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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. The city of Heropa is what one might expect from a small, bright and cheery place, where locals are friendly enough and local shop owners might offer a free drink to welcome you to their fair city. 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. An upset voice wonders aloud: "More of them, when we already know they can't protect us? That's just painting a bigger target on the city's back!" However, they're quickly hushed with a judgmental: "They helped save the cities, and it's the Soviets you should be angry with anyway! The imPorts are here to protect us!"

02. 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. Many people are out and about taking care of their regular business, 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 spies. "How can we trust any of them now?"

03. Maurtia Falls, Pennsylvania, is not as friendly and its citizens tend to 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 mutter under their breaths resentfully about "vigilantes". However, not all locals turn the other way seeing imPorts; some of them will offer a polite enough smile and thank them for their help in overthrowing the trespassers. They don't stop to clarify what they mean, though.

04. Nonah, North Carolina, is the liveliest of all cities; 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. Advertisements are abound for imPorts to make appearances at various, televised celebrations, luring them in with promises of free food, merchandise, and payment.

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🐾 01 HEROPA AS CHAT NOIR.
[He's only just arrived but that doesn't stop Adrien from slipping right into the comfortable skin of Chat Noir and strolling about Heropa. It takes him a moment to get used to the fact that people aren't flocking to him to heap praises on him for saving the day along side Ladybug. People are curious enough, but it's not like back home.

Some of the whispers are the hard to ignore. He actually starts to wonder if he should have stayed Adrien while scoping out the new city. However, that's a notion he quickly shoves away. He is Chat Noir and people will have to get used to that.

After a moment of thought he finds an open enough space to start doing acrobatics with the use of his staff. He might not have any crimes to stop, at the moment, but at least he can entertain folks. Some may seem him as acting a fool but he's enjoying himself.]

🐾 01 HEROPA AS ADRIEN AGRESTE.
[Having seen how the city takes to Chat Noir he decides to go incognito. And, boy, is he ever invisible as Adrien. Back home he's something of a celebrity so going completely unrecognized by people is strange, to say the least. And, perhaps, a tad bit refreshing. It's almost peaceful, until Plagg decides to complain about being hungry causing Adrien to stop and open up his outer shirt enough to hiss at the Kwami.]

Can't you keep quiet? You'll be fed soon enough.

🐾 04 NONAH AS CHAT NOIR.
[Now this is more like it! Everywhere he goes people shower attention on him. It's actually a bit more than he expected to find in this world, given he's new and hasn't yet made a name for himself. But the costume has them coming to him in droves. Naturally he can't stop himself from flirting with any cute girl, or just about anyone around his age, that speaks to him.

But as more people arrive and job offers start coming his way his realizes it's a bit too much.]

Actually, yes, I used to do some modeling back home but, ah... [He starts only to be cut off by someone else with some other offer. He looks to be a bit overwhelmed and lets out a little laugh before using his staff to propel himself up to a nearby rooftop.

At least there he can find some peace, a moment to breath.]

Geez. It's not this crazy back home. [He rubs the back of his head as he glances back down toward the disappointed crowd.]

🐾 WILDCARD.
[Anywhere, anytime, as Adrien or Chat Noir.]

A: Heropa

[It's kind of weird walking around in her actual skin. Well, usual skin. M'gann doesn't think the city is quite ready for the sight of an actual Martian wandering the streets. But for the most part, everyone's been very nice and welcoming. The worried looks and whispers though... they bother her. Is this what it's like to be Batman?

Or maybe it's just what it's like to be Uncle J'onn. Did someone just say she might be a Russian spy??]

I promise I'm not here to invade or anything! Just... just shopping!

[M'gann decides not to mention that if she were a spy for the Soviets, they wouldn't see her coming.]

B: De Chima

[M'gann is the master of the selfie. Shifting her arms to be longer so everyone can be in the shot is a breeze, and the kids seem to like it. With their parents' permission she even gently juggles them through the air with her telekinesis. They especially seem to like when she mimicks their faces and those of some imPorts she's seen on random merchandise.

Probably not the best way to lie low.]

C: Nonah

[Nonah is... overwhelming. M'gann isn't used to being recognised like this, never mind all the crazy offers. At first she tries to be polite, gently declining the more outrageous suggestions but some civilians are especially persistent. Eventually, she resorts to running away, turning invisible and flying into the nearest secluded alley.]

Note to self: only come here as Megan Morse.

Edited 2016-03-26 21:43 (UTC)

1. Heropa
[Well, at least she's in Florida; that's one familiar thing, and familiarity isn't something Elena would expect to find when yanked into another world. (Not that that's ever happened before, but thinking hypothetically.) It seems crazy, but is it really any crazier than discovering the truth about El Dorado and Shambhala?

Yeah actually. But she can deal with that.]

Excuse me. [Once a reporter, always a reporter; rather than silently explore or wait to be approached by the locals, Elena goes up to whoever looks like they might have a story.] This city's heroes, the imPorts—you know more about what's going on here, right? Would you mind sitting down with me to answer a few questions?

