you don't scare me, huge ackman!

[maskormods]

TEST DRIVE MEME

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

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

And remember to have fun!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Comments

Ari Khamai || OC

[goingnova]

01.
[stay calm. she has to stay calm.

Ari's concerned, to say the least, and looks perhaps a bit frightened - and considering she looks like she's stepped out of some sort of convention, wearing an armored longcoat and holding tightly to a quarterstaff...well. she's found a place to sit down, staring at the crowd, lips pressed in a worried frown as the folder lies open on her lap.

she's not illiterate, but all the text has given her a headache. to say nothing of everything else.]


02-05 [insert city here]

[once she's gotten a bit more settled, Ari can be found walking the streets of a given city, briefly lingering towards a bit of windowshipping...but drawn, like a moth to a flame, to trouble. and not necessarily the violent kind - the sort in which people are having trouble carrying all their

she doesn't ask for a reward, nor does she seem to expect any - simply getting to work when she's allowed to assist, and nodding and moving on when dismissed. apparently, to her, 'hero' can have a bit more mundane set of duties than most would think - though, there's at least one point where she moves her quarterstaff to intercept a thug and his would-be prey, giving the former a grim expression of warning.]

---

[or insert whatever whenever, I'm open to things c: ]

01.

[alcheregis]

[ A redheaded woman plopped down next to Ari, beaming a sunny smile. ]

Well isn't this just an adventure! You know, this isn't quite what I was thinking this morning when I woke up, I do recall thinking, I wish something interesting would happen, but I was more thinking along the lines of, maybe I'll find an extra food token on the ground or, maybe I'll get a new referral for work, or perhaps Segan will have a marvelous breakthrough on his latest Template because honestly, this one's been giving him some real trouble lately, it's rather like a knot that needs to be worked out, but the kind of knot that gets wet and then, it's just impossible, have you ever tried to untangle wet rope? Twice as tough, particularly if it's got that coating on it, you can't hardly get a grip on the stuff. There's actually not too much of that around anymore, sort of a rarity, at least in Riesling Tower. Who knows about the other Towers, that's not the type of thing that makes the news. Although, I wouldn't mind hearing about something that's not protests and riots and stories about Proctors doing whatever they wanted, not that anyone says anything about them. Must be nice not to have anyone to answer to, hmph. What are you reading there, dear?

[ The whole thing is delivered in an upbeat tone that doesn't falter at all despite it's length, as if she's completely content to have the whole conversation (if it can be called that) by herself. ]

Hermann Gottlieb | Pacific Rim

[mathemagier]

o1.

[The first words out of his mouth are an accusation. Not the best way to go about initial impressions with a foreign military to be sure, but if he can't walk, he's going precisely nowhere no matter what they might want. They give him a crutch he despises on sight, but the alternative is a wheelchair, and that's an indignity he refuses to subject himself to barring life-threatening circumstances, and limps after his guide.

(Granted, this may actually be a life or death situation, albeit one where he still has his mobility.)

The blue light that washes over him in the hall reminds him of the drift, of the Blue, and he suppresses a shudder, begins to wonder if perhaps he'd chased the RABIT. But that's impossible, he hadn't dreamed the flight to Hong Kong and the end of the apocalypse.. right? No, those memories are far too real to have been a dream.

He's distracted by an abrupt shift in lighting as they emerge on the surface. The sun is blinding, and it takes him several frozen moments to adjust to. The woman in front of him has a disconcerting smile that's at odds with the confusion warring within him, but the word 'debrief' forces him to adjust his crutch and pay attention. He squints ahead to where he can make out a car, and accepts the file with his free hand. The people around here hold similar files, he can't help but notice, and judging by their faces, they're not any more certain about what's going on than he is.

He's about to turn away for the gate when something tickles at the back of his mind and refuses to let go. With a half-word of apology, Hermann turns toward the others and searches their faces until he's gradually drawn deeper into the crowd by an intangible sense of familiarity. If the occasional toe or arm gets in the way of his crutch, well he's hardly going to waste his time waiting for them to move]


o3.

[De Chima is nice, Hermann decides after the bustle of Heropa.

He's accustomed to living in Shatterdomes, of living in tight spaces crammed with as many personnel as would fit, but he often found himself missing his childhood home. It's not Germany, and the rolling hills are nothing next to the Bavarian Alps, but the sweet summer air and sense of a slower lifestyle tug at those memories regardless. A simpler time, before monsters had risen from the ocean.

It helps that he doesn't stand out as one of the 'imports'. Oh, his cane had always drawn attention, and always would, but perhaps it's because of this imperfection that no one pegs him as a 'hero'. This knowledge would have tasted bitter once, but he has seen real heroes rise and fall, was one himself for all of an hour, and he sees the ones that claim those titles here flocked by crowds he could never abide himself. Fame comes in many forms, and it's enough that he will be in history books, that his work will advance scientific understanding for generations to come.

And it's useful, he thinks as he settles into a charming outdoor cafe with a local paper and a cup of tea. People chatter on without paying him too much mind, and he manages to look like any other respectable middle-aged man in a crowd.]



[ooc: for the second prompt, feel free to assume any amount of time has passed since arrival- he'll be Registered]

01

[superposition]

[Qubit was already stressed enough without someone jamming a stick into his foot, thank you. That's just the icing on the cake. He hisses loudly.] Watch it, you clumsy-

[- aaaaand then stops short when he realizes he is yelling at someone walking with a crutch. Good job, Qubit, you are the asshole here.]

I - sorry. I'm sorry.

alex vause | orange is the new black

[entendres]

( ooc - I've only seen seasons one & two so I'm afraid I'm blind for season three stuff! Soon, though. Soon. )

( okay, so if she did just die, there are a few points Alex would like to highlight. First of all? She did not plan to go after a day of being curled up on her couch with a book. I mean, sure, at least she hadn't been wearing a snuggy, but it still didn't really fit in with her whole plan on how things would go down. It seemed a little undignified (although, really, after a few months in prison she'd reassessed her position on dignity a little.)

Second of all, if this was death, it was a lot more surreal than anything she'd expected. Flying cars? Vintage wardrobes? Please, it's kind of awesome, in a still-really-fucked-up way. If she didn't just die and it wasn't an angry drug dealer behind her front door, then why the fuck is she here? )


1. Nonah.

( what in the name of Christ. Alex is leaning against a wall, idly perusing a stack of brightly colored fliers that have been shoved her way. ) Oh, free jello shots? And mud wrestling?

( Nice. Keeping that one. The easy air of faint incredulity and sarcasm is easier to uphold than the reality of what the fuck is happening, so she's going to stick with it. It's probably better for everyone, really.

