A for effort though

[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

Garnet | Steven Universe

[nicemass]

01.
Garnet is not easily manhandled, and she does not allow herself to be pushed and shoved and ushered as other imPorts might. She walks at her own pace, ignoring the urges of the employees at the Porter to speed it up a little. When she's handed the pamphlet she takes it without a glance, continuing on her way.

Stoic and observant, Garnet emerges into this new world, and though she may not outwardly show it she's taking careful note of everything around her.

-

02.
Garnet strolls down the streets of De Chima, unfazed by the attention of the native citizens. Someone hands her a hot dog, though - shoves it right in her path. She turns, staring at him without the slightest shift in her expression.

"Thanks," she says, holding the food in her hand as she continues on, nonchalant.

-

00. wildcard c: choose your own

01

[revolutionary_pearl]

Pearl is a little more lost in the crowd - oh sure, she can dodge and weave around the massed humanity with impeccable grace, but she isn't a rock the way Garnet is. She has to be fluid, not solid.

Fortunately it also makes Garnet easy to pick out. A small "oh!" escapes Pearl as she continues ducking out of the way of humans, slowly moving to meet her. "Oh! Garnet! You're here?" An odd mixture of relief and worry colors her tone. Because while Garnet being here is an enormous relief ... does that mean the only ones looking after Steven are Amethyst and Greg? No.

Donkey | Shrek

[steed]

02.

[Donkey is, by standard sizes of a donkey, small. He is a petite donkey. Which is not what people seem to notice about him. Oh no, they're noticing other things, such as...

1) He talks.
2) He will not stop talking.
3) He is somehow capable of drinking a malt through a straw.
4) He has gone through three malts and still has no problem with the straw.
5) He can grab things with his hooves and frequently waves them as he talks, unnerving or adorable?
6) He's a freaking talking donkey.

So Donkey is quite pleased that he keeps getting handed (hooved?) more malts, unaware that the rapt few natives are only giving them over because they are completely fascinated by a donkey that can use a straw. Of course, since Donkey is so rarely listened to, he's under the impression that they're just SUPER interested in his tales, interrupted by comments of "how nice folks are around here!" every time he gets a new malt. They seem especially interested (read, to everyone who is not Donkey: perplexed) about his wife, and the longer he talks...]

...so what if she's a big, mean, fire-breathing machine when she's gotta be? You'd think somebody'd be willing to come out in the forest since she can't fit through the door! And you know those little home kits aren't safe. For donkeys or humans or puppet boys or nobody! Not saying it's a bad tattoo, but it's not what I'd've picked...

[The more perplexed they become. But sweet Mother Hubbard, people are paying him attention.]

ive tagged you, now you have to app

[runningjoke]

What...

[She's new to Earth. She's new to humans, the things that are supposed to be talking. She's even newer to the things that aren't supposed to talk. On the brightside, she doesn't know he's not supposed to be doing any of those things at the very least.

So instead, despite hating humans, she approaches one nearest to Donkey, speaking up loudly to talk over him.]

What is this thing.

Wonnderella | The Non-Adventures of Wonderella

[drunkerella]

2:

Ugh! Never mind. Jesus why is everyone in this dimension so useless?

[Wonderella declares this in the air as she waves away the helpful person who was failing to help her. She turns around glares at everyone nearby before picking out a likely candidate and pointing at them.]

Hey, you! Yes, you. Do you know where this dimension's Wonderella is? I gotta find her to figure out whatever this stupid crisis or cataclysm or bullshit is about so I can get back to not having to give a rats ass about it. Just point me in her direction okay?

3:

[Dana has wasted no time capitalizing on the seeming popularity of superheroes imports here in town. She's sitting on a bench, and next to her is a hand-written, fairly messy sign. It reads:]

Autographs: Five Dollars. (Lame. Go BIGGER.)
Picture with the amazing Wonderella: Twenty Bucks. (No touching. Yes that includes hugs!)

Have Wonderella Pick Up Your Car WITH YOU IN IT!: One Bottle of Whiskey. (ask your parents.)

[She's got four bottles of whiskey and about a hundred dollars so far, and there are two dented cars on the street behind her. Whoops? She's also grinning as if she's hit the big time.]

Okay. Next!

Wildcard!: Wonderella might be apathy personified in hero form but she can still turn up in random places like the best of them.

3!

[brushoff]

[ She's got four bottles of whiskey. Hello there, Dorian's new best friend. He's got no idea who Dana is or what she's like but he's Dorian Gray, he's a borderline alcoholic, he's going to try and flirt his way into getting Wonderella to share some of that whiskey.

So, he saunters on up to her bench, giving Dana a winning smile that's borderline fake and borderline talk-show host. ] Glad to see that somebody here's capitalizing on their newly gained powers.

Kira Yoshikage | Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

[insatiableinappetite]

01

[It's all such a rush to him. Last time he was just recalling himself suffering a host of humiliating beat downs culminating in ultimately having to mutilate himself and abandoning his comfortable life. The worst day of his life, he can proudly say without much irony or exaggeration.

And now he's here...with his face. Yes. Definitely his face as he spies in several reflections during his processing. He keeps a cool demeanor through the whole thing, nodding passively right up to getting his pamphlet.

There was mention of something about a war and apparently he was in America now, but that didn't matter. Luck was on Kira's side once again. He steps out into the sun, cracking into a complacent smile.

Free...that's what it was, free.]"

Looks like I'll be sleeping like a baby after all. Things are finally coming up Yoshikage!

02

[Heropa is a nice place, a model of the tranquil life Kira Yoshikage looks for. He never butted his head into this import business, distasteful stuff. He kept a polite if cold distance from most of the business owners here acknowledging them with a gracious smile, getting what he needed, and then heading on his way.

A quiet life.

Of course, there was one thing he needed to test. The whole import business was distasteful, and where the people with abilities in Morioh were in the dozens the people in the cities of U.S. must be in the hundreds. After all, if those brats like Josuke could see his Killer Queen, what if those other imports could too? It'd get in the way of pursuing his 'girlfriends'.

Naturally, this called for a simple test. Kira idly sits in an empty cafe, tossing one crumb far off. Quickly Killer Queen touches one particular crumb before it hits the ground. Kira takes refuge in a far-off bench as he watches a hapless bird take the bait.