Nonah
[Elena is blonde, pretty, and distracted by everything going on around her in this bustling burg. That makes her an easy mark for the pickpocket...or so he thinks, because as soon as he's slipped the wallet from her pocket, she's spinning in place to face him.]

HEY!

[Oh shit. The thief might have some experience with this, but he's also a skinny teenager; he takes off running, but Elena is sprinting after him, and a block and a half later they're both on the ground after she's tackled him. Quickly, she snatches her wallet back.]

Get a real job and stop picking on newcomers, kid. Geez... [She gets up and brushes herself off.] Guess they weren't kidding about the super strength.

[She's caught the notice of the crowd, though, which catches her unusually off guard for someone who's job it is to get up in front of people and talk.]

What?

( 1 ) Heropa
[ This land - the Land of Florida - is terrible. It's warm, and it's crowded, and it's humid, and it's warm, and it's loud, and it's warm, and from a little past mid-morning, Six was already doomed. He'd told himself that exploring was his best and only option until he knew more, as long as he didn't draw too much attention to himself. That meant keeping his face hidden, keeping to the back streets, and leaving his chocobo behind at the house (to the woe of the house).

It also meant that at a little past 2 PM, he's swimming in his own sweat because stubbornness outweighs common sense. He might've just given up the ghost and found himself a cool place and something to drink, but that presents a whole new problem: where? And with what?

At a little past 3 PM, anyone happening by might find a masked man(?) with his head down on a table outside of a small, closed (Hours: 8 AM - 2 PM) coffeeshop. He may have, in fact, passed out, or is coming very close to it. ]

( 2 ) De Chima
[ This is better.

Well, it's not worse.

And, as far as Six can tell, there's nobody watching - which is odd, considering the amount of children here. The building itself is striking, all chrome and blinking colors, gaily outlining a word he doesn't recognize: ARCADE. He'd stopped, intrigued, only to start to attract, one by one, Hyur (or "human", he'd been corrected, more than once) children of every age. He doesn't understand half of what they're talking about - "Great costume, man!" "Are you a mutant?" "Are you an alien?" "Did you fight the Soviets?" - but other than one small girl that keeps insisting on grabbing his tail, it's not so bad.

So there he will be, a man (???) standing amidst a gaggle of kids and teenagers outside an arcade, posing when asked but having zero clue what they're doing with those little shiny squares of theirs, because what is a selfie, exactly? ]

( 3 ) Heropa: Bonus!
[ There's no man in black to be found.

Instead, minding its own business, is a bird. A big gray bird with a saddle and a bridle, with said bridle currently tethered to a tree. The bird is close enough to one of the complimentary trashcans that it can, and is, sticking it's head down into the bin to rifle through its contents. ]

Heropa:

[Okay, so this whole hero thing in theory isn't. All that different from being in the military, and Yuu is often running headfirst into situations when he sees someone in trouble anyway. But that still doesn't mean he's exactly thrilled about this situation. Free drinks or otherwise. Which he might be sipping on as he wanders around, exploring and trying to take this place in, keeping an eye out for any potential familiar faces.]

The Soviets? Just what is going on, anyway?

[This seems. A lot more complicated than back home. Where it was just humans versus the vampires, on the whole. This seems like a much larger scale issue, war between countries. Sure, fighting to defend others and stop the 'other side' isn't foreign to him at all, but at the same time, this still has him wary. Distracted. Sorry if he accidentally bumps into you and that drink of his spills?]

De Chima:

Wait, spies? H-hey! I'm not....

[A spy. Certainly not for Russia. He's never even been outside of Japan, outside of the orphanage, with the vampires, or at the military base/school. But of course, he's a stranger. These people have no real reason to believe him, do they? Aside from the obvious of his distinctly not-Russian uniform, his Japanese. But it seems just like back home, these people, these Americans are just going to use him as well, if it means they get rid of these spies and he can help stop this war with the Soviets.]

Nonah:

[Okay, so Yuu really. Isn't used to all this attention, as people crowd around him in his obvious uniform, proclaiming him to stand out as an imPort rather easily. He's actually getting a little frustrated at having any sort of progress exploring and figuring this place out being halted with the crowds.]

Ah, no....no thanks. I was never that into school myself anyway. Look, I just want to....oi, watch it, waving that pamphlet in my face!

Wildcard:

[Basically, the 'free for all' option. If you want him somewhere I haven't put a prompt up for or whatever. Go for it.]

01

[It's not an uncommon thing, in dreams, for the setting to change wildly from one moment to the next, so suddenly finding herself in the Porter lab wasn't as distressing for Paprika as it is for most people. What's weird, though, is that she was pretty sure she wasn't asleep, and there was only one time she could name when she'd been awake and looked like this. Something felt off, somehow, something wasn't right about all this. Something was missing.

Despite that, though, she's finding that she's... not too worried. What's rising to the forefront of her mind is that she's never been to Florida before, much less the Florida of another dimension, and there are flying cars, and everything is just so different and new. Who could blame her for being a little excited? ~~Well, Atsuko could, but...~~

She happily takes the offered ride into Heropa, and gets straight to exploring. But she's hardly oblivious to the tension in the air. At one point, she gets to overhear most of a somewhat heated argument about imPorts, between two people who have no idea there's one standing right next to them. ("... but after everything that's happened 'cause of them, we shouldn't be letting them live this close to us, at least." "Well, like, what do you want 'em to do? Round 'em up into camps? I mean, who'd even be able to?" "That's not what I'm saying...")