Some wanders past, shakes her hand and thanks her, and Alex just smiles the smile of someone who simultaneously finds this hilarious and very, very creepy. ) You're welcome. Honestly, I'm all about giving.

( and when she finally gets her hand back, she'll just mutter: ) Jesus Christ.


2. Mauritia Falls.

( would Alex Vause still be Alex Vause if she hadn't seriously pissed someone off within a day? No, probably not.

She's not even sure how the argument started, but something about ImPorts and being presumptuous and causing problems, and she just couldn't keep her mouth shut. Something about yeah, because we were all lining up to get into this place, and now it's escalated to shoving.

Please save her and her glasses. )


3. wild card me.

2!! HELLO AGAIN MY DARLING

[khajidont]

[Ahh, Maurtia Falls, everyone's least favourite city! Jaime had actually intended to do some patrolling, but... well, long story short, he got hungry, and one of those dollar-slice pizza places smelled really good. He's inelegantly stuffing his face as he walks down the street when he manages to run into a fight out of uniform, which is just his lousy luck.

Oh, well. Nobody ever said that he was smart. He drops his pizza (still on its plate, but someone's bound to step on it, which is going to be a tragedy) and unopened coke on the ground and elbows his way in there.]

Hey! Cut that out!

[He heard what the argument was about, heard imPort being spat out like a curse. He glances behind him to where Alex stands, and... nope, not familiar.]

None of us asked to be here. Go on, just -- get outta here and cool off.

Qubit | Irredeemable

[superposition]

01-A

[New imPorts, of course, have a variety of reactions upon arrival; Qubit is the one who wastes no time making a scene. Specifically, he's refusing to leave the lab.]

Maybe I didn't make myself clear, Captain. I am not going anywhere with you people until I hear a decent explanation for this. [Here he points with his thumb at the Porter, accusatory.] Who are you? Where did you get this technology?

"Sir, please calm down. Everything will be explained in your debriefing-"

Debriefing? I'm sorry, is there something I signed my name to in the last five minutes that I should be aware of? No, you listen. I want to talk to your CO immediately.

[Someone may want to step in before he gets forcibly removed from the premises...]

01-B

[... or after. You know, whichever. He grudgingly lets himself be escorted outside (albeit a bit roughly) once the Tasers come out. (By that point it was either cooperate and get thrown out, or get Tased and then thrown out anyway. Christ, his life is just one no-win situation after another these days.) That said, he's still very upset about the whole thing... and a little fearful besides, but not for the same reason. The fear isn't for himself. The fear is because of something that's no longer in his head.

If you need him, he can be found standing barely out of the way, doing something on a tablet-like device that is decidedly not the stock communicator. (Don't be fooled by the thick chassis, though, it's only big because it's absurdly powerful for a handheld.) Also, muttering to himself.]

... would be shielded. If I could just get a bead on the signal ...

[Yeah so he might or might not be trying to hijack the teleporters already. Good luck with that, bro.]

WILDCARD

[Hit me! Qubit can be anywhere. Interests include but are not limited to SCIENCE, and/or standard superhero shenanigans.]

[stealwithit]

Neat.

[ Congrats, bro, you have earned the piqued curiosity of (1) hooded space thief, who is also extremely liable to stealing the shit out of this device in his hands. Not right now, because that would just be rude and sloppy, but you know. Sometime. In the future.

Sadly, her "piqued curiosity" manifests itself by way of suddenly popping out of thin air just behind him, with her head peeking around his shoulder. Around because look, she's petite, okay? Looking over people's shoulders tends to be a little more difficult. ]

What is that?

Yuugi Mutou | Yu-gi-oh!

[obsessed_gamer]

02. [Yuugi had only been here a few scant hours and already he felt like he was back in school before he solved the puzzle. It wasn't outright bullying, per se, but it was enough to set Yuugi on edge and have him glancing around himself all the same. Even with his fame back home, his short statue had never really changed and his hair was still wild as ever.

Of course, there were a few who approached and Yuugi was more then happy to put on his "King of Games" face and smile politely, perhaps even sign an autograph if asked. Or even answer the oft-repeated answer to the question: "OMG, is your hair REAL?!"]


05. [Okay, let's be real here, Yuugi isn't really surprised when people come up to him looking for an autograph. It's something he's gotten used to, since his and his other's win at Duelist Kingdom. Battle City didn't help matter any, either.

If he was being honest, the fact that no one is trying to challenge him to a game is more surprising then anything else. But with a few of the locals, he had named dropped a few people; mostly Seto Kaiba and his younger brother, Mokuba; and that just sealed the deal: he really was in another world.

After all, who hadn't heard of Kaiba Corp back home?]

02

[darkgame]

[He'd recognize that hair from anywhere; he's sporting it, too. It's a lot to take in at once. They're both physical-- Yugi even pinches the top of his hand just to be sure. Unreal.] Hey, partner! [Yelling across the road is something normal people do!]

fueguchi hinami ✘ TOKYO GHOUL

[leaflets]

02.

[ Hinami can count on one hand how many times she's been allowed out into a city (or anywhere, really) alone, and have almost all of her fingers left over. From staying at her Mother's side, to only leaving Kaneki's apartment when accompanied, she's got very little experience in wandering around alone. Hinami hasn't seen anyone even remotely familiar, though she'd accepted a cup of water from a shopkeeper who had reminded her of her mother, unsure how to turn it down.

As much as she'd wanted to go outside...being alone...like this, it's scary. But she's trying. For Onii-chan and Onee-chan and all the others, she needs to be careful and be safe.

She avoids the eyes of the natives as best she can, though it's difficult to blend in when you don't really know how. There's always been someone else with her, instructing her in how to not attract the attention of others. It's after one too many people looking at her strangely that she finally ducks into a random store, something like that looks like one that someone she knows might hang out in.

At the very least, it gets her out of the heat and away from prying eyes while she figures out what to do. So, wherever you've decided to wonder around today, there's likely a nervous fourteen year old not quite subtly trying to find a quiet, empty corner of it. ]

[enucleation]

[ By now Kaneki is used to ruin shirts; it's not as if he pulls out his kagune daily or anything, but he trains everyday and ruins shirts on a daily basis from sweat and dirt. And since Tsukiyama isn't here to get him strange clothes per usual, it's not so strange that he often buys new shirts to replace the ones he has lost so far.

He takes little time picking them; they are pretty bland, but after Touka-chan and Hide constantly criticize his battle suit (or his raiding suit), he figures "bland" is better than that in their book. At least they stop complaining.

As Kaneki heads to pay for his new clothes, his uncovered eye spots a little girl. And maybe he just thinks too much about her, but she really looks like Hinami. How nostalg-

No, wait.