Kira looks as his watch. Three...two...one...boom. Killer Queen sets it. A minute explosion up in the air as it flies off. No trace of the bird, nothing.

He wonders if he should actually get something, maybe tea.]

screaming (also 02)

[trickstar]

[What do you know, someone else happens to like Joseph's favorite Heropa cafe! Usually no one goes here, he's kind of surprised to see this place still in business whenever he visits Heropa. Carrying a coffee in a to-go cup, Joseph pauses when he sees another man nearby. He sure looks like someone who wants a friendly conversation!!

Joseph takes a seat next to the blond man on the bench and takes a sip of his coffee.]

Nice weather out today, huh? I love Autumn.

Cindy Moon/Silk | Marvel Comics

[lunaraneae]

01. Arrival

[Cindy squints in the bright Florida sunshine, shielding her eyes and picking a random direction to walk in. The heat makes sweat prickle on her back. A little more humid than your standard New York summer for sure.

The tattooing and government files feels a bit too familiar. The feeling of eyes watching her every move, testing, waiting...]

Nice to know paranoia is still in fashion, no matter the universe.

02. Heropa

[So she missed a lot during the past ten years. No big deal. Cindy's a modern woman, adaptable and savvy! Plus there's nothing a quick Google search can't help with.

Still there are some things that feel completely inexplicable. She examines the drink handed to her with a slightly perplexed expression.]

Who decided to put pumpkin spice in a drink?

03. De Chima

[Big cities are definitely more her style. It may not be New York, but De Chima's skyscrapers would do for a quick bit of webslinging. Silk perches on rooftops and ledges, lingers in alleys, listening to the mutters of the crowds below.

She gives a wave to the few kids that look up and see her swinging against the sky. It feels strangely lonely as she swings from building to building without the distinctive shadows of the Baxter Building and Stark Tower looming over the skyline. For all she knows, she might be one of only a few working capes in town.]

Wildcard

[Your pick! Run into Cindy lost in a city or Silk punching muggers in the face or whatever you'd like.]

02

[bindsthedead]

I don't know- they seem to be putting it in everything lately.

[It's a trend Sabriel hopes will die relatively soon. Still, she smiles brightly.]

Apparently it's some sort of seasonal trend?

Albert Heinrich | Cyborg 009

[heartofwar]

03.

[The attention is.. strange. Disconcerting. Albert's not sure what it is that makes him stand out, but they notice. Some shrink back like they know, and as blatantly as those reactions always remind him that his own humanity is a sham, he can't blame them either.

No, it's the ones that approach him that startle him the most. If they know what he is, they don't show it and shove pens in his right hand like his fingertips aren't gun barrels beneath his gloves.

He scrawls out a half-assed signature that's something of a combination of his full name with a tolerant smile for the younger crowd, enhanced audio receptors cocked in the direction of milling adults and their low conversations.]

Government corruption in the eighties? Now there's something worth following up on.


04.

[The person manning the newspaper stand gives him something of a glare when he laughs at the title splashed across the cover. Albert leafs through a copy with an unapologetic smile and buys it before the man can do more than open his mouth.

Only days ago, it was the UN asking that very same question of the 00 Cyborgs. Where were their loyalties? What threat did they pose to the new world order? Conveniently forgetting who was responsible for ending the threat of global war to start with and how it even began.

Albert amasses half a dozen more papers around town and settles at a cafe with a marker and a strong cup of coffee to begin an afternoon of reading]


05.

[Hero. Right. Some title.

The city is too much and Albert struggles to escape it. Too much noise, too much unsolicited praise, and way too much physical contact. He refuses everything, apologizes for every stray touch, makes excuses, and tries to remember where the military base is located.

He doesn't run, though it's a near thing, and ducks behind a building before he can run into another crowd that might recognize him. It's just a little ridiculous, and he rests against the wall with a sigh]

If this is what it's like to be famous, I think I'll pass.


wildcard.

[choose your own misadventure!]

5

[mightthinkthat]

[ Francis isn't at all sympathetic, it seems, judging by his 'oh aren't you cute' smile. He shrugs. ]

Oh, it's all right, once you get used to it.

Helena | Orphan Black

[seekingsestra]

Nonah

[All this attention seems to be making Helena uncomfortable. Her eyes dart from side to side like a wild animal sensing a trap as she hurries through the streets, brushing past the people with questions and flyers for services and offers of employment. She only stops when, after ditching a particularly dogged t-shirt salesmen (and possibly threatening to break his fingers), she's approached by a young girl of maybe eight or nine. The girl asks in an awed tone if she's really an imPort.]

... Yes. [Helena crouches down to speak with the girl.] I came from another Earth.

[But suddenly this little girl who had been so excited to speak to her is nervous. She knows the Russians are the bad guys and in her cartoons they sound a lot like this. (Of course, most American kids can't pick out a Ukrainian accent from a Russian one.) She starts to back away.]

What is wrong, child?

Any City

[Helena is seated in a booth at a diner and it seems like she's ordered half the menu. Rice pudding, chicken fingers, onion rings, a plate of ribs, a slice of cheesecake. Several other plates sit empty, suggesting that this is actually round two of an even larger meal.

She's eating most of it with her fingers and letting the crumbs fall onto the table, occasionally picking up a spoon for a scoop of the pudding. In addition to the ketchup and mustard that sits at every table, she has dipping cups of various other sauces and a small pitcher of maple syrup. Clearly she is prepared for anything.

A waitress approaches and asks if her meal is all right.]

Yes. Very good. [She drizzles mustard on an onion ring and bites it in half with a crunch, smiles at the waitress.] These fried onions I like. I will take more to go, please.

the diner

[coppelganger]

[ Sarah sees Helena through the large diner windows and freezes in place on the sidewalk. She'd know that hair anywhere. Not to mention the dozen half-filled plates sitting on the table in front of her.

For a minute, she can't bring herself to move, warring internally with two decidedly different emotions: relief at seeing her sister here, at knowing she's not alone anymore, and annoyance—because she's already told people she only has a brother, because Helena is (to put it lightly) a handful, because she can already imagine about twenty different ways this could end up inconveniencing her.

God, she's a horrible person.