Hm. You know what, maybe she should find out what she's actually gotten herself into here. Asking about recent events will totally blow her cover, though, because how would you not know, right? She ought to find a like-minded individual, instead. Another imPort? Yeah, let's find another imPort. So, if you look out of place, she'll just sidle up to you wherever to say hi.]

'Scuse me - do you live around here?

04

[Weeeell not sure how she blew her cover here, but the cover, it is blown. And suddenly, a wealth of opportunities is not so much laid at her feet as shoved in her face.]

Oh! Well, I'm flattered, but y'know, I just got here...

[She tries politely refusing at first, but it just keeps happening, so she tries to change the subject and slip away, but she can't... Unnoticed by most, her reflection in a nearby store window (independent of what she's actually doing) starts making desperate "HELP ME" gestures at anybody who looks like they're thinkin' about it.]

02. De Chima.
[There's no escape from this crowd of people, is there? Everyone's excited to meet the new imPort... whatever that is. Her, appaarently. It's fine, mostly. She's handled more people than this selling flowers, but they don't care about lillies. They're asking about her abilities. And that's less fine. How do they even know about her powers? About what she is? But they're too busy asking her questions to answer her own.

If you look carefully, you can see Aerith's looking a bit overwhemed now. She just needs a way to get away from here, politely, without making a scene. If only she'd drawn these kind of crowds for her flowers...]

04. Nonah.

[Now, this. This is more Aerith's thing. This is her element. Big cities offer a certain degree of anonymity, and it's something she's relied on her entire life. If Aerith doesn't want to be followed, she won't be. It's a skill she's honed for years. And, no, she doesn't want to be followed.

This is all unsettling. Back home, at best, her powers made her a freak. At worst, they were something to be used by other people, whether she wanted that or not. At worst, she was pursued for her whole life because of them. But here... they were desired? Celebrated? It's not something she could have ever imagined.

This is all how she ended up here, in a back alley, catching her breath in the shadows. She'll be fine. She just needs a minute to think.]

[ 03 - Day - Civvies ]

[ Steph is comfortable in a town where vigilantes aren't welcome. She listens with interest to the talk of passers by on the local state of affairs - she has a lot of catching up to do. The cafe seems like the best possible place to do that.

From her seat in the corner she reads a newspaper and subtly reads the lips of those customers she can. Most of them are pretty boring, but while she's here she can load up on caffeine for a fun night of running from cops and not being mobbed by 'fans'. She can also make up a way more interesting conversation for that awkward blind date happening two tables away. ]

[ 04 - Night - Batgirl ]

[ It was the first time she had ever drawn a crowd taking down a mugger. Steph had to wonder if she was being punked, especially after the man she saved from being his head bashed in started cheering the moment she appeared. Now the two perps were unconscious and somehow five people had emerged from the darkness to watch. They pelted her with questions - and offers, and suggestions, and advertisements. It was bizarre. ]

Yeah, um, I'm not really-- Where did you guys even come from? It's 2 in the morning. Don't you ever sleep?

[ Naturally that prompts someone to ask if she sleeps, and if so, where? ]

Not really... I'm not-- look, what about me wearing a mask makes you think I'm going to tell you where I live?

01.

[ There's nothing particularly suspect looking about Yeong. He looks like a kid that happens to bleach his hair and has a tendency towards wearing oversized hoodies drawn halfway down his face. That's not that weird. Maybe it's just a fashion statement? Maybe it has nothing at all to do with the fact that this particularly item of clothing happens to be tied to his power set, and keeps him from bleeding from every one of his pores the minute he's exposed to direct sunlight, until he's nothing more than a smoldering pile of goo on the ground.

Not the way he wants to go out.

He's not exactly looking to lose his life in some other worldly war he never agreed to anyway, but he read his files carefully, he's listening to all the local chatter, and he's picked up enough to play a part.

So when he overhears some local woman making disparaging comments about the imPorts, Yeong waits until she's huffed her way out of earshot before turning his attention to whoever happens to be standing next to him, assuming they heard that remark as well. ]

Woooow. You know, I come from out west and I've never heard any comments like that. Are all people on the east coast like that?

[ Shaking his head in mock disappointment. ]

04

[ It's night now, which is great because it means he can walk around without looking like an Assassin's Creed impersonator.

Yeong still doesn't stand out enough to get offered any number of gifts for his imPort status. His flirting? That's another matter. He's chatting up everyone that will stand there for longer than five seconds without turning away in irritation or disgust. At least, anyone that has something they could give him, whether it's food, merchandise or money.

Doesn't matter if they're a local or an important, if you're holding something he'll be more than happy to chat you up too. Might even slide an arm over a shoulder and lean down so his face is only about a foot away. ]

Cute.