Kaneki has to come closer to make sure, but that's Hinami ]

Hinami-chan?!

Mighty Max | Third Time's The Charm??

[crapbearer]

(( Max's powers for these scenarios are magical booster pack and boost morale -- he'll basically provide a significant and noticeable buff to any magic users/magical items within a reasonable distance, and has the power to up your spirits by interacting with you! ))

1. Boy, Customs got way more complicated since the last time I went abroad. What happened to long lines and a stamp in your passport, huh?
   
   [ He pages through the brochure -- the smirk on his face suggest he's not taking this seriously, but the look in his eyes makes it clear he's reading it all. He glances up at the nearest fellow import and strikes up a conversation. ]
   
   So hey, being "imports" and all -- think we're gonna pay some kind of tariff for getting ported in? Because I already spent my allowance this week on comic books.
   
   
2. Outbreak?
   
   [ Max leans back in his chair. He's at an outdoor table at a fast food place, talking around the straw in his mouth as he sucks down a milkshake to go with his burger and fries. He watches the couple pass, still whispering to themselves, trying to avoid Max's gaze. He frowns, then glances over at another Import sitting a table away. ]
   
   What do they mean by 'outbreak'? We're not dealing with a zombie apocalypse or anything, right? Because I've done that twice back home and I was really hoping this place could be my vacation.

[[ Orrr... wild card! Come up with your own. ]]

uno;

[maskmaker]

What?

[Her response only takes a few moments, but a few moments enough to betray the fact that she's been spacing out. Even if she responded immediately the bland, confused what? would give her away anyway, even if the word was blurted out in Italian rather than English. She stares blankly at the child that must have addressed her, water dripping down from her hair and into her face, trickling down her cheek to her equally soaked dress, then she finally processes what he said.

And remembers: Right. The woman that led her here mentioned something about a translator. Not that she didn't know a little bit of English herself. What dialect is this child speaking, though? She considers his question -- tariffs, not really anything of her concern -- and decides to ignore it completely to ask a question of her own.]

What is a 'comic' book? Is it a play?

Maya | Borderlands

[phaselocknroll]

[ 02. ]

[ Maya is no stranger to being stared at. She's no stranger to being congratulated or praised, either, though she could really do without the latter. What she isn't used to are the blatant looks of suspicion.

The first time she hears the word "outbreak", she turns to ask the citizens what they're referring to, but they edge away with mumbled excuses and dirty looks. It happens twice more before she heaves a frustrated sigh and finds a nearby wall to lean against. ]

What do I have to do to get an answer around here?


[ 04. ]

[ There's something about this place that strikes her as a little on the seedy side, which really just reminds her of Pandora, so she's not too worried about being out and about around the city at all times of day.

The newspaper article catches her eye, and she plucks it off the stand to look over. ] No wonder those cops treat me like I have the plague.

[ She sounds amused, at least. She pays for the paper and continues down the street, reading away. She's not looking where she's going, so sorry if she collides with you. ]

04

[stealwithit]

[ Maya won't be colliding into a tiny invisible thief, fortunately (or unfortunately), but she might hear a low hum, then a little chuckle and a quiet voice from a shadowy alleyway as she passes by with her newspaper. ]

I wouldn't take it personally. They're just a little bitter that imPorts are doing their job better than they ever could. Not that they want to.

[ All this said before the owner of the Disembodied Voice from the Shadows actually makes her appearance, of course. ]

Zoey | Left 4 Dead

[horrormovies]

01
[ The last time Zoey was ushered around in a vehicle by strangers, the circumstances were just a teensy bit different. For one, the vehicle in question was an armored military jeep. Also, they were in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. Also, they were being rescued from the Infected and taken to the safe zone.

Oh, wait, that last part didn't actually happen, because they were taken to a base to get experimented on by the military instead.

So, needless to say, Zoey doesn't take kindly to the way she's being ushered around by these people she doesn't know. By the government. Sure, apparently she now has superpowers or whatever. Thanks, she guesses. And sure, they're not anywhere near as armed and threatening as the military in hazmat suits, but she's nevertheless Uncomfortable with that big fat capital U. She snatches the folder being handed to her rather harshly, shooting the poor guy a look that was skeptical and malicious all at once, and shirks away when another tries to touch her to lead her in the direction of the car. With a brow quirked, she just takes a quick glance at the pamphlet and purses her lips. ]

Yeah... no thanks, dude. Don't take it personally, but I'd rather walk.

[ It's not like she hadn't been walking around everywhere before she was whisked away here, after all. ]

02
[ She also swears that she's seen some weird low-key thriller about about a dystopian society where heroes are revered. Or possibly, that was some comic book she leafed through at some point. Who the fuck knows? All she knows is that this is really freaking weird, and she's not really sure what to make of the whole thing. Sadly, although she theoretically should blend into the crowd of seemingly normal people really well, her utterly disheveled appearance from living through the goddamn zombie apocalypse sets her apart, with her dirty clothes, mussed hair, wounds, and scars.

But at least it makes people not want to come up to her for autographs.

She's grateful enough when a local boutique owner offers her a new set of clothes, although she opts for an ensemble that's very nearly identical to her old one: a white tank top, red jacket, and jeans. She continues on her way through the town, then, trying to take in how very not apocalyptic this all is. When was the last time she was in a place this crowded where the people other than herself and the other survivors were not mindless flesh-eating zombies?

It had only been a couple of weeks, in actuality, but it's felt so much longer. She lets herself actually smile at some of the sights, at least until she overhears a few locals murmuring about "the outbreak."

Now that makes Zoey stop dead (or undead. ha.) in her tracks. ]

Outbreak?

[ The locals in question shoot her a somewhat appraising look, as though to tell her "no one invited you into this conversation." ]

What outbreak?

[ Because she swears to god, if she's about to live through another zombie apocalypse, she's going to punch someone in the face. ]

[fuorilegge]

[Those locals continue to give her a dirty look, then instead of answering her question, they turn to each other and start hissing to each other instead about how arrogant these imPorts are, demanding answers like they're entitled to it, who do they think they are and whose fault did they think the outbreak was in the first place? They clearly have no intention to answer her, much less to move their conversation so they can be rude elsewhere, but perhaps that's their mistake, a pair of mid-aged men in their nicely pressed shirts with Starbucks in their hands, being a pair of bastards.

Because it catches the attention of an already irritated young man who was just trying to get himself a smoke -- he is eighteen, damn it, what do you mean you want ID, what the hell kind of stupid law is that? that's a law? -- to get his head cleared when he had to overhear one of his biggest pet peeves: hissy passive aggression. And that only means that's fully entitled to give them a piece of his mind. So he turns right around and raises his foot and kicks the bench they're sitting on from behind, hard, rattling the wood and causing them both to dribble hot coffee down the fronts of their shirts. Sorry for the stain.]