It's with that thought that she finally forces herself to enter the diner, push roughly past a couple who are exiting, and approach Helena's table. ]

Helena?

Alexia Tarabotti | Parasol Protectorate

[preternature]

1;

Why, this is an absolute horrid way to treat a woman, I'd say.

[She'll all but scream that to anyone who wants to listen to her (or, basically, anyone who approaches). A respectable lady shouldn't scream so loud but no one has ever accused her of being a respectable lady. Meet Alexia in all her victorian glory, latching onto a frankly horrid parasol as if her life depends on it.]

I cannot believe we they treat kidnapping which such ease. Kidnapping of an Earl's wife, even! Why I've never.

[She points towards whoever happens to be near her her with her parasol, as if she were pointing a weapon.] You! I demand answers this instant. And answers that make sense.

What exactly is a porter and under what jurisdiction were we brought to this dreadful place? [She'll use her title as Muhjah if she has to, see if she won't.]

OH MY GOD YES PLEASE APP HER

[brushoff]

[ Somehow, for the purpose of this meme, Dorian Gray is at the Porter building despite the fact that he's been here for too damn long and honestly shouldn't be here to begin with. Maybe he fucked up and has to do community service. Who knows. All that we know for certain is that he spots Alexa and practically has flashbacks back to the Victorian age his Victorian age when he was young and (relatively) innocent and (at first) unspoiled.

Of course, there's nothing about him that suggests Dorian used to be from the late 1800s now. He looks positively modern in his black slacks and maroon shirt, unbuttoned one too many buttons to be entirely proper. But hey, immortality has its perks.

Anyway, as she brandishes her parasol at him, Dorian can't help but hide a small note of delight that flicks across his face. When he responds, it's in his typical languid British accent. ] None of the answers here make sense to begin with. [ it's also at this point that he gets a look at her parasol. ] Good Lord that thing ruins the entire outfit.

THE NARRATOR | THE STANLEY PARABLE

[nihilisticnarration]

[ Any location! ]

[You may, if you like, get a sneaking sensation that you're not alone.

You do not see anything, of course, because there is nothing to see; rather, there is a presence, hovering just around you -- or is it above you? No matter, really, because this particular presence has no desire to conceal the fact that he is accompanying you.

You see, all he needs to know is your full name and your location, and he can begin his job. When he speaks, it's in the tone of a mild, comfortingly friendly sounding voice with a marked English accent.

And he's just waiting to narrate your life, Hero.]

[hands4healing]

[Winry's not exactly paranoid but she does - did? - have a stalker at one point. Maybe more than one. So that presence makes her look around, squinting, shading her eyes.

She feels like she ought to swat something, like a fly or a mosquito buzzing around her head. It's downright annoying.]

Who are you?

gaby teller | the man from u.n.c.l.e.

[ringen]

(( never fear--no movie spoilers in the prompt! ))

[ 05 ]
[ The woman in a white dress, white heels, and a gratuitously large white hat actually blends in quite well into her surroundings. She walks along the streets of the city with a confident stride like she belongs here; sure, this wasn't quite how she pictured her first visit to America, land of the free and home of the brave, etc. would be, but there were a lot of other things she hadn't quite pictured at all. The fact that it's apparently the year 2015, and the Cold War is still going on, for one. It almost feels just like 1963. Then there's the matter of this whole... Porter and dimensions thing, for another. That, she hasn't quite figured out either. She hadn't realized that such technology was possible in any realm, really...

...Just like she hadn't realized flying cars could be a real thing. Alright, they're not really flying, but... she sure doesn't see any wheels on them.

And so the brunette continues along the walk, politely but curtly declining the offers for free things people seem to be flinging at anyone who looks remotely out of the ordinary (herself included, it seems). The one place she stops at? A car dealership. She strolls up to a car on display near the sidewalk, and after walking around it a few times, pulling down her sunglasses to peer into windows and humoring the pesky salesman with small (and possibly mildly flirtatious) chitchat, she gets into the drivers seat. ]

Hm. The seat is rather comfortable. Now...

[ She raises her hands and rests them on the steering wheel, and--the car starts with a jolt, engine revving. And yet, she does not have the keys to this vehicle. The salesman is more than a little mortified, his voice cracking with a, "M--Ma'am? I apologize, I--I don't know why this is happening, they don't normally start on their own like that--"

Perhaps this whole powers thing may not be such a bad thing, after all. She rolls down the window and gives the panicking salesman a little smile. ]

Oh, don't worry. I'm not going to run off with your car.

[ Well. Maybe. She certainly could... ]

[ or: choose your own adventure! ]

[americanhustle]

[ While most things about this new situation were working out for him better than he ever could have hoped, there were a few inconveniences that remained the same here as anywhere - and that was the need for a car.

There were plenty of things he could steal easily now, almost so easily it took some of the satisfaction out of the doing, but a car was something else entirely. He'd been happy to find that his clothing came with him when he moved through solid walls, but he has a sneaking suspicion the same wouldn't hold true for driving a car out of a showroom.

So then maybe he just needed to do things the old fashioned way, and that would involve checking out the nearest dealership. Not that he really wanted to steal a car. It did seem like a very easy way to get yourself caught, but at the very least he could go and do some pricing. After all, he was going to have to get one one way or another.

Upon stepping onto the lot though, all he was met with was confusion.

Surely he was imagining things... there was no way the petite brunette sitting in the sports scar was who it appeared to be. He made his way over to her quickly, not sure what he expected to find when he approached her. And yet the closer he got, the more certain he was.]

Now this is a surprise.

Olive Silverlock | DC Comics (n52)

[pyrolock]

03 - De Chima

[Dark cloudy skies have turned to rain and of course she's without an umbrella. Once the rain begins to fall she immediately runs for cover into a small tea shop. However being inside a store and not ordering something is impolite in her book, so she shyly approaches the counter to order the cheapest hot drink on the menu.

...Only to rifle around the pockets of her Gotham Academy school uniform (not yet having the time to change) and remember then that she doesn't have any money on her yet.

Help a poor teenage girl out?]

04 - Maurtia Falls

[This city wasn't a friendly one at all, but oddly that made it the most 'at home'. It reminded her of Gotham and, for better or worse, having even a small reminder of home right now was actually something she desperately needed. She's been unsettled all day long since coming here and the reality of the situation is really beginning to hit her.