[ You? Him? The thing you have that he wants? What's cute? ]

02. DE CHIMA

[The pace and excitement of the big city is an entirely new thing for Regina, but she's not in the mood to enjoy it. No, Regina Mills is pissed. Being brought into some strange new place against her will is not her idea of fun.

(who would've thought hmmm Regina -- she doesn't dwell on that.)

It's bright and blaring, and then a wide-eyed child walks up to her, walks right up to her and asks for an autograph.

An autograph.

Were she in a better mood, Regina might enjoy the ego stroking aspect of it, but right now she just gives the little girl a disdainful glare.]

Do you have a problem? I'm walking here.

3. MAURTIA FALLS

[She supposes she can't ask for much. The people in this town avoid her, they make no secret of it, their whispers just a touch too loud, as if they mean for her to her them; but at least she isn't being outright persecuted. Not yet, anyway. Regina knows something about herd mentality, knows the citizens of Maurtia Falls could turn on her anytime.

And she's not going to give them much reason not to. She hates the new inscription on her writs, reading Registered Hero. It feels wrong, and she could swear the not-tattoo itches. Thus she worries at it constantly while aiming glares all around her.

Until it becomes too much and she snaps at a passerby.]

What? Look, I didn't choose this!

01. HEROPA
[fresh off the boat (or the Porter, in this case), Sam hasn't even had time to change out of the black suit he wore to his brother's funeral. He looks tired and obviously out of place in sunny, cheerful Florida, a file tucked against his side and (if you're really observant) a gun tucked in his slacks; his only possession in the brave, new world he's found himself in.

But then Sam is used to traveling light.

If you look friendly or knowledgeable (or honestly just in range), you're about to have your day interrupted by a Southern shapeshifter.]

Hey, sorry, I don't mean to bother you, but I'm havin' a hell of a day and couldn't find myself more lost if I tried. Any chance you'd know a place in walkin' distance with whiskey? I'mma be honest with you, cheaper's better in this case.

02. DE CHIMA
[it's not Sam the locals notice first today. Whoever you are, wherever you are, two native men have made their disdain for you (and the imPort community at large) known with a rude shove past and a sneered:
"For you imPorts being commie sympathizers, you'd think you'd all know how to share a walkway better."

Sam waits until the pair move off a bit before sidling up alongside you, an auburn-haired thirty-something with his hands in the pockets of his jeans. When he speaks, it's in a bewildered Southern accent.]

Well hell. S'been some time since I've actually heard someone use "commie" as an insult and actually mean it. The locals always this nice to folks dragged here against their wills?

00. ALL CITIES
[for a stray without a collar, the dog trotting up to you sure looks taken care of. Well fed, clean coat - an English Shepherd worthy of a dog show if given a good brushing. Friendly too, considering the way he sits pretty, panting lightly and tail wagging. It's pretty obvious he's hoping for a good pet behind the ears (or a piece of whatever you might be eating).]

??. WILDCARD
((idk anything everything let's do it))

03. Maurtia Falls

[Lexa is more than willing to be ignored, or at least avoided with feigned ignorance, as she walks the streets of this strange, new city. She keeps her pace slow and casual, arms crossed behind her back and head held high to keep from reacting with too obvious surprise at the sights and sounds around her. So much here is different from her home, and yet oddly familiar at times.

Is this what Polis once looked like, generations ago? Could it again someday?

Shaking her head slightly, Lexa puts that train of thought aside and returns to her silent observation of this new land and its inhabitants. For instance, the two men shouting obscenities at each other and honking the horns of their vehicles repeatedly. How odd.]

02. De Chima

[Well! Lexa THOUGHT she was doing a pretty good job of disappearing into the crowd now that her clothes have been exchanged for something a bit more fitting to this place, but apparently that is not the case, given the young girl currently asking her for a "selfie."

Whatever that is.]

...I'm afraid not. I don't believe I have any.

[Lexa continues standing still and tall, her only reaction a raised eyebrow and slight smile when the girl laughs in response and calls her silly.]

Mockery is not the product of a strong mind, you know.

03. Maurtia Falls
[ Well, fine. Kuwabara doesn't want to talk to these guys, either. It's bad enough getting tugged from an actually perfectly normal day and dragged across who-knows-where, but everybody's gotta be a crabby asshole about it to? He's not the best at observation, but he knows disdain when he feels it, and this place makes his skin crawl with it.

So he just grumbles back, low and largely to himself, shoulders hunched with his hands shoved in his jean pockets. Even the friendlier faces seem hesitant, and it's hard to spare even these people a friendly glance with some much negativity in the air.

He's not the only transplant milling about, though. That's easy enough to tell, too. If he's got any chance at answers or socialization, he's got to count on those guys. Too bad his opening line isn't full of his usual vigor, not that earning a poor reputation has ever hurt him too badly. ] Geez. Ain't exactly Sunshine Island, is it? America looks way better in movies.

04. Nonah, North Carolina
[ Kuwabara is being bombarded, and he has mixed feelings about it. On the one hand, yeah. Duh. He's great! He knows that! He's a model citizen with superpowers, has been for years, even though his world tends to be less all-knowing about that. He gets that part. He definitely should be in TV commercials and giving pep talks and stuff like that. Hell, if he could figure out gigs like this back home, getting into University wouldn't seem like such a daunting task! His sister probably wouldn't mind a bit if he became some kinda entertainment personality!