You gonna answer the girl's question or not? You got somethin' to say why dontcha say it so we can all hear, huh/

vila | OC

[wahhhpire]

05

Excuse me, I just - oh my goodness—

[ There are way too many goddamn people here.

Specifically, there are way too many goddamn people still out after dark here, which is probably the least of her worries in a dizzying new city and time, but still very inconvenient! Sunset and everything after is usually her time, the hour of monsters, because back home people knew better than to go wandering around in the dark. The people here seem to revel in it, though. That's how she got spotted sneaking out of the Porter building, and it's how she ended up crowded by this small mob - they're waving pens instead of pitchforks, but still, it's just— ]

I can't quite understand what you're all saying! Please just - I don't know what that is - I can't - look! [ Sweet, a passing person who is not her that they can latch onto. ] My, um, my sidekick! They'll answer all your questions and more!

[ Good luck, you poor sucker. She gives a helpless shrug, but as the crowd shifts its attention, she ends up getting shoved right along with them. She's either too meek or too polite to shove through them. ]

WILDCARD (breaking & entering edition)

[ Her first night had been wonderful, clean air in her lungs instead of that musty, ruined charnel house she'd had to call home for so long. The entire situation was still bizarre, and she understood next to nothing about this world - including customs, apparently, as a group of park-goers had found out when she tried to offer them spiders as a token of goodwill - but still! The lights, the sounds, all the people. The delicious people.

But she'd been good, focused on flying instead. In fact, she'd been so set on shutting out the pounding urge to eat kill eat that she hadn't kept an eye on the sun. Being a bat helps in times like that, where she has to flutter into the nearest open window and slam it shut behind her, shoulders still smoking slightly as she goes about pulling the curtains, then barricading the window with furniture for good measure.

So, uh. There's a vampire in your house, moving your shit around; a little later, she's cocooned in blankets in the darkest part of the place she can find. So there's that. ]

WILDCARD; hope this is okay?

[bindsthedead]

[Charter curse it, she should have set up the wards as soon as she'd moved to Nonah... Well. Lesson learned.

One advantage of being a necromancer is being able to sense the undead. Another is being able to control them with a set of magical handbells.

So when Sabriel heads towards the closet she's irritated and angry, and wearing a leather bandolier and sword belt over her nightgown, with her fingers wrapped around Saraneth's clapper as she flings the door open with her free hand.]

Haen Hithiel | OC

[alcheregis]

01. cape canaveral

There's a young woman with orangey-red hair standing just outside the Porter lab, holding her file folder and pamphlet loosely in one hand while the other shields her eyes from the bright Florida sun. Her lowered hand in covered in a strange metal glove made of nearly paper-thin metal and iridescent filaments holding it together, but she moves as if it's no obstruction to her dexterity. If one looks closely, they might even see tears leaking from the corners of her eyes, as if the brightness simply too much to process, either for her eyesight or her mind.

"Oh. Oh," she says with a watery smile, and wraps her arms around the nearest person, as if she simply has to share whatever she's feeling.

"It's so beautiful," she sighs into the person's shoulder. "And brighter than I'd imagined! Oh meiosis, I could've never expected-- ah, but that's the beauty of imagining, isn't it? You never know what you're going to get. Or you never know if what you're getting is the same, because you don't always have something to base the imagining on! Do you ever wonder just how imagining happens? The fanciful kind! Not the ordinary, boring kind, which is something of a conundrum, since the word imagining conjures just all sorts of unlikely images. If it was something that you could just go and make happen, would it even be imagining anymore? Wouldn't it just be thinking, normal thinking?"

She gushes the whole steady stream without faltering or even seeming to take a breath, just a continuous babble of thought process, completely oblivious to those trying to herd them towards the cars so they can go to Heropa.

03. de chima

By the time Haen reaches De Chima, she seems to have adapted to the sunshine, but the brisk wind is a new treat. As soon as she's out on the street, she's twirling a bit so her skirt flairs out, laughing brightly about it. When two young girls approach her and ask for an autograph, she's getting misty again. "Oh sweetlings," she says, taking the pen in the hand which isn't sheathed in the metal glove.

"You want... an autograph? I can do that, certainly. And a picture? Aren't you just the most precious things! Oh my, look at this autograph book, it's got so many names in it! You two are just enterprising little dears, you really are. This? Oh, it's my Tracerie. Mhm, it's what I use to work! Well, how to explain this, I suppose the easiest way is... you've got brown hair, see? And it's very nice! But imagine that one day, you woke up and you wanted to try having pink hair. Or blue, or half green and half orange-- no actually, that'd look terrible, don't go with those colours. Forget I said that, what was I thinking. Honestly, you'd think after so many years of doing this, I'd not make a silly suggestion like that. But yes, you decided you wanted to have a change like that! And so you'd come and find a genessi, that's a person like me who wears one of these gloves, and we can do that for you!"

05. nonah

Haen doesn't seem uncomfortable by the business of Nonah, nor by the excitement of the people beginning to gather around her and hurl very generous offers at her. It was like being down on the Pavement in Riesling Tower, except this crowd was focused almost solely on her. That was a little unnerving, but she was doing her best to respond each of the people addressing her.

"Oh, I don't think I'd be very good at that, dearheart. No, I'm not really musically inclined... well, I'm sorry if the last person with red hair was, it's not... no, they're not mutually exclusive traits, no. Believe me, I work with hair on a daily basis, it's such a common Tweak. One of the most common, in fact." And then to the next person, "I don't think I've ever had... microwave what now? Is that even a real thing?" Turning to another, she promptly gave a scandalized noise and grabbed the young man by the ear.

"Don't flash those things around, there are children here, good guanines, that is just downright indecent! Didn't your mother ever teach you better than that? I would have a word with her right now, young man! Does she live in this area-- she does! That's it, we are going to see her right this instant and you're going to apologize to her!"

03

[bindsthedead]

"Enjoying yourself?" Sabriel had overheard the conversation, and she looked down curiously at the glove.

"Do genessi work through magic, or technology?"

Newton Geiszler | Pacific Rim

[driftsintobuffetline]

01. ((I'll probably make another prompt in a bit))

[ Newton is in a jittery daze when he steps out of the--whoa, uh, whatever the hell that is (ok, now they have his attention)--and, as he's ushered forward and out, tripping over himself and the guards as he tries to get a closer look (peering insistent through broken glasses, a tad shrill, scientific curiosity far too strong), he hears through the buzz of his Drift- and adrenaline-addled brain that he isn't in Hong Kong anymore, that he's somehow changed dimensions.

