems to be going smoothly even if he's not supposed to be in an alternate world, let alone America. Still, Yukito doesn't appear to look too worried about his recent situation. That all changes when he does notice a native pulling her child back from someone. He jogs over and smiles warmly at the natives, even laying a hand on the woman's shoulder.]

It's alright. [She relaxes a little bit but still ushers off her kid and Yukito turns his attention to the other imPort.] Are you okay?

05. Nonah

[Okay, this might be really strange... or maybe it's not - but this guy right here is sitting outside a restaurant watching people go by. That's not the strange part, though. What is extremely weird is just how much food is on that table and it looks like Yukito is the only one sitting there. He might as well have ordered everything off the menu and there's a stack of already empty plates sitting on the corner.

Approach and he will gesture to the open seat across from his with a beam.] Would you like something to eat?

[Technically Yukito could eat all of this himself but he's always willing to share - even with strangers.]

Wildcard

[OOC: Make a note if you want to have a run-in with Yukito's other self, Yue.]

[keystaff]

05

[Nonah. What a strange name. But a lot of this seems rather strange and new to her. Sakura never imagined the possibility of heading to America, of all places. She's barely been out of Tomoeda, really. Of course there were exchange students sometimes at school, but that's not the same thing as traveling and seeing the world like this herself.

Even if all of this rather does make her feel more than a little overwhelmed. That's all but forgotten the second she spots the familiar silver hair at the restaurant, the piles of food. It makes her pause and stare initially, eyes widening.]

Yukito-san.....? I...um, no. I'm not really hungry just now.

[Least of all given the last she recalls back home. The Final Judgement. That revelation that Yue had been at her side all along. That he was Yukito, her brother's best friend just being a disguise all along.

It's only then she registers the outfit. How strange that would look if he might not recall any of that or know about her mission to find the Clow Cards. She fidgets a little at that, seeming a little self conscious of the latest of Tomoyo-chan's battle costumes for her.]

Anya Borzakovskaya // Anya's Ghost

[unpranyaunceable]

[2]

[Anya does not like feeling this conspicuous. She has put a lot of effort into being as inconspicuous as possible, in fact. Being conspicuous means being a target--although right now, it seems that that means a target of affection.

She started out waving sheepishly at everyone who looked at her with awe-filled eyes, nodding her hello and whispering hero worship as she walked past, but that got old really quick. Now it's starting to freak her out. She wishes she could cover up this tattoo--that's the only way people can tell she's one of these imPorts, right?

Which is how she ends up with a mob of fans surrounding her at the entrance to a clothing store.]

I just wanted a sweater!

[misc]

[Having finally procured a sweater, Anya looks out of place sitting on this stoop for two reasons:

1) She's wearing a sweater in the middle of a Floridian summer. She looks just as sweaty as that sounds, but makes no move to take it off.

2) She is staring very intensely at a cigarette box and a library pass sitting on the ground in front of her. They do not look as though she found them there--no, they look as though they have been consciously and neatly placed there.

To her side is the file they gave her as she left the Porter, laying open. Anya finally gives up and, with a groan, presses the balls of her hand into her eyes. She pulls a cigarette out of the box and lights it, taking a long drag from it.]

This is stupid. This can't even be real.

misc

[aggressiveapathy]

If you're gonna spontaneously combust or summon the spirit of summer past to teach us all the true meaning of chaffing or something, let me get my camera first.