On the other hand... It's overwhelming. After another half-hour slogging his way through so many strangers wanting to talk to him, he's not really interesting in meeting anybody else, collecting their cards, shaking their hands, or standing for photos. He's done. Out. He just wants to be anywhere else. He just wants to sit down and figure this whole thing out.

Except they don't make getting out easy. Trying to excuse himself turns into him slowly getting less polite about it, and he's eventually got to physically weave and push his way through people. ] Hey, lemme --sorry-- Lemme through! I just wanna --s'cuse me-- I gotta go! Back off!

ARRIVAL - ESCORT NEEDED

[Award for Absolute Worst Porter Timing goes to Army Col. Roy Mustang of Amestris, transdimensionally yanked from the hospital in Central before: (1) Being discharged from the hospital (2) His promotion to Brigadier General could go through (3) He could see Jean Havoc stand again with his own eyes (4) His damn eyes could get fixed, all of this leading to Roy Mustang, still dressed in hospital scrubs, utterly blind.

Even blind it hadn't taken Roy long to figure out that Fullmetal had been somehow transported along with him, since of course Edward had immedaitly lost his temper. Not that Roy could blame him, but he had the self control to shelve his own anger to deal with practical considerations first. Blind, he was useless, which he felt acutely as Edward was sedated.

The only thing he could do at that point was insist very firmly that he would be taking charge of his subordinate's unconscious body. No he would not allow Edward to be transported somewhere to 'sleep it off'. He slung the teengaer's unconscious body over his shoulder, grimacing at the weight in combination with his own lingering injuries. he was also fairly sure Edward was drooling. But it didn't matter; Edward had always been his responsibility.

Under-dressed and blind, Roy could still muster the air of an officer, so a couple of grim-faced commands later he at least gets a pair of ill-fitting boots, a jacket, a lighter, and a pack of cigarettes.

And most importantly--the promise of an ImPort escort. One of the newly-arrived ImPorts, a future roommate, an established ImPort just happening to pass by, or maybe someone even called someone trustworthy or just nearby enough. Either way when you, the escort, arrive on scene you'll encounter a nervous Lieutenant who will introduce you to Colonel Roy Mustang--a somewhat short but solidly built man standing with an easy, confident military preciseness, whose blind eyes seem eerily focused in your direction.

... He also has an limp, blond teenager slung over his shoulder but don't worry about that.]

((OOC: This has been cleared with the Ed on reserve! Who will not be tagging 'til later. Right now he's just for dramatic effect.))

ANY CITY, RESIDENTIAL DISTRICT - A LOST, BLIND ALCHEMIST WALKS INTO A TREE

[So Roy had spent promptly one full day in his new residence, mostly to make sure Edward woke up without any issues and to make sure Fullmetal didn't immedaitly rush out and start trouble again. But even that small amount of time drove him nearly crazy; there was a frantic lack of intel to be compensated for, and... Well. If he was going to be blind for the foreseeable (hah!) future, he was going to have to get used to it.

He had at least told Fullmetal to come find him if he wasn't back in a few hours, but Roy left the house alone. It was disorienting enough to be in a new city when he knew Central like the back of his hand. Trying to lean on his other senses to guide him was extremely difficult, even if he had the one advantage of being highly attuned to disturbances in the air currents. Going into the city proper would, Roy surmised, being incredibly stupid, so he stuck to the residential area where the ImPorts were housed, just focusing on keeping track of where he was, how to get back, how to walk without seeing.

He does a reasonably good job, so much that after a while his mind starts to wander... to Amestris, to this new world. So much work to be done back home and he felt so much futile anger at being pulled away, even knowing that the work left to be done was in the best possible hands...

Damn. Damn, damn, damn. He didn't have time for this world. He had a promotion and a life's work ahead of him back home. After almost a decade of biding his time he had been so close.

And around the time his thoughts had circled back to that particular train of through for the third time is when Roy finally walks into a tree. He stumbles back, swearing, holding a hand to his face half to rub away the sting, half to pinch the bridge of his nose out of pure frustration.

To anyone who comes across him, well... He looks rough. Outside of having just walked dead into a tree, he's wearing ill-fitting boots, an ill-fitting jacket over his hospital clothes, and while the jacket covers most of his injuries, both of his hands appear to be bandaged.

Once he's done rubbing his face, his head clears enough for him to realize he lost track of where he was. And he swears again.]

Damn it.

Edited 2016-03-27 01:33 (UTC)

[So, like . . . working in the government, working in a division that actively seeks out forbidden information, you kind of always lowkey suspect you'll be silenced one day. Whether it be through government agents or rogue factions or maybe even aliens, come to shut you up once and for all, you know you're swimming through dangerous waters while you hunt through the truth. And that's all right; he'd rather find out the truth and be killed than simply sit in safe ignorance.