She comes upon a park with a peaceful sitting area, not too crowded but not empty either, and finds an abandoned newspaper on a table. Not having to pay for it is nice, but the contents are questionable at best. Vigilantism on the rise.]

So even here they're running around? Home sweet home I guess. [It's a grumble, but loud enough to be overheard as she reads on. Guess who isn't a fan of the costumed hero type - it's her of course.]

Wildcard

[Make up a prompt or PM me for a different starter.]

02

[bindsthedead]

It's all right. [One long fingered, unnervingly pale hand puts a few bills onto the counter. Sabriel's wearing a suit, and already holding her own drink. She looks down at Olive and smiles politely, before heading back to her table, ignoring the whispers that follow after- things like Hey, wasn't she in the news, and Heard she's part of that new government team.]

Nico Yazawa | Love Live!

[girlishpath]

two;

[now, Nico could understand why another universe would want to enlist her help as an up and coming megastar - she's flattered, even! - but even her ego eventually found itself wilting under the oppressive humidity and heat of Florida. and it was like this almost year round? how did Americans stand it???

she'd been quite energetic during the first few hours of her arrival, happily posing for the crowds and chirping away at them with her idol persona firmly in place; it was gratifying in a lot of ways to finally be receiving some of the recognition she deserved. but as time wore on, the scenario she'd been expecting still hadn't happened - there was no sign of the other members of Muse.

as happy as she was to be the star attraction around here, in the privacy of her own mind...that was really starting to bother her.

that private thought is what's led her on this hot, sweaty, and demoralizing quest to find some familiar faces. she's still trying her best to put on that cutesy mask, but doesn't realize that it's not really working anymore - the next person she grabs by the arm is in for a frightful grimace.]

Hey, I'm looking for some other girls wearing the same uniform as me!

four;

[Nico's been on a whirlwind imPort city tour ever since arriving, making good use of the teleporters to bounce from place to place like it was nothing. although she does her best to look cool and nonchalant as she enters and exits the stations, she can't help but gape a little when she thinks no one is looking. future America is so cool.

Maurtia Falls is her last stop and by far the unfriendliest place she's set foot in - and Nico would most certainly know all about that. an idol has to be able to judge a crowd the minute she walks on stage, and reading the energy of an entire town is no different! of course she's confident in her analysis.

which means that this is the perfect place to try out one of the abilities this Porter had given her. she didn't need any help enchanting people as an idol, of course, but it would be stupid not to use all the tools provided to her! and it would be a lot easier to practice before the rest of Muse arrived and saw any of her (highly unlikely, but still!!) failures with it.

she strides into the most crowded public place she can find, the look of determination on her face making Nico seem more like she's ready for war than a solo concert. the grimace is gone in a flash, however, as she replaces it with something incredibly perky and...strikes a pose?]

Hey, Maurtia Falls! It's your favorite idol, Nico! Nico-Nico-nii!

[being an idol was all about presence and confidence - that must be the same way superpowers worked, right? all she had to do was reach down deep in herself and will these people to fall under her spell...]

Ehhh?!?

[if only Nico had spent more than five minutes skimming her government file, she might have noticed that her newfound powers of charm and charisma only worked on kids. alas.

it's too late for that sort of regret, as she's now found herself completely swarmed by children of all ages, cheering and laughing and tugging insistently at her sleeves for everything from autographs to a dance solo. she struggles desperately to disentangle herself, but given the fact she's roughly the same height of most of these kids it's probably not going to happen.

at least she got the big scene she wanted...]

wildcard;

[come hit me up with anything idgaf]

4

[bindsthedead]

[Sabriel's been spending more time in Maurtia Falls since RISE moved their headquarters here. So when she sees a crowd of children, of course she steps forward to investigate- she's tall enough to wade through the crowd, seeking out the person in the middle of it all.]

You seem to be popular.

UNDERTALE / sans / no toplevel spoilers but be warned!!

[abadtime]

WILDCARD;
[whichever city you're in, there's a new hot dog stand rolling around downtown. the guy behind the countertop is looking pretty pale... like. really pale. like... you could almost say that he's... bone pale.]

[because he's a literal skeleton. yep. that's a good old fashioned bag o' bones grinning at you from over the counter. not that he can do anything except grin... what with not having a proper face, and all. just the toothy jaws.]

heh. what's a kid like you doing hanging around here? you came a long way, huh?

you must be pretty hungry.

i bet i can help with that. if you wanna cough up the cash, of course.

[htespagheti]

[HERE COMES BIG BROTHER he's probably relieved to see him or something right --]

SANS!!!! WHO TOLD YOU TO SELL THESE WARM SAUSAGES?

IS THIS WHAT YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DOING! DOES SOMEONE NEED TO TELL YOU TO STOP DOING THINGS THAT YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE DOING. AND TO START DOING THINGS YOU SHOULD BE DOING!

[-- oh okay or it could be like that.]

Anastasya Griffin | Might and Magic

[thegriffinofdeath]

1 - Arrival

[The girl looked to be about seventeen, standing off to the side, still close to the entrance of the building and away from where the other imports were gathering around waiting for their 'cars.' With pale skin, raven hair and dark brown eyes, she would've looked quite normal if not for the rather archaic black robes, laced with a sharp green trim, and the faintly glowing spider-pendant hanging around her neck.]

[At the moment, she was examining her hands hesitantly, tapping her fingers against her palm, her expression one of...befuddlement.]

I can't really be alive again, can I?

[She asked the question to herself, but just loud enough to be overheard.]

3 - De Chima

[It has been a very, very long time since children were not afraid of Anastasya, and at first she isn't entirely sure how to deal with it. Between the arrival and now whatever had compelled her 'living' form had faded, though whether it was permanent or not she didn't know, but her appearance was now one of a kind of corrupted unlife. Her skin was as pale as death and sallow against her bones, her eyes shimmered with a strange green glow, and her whole body seemed faintly wrapped in a kind of unsettling energy.]

[It was fortunate that she hadn't really had time to dwell, as shortly after she had arrived she had been accosted by the local children. But rather than hating her for the twisted magic she represented, they'd been fascinated by her, asking her questions, wanting to take her 'picture' (A very unsettling thing, she decided) and wanting to know if she did any tricks!]