[ Sweaters and fire in the middle of this death trap of heat called Florida. Yeah. Those were life choices that usually meant something was going to happen. Even if that something was just this new girl getting her first trip to the hospital with heat stroke. April crossed her arms- bare, thank you, just a yellow and green sundress for her today- over her chest and waited to hear if she should be getting the camera out just yet. ]

Finn the Human | Adventure Time

[floopthepig]

1

[Honestly, this is all pretty math. Sure, the whole being yanked away from home kinda blew, but waking up in another dimension was starting to become something along the lines of a typical second Tuesday adventure. So really, the kid's been all smiles and wide eyes - though there was that five minute period where he just kind of stood in the middle of the room with his mouth open making a faint airy screeching noise once the scientist who had been welcoming him said that yes, she was a human - during his few minutes of debriefing and, apparently, teleporting. He's excited, this is exciting. He has powers - cool - is in a world filled with other humans - also cool - and he's getting handed papers - not as cool - and being told to get into a car so he could go to his new home???] Nah, it's cool. [He's saying to the lady offering him a debrief, opening the file and grinning at the picture of himself that's in there.] I think we'll walk instead, right Jake? [Silence] Jake? [He blinks, looks around, and sure enough- there's no sign of a yellow dog anywhere.] ............... Jake? [Said in a small squeaky voice. Which is, of course, followed by Finn running around frantically trying to find his best friend literally anywhere.]

2

[It's a little overwhelming, all things considered. This world is... it's weird. Different. Like something out of the old movies he, Jake and BMO used to watch. Out of the story books and old wizard tomes they dug up every now and then. There's no candy kingdom, no treehouse, no Princesses to run over and visit, no house in a cave to have Jake boat them out to, no giant frozen mountains to scale and see if Ice King was in need of an old-fashioned butt whoopin'. Instead, there's buildings and people and cars and everything's so-- the colors are dull, the people are... normal. Even if everyone has five fingers and no one wears hats or crowns or seems to be anything but human. Honestly, Finn feels a little lost. Which is why he's just sat himself down in one of Heropa's parks, sitting on a bench and kicking his legs, watching people move past with a frown on his face and his hands beating out a rhythm on the bench to try and keep his mind busy as he... tries to just figure things out. It's a lot for a kid to wrap his mind around, okay?]

2.5

[But, Finn's not going to sit around sighing all day. Nope. He's just going to do that for like fifteen, twenty minutes before he gets bored and, more importantly, distracted. So here's a kid in some sort of bear hat laughing and whooping as he runs up and down the streets of Heropa. Sometimes he's waving around what appears to be some sort of... leaf sword, other times he has grass wrapped around his wrist. Sometimes he's just running and laughing, other times he's hanging upside down from a street light. Or chasing pigeons. Or jumping up and down and making excited noises outside of electronics stores. Or running up to random people going oh my glob oh my glob oh my glob before dashing away again. Or staring with sparkling eyes and wiggling arms at the pure majesty that is a genuine, old-fashioned milkshake. Things are just really exciting.]

2

[whitehotlie]

You there, strange child!

[ Azula had seen the brightly colored kid around the porter facility. Another newly arrived imPort, no doubt. He seemed to be coping poorly... that could be useful. ]

What is your name?

01

[syntheticson]

[He's not exactly a stranger to having to deal with having more enemies than friends, and robotic hearing is rather good for picking out people who seem like they're having a rougher time of it than expected.

It's for that reason Rani might find someone trying to gently tap her on the arm.]

Excuse me.

[He's barely five foot tall, but he's looking at her, rather concerned - he's clearly an import, and looks like a child, though his dress is... well, somewhat closer to science fiction than fantastical. At least he's not wearing his combat jumpsuit for this... but that does make him look more like a child than anything.]

Do you need some help? You seem sad. [Not that he doesn't know the feeling. The initial arrival is hardly pleasant.

Azula | Avatar the Last Airbender

[whitehotlie]

3

[ The attention was certainly a welcome change from a prison cell, but all these commoners were too close to her. Worship from peasants was always best from a distance. Fortunately, Azula had the presence of mind not to start just throwing fireballs at them. Just a few hours here and Azula understood how quickly information traveled. That was extremely useful, but it meant a lighter touch.