But this . . . this is not what he'd expected. You don't expect to wake up in a secret government building and then get released into Florida, and you certainly don't expect to have superpowers. But he was, and does, and now Fox Mulder is walking around in fucking Florida, and the world has stopped making sense.

It makes even less sense as he sees a robbery-- or, well, no, that's not right. An attempted robbery, except someone in a mask stops it, and suddenly Mulder is racing forward.]

Hey! Hey, hang on, wait!

[He's going to talk to every superhero he can, thank you.]

♚ HEROPA: SKY HIGH ♚ Welcome and welcome again!

[A happy smile and a wave would go a long way in the ways of friendliness and cordiality, if one was in the midst of Sternbild, who treated Sky High as their beloved King of Heroes even long after he was de-throned. He might have enjoyed that luster a little longer, if he wasn't completely displaced. Instead however, the attitude of the locals seem mixed. Some greet him affably, and some turn their noses up at him. Although he's definitely confused as to the reason, the Wind Wizard cannot help but find himself agreeing to the drink they offered despite him wearing a helmet and thus being one of the few HEROES unable to indulge without compromising his identity. It appears he's thus just sitting there at the bar, full drink in front of him, while the bartender and those around him appear to be quite taken with his costume. It's not as though he sticks out that badly, does he? Sky High's shoulders hunch, and he sits quietly to himself for a time, wondering perhaps if he'd get a call from Agnes or his sponsor to find out where he was.

The peculiar thing was...His wristband communicator didn't appear to be working. Was the signal jammed or was it just that he couldn't receive signal out here? Sternbild was no doubt quite far from Florida, after all.]

My, some of the people here are so friendly! I wonder why that is, yes I do truly wonder...

[He said, almost as if to himself. But anyone aside from Sky High might be able to clearly see how divided the people were, and how a good number of them even shunned the man at first sight. His questions when he'd been out on the street were all but waved away, after all. What if he was just another guy in a suit, pretending to be a do-gooder, after all? Weren't some of these ImPorts just another problem to add to the roster of the city?]

♚ HEROPA: KEITH GOODMAN ♚ Have you seen my John?

John! Wait, John!

[A golden retriever maybe a good 55-60 pounds bounding down the sidewalk along the main street was probably a handful for anyone, let alone a lone man who appeared to have somehow released his leash. Of course, what did one expect when one minute you were jogging outside in the dark, and the next you were suddenly in the middle of broad daylight in an altogether strange city with no passing idea of where you might be? Even a golden retriever with as calm a temperament as John might panic, when all the sights and smells one knew dissipated in an instant!

And with the sun beating down overhead, it was making the blonde man squint against the brightness of it, and thus unable to see exactly where his panicked dog might have wandered off to! There were too many people, and before long he lost track of his loyal pup, the distant barks fading until Keith was left out of breath, hands on his knees and kneeling over as he panted. The jog from before had already winded him, now it was lending to even more labored breathing with the heat in the air.

Sprinting down the street proved ineffectual, and before long, the fact that he was in some kind of strange city that was definitely not Sternbild almost seemed inconsequential compared to the fact that his companion had run off from him. Which was why, no matter if the local people snubbed their noses at him, or if they openly greeted him, he'd bring out his phone to offer a picture of his cohort, his John. If anything he appeared somehow relatively jovial and smiled even despite the worrisome situation. Perhaps in reality he was one big golden retriever himself.]

Ah! I'm sorry to bother you, but have you seen my John? He's a Golden Retriever...About this tall. He's a big boy, and it appears he's gotten lost! He has a collar. If you see him, would you please let me know! Thank you, and thank you again!

♚ NONAH: SKY HIGH ♚ Heros sometimes need to be rescued

[Although one might consider this to be a matter of course or standard initiation of new arrivals, to have all the attention of the masses locked up on the ImPorts they'd placed their hopes on, it was unfortunately not something Sky High needed or wanted at this moment. He'd been trying to break away in order to fly the length of the city, perhaps to gain some manner of familiarity with it, but unfortunately the interest of the citizens and salespersons alike seemed to have managed to put him into a bit of a tight spot. Being as the HERO was quite polite on his own however, his demeanor appeared to be the kind that advertisers and salespeople were most prone to taking advantage of.]

A-ah yes, thank you and thank you again! You're too kind, much too kind, really!

[The Hero was, of course, accustomed to fans, but not in this capacity. Not in the sense that no matter where he appeared to turn, he was being pressed in by the crowd offering him all sorts of things, things he'd never even dreamed he'd ever want or need as a HERO. He had to wonder if somehow he'd manage to get tangled in with a NEXT's teleportation power by accident, and now, stuck as he was, cornered in the street with his visor and draped in his full HERO attire complete with his coat and gold-fringed epaulettes and jetpack, if this was just another city used to dealing with the Heroes in the same way that Sternbild did. If anything, Poseidon wouldn't be happy with him if he were to take up another job or a televised interview without their permission, which was why he was doing his best to refuse them as he could. Unfortunately, it doesn't appear they were getting the message. Maybe someone might come to this lost Hero's rescue?]

♚ WILDCARD ♚:

[Whatever you prefer, in any location you prefer. Keith Goodman or Sky High!]