Wait, what?! Was it a second Breach? Inter-dimensional rebound? Time-space undertow resultant from the nuclear blast of Gipsy Danger self-destructing? He needs Hermann, or at least his brain and mouth, right now to bounce theories with. Pronto.

Hermann better be here, he was accepting no substitutes, this is so bizarre, this is so--

He's outside.

The woman in front of him is talking (she's American, by her accent) and Newt keeps thinking it sounds like the start to some bad science-fiction movie, so much so that he half expects Rod Serling any minute. He takes the folder and pamphlet, turning his wrist to look at the tattoo he can't see that lies somewhere beneath his colorfully tattooed skin, wondering when, where, and how it supposedly got there.

Ultimately, this would be really cool--how many people can say they've dimension hopped--but right now he's just stunned.

Newt adjusts his glasses, looking up at the skyline, shielding his eyes with the folder and squinting into the bright sun as he tries to get his bearings. He's in the way, stepping back, turning, bumping into people and ultimately into a trashcan that surprises him when it falls over in heap. ]

"Oh, shit, geez, sorry!"

[ The words tumble out as Newt goes down with the garbage can. From rock-star hero to this? Not his day, man. Not his day. ]

[horrormovies]

[ Fortunately (or unfortunately) for Newt, this pint-sized survivor of the zombie apocalypse who is every bit as new as disoriented as he totally catches that entire spectacle. The guy seems oddly... jittery, but to be fair, they just got whisked away into an alternate dimension or some sci-fi bullshit. She'd probably be jittery too if she weren't so freaking exhausted.

Ultimately, she just allows herself an undignified snort, tucking her folder and brochure under one arm as she holds the other one out to help the guy up. ]

Don't need to apologize to a trash can, dude. Pretty sure it's gonna be just fine.

HK-47 | Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic

[sloshing]

01

Frustrated and anxious do not even begin to cover the wealth of emotion he is feeling. First thing being actual emotion and not a complex series of behavioral algorithms that respond appropriately to context, and second being feeling, which generally requires some aspect of being involving flesh.

Flesh, which is really disgusting and it's like a million fires in his skin, and he can feel things moving - liquid pulsing, muscles twitching - in excess. It is overwhelming and it is terrible that breathing is the only thing that calms him while also adding to this collective of new and strange sensations.

And brains - just as many processes running, but no way to keep track of them! How can it be possible to live this way?!

He takes the folder that he's given and looks through it, because what choice does he have and also he'd like answers. After flipping through the pamphlet, it begins to sink in that he's functioning completely independently of a master... This is both exciting and terrifying because with it comes responsibility and he begins to feel directionless.

Something something communists something something freedom, and he just - "Query: Why should I care?" Because if he is functioning independently, citizenship is not the same as ownership technically, and free will is complicated. Which is why robots do not have it, merely the illusion of it finely tuned with intense programming. And these politics are not important to him, nor is having a meatbag body, so... When he receives a stare in return as if to imply that it should be obvious - which assumes he has a sense of standardized morality - he simply repeats himself.

"Redundant query: Why should I care?" Eyeroll. Oh, now he understands why that particular ocular habit is so common!

02

[He can't say without a doubt that he will ever grow accustomed to food and the whole process of eating things. This much is evident when looking at a menu still overwhelms him even after having time to acclimate, and when he still occasionally misses the mark on dining customs often taken for granted by those native to the art of being "human".

So, it is not unusual that when his body tells him that he needs to refuel that he steps into the nearest place that seems to serve food. It's a dive bar. It is not unusual when he takes the recommendation of what to have from the bartender and it is extremely greasy and deep fried paired with one of the beers they have on tap. It's happy hour so the prices are a great deal and he is more concerned with being frugal than realizing that perhaps this is not the best way to first experience alcohol.

Or that he should even be ready for alcohol. The thought just flies right over his head as he orders his food and waits. He awkwardly chews the fish n chips plopped in front of him, not sure what to think of the contrast in crispy, oil outside and soft, flaky inside. It's clear in the way he sort of scrunches up his face without realizing.

What's better is when he goes to wash it down with the beer he ordered and gags. And proceeds to look at the glass in his hand with disgust. Why. Why do they do this to themselves?]

or - choose your own adventure!

1 - My baby!

[exsithstential]

[A sudden surge, like an current of electricity shot up Revan's spine when he head those words. The proceeding speech descriptors. The sophistocated tone laced with apathy.

Revan didn't always make an appearence at the Registration ceremonies, prefering the solitude of his workshop, or the joy of his work. But since becoming Ambassador for Maurtia Falls (and his subsiquent bad press) he felt it necessary to endear himself to his fellow imports. And who better than to the ignorant and unbiased.

But as he turns to scan the crowd, trying to catch sight of that classy rust-orange chassis he frowns. There were no imposing metal constructs of death making their way through the assembly. And yet...

Unable to help himself he still excuses himself from his senseless conversation and mankes his way towards where he heard the commotion.]

[mightthinkthat]

1

[Francis doesn't appreciate being treated as if smiles and kind words were sufficient to get him amenable and feeling as if he's well tended. Too many unanswered questions.

But once it becomes abundantly clear that the answers he's going to get aren't forthcoming, he acts as if he is.

It offers him the slender bit of control that he needs to adapt to these new circumstances. He does, after all, have to take in rather a lot, even before this other world business.

He's quiet as a result, but feels it important to be reassuring, so he meets the gaze of anyone who looks at him and lets out a tired sort of sigh.]

Not exactly dressed for the weather.

[It was a three piece suit, even if he had taken off his coat, hanging now in his arm, it was pretty warm.]

2

[He thus was very grateful for the drink. Settling in and people watching. He was more interested in the naysayers than the hero worship, but he dealt with the latter with the experienced hand of a politician: a smile, gracious offering of his time, listening to anyone who might want to talk to him.

The former, he just seems to let float on by, water off a duck's back. That's only not true because he's listening very carefully. The criticism isn't personal to him, but good information on his situation and he finds that valuable.]

It's certainly nice to meet you.

1!!

[viced]

It's shitty, isn't it?

[ Says another guy, who is also not dressed for the weather. It's hot, and he's in a suit, although it's definitely one of those summer affairs, which means it's light fabrics instead of heavy ones, tie, white shirt, but the sweat is still there, but he can appreciate anyone who looks miserable in the Florida heat.

Because yeah, this is like being stuck on the back ass of Satan himself. Who's around, so that's probably inappropriate. ]

Some of the cities are better, but sticking you in Florida from the get-go is pretty goddamn miserable, I'll admit it. You new? Given your...

[ He looked up and down, a sympathetic wince. ] Unseasonable attire?