Tricks, hmm?

[Her smile was sly and she seemed to think about it, looking over the crowd of young people. The last time she'd seen a crowd of the living they'd been coming for her head. Maybe this wasn't quite so awful a place anyway.]

I think that can be arranged.

[She gestured casually at the air above the children, and there was a swirl of green and black magic, dancing and shifting in the air until a skeletal bird, perhaps a raven or a hawk, burst into life, swirling over them all twice before coming to a rest on Anastasya's outstretched arm.]

How's that?

[Her smile was a lot more genuine, and perhaps a tad less unsettling, as they cheered and started shouting for more. Hmm.]

05 - Nonah

No, I'm telling you Bluebeak, I have no idea what it does. I don't understand anything here!

[Anastasya is standing on a side-street, in her living guise once more, and appears to be in the middle of something of an argument with a large bird. The feathered creature, a raven perhaps twice as large as usual, is inscribed with shimmering blue runes, and it squawks something at the girl that makes her huff.]

No, don't be ridiculously, this is completely different. At least when Aunt Svetlana...when she did what she did, I had her to guide me. It's like I'm floundering in the light and the only guides I can find hand me practical jokes instead of aid. Like this useless thing.

[She shakes her phone at the bird in evidence, and the creature caws something else that brings her up short.]

N...no, I haven't asked. Asking hasn't been an option in years, though...I suppose it's hardly the same here. I...fine. Fine. Just wait here.

[The young woman turns with an annoyed noise and moves a bit down the street, until she spots the first person who looks like they might have any idea how to help. She holds up her phone by way of greeting.]

Excuse me? I don't suppose you understand how to use this...thing?

[She does not hold the little machine in high regard, it seems.]

1

[bindsthedead]

Apparently, you are. [The speaker is another teenager- an unusually tall, and unnaturally pale one, whose outfit is fairly normal looking, aside from the sword at her hip.]

If you weren't, I would know. That device is capable of... well, of several things that should be impossible, true revival among them.

Dream, Morpheus-flavored | The Sandman

[meticulousinexecution]

Maurtia Falls;

[He is hard to look at, at the same time that is is impossible to look away from him when one manages. He looks familiar and strange all at once; impossibly tall in a way, but still human sized in another, his hair dark and wild, his shadow wavering at the edges. His eyes burn like stars in an infinite darkness.

He is feeding the pigeons.

He is feeding the pigeons and it looks like there is rain falling when there is no rain at all.]

[helpline]

[ It's the eyes that pull the Doctor in more than anything else. He knows old. He is old. And there's something old about that (for lack of a better term) person that the Doctor can't place his finger on.

So, he walks up to Dream and squats down by the pigeons. ]

I never really got this. They're smart enough to get food by themselves and you won't be able to have one as a pet. What's the use then? Just to make the birds happy?

Sora | Kingdom Hearts

[heartofstrength]

02. Heropa

[On the way into Heropa, Sora had taken the time to scan over everything that had been given to him. Not that he understood all of it but he could figure it out by asking around. Either way it was a change for him. Usually Jimney was the one who wrote down all of the important information and that was after it had been discovered. So he'd taken advantage to learn about this world before walking around with the natives.

Now out on the streets, Sora's walking around casually with a free drink in hand (he'd tried to hand over some munny for it but the girl behind the counter refused it). It's very obvious that he's new here as his head is swiveling left and right to take in all of the buildings and people.

Then he's distracted by a crying child and after tossing his drink into the nearest trash can, he rushes over to her side. Leaning over, resting his hands on his knees, Sora gives her a worried look.]

Hey, what's wrong?

[The girl then points up to a tree where there's a gray kitten hanging on a branch. Sora follows the gesture and smiles down at the girl.]

I'll get your kitty for you, so don't cry anymore, okay?

[She nods and wipes her eyes with her fists, eyes drying up but leaving her with the sniffles still. Assured that she's not crying now, Sora moves closer to the tree and jumps up to grab onto the branch with one hand. Did he seriously just clear that twenty foot jump with ease? He sure did.

After pulling himself up onto the branch, Sora reaches out to wrap a hand around the kitten's middle and then drops down to the ground. Once there, he hands over the animal and pats the girl on the head.]

See, all safe and sound now.

[The girl returns the smile he's giving her but then a woman rushes over to grab the girl's hand. She drags her child away but not before shooting Sora a dirty look. Then she clearly mumbles something under her breath after reaching a man. Before the family leaves, the man casts a glance back at Sora.

Sora ruffles the back of his hair in confusion.]

What was that all about?

05. Nonah

[When told about the Porters that can take him to different cities around the world, of course Sora had to go check it out. He'd randomly picked out of the list of available places and ended up in this place. It was as lively as some of the worlds that he's visited up until now. The energy buzzed through him until he could no longer stand it and now Sora is running through the streets.

Somehow, the people managed to figure out that he was an imPort - maybe due to the fact that his clothes are a little strange or maybe because he used magic to help put out a relatively small fire. Either way, it seems as if everyone in the city knows his face now. All of the people he passes, waves to him with huge smiles and there's a crowd gathering at the end of the street.

He's forced to stop before them and one man reaches out to drap an arm around Sora's shoulders. Expectantly, he looks up at this stranger waiting to hear of something he can help with...

Sora doesn't expect the man to start talking about being a spokesman that promotes kids staying in school. Lifting a hand to scratch at one of his cheeks, Sora looks sheepish.]

Gee, I dunno if I should. I haven't been to school in over a year.

[There hadn't been any school to go to when his island was destroyed by darkness and then he spent that year asleep in a pod, followed by more world-hopping to find Riku and then there was the exam Yen Sid had set them both on. School had been a fairly low priority for a long while now.

The man blows this off and continues to talk about how that would make Sora the perfect person for it. All the while, the spiky-haired kid just looks uncomfortable as even the crowd encourages him to do it and then proceeds to take pictures of him.

Someone help.]

00. Wildcard

[Choose your own adventure.]

[Wildcard!]

[hands4healing]

Sora!?

[Winry stops, hearing his voice. She looks around, confused. Hopeful. Riku would be so happy with Sora back!]