Edited (repeating words aren't typoes when you're Keith Goodman shhh ignore them) 2016-03-27 03:33 (UTC)

[2: De Chima]
[That. Is a giant robot. A giant robot who looks... oddly like an unholy hybrid of Transformer, Pirate, and Shark. One who looks... incredibly confused, on top of all of that.]

[He's trying his best to read over his paperwork, but to no avail. It's just too small.]

[Eventually, he swears something probably scathing, and looks down to the nearest person.]

Oi! Can you read this?

[3: Maurita Falls]
[So, since the Powers That Be generally need their ImPorts functional in normal-sized society, the one and only Captain Shark has been gifted with the ability of becoming human, himself. He's still dressed like a pirate, though. Still with the eyepatch. Still tall and broad.]

[Oh, and still possessing a wickedly glowing green eye.]

[He just so happens to be standing outside an electronics store, ignoring the whispers of passersby. There's a movie currently playing on the store's huge window display of televisions. Sea Thieves Of The Tropical Ocean Region.]

[The Captain is apparently very, very engrossed in this movie. Will you disturb him?]

[CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE]
[Hit up Shark in any of the cities, really. He'll be doing about the same thing, posing dramatically as a giant robot, or attempting to function as a human being.]

ARRIVAL

[Edward has had a rough day. Between what are effectively zombie hordes, allies going on near-psychotic murderous revenge benders, and abominations trying to bring about a country-wide apocalypse, he could really use a break. Unfortunately, he's found himself yanked into another dimension instead—and he hadn't even had a chance to stop the aforementioned apocalypse-happy abomination!

To say he made a scene after arriving here would be putting it lightly. Other newly arrived imPorts may have heard the commotion he caused—enraged screaming, crashing furniture, possibly a broken door (or face). It wouldn't have lasted long before power nullification hit, of course. Not that power nullification does much against someone who is also a skilled fighter.

But that's what sedatives are for. So when Ed first makes his appearance, it's draped over the shoulder of one Roy Mustang; useless dead weight. Eventually though he will begin to stir, groggy and still caught up in confused anger even if he can't quite remember what he's angry about at the moment.]

Th'hell am I . . . ?

Any City - Some Cafe

[Shockingly, Ed's mood has not improved at all even after getting an explanation from someone he actually trusts. If anything, it appears to be worse. He's only barely managing to be polite to the wait staff serving him—it's not their fault he's in this situation, but anyone else passing by only gets baleful glares. He's in no mood to play at being friendly today.]

What're you looking at?

[1-4, pick a city, any city]

[Ice Bear doesn't trust these people. They smell like lies and have taken him away from his brothers. Ice Bear is also... not a bear anymore. What's with that. He doesn't like that either. They said he can be a bear again, but he is not currently a bear. Gr. Arg. Ice Bear is unhappy.

And what's an unhappy not-bear to do? Obviously, wander the city until he finds a bakery then buy and eat ALL of their croissants. All of them. But they never have enough!

He clears out (and gets kicked out of) three bakeries before calling it quits. Croissants will not solve Ice Bears problems.

That's when he decides to go sulk in a park. And by sulk I mean sit on a bench looking stoney faced while contemplating life, the universe and everything. This won't solve Ice Bears problems either, but it costs less money. Humans need money, right?

Ice Bear is not enjoying being human so far.]

01. HEROPA
[ Stocking's unique colour scheme marks her rather visibly as an imPort, and as soon as she discovered that the shopkeepers around here are charitably-inclined to newly arriving "heroes", well, she's milking that for all it's worth. She's presently sitting at a cafe table, stacks of shopping bags surrounding her and a small mountain of confections on the table in front of her. ]

That's right, keep them coming! O Holy Mother, I bestow an angel blessing for you, and an angel blessing for you...

[ Hey, might as well spread some goodwill when it gets her premium goodies! ]

02. DE CHIMA
[ Stocking is soaking up her brand new fanbase with obvious glee. Normally it's Panty getting this kind of attention, even in Heaven, so this is nice! As a result, she's even less snarky than normal... until she overhears one of the unpleasant mutterings in her direction, and her attitude does a 180 and she fixes them with an ugly, vaguely murderous glare -- how dare they imply anything that might make these natives less adoring of her! ]

"What the fuck did you just say?!"

03. WILDCARD
[ Make your own! ]

Edited 2016-03-27 12:03 (UTC)

Any city that can have an in-universe equivalent of a Home Depot.

[ So a mechanic from the turn-of-last-century-ish walks in to a big box hardware store for the first time and it is blowing her gosh dang mind. She is all but running from aisle to aisle, touching every synthetic-fiber work glove, swooning at the parts selection, reading every instruction manual foolish enough to be accessible.

At the moment, she is cradling a top of the line mini-blowtorch reverently and longingly. ]

Some day, some day I'll be able to afford you. Just wait for me, OK? I swear I will never forget you as long as I live.

1. [ANY CITY, ANY TIME, THAT'S THE POWER OF THE FORCE]

[Leia is more agitated than she lets on as she walks the streets of what's apparently her new planet. They've rescued Han, they've got a lead on how to destroy the second Death Star—she's needed, damn it, and now is not the time to be abducted into a galaxy far, far away from everything she knows.