Alduin | The Elder Scrolls

[worldeater]

[02]

[Alduin, as suffocating as his sense of self-importance can be, is not immune to outright confusion. It's shared amongst himself and the other so-called "imPorts" around him, in spades. Anger is an understandable reaction as well, and he wears that more comfortably than most. In fact, he often defaults to it when things do not tend to go his way.

Things have not been going his way a lot, lately.

In this particular case, however, he considers himself especially offended, and with more reason than most: he appears to be stuck, so to speak, in a mortal human body. He feels small and suffocatingly weak, not to mention far-too-fleshy for his liking, and the chatter of other confused mortals around him is irritating, and the hot Floridian sun beating down on him is stifling, and all he really wants to do is tear everything apart as punishment for daring to bring him to this place.

It is in this gloriously bad mood that some poor soul has the misfortune of bumping into him as they walk by.

Alduin practically sneers.]

Touch me again, joor, and I will make certain it never happens again.

[What a ray of sunshine.]

[wildcard!]

Open to anything!

02

[animated]

[ The person in question just happens to be a tiny wizard. Charlie raises both his hands ] Sorry.

I wouldn't make a habit out of threatening everyone who happens to run into you, though. Superpowers and all.

lloyd asplund // code geass

[knightmaking]

A. sir, is this even your car.....

[ The worst thing the government could do with someone like Lloyd Asplund is unleash him on an unsuspecting city with absolutely no supervision whatsoever. There had been a very good reason he'd had an assistant keeping an eye on him all the time before and here's why. See, he's somewhere with an awful lot of technology that's shiny and new to him. Not all that impressive, no, but still, interesting!

He's also managed to get his hands on a toolbox.

First order of business, figuring out how exactly the hovercars are managing to hover so easily and consistently.

So here's this tall nerd in his big ass white scientist coat, in any place he can find an unattended car, with it already unlocked, doors all open, and the hood popped as he picks out pieces of the engine that are new to him. Admittedly, there aren't that many such pieces, but there's still just enough to pique his interest. ]

B. oh god robots

[ Or if stopping blatant car destruction isn't your thing, what about theft? Because, good hero, wherever you are, there's been a bizarre string of items gone missing. Bits and pieces of machinery, computer parts, metal stripping, wiring, those sorts of things, and it's aaaall leading back to one particular garage in the imPort housing neighborhood.

Just how do you know that?

Well, probably because you just witnessed such a theft at the hands (or more like little metal claws) of a little spider-like construct. Following it leads straight to-- ]

Oh? Back already? Did you find the copper? Good! Good. Bring it here.

[ Lloyd's pretty much taken over his house's garage. At this point, it looks more like an incredibly makeshift robotics lab, which... it is! And it's safe to say he's also behind all those irritating little losses, since he's working with a lot of what's gone missing at his desk right now. ]

B

[countdone]

[Let's just say Lloyd's robot friend made off with something of Piper's. He likes to tinker, too.

So, not far behind Lloyd's robot friend is a rat, who starts squeaking to get the attention of a man followed by a an entire swarm of rats.]

Thank you. [Piper's addressing the rat with that one, but as it scurries over to join its friends he directs his attention to the thief.] I was using that, you know.

Sam Wilson/Falcon | MCU

[whathedoes]

1

[Oddly, even with hazy memories, the base doesn't feel all that strange. Almost familiar, same as the people in it, from his time on the project back home. And although he's not all that happy at being told he can't go home, it's not until he opens the folder he really starts looking concerned.

He's never been anything more than a guy with, okay, amazing piloting skills and a wingpack. And now they've given him powers, somehow. He's not sure he likes it, really.

Particularly not when he sees what they've given him.]

What the hell...?

5

[He's not obviously different, but he is wearing wings (currently flat-packed for people's safety) and goggles and it's enough to make him stand out enough for the bombardment.

Man, if this is how it is for Steve all the time, he doesn't know how he copes. It's nearly as bad as the birds, except he can't just ask people to shut up.]

Sorry, not today. Can you just let me past? I don't think you've got the right person.

Somewhere

[He's still getting used to his powers, more or less, so his morning run is proving pretty weird. All he can hear are birds, mostly pigeons. And birds aren't particularly smart, so all he can really hear is an awful lot of "mine" and warning calls and weirdness.

It's enough to get him to look up and say something, hoping to maybe alarm them enough they fall silent.]

Can you please just stop talking? I feel like I'm going crazy.

[Of course, to anyone else, he probably looks like he's talking to thin air. But some of the birds do actually fall silent, so victory. Sam just hopes no-one else saw him do that.]

Anywhere

[Or just approach him somewhere and go for it. He's friendly.]

1

[mightthinkthat]

[His reaction prompted an amused look as Francis transferred his file from his hands to under his arm.]

Disputing your official biographer?

Adrian Monk | Monk

[givemeawipe]

02.

That's...very nice, thank you?

[It's spoken more as a question than anything else. Adrian is staring at the glass of lemonade he's been presented, lips stretched into a very, very tight smile. He hesitates for a moment, then finally-]

A-actually. Waiter? You're...you forgot an ice cube. See, they're...uneven. There are...nine. Ten is...ten's just better. Everyone would just be a lot more comfortable with ten.

[He smiles meekly from his booth in the little cafe as the waiter wanders off to get more ice, adjusting the utensils on the table so that they're all straight.]

They'll thank me later.

[bindsthedead]

[Sabriel isn't sure what to say. She's seen odd imPorts before, but never one quite so fussy.

Not even Kid, most of the time.]

I- I'm sure they will. Are you feeling quite all right? I know this can be a bit of a shock.

Nunnally vi Britannia | Code Geass (what am I even doing?)

[andnowisee]

[This was strange, had been Nunnally first though upon seeing Heropa for the first time. People, sights, sounds... everything had been different then what she was used to, even when she couldn't see and had to rely on touch and hearing to discern what had been around her. Even as Empress, Nunnally had refused to be coddled, she couldn't be, not if she was to protect everything that Lelouch had given to her. It was something that even Zero had agreed with her on, surprisingly enough.

But even so, she had been wholly unprepared for this. It was strange to be able to be outside without being recognized these days, her status as the 100th Empress of Britannia leaving her with a recognizable face. But her setting as a whole was something she had never expected - people here corrected her if she asked about Britannia in any way - instead mentioning the country of Great Britain. She had managed to get her hands on a map of the world and was confused - Pendragon didn't exist (not that it had after what her half-brother had done, but it was still listed on maps) and the Empire didn't either. Nothing was how she had known and it had been startling.

So instead, she had begun to learn what she could, guiding her wheelchair from place to place, smiling graciously at those she came into contact with - even those who looked down at her in disgust. If her childhood had taught her anything, it was how to take these things gracefully.