That did leave her surrounded by unwashed masses with no clear avenue of escape, however. She looked around, concerned, for a way out. ]

Network

[ Azula got the hang of these little devices fast enough. Fascinating, truly. ]

There seems to be some kind of crime/corruption problem in the city 'Maurtia Falls.' What is the source of that?

[ She's not looking to solve it, she's looking to capitalize on it. But then, no one else needed to know that. ]

Network

[bindsthedead]

I don't think it has any particular source, beyond apathy, corruption, and various organizations having plenty of time to root themselves deeply into the city.

Saber | Fate/EXTRA

[qualisartifex]

[ 02 ]

[ Being seen as a hero is A-OK as far as Saber's concerned. She's used to living her life either being reviled or beloved, so to face crowds of people thanking her for all her hard work and with some even blessing her, it's almost like she's back home in blessed Rome! Ah, but if only. ]

Citizens! Your humble fanfare pleases me. Please, grovel as much as it pleases you, but don't dirty yourselves. It wouldn't do to have you look unseemly.


[ 03 ]

[ Those going to the slot machines in De Chima might have quite the sight to behold upon getting there. A woman of very small stature has commandeered most of the machines, and flits from one to the other in a row of them to crank the levers of each. Sometimes she's lucky, sometimes she's not, but she's certainly having a blast either way. Her laughter echoes through the entire casino, as she hasn't a care for whether she wins or loses. It's all about the game, really, the thrill of spending, betting, losing. ]

Infernal machines! You've done well thus far, but you'll not best the likes of me forever this day!

2

[oceanthief]

[the crowd seems to be eating up her theatrics, but apparently it's not a unanimous appeal. the next time Saber opens her mouth to say something she'll find a well-timed pbfffft cutting through to humorous effect. the more she tries to outspeak it, the more insistent the perpetrator becomes in keeping up.

who could possibly be doing something so childish? certainly not that blue girl towards the back of the crowd. look how unassuming and delicate she appears. it must be one of the other dozens of possible suspects.]

Victor | Bravely Default

[brokeapromise]

3

[The crowd is a distraction from having to think.

He's been walking through the city to investigate; learning and discovering what makes this metropolis tick. How it's advanced technology functions. His clothes are embellished and formal - normal street attire for him, but fascinating for others. A long white coat, white trousers, and a white pair of boots. Red cravat, black waistcoat. And a pair of black gloves.

But more fascinating than his unusual clothing was the staff floating by his side. It bobbing and spinning was a painful reminder that it's place was filled by his companion, who was now in another place, and in another time.

The gathering crowd is an eclectic mix. Some are stopping when he calls on them to politely explain how something works. He adopts a cool, polite tone, infusing it with warmth and kindness when he's speaking to children - telling them that magic powers his staff. For the little ones, he gives a visual display of it running through his fingers; green light that he tells heals wounds and mends broken bones, and then he shakes it off to be replaced by one that's deep blue and soothing, but filled with a raw power to destroy all that's unholy. Be it the walking dead or the monster that terrorizes them from under their bed.

And being in his element, healing children, helping them, healing them, keeping them happy, means he no longer seems quite reserved. The distraction is still an obstacle to climb - he will try to return home - but it's no longer so painful.

He glances over his shoulder at the person coming up from behind. That magic is still on his fingertips.]

Forgive me, I've been occupied. Now, how are you faring?

[bindsthedead]

[Sabriel's been watching- and she's fairly happy with what she sees. This world could always use more healers.]

Well enough. I take it you're a new arrival?

Kovu || The Lion King

[notoneofyou]

02. [ The locals would be pleasant if you weren't a lion. But if you are a lion, locals tend to keep the hell away from you. Not that Kovu minds; as confused as he was when he arrived, he really would rather not be approached by these hairless... creatures. he never saw any of them before, he has no idea what those walking... rocks? cars are and those tall homes made of... also rock buildings confuse him all the same. Where are the fields, the zebras, the waterholes, the elephants, why is everything around him hard, colorless and LOUD?