Stanford Pines | Gravity Falls

[deciphered]

02; Heropa

[If Ford even notices the people staring, it doesn't seem to bother him. After thirty years of interdimensional travel, you get a little used to people looking at you like you don't belong. And there's a lot of it. He sticks out like a sore thumb, looking every inch a tourist as he wanders through the city -- standing on his tiptoes to see as far as he can inside shop windows, crouching to look under an idling hovercar, periodically stopping anyone who looks a little too local to ask questions they (more often than not) don't have the answers to. He seems pretty content to chat with anyone who's willing, though he'll occasionally put the conversation on hold to write something down in a worn-looking journal. If someone stares too long, or even stands still too long, they're obviously considered fair game, and he'll try to flag them down with a wave of his pen.]

Excuse me! Are you native to this dimension, or were you brought here through their-- what did they call it again? Ah! Right. [He pauses to make air quotes with one six-fingered hand.] "Porter."

wildcard

[feel free to send me a PM or just hit me up with whatever! adventure awaits!]

2

[glitterateur]

[It's like she can sense when a Pines nerd is writing something important down in a journal. Mabel and her favorite Waddles (Dipper Dos, now rockin' a stylish rainbow mane as majestic as any seen on the overrated magic horses in Gravity Falls) turn a corner and spot Ford scribbling mid-conversation with someone who doesn't matter at all because oh gosh.]

Grunkle FORD!!

[The words are barely out of her mouth before she's barreling towards him, beautiful be-unicorned pig trailing behind her. Whatever he's writing had better not be important-- she's slamming into him for a hug and probably ruining everything.]

When did you get here have you seen the portal thing did you get superpowers too are you ready to give Stan a hug did you know Dipper and I aren't allowed to drive in this universe you have to meet my friend with a robot arm!

Norman | Mighty Max

[manofmanylegends]

01:
[Whatever disorientation Norman might've felt didn't last long. Just one of those perks that comes with his job of protecting the Mighty One, taking portals to different places all over the world, and encountering a variety of awkward or bizarre situations that all seem so blazé now. If that weren't enough, Norman's got ten thousand years of battle-hardened training under his belt. If he isn't used to shaking things like this off by now, he'll never be.

So, just like that, he shakes it off. What he doesn't shake off so easily is that he doesn't have his sword. He'd almost turned the place upside down looking for it, but the scientists were really helpful in explaining a situation where he has neither Virgil nor the Mighty One to guide him. As far as he knows, he's on his own. But what is the Guardian to do without a Mighty One to protect?

It's like being on a vacation he'd never asked for.

When Norman finally steps outside, he bypasses the car for now to just wander around. Cape Canaveral. Everything seems normal enough, but maybe he should actually take the time out to read this file they'd given him...]

Anywhere else/Wildcard:
[Norman may be found walking about in any of the Porter cities. He doesn't look lost, that's not his kind of deal. But he doesn't really look like he's doing anything in particular, or at least, nothing beyond observing his surroundings. Anyone who tries to hassle him or steal his wallet is in for trouble, obviously, and he's the sort who will heroically leap into action if any trouble crops up. Go wild!]

wildcaaard

[crapbearer]

[ It doesn't really matter what Max was doing at the time, does it? Because the reaction would have been the same; He would have dropped everything regardless of the circumstances.

Luckily, though, he's not got much to drop; Lunch, maybe, but he can get another. He seems interested in something he's reading and happens to glance up, spotting the giant towering over the crowd, and his breath catches. No, it couldn't — it can't be —

But Max is already running, weaving through the crowd where he can and bodyslamming when he can't, because Norman is here and Max needs to get to him, to see him, to touch him, to just make sure it's not an illusion — ! ]

Norman! Normie!

[ And that's all the warning Norman's going to get before Max launches himself toward his Guardian with a flying leap, ready to tackle. ]

Kevin | Welcome to Night Vale

[asmilinggod]

01

Waking up in a cold, sterile laboratory? Being ushered by mysterious uniformed officials into strange cars in strange places? Having paperwork and files detailing parts of your life that you don't even know about thrust into your hands with the implication that you should comply?

Why, Kevin feels right at home!

Not only does he not seem terribly bothered by this whole turn of events, but he is beaming from ear to ear.

Not that he could...STOP beaming ear to ear. His grin is unnaturally wide and unnaturally sharp, lips stretched taut and thin on his tanned face to try and accommodate them. For the moment, his gaze is hidden behind a fair of very big, very dark sunglasses - but if he crosses the path of another, he's quick to give them his attention, tucking his file under his arm and speaking in a voice that is just much, much too bright.

"Wow! So many people, huh? Isn't this just sooooooo exciting?"


03

"Oooooooh my gosh - one at a time, friends, one at a time!"

Back in Desert Bluffs, Kevin had enjoyed a healthy measure of fame. As the community radio host, he was one of the most important voices in town, and people had certainly reacted accordingly. The appropriate reaction there, however, was generally considered to be smiling widely, nodding wildly, and taking wild and wide steps backward and away and get back to work before Strex found out you had left your desk WHY DID YOU LEAVE YOUR DESK?

...Here, mostly, it seems to be a lot of kids wanting selfies and asking about your teeth and eyes. Kevin likes people just fine, even if he thinks they could be a bit more...say...productive?

So he plays along for now, leaning over for one more selfie before politely dismissing himself - dismissing himself directly into someone else, dropping the armful of paperwork that he had been carrying around for reasons unknown. He stoops down to gather it, looking at the accidental assailant with his crocodile grin and voids where eyes should be.

Just...staring and smiling.

"Oh dear, I am soooo sorry! How clumsy of me."

Wildcard

(Take your pick!)

Lee Jaekyu | White Christmas

[replacerepeat]

05. Nonah

[Being the center of focus...or getting a lot of attention's definitely not something he's used to. And its abnormal amount, even compared to other Imports passing by. Even ones that're a lot more distinguishable than him. Nearly everyone turns to catch a glance, and a lot of them just stare or stop to talk to him. It's like they can't ignore him.

And the further Jaekyu walks, the more uncomfortable he looks. Hands shoved into his pocket, awkwardly shuffling down the street with his eyes glued to the sidewalk. Whenever someone stops him for a question or a complement, he waves them off with a few quite words and a dismissive wave of his hands.]

Sorry...I think you've got the wrong person.

[It doesn't do any good.