It's during one of these excursions that she suddenly stops, not realizing that her rather large wheelchair was taking up space on the sidewalk. Once she does, however, she'll take a moment to apologize before attempting to move.]

Oh! I'm sorry!

shadowy sundown for my sun-allergic vampire, if that's all right?

[hisheartsdesire]

[The setting sun casts shadows throughout Heropa, and people bustle back and forth to get back home after another day's grind. Most are tired enough not to bother the lady whose wheelchair is in the way; they opt to simply work around her rather than breaking their strides.

Whereas many are on their way home, Tobias is wandering about. He has time to kill before work, and the sun is low enough that he can make his way through the shadows without getting burned. The night will fall soon enough, and the evening rush soon will die along with it.

As he moves along, he hears a nasty voice,]

Lady, watch where you're parking that thing? Can't you see people need to move here?

[When Tobias looks, he sees a cranky duffer yelling at a young lady in a wheelchair. He moves to help the lady, replying,]

All right, all right. No need to get your knickers in a twist. [Turning to the lady, he adds,] I hope you don't mind my moving you from the way, but it looks like you could use a little help here.

milady de winter ( bbc musketeers )

[meurtriere]

1.

[ It's jarring from the start. She barely gets time to look around as she's pushed and prodded away from the where she arrived. She tries to take in all she can, but it's not enough time before she's forced above ground. It only gets worse from there.

A hand goes to her eyes, shielding the bright light that threatens to blind. It's too bright. Unusually so. It takes her time to adjust, even while voices speak at her and push more papers into her hand. She half listens, half stares ahead at her as her eyes rake over the city.

There's too much metal. That source of the unusually bright light seems to be all the metal and glass reflecting the sun a million times over. Even now she still squints slightly. Every now and again concrete or brick cuts across the metal forest landscape. But there's still so much of it, and the wood is scarcer to find. Then there's the ground. The roads aren't just bricked but instead blackness crawls across the paths. She imagines there'd be more clopping of hooves but...

Well, that brings her to her next dilemna.

Milady eyes the car she's being gestured to, eyes darting to the soldier trying to get her inside. ] Thank you. [ Her voice is sweet, almost too sweet. ] But I can manage from here.

[ She thinks. Her dress weighs a hundred pounds in this heat, but she lifts her skirts and walks past the car and down the street. Her eyes dart around at all the people in... what predominantly looks to be men's clothing. Or else far less than she'd ever imagined. Eventually she tears her eyes away back to the file, stopping to lean against a wall as she starts to read.

Powers?

She looks up at people passing by, trying to discern who don't quite blend in. Someone who would look to be from another world. ]

Excuse me. [ She interjects when she spots someone. ] I don't think I'm quite understanding what's happening here, and I don't trust any of those people from before to explain it to me properly.

Would you be so kind as to lend me a moment of your time? [ All smiles and soft tones. The perfect lady. ]

WILDCARD.

[ Open to any other setting! ]

[illuminescent]

[Lucy, luckily, is not in trousers, though the dress she's wearing isn't exactly something that she would wear to court, either. It's modest enough, for this time, but it isn't the pounds of skirts and corset and jewelry that would be considered proper for her world - or her station.

She turns when she hears the woman speak, and one look her over tells Lucy so much about this woman.]

Yes, I would be very happy to provide any small assistance I am able.

[Lucy's smile is honest, genuine. The smell of naive practically surrounds her like a perfume.]

The Inquisitor | Dragon Age: Inquisition

[melavasomniar]

01.
[Lavellan’s not totally unused to world jumping, granted this isn’t the Fade, but it’s still not impossible for him to understand. More than anything he’s shocked by the clothing, the machines, the architecture—pretty much everything else.

There’s nothing he can do about the whole “other world” thing anyways, right? Might as well move on to the next thought.

The thought he moves onto is these people. There must be interdimensional magic involved because most of these folks look down right strange. Cool.

Lavellan doesn’t spend too long looking at the brochure when it’s handed to him. He flips through it, reads the headings and makes a mental note to read it all later. He does the same with the file folder. He’s much more interested in the folks around him.

He turns to whoever’s nearest and with a sarcastic grin:] You come here often?


02. – 05. Pick a City, Any City
[Once he’s let loose, Lavellan does what Lavellan does best; EXPLORE! Of course, in the course of that he almost gets hit by a car several times, accidentally steals flowers from some shopkeeper’s garden, and stares at a radio for about 10 minutes straight.

If you didn’t run into Lavellan during all that, maybe you run into him after he realizes he’s very hungry; when he walks up to someone in the street and asks:] Hi, do you know where I can get some food?

02

[wasnever]

[Let's say Sera watched him almost become road pizza.]

Take it you're new here. And all elfy too, what with the tattoos and everything. Ugh.

Anyway, though, yeah. Those are called cars. Watch out for those.

Alvis / Xenoblade Chronicles

[overseer]

(01)

[ This is about as unforeseeable as it gets.

Alvis did not object when he awoke in the foreign, immediately unforgettable room. He didn't object when they unceremoniously whisked him off either, down the hall and out the front door of an unfamiliar building, into the unbearable heat of a familiar sun. He is too busy being confused in the first few minutes of wakefulness to object.

Because this is literally impossible. He cannot be here, if his suspicion is correct about where "here" is. He cannot be, either, in this place, especially not as he exists now: standing upright with arms and legs and eyes, wearing his usual hooded coat and buckled trousers. These are the same clothes he put on this morning, in his room in Alcamoth.

This place, however... he cannot foresee a single thing. The future is as invisible to his mind's eye as it would a regular Homs.

A solider in his peripheral vision gestures to a car parked by a gate ahead. Alvis glances towards him, only to see that he's speaking to someone else - apparently trying very hard to get them to comply with his instructions. Alvis watches them for a minute, listening carefully to both the solider's politely insistent words and their intended's unconvinced objections, until the solider has said all he can and moves on to the next confused face.

There is nothing to lose. Alvis approaches his fellow new arrival.]

He said to get in the car.

(any city)

[Alvis has been wandering since he arrived, still trying to make some sense of all this. The jist of it has been explained to him several times now, and of course, he read that brief pamplet he was handed front to back. All those spoken and written words didn't make the situation more plausible in his mind. He is starting to relate to the beleaguered newcomers he spoke to on the first day.

One thing he has learned is that anyone else in their position is fairly easy to pick out of a crowd. Usually because they are the nucleus of said crowd. While it depends on the place, the "imPorts" draw all types of reactions from regular people - everything from admiration to anger, trust to fear.