Have you ever seen a freaked out lion? No? Well. Good luck approaching that.

He is calmer than when he first arrived, but his heartbeat is still crazy fast, his breathing is heavy and his tail is moving from side to side quickly. ]

pseudo castmaaaates. hai. I loved Kovu.

[keybearing]

[Okay. Maybe the instinct to approach the lion would have been a much better plan if Sora was in his cub form and not automatically thinking of Simba. But. Well, he is. This could go swimmingly or amazingly terribly.

Either way, he's seen Kovu and instinctively (of course) assumes the lion would be able to talk to him as Simba did. Slowly approaching from the front so as not to freak him out, at least somewhat cautiously as he reaches out. Almost as if to pet him.]

Hey. Bet this is way different from your world, huh?

kate galloway ( oc )

[altitude]

scenario t w o ;
[ Jumping from one roof to another made getting around cities much simpler. Kate springs to the next one, heading vaguely west from where she started, and skids to a halt as she lands, taking in the maze of rooftops around her, peering over the edge at people making their way through the streets in more mundane manners.

She jumps in a new direction, heading downtown, taking in the way the wind whistles in her ears and the thud of her landings. Unchanging noises, no matter the place. The sensation of running, the bliss of unchained, unhampered movement, it all stayed the same, whether at home or in strange lands.

It enables her to forget that her home's still in tatters after the battle and that too many people lie dead. It's just her, the wind, and a trail of buildings.

She makes another leap, paying only the vaguest of notice to her surroundings, and nearly shoots past the ledge - just about managing to stop herself and grab onto the edge of the --

Construction beam?

Kate blinks, hauling herself up with a grunt and a grimace. The city no longer offers an unbroken chain of rooftops, but a scattered and torn network of half-rebuilt buildings. A group of construction workers, lazing about on their lunch break, glance up and wave, smiles on their faces. Kate stalls, her feet stuttering - unable to run and make their way to another rooftop - and she lets herself drop into the street instead.

(It hits too hard - she's left her home like this, left her friends and coworkers to pick up after this, because God only knows that the public won't smile and wave and help rebuild the city like these people do.)

She turns to a passing person, reaching out to grab their shoulder: ] What happened here?

scenario t h r e e ;
[ The wind dies down for a minute and Kate runs her fingers through her hair, forcing her way through knots and tugging at the ends, pushing it back into a ponytail. It sits in a messy, matted bunch, but it stays out of her face long enough to let her scan the downtown area for a way past the bustling crowds.

They say nothing as she ducks through the crowd, no one stops her or does more than double-take at the pink rat's nest she calls hair - too preoccupied with surviving the next blast of wind to really look at her, to notice the way she wrapped her wrist in layers of bandages and clothing. Her nails drag over the fabric, scratching at it. The words etched into her wrist changed as soon as she noticed them, days ago, blinding her in the darkness, and remained hidden ever since. Kate tugs at the sleeve of her jacket and ducks around a corner, into a side street and breathes as she escapes the crush of people for a slow drip of commuters cutting through to their destination. Her legs twitch, muscles itching to spring into action and run across rooftops, where people cannot hamper her movement.

She glances down the street - no one paying any attention - and jumps, clearing half the building's height and grabbing onto a fire escape ladder. ]

"What the--?!"

[ A chorus of voices breaks out down below. Well... Crap. Kate pulls herself onto the next floor and glances down, adjusting her sunglasses as she does. A crowd of people pushing their way to the fire escape. A child tugs on his mother's hand and jumps, giggling - can he be a superhero too? - and teenagers ramble excitedly among themselves, pushing through the gaggle of people to try and pull down the first floor's ladder.

She leaps for the roof of the building opposite and makes it, dragging herself up and out of their sight, scratching at the bandages on her wrist as the wind picks up again. ]

Christ...

w i l d c a r d ;
[[ anything your heart desiiiiresssss~ but yeah, hit her up with other scenarios! ]]