All of the quick glances...the staring. What kind of person gets sent to a world where they can be a "hero" and get "powers"...and ends up with the ability to make people notice them? What kind of awful luck do you have to have? Luck like his, apparently.]

Any City

[What Jaekyu hasn't realized quite yet, is that his power works both ways. People might notice him more or less.

So when it's getting late and he wanders into a store after business hours while they're closing up- no one stops him. It isn't completely obvious that they're done for the day...workers are running around doing menial tasks and cleaning. Which they could be doing at just about any time of the day. It seems pretty ordinary- it's just a slow night and there aren't other customers.

It's only when they've closed the doors, locked them, and pulled the gate down that he realizes there's...a problem. And he's left standing there, staring from behind the locked doors out at the staff members as they walk away.

He doesn't even react at first because he's so startled, but eventually he'll start banging on the glass and waving- hoping someone will do something?]

Wildcard!

[Anything else!]

any city

[nonversation]

[ It's a damn shame that by the time Jaekyu realises there has been a problem, it's already too late for people to be milling around the shopping districts. People have already headed home, workers are gone, the only people fussing about are too hurried to notice anything out of the ordinary, and rush past without a second look.

Eunjae is none of these people; a godsent angel for someone trapped in a store after closing. He's been stopping every few feet at each storefront to gawk and sip from the smoothie someone shoved into his hands (to take to the trash, probably, but a free smoothie? score. it doesn't matter that he can't drink it and cringes every time, and it doesn't matter that he'll projectile vomit it back up within the hour, someone gave it to him, and it's food).

He looks about as dazed as Jaekyu does to see someone staring back at him when he stopped to dumbfoundedly stare into the darkened store, and it takes a moment for him to realise that it isn't his reflection trying to get his attention. ]

What are you doing?

[ A savior? ... Probably not. ]

Jack Benjamin | Kings | OTA, leeeeet's try this again

[cicatrize]

[[ gently... reposts last tdm's prompts, haaaaa... ]]

[ 1 ] ABILITY TESTING;

[ the moment he's released from the government officer intent on showing him all the nice amenities he's been provided with, Jack's out of the house, heading back into town. that's all great (subpar to what he's used to, but not his biggest concern at the moment), but there's still a file in his hands - one he hasn't let go of since it was placed there. it says three things - charmspeak, shapeshifting and flawless hair. powers, granted to him, supposedly by this machinery that pulled him from the bedroom turned prison cell like some kind of mystical salvation. more than beings deemed holy and merciful have ever done for him, that's for certain.

he needs to test it, immediately. ]

[ 1a ] [ the flawless hair one is easy. sometime while he's at a rapid speed-walk through the nightlife of Heropa, Jack stops at a store window to peer at his reflection, running a hand through his hair and rustling it up madly, strands sticking out every which way. one blink later, and it's all back perfectly in place. hm. ] Useful...

[ don't mind him while he stands there for a few minutes testing it a couple more times. or just looks like someone being ridiculously vain in the middle of the sidewalk. which... isn't entirely untrue. ]

[ 1b ] [ charmspeak is next on the list, after he'd done some cell phone googling on the topic. shapeshifting he's... leaving for another time, honestly. that one freaks him out a little. but charmspeak - that, if it works the same as he's read, is immensely valuable. it's one of the bars in Heropa that he ducks into, heading to the bar first for a drink. it's a lot to take in, all of this, but it's possibly the best thing to have happened to him in a long time. it's almost comical - son of a king, heir to a throne, finding a kidnapping to be the most merciful act to ever be visited on him. after finishing that quick drink, it's time to test this.

twice is a coincidence, three is a pattern. the first to women he chats up (women, because that was always his cover - women. never raised suspicions), start with idle conversation, all casual flirting and niceties, that eventually veer into something more absurd. 'so I'm thinking of going sky diving into a volcano, want to come with?' or 'want to get out of here? go jack that Mercedes out front and we can be on our merry way', though he, of course, stops them before anything is followed through with. he's using them, sure, but he's not a sadist. most of the time. the point was, they were utterly, completely, unquestioningly willing to do anything he said.

the last one he doesn't even bother the small talk and charming smiles and coy glances with. just walks up to a woman at the bar and clearly speak over the thrum of the music: ] Personally I find infanticide as a cure to overpopulation and noise pollution to be a vastly underrated solution. We should really be murdering a few more babies. And puppies. And kittens. Make some coats while we're at it.

[ when the woman looks absolutely thrilled at the prospect of baby-killing, Jack is pretty sure this test has been conclusive. either the ability is there and working, or these people are a serious level of fucked up. he laughs, an incredulous kind of bark, and it probably seems a little psychotic to anyone just now wandering by. but he'd rather not have this woman coming around later and calling the authorities or psych ward on him, so jack brings a hand to her cheek, giving her an expression that's somewhere between pitying and unable to hold in his amusement on how ridiculous and perfect this is. ] Go home, darling. Take a long bath, sleep for ten hours, and never think about this moment again.

[ off she goes. and jack will just lean against the bar, sigh blissfully, and order another drink. this is the life. ]

[ 2 ] CAFE CHILLIN;

[ some time after jack's thoroughly tested the 'charmspeak' ability, and given a couple attempts at shapeshifting, enough to have gotten severely disturbed by watching the bones in his hands move under his skin, and his skin tone morph deeper or lighter, jack finds himself relaxing in a sidewalk cafe chair, expensive coffee (that he didn't pay for) set on the table near him, and sunglasses (that someone just gave him when he asked) perched on his nose. his lips smile wide and easy, feeling the afternoon sun heat his face and warm his hands. maybe he'll go to miami. it seems like it's popular during the summer. but what does he know about any part of the geography of this world?

nothing he can't learn. it's a new life here, something he'd been praying for for ages - prayers that went unanswered while people like Silas and David Shepherd had the will of God practically falling over itself to serve them. perhaps this deliverance was mercy, finally extended to him, but somehow, Jack doubts it. ]

All that groveling and prostrating ourselves to divinity for a wisp of a chance at half-miracles. [ he sighs, letting out an airy chuckle as his legs stretch out, arms folding behind his head. ] All it took was a change of scenery. Who knew.