Of course, it would be easier to find the information he needed if he had not lost all of his "abilities" from home - strange as it is to even think of it in such a way. Abilities, power. In this world there are so many variables. A person could not catalogue them all... and maybe Alvis couldn't do it, either.

But, putting that aside. It is fairly easy to pick his kindred out in a crowd. In his search for answers, Alvis doesn't hesitate to approach each and every one of these people he comes across.]

Hello.

[although he's yet another approaching stranger, Alvis is different from the others: he isn't heaping praise or asking for autographs or grumbling under his breath. He isn't even making some kind of face. His expression is completely unassuming, although the slight smile on his face suggests he might say something more. Instead, he waits for a response. If that fails, he raises his wrist - where the currently invisible tattoo would be - to help give a clue on his intentions.]

01

[alcheregis]

[ Haen may look just as confused as the rest of them, but it's rapidly disappearing under gleeful excitement as she twirls around in the sunshine on the edge of the lawn. ]

I will, I will, but look at all this open space! Isn't it marvelous? And it smells amazing! Come here, smell this grass!

[snackcakes]

01.

[almost as soon as grif was in the car, he tossed his folder onto the empty seat next to him. there was no way he was reading that. reading it meant he was more likely to get wrapped up in some more dumb shit he didn't want to do, and the odds of that already happening were way too high. the only real upside was that he wasn't stuck in another box canyon. goddamn did those suck.

that aside, he'd mostly checked out around the word "debrief." whenever that got tossed around, people expected some kind of work to get done. which was definitely not going to be a thing any time soon. at least not until the most important information got coughed up.]

We are getting lunch before the next stop on the tour, right?

[he was a man with priorities, after all. and interdimensional travel really worked up an appetite.]


wildcard!

[hit me up with whatever, boo!!]

WILDCARD; since there's no way he'd be there physically so let's assume network posting or smth

[bestever]

[so yeah, let's just assume that grif landed and made some kind of recognizable pose, somewhere, and church zero'd in on a familiar voice.] Oh, great. I'm sure you'll be real useful to have around.

Felix ✗ Red vs Blue

[moneylogues]

[ 1 ]
[He sure has landed himself in a real shitshow this time, hasn't he? Felix really doesn't like it when he can't control a situation. If you were to ask him, he'd say Locus was the control freak, of course. But no. No, this asshole right here cannot handle it when things don't go his way. So the entire team he gets his explanation, his folder, his pamphlet, he's seething under his helmet. But his frustrated body language is clear enough.

So how about that pamphlet, huh? He's reading it over and- holy shit.]

Is this actually for real? [Okay you know what, he kind of has to laugh at this, because WOW.] Points for delivery, but I've seen better jokes.

I really don't have time for this shit. Some of us have important jobs waiting for us.

[ 5 ]
[Felix is good at making people like and trust him, but this is getting a little ridiculous. Sometimes a guy just wants to walk down the street without being stopped every two minutes because some sap wants to offer him something he doesn't want. Like fliers. Holy shit, has he been handed a lot of fliers.

The latest idiot to approach him did just that, in fact. And of course Felix took it and made sure to act friendly with the guy, because screw it, let's just get this over with quick. But the second the guy's gone, Felix crumples up the flier and idly throws it behind him. There's a trash can like right there, Felix, for fuck's sake-

...Of course he's not at all looking where he throws it, so that crumpled piece of paper might just hit you right in the head. It's heading right for you, anyway.

Think fast.]

[ WILDCARD ]
[Got something else in mind? Come at me, bro, I'm open to whatever.]

1;

[worstever]

[Wash isn't prone to welcoming newbies -- why would he want to socialize? -- but this time, he's in just the right place at the right time. He's talking with one of the nearby military when he sees the gray and orange in the edge of his field of vision. His gun is trained on him in record time, edging for him carefully. Even disoriented, Felix is a threat. He's always a threat.]

I think you're about to have your hands full right here.

Christian Fischer | OC

[buildingcastles]

01

[As people are ushered out by their escorts, each has their own thoughts on this whole sudden change. But the others are probably taking the situation a lot better than this guy, a young man that is simultaneously fumbling with the folder and pamphlet he was handed, look back over his shoulder at the lab he just left--Wait, what was that?--and shy away from the smiling soldier while he walks forward. It's going about as well as it sounds.]

No, there-there's been some kind of mistake. You don't, you've got the wrong person. Really! Can we just talk about this?

[He catches a few eyes as he looks around to anyone nearby to help clear up this error. Come on! Look at him, he's the image of forgettable small town nobody. Someone else has to realize this is crazy.]

02

[Abandoned right out in the middle of Where The Hell Am I city. Great. This is going well for Christian already. At least the ushering is over, but now he isn't sure what to do. Mostly, he's keeping his hand in his pocket and walking with his head down, trying to avoid eye contact. A couple nearby are talking just loud enough for him to catch it. -Can't be right in the head. He moves away from them a bit more quickly and tries to find somewhere less crowded.]

Want to talk about crazy... look at what you've built here.

[He's just talking to himself, not looking back at the people having their discussion. Nobody heard that, right?]

03-05

All right. Think I've got this.

[After wandering around a bit, Christian has finally figured out how to avoid unwanted attention. He looks the same, maybe a bit more average than some other people around, and certainly not official in any capacity. There are other people marked as government sanctioned imPorts and he's happy to let them get all of the attention, negative and positive. Instead of soaking up praise or getting into arguments with other locals who seem to dislike them, Christian is digging through his pockets for change.]

Wonder how much food is...

[Sometimes it pays to be more or less invisible. Although, this might be more of a problem when he has to actually buy his lunch. He could try to find some coins in the street, though. The way he's looking around, he's probably debating as much. People who naturally avoid weird things seem to completely ignore him, forgetting that he exists at all. Those more in tune with a little supernatural touch can tell he doesn't quite fit the scenery, although he looks normal enough at a glance.]

if this isn't cool, lmk

[alcheregis]

[ Perception of Christian might be helped by the fact that this woman is a bit of an odd duck herself, which is why he might suddenly find himself with a petite redhead woman grasping his arm like they're in the middle of a Parisian stroll, launching into a conversation without introduction or pretext. Her left hand is intermittently clad in a thin metal-linked glove. ]

Oh meiosis, food sounds like a wonderful idea, I am absolutely starving. Well, not really starving like the kind where it's bad for you, I suppose people do use that all the time as hyperbole, and we probably shouldn't, because there likely are starving people somewhere. Now would they have to use a different thing for phrasing, do you wonder? If someone's already starving and they want to convey that they're really really hungry, would they still say it? It's a bit redundant. Or maybe you're just supposed to know it, I guess, by other things that they say? It's not like there's a hard and fast line for what's starving and what isn't though, so that'd be kind of a tough thing to enforce.