But here she is all the same, and apparently for all this planet's advanced kidnapping technology, it hasn't even mastered light speed travel, much less intergalactic messaging. Just once, she wishes she had Luke's skills. Maybe then she'd be able to find a way back.

No time for moping, though. She handled the loss of her home world, she can handle this. Chin up, shoulders strong, she approaches a nearby local who seems like they know their way around.]

Excuse me. Do you know where I could purchase a blaster?

2. [MAKE SOMETHING UP, I'LL RUN WITH IT]

one. outdoor cafe, de chima.

[ Ganseys typically like being the center of attention, but prefer it be the positive sort. Negative attention implies the need for a careful application of charm. Or, less often (but not unheard of), careful application of pen to checkbook.

Alternatively, when someone makes snide remarks about you in whispered tones that imply you, you of all people, might be some kind of spy (as if you'd risk it, you with your lifetime of photo ops with the family and, more recently, the endless litany of fundraising luncheons and campaign slogan brainstorming sessions), then the only acceptable recourse is raised-voice commentary on the severe lack of tact that motivates this kind of gossiping.

This is precisely what the eldest Gansey sibling is doing now, whilst nursing a cup of coffee and apparently addressing no one in particular. Or perhaps she's addressing you, dear stranger. ]

You'll always catch more flies with honey than vinegar.

two. about town, de chima.

[ Taking photos with adorable children, that's what Ganseys do best. It's closely tied with possessing smiles that can be mistaken for minor supernovas, talking at length regarding topics about which they know very little, saying very little regarding topics about which they're very well-educated, and in the case of 50% of Gansey children, piloting helicopters.

So, Helen is taking pictures with some children. She's used to this. Another of her special skills: smiling in a beautifully genuine and yet utterly distant way completely on command. Magic. She doesn't even need superpowers. Ha! (Honestly, this whole thing could be a very long hallucination from eating bad food, for all she knows.)

Really, she's not sure who thought she wanted them and she's still compiling a list of things that can potentially be accomplished with said superpowers, but! That doesn't mean she won't use them. That doesn't mean all those adorable kids won't leave the area with little sandwiches sans crust and cell phones full of pictures of a rather lovely young woman whose feet sometimes don't seem to be touching the ground. ]

Cucumber sandwich?

[ Doesn't mean she won't offer you one of her magical h'ordeuvres. ]

three. wildcard me.

[ Hit me with your best shot. ]

[It really doesn't matter where this is happening and who it is happening around. There are no choices here. From sea to shining sea it's all the same. Karamatsu is leaning against a wall, posed in his best cool guy who you should notice position. Every once in a while he will slowly lower his sunglasses to peer at a passerby only to shortly thereafter give a satisfied hm! noise and push them back up and return to his hands in the pocket pose.

When you make the mistake of meeting his eyes--something everyone else has worked very hard to avoid--he whips off his sunglasses and gives his best charming smile]

Hello, my little Karamatsu fan ♥

[Please pretend the above text sparkles for full painful obnoxious Karamatsu experience]

01

[Okay Soviets? That's something out of ancient history. Like...super old European stuff. The boogeyman of Western Politics. He guesses it makes sense, everything here is weirdly old, but he didn't think they were that far back. He's not really regretting ignoring and/or forgetting every history class he was ever forced to attend, but he does wish the internet that they can use through the comm device wasn't so janky and low tech. Guess he'd just have to do this the old fashioned way. He walks up to anybody not openly hostile looking and starts talking.]

Hey so what'd the "Soviets" even do? Build a death ray? Make everybody be farmers and wear red?

[From what he skimmed on wikipedia that's...probably what happened, right?]

04

[In a word, Kagari would describe this experience as 'overwhelming'. Sure, being brought to a new world was weird (and more than a bit confusing), getting superpowers was weird (and cool as hell), the way the government acted was weird (like SUPER archaic), but this? All these honest to god job offers. That was the strangest thing yet and Kagari is having a very hard time figuring out how to react.

At first he laughs. It's a joke right? Somebody offering to let him work with children as an educator. It's kind of in bad taste, there's no possible way he's qualified for that. But whatever, no point in getting mad over something so petty. But then the guy actually gives him contact information and details and Kagari blinks. That's taking this too far, and even he's not sure how this is still supposed to be funny. The guy is playing this so straight. He shakes his head, recovers, and brushes the guy off.]

Alright buddy, thanks, but I gotta get going.

[He leaves before the man responds.

But then it keeps happening. Multiple people. Multiple offers. So. Many. Jobs. There's no way the whole city is in on some kind of huge sick prank, so eventually he figures they must actually be real. They sincerely want him as an ad agent, or a public speaker, or who even knows what else. Free stuff was one thing, (that he'd gladly accept), but all this opportunity was very new to him. Eventually he sits on a bench, hands flicking through business cards absent mindedly, not really reading any of them.]

Heh...I guess this is how Akane-chan felt.

[Maybe he'd been a bit harsh on her.]

Edited 2016-03-28 00:21 (UTC)

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