[ 3 ] WILDCARD;

[ choose your own adventure! hit me with whatever! ]

Sideswipe | Transformers RiD

[redshitlord]

03
[This is all very, very confusing. There hasn't been any time for him to think about it, however. One moment he was getting hustled around by soldier-looking guys, and the next...]

[Next he's dumped into some weird human city where half the people look happy to see him, and the other half... don't. He's not sure what he's supposed to be doing here. He's been too mesmerized by all that's happened to pay much attention to this stuff.]

[It's weird, being so small. He's a little stunned, and standing awestruck on a streetcorner. Granted, that doesn't exactly make him inconspicuous. He's a fairly tall young man, all limbs and wild red hair.]

... Whoa.

[Well. What a weird ass introduction.]

[paintjobs]

[ He's a little stunned and also a little in someone's way. Knock Out has a latte in one hand, so there's no way he feels like doing any sort of dodging or side stepping on this decently crowded sidewalk, so of course he assumes Sideswipe will have the decency to come to his senses and step out of the way before this imminent collision.

Well, that or there's going to be latte all over at least two people here in a second. ]

Davros | Doctor Who

[creator_of_the_daleks]

[05]

[Large crowds gather in Nonah to witness a strange and macabre new ImPort moves though their streets, taking in the scenery of his new home. Seated in some kind of futuristic chair that glids along the ground without wheels of an kind, is the gaunt figure of what appears to be a man dressed all in black, with only one arm ending in a silver metallic hand. And the face!

The blacked lips, The sagging brown skin filled with deep scarlines, The dark sunken pools where eyes had once been replaced by the glowing blue light of the elctronic eye in the middle of the forehead. It was to those who saw the visagem like the mummified corpse of someone who was horribly burned a thousand years ago, who should be dead yet was still kept alive by the technology wired to him.

The voice that comes from the man is soft, intelligent and contemplative yet is filled with a harsh electronically distorted staccato that unnerves.]

So this is Earth. I have see it from afar many times, yet never walked upon it until now. and to be on it in a parallel universe at that. Yes, there is much I can do here....

[He turns and addresses the assembled spectators gazing at him in both fascination and fear.]

People of this fine nation of America, do not be alarmed by my appearance. My name is Davros, head of the Kaled Scientific Elite on the planet Skaro and it is my greatest desire to help all of you. I understand you are under attack from enemies both here and abroad. I belive I may have the answer to all your problems...

[hands4healing]

[Winry hears 'scientific elite' and perks up her ears. And this man's wheelchair! It seems like it's floating.]

Excuse me, sir?

[She bobs her head politely.]

Could you explain more about your science? What you studied?

Satya Wallace | oWoD OC

[instars]

02;

[She's a sharply dressed girl - she looks like a model in that regard, skinny and sharp around the edges, her shoes impossibly tall. She carries herself with an attractive sort of confidence; but there is something about the way she moves that is off, like maybe her legs aren't quite attached to her body. It's not easy to pinpoint, it's definitely not something to internalize, and it's something that is easily dismissed when she smiles, faintly, like she knows the punchline to a joke everyone else missed.

She has a map in hand, and it's a recent imPort sort of thing, and someone is looking at her like she has two heads. She hears the comment, and speaks aloud, to the person next to her-]

What has there been an outbreak of?

[Her accent is distinctive, almost South African but not quite, the stubborn accent of someone who refused to lose it in school.]

03;

[The cars here are interesting because they fly, and she's wanted to look at one the entire time, but this is the first opportunity.

She's managed to get herself into the belly of the beast - that is, to look at the engine - but the real question is who does this car belong to? Locals walk by like it belongs to her, and she's not dressed at all like a mechanic.]

2!

[brushoff]

What hasn't there been an outbreak of? [ Dorian lazily responds, with a frown. ] There was the thing that quarantined the city a while back, the Flare, I think? Anyway, then there was the lightning and recently there was the fear gas.

[ He says that so nonchalantly, like most people talk about the weather. ] Really, if the city wanted to put together a case to sue the imPorts, it wouldn't be that hard.

Clara Oswald | Doctor Who

[justimprobable]

[04. maurtia falls]

[For an imPort, Clara looks unusually in control of her new situation. Maybe it's because she's a seasoned traveler - or maybe it's because this is the third time she's been teleported to a strange new place in the past twenty-four hours. This is nothing. She's barely breaking a sweat.

But it's starting to get worrying. Because her vortex manipulator is still busted, and there's no way this is the correct version of Earth, and she's not hearing the whooshing sound of a certain blue box appearing anywhere nearby. She's got to deal with this one on her own, and to start with - ]

"Loyal to the cause..."

[She pauses on the sidewalk to look through the newspaper, scanning the headlines with growing disconcertion.]

What, are we in the Cold War again?

[Because she's not getting on any submarines this time.]

[00. a café in any city]

[After a few hours of trying unsuccessfully to get out of this place, Clara has to stop for a to-go cup of weak coffee. She wonders vaguely what would happen if she just got on a plane and went back to London. Would there be another her here? Does this universe have its own Doctor? She has a million questions, but all she can do right now is keep flipping through newspapers to see if she can answer the most pertinent ones.

She turns a page, and raises her eyebrows.]

Fear gas? Is this just what America's like?

[Sorry cafégoers, she hasn't slept in about two days and is running on adrenaline. She's a little chatty.]

:D

[helpline]

[ Coffee. He's stuck in a different world, without his TARDIS, without his sonic screwdriver, at the whims of a stupid government who doesn't know how to run their stupid machine, so what's the bare minimum of things the Doctor can do in this situation? Go to a cafe, get coffee. At least then he'll have something to drink while thinking about what to do. So, the Doctor's gotten his coffee, and is looking for a place to sit, when he spots a familiar head of brown hair.

Clara. That's Clara. There's a brief flash of worry—what if it's not his Clara? Impossible girl, after all, fractured through space and time. But the Doctor pushes that thought aside because it's Clara, of course he's going up to her, of course he's going to stick like glue to her no matter which Clara this is because again, it's Clara. ]

It seems we missed the party, [ the Doctor nonchalantly responds, as if he's just having a casual conversation, as he slides into the seat in front of Clara. However, the big grin on his face belies his true feelings. Oh how he's so happy to see her. ] For a certain definition of 'party,' that is.