HE TOLD ME SEVERAL TIMES THAT HE DIDN'T LIKE MY KIND

[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. 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, deeply masculine 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!"

"That's just what Ronald Chump says!" Exclaims a young woman. She raises her fist in anger at the imPort-hating individual. "We're not going to tolerate bigots here!"

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. Science and technology are the lifeblood of this city, so you're likely to come across a good many locals taking your picture with the newest of devices. Be forewarned: since FanPort happened, imPort fandom is at a new height. Don't be surprised if people start following you just to see if you'll do anything TMZ-worthy.

The trick is to stay calm, and don't wig out if someone asks what you think about imPort shipping.

03. Maurtia Falls, Pennsylvania, is having a rainy day. The streets seem to be running with water, the sky can't seem to stop crying. You might want to check out some consumerism-inclined shelter, be that a smoky and dart-eyed bar full of grumbling locals, or a grimy and industrial coffee shop (full of grumbling locals). Watch your step, newly minted imPort, because if you let on that you're fresh meat then you're likely to attract a posse of two or three sharp knuckled no-good-dooers. This is the criminally exciting part of town, so beware.

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. There's a baseball game going on in one of the parks amidst all those tall buildings, and you're welcome to watch! It's not an official game in the season, it's more like a friendly skirmish between local baseball teams. Midway through the game, the umpire might take note of you new imPorts -- assuming you're standing out in the crowd. He'll welcome you to throw a pitch if you'd like! Of course, the opposing team isn't too keen on the idea. Better look for more imPorts to play ball!

Comments

Eddie Valiant | Who Framed Roger Rabbit?

[dontworkfortoons]

1

[eddie is pretty baffled by the reception he gets. mostly because some people seem to derive the fact that he's an import just from him looking like some dumpy dick tracy impersonator, or to some people he's completely normal. doesn't really matter to him either. he has a job, and he's going to get it done.

the coffee shop lady doesn't seem to bug him much either way, hospitality is hospitality, and it's met with a smirk.]

Lady, the only drink I need right now is a stiff one.

[digging into his pockets, he pulls out a picture before she can walk away. it's of a missing heropa female, one you mighta seen on a few milk cartons recently.]

You see her recently?

3

[now this is more like it. eddie finds his place at the bar quite easily, and is quick to grab himself a cheap glass of what might as well be paint thinner. he's still "on the job", in only the most technical of terms, and watches the door cautiously.]

wildcard

[down for anything really, pm me if you have questions]

1

[doesntdomuch]

[Perry was at the coffee shop and couldn't help but notice what appeared to be a newcomer asking about a missing person. Geez, either this guy was looking for someone from home or he's already trying to solve crimes. And judging by his appearance if it's the later this could be something he's really interested in.

Perry leans closer to try to get a good look at the picture to see if it's a missing person's case. Hey Eddie, hope you don't mind a teal platypus in a fedora standing on his chair trying to look over your shoulder. I'm sure in your world you get this every day.]

Jibanyan | Youkai Watch

[ghosttrick]

[OOC: replies will come from the journal hellnyah! this journal's just being used for notification shuffling reasons.]

A/01. Heropa - Human Jibanyan!

[Ohhhhh no. No no no no, no. Jibanyan didn't want to make anyone upset! That's the last thing he wanted to do! After all, after all... He'd woken up.... human! Human! In a world full of humans and all kinds of weird things and in America! How'd he even get to America? Where was Keita? And why were these people shoving documents at him like he was in the matrix or something?! He thought surely that'd be the worst of it, but now some old guy's yelling about him and some poor cute girl is yelling back and what is going on?!] He-he-hey! N-nyobody has to go getting nyasty, nyaow! [He calls out, holding his hands up, hesitating. Waiting for someone to yell back. But no one.... does. In fact, now they're all staring at him, and the poor cat-turned-young-man has no idea why. Unaware that his shapeshifting is connected to spiritual impulse, Jibanyan begins to crouch, cat ears flipping back and twin tails sprouting from his tailbone (though both of these things seem to connect to him almost invisibly, as if they're spiritual projections). Balanced by the tails, Jibanyan is a bit more steady, but his distress is also... so much more evident in the way they flicker and wave like angry snakes.] Wh-wh-what is it? Was it something I said, nyan~?! [ Well, it might be the nyaccent. Er, accent. Or the fact that a voice like that came out of a short dude. Of course now you've got a cat in distress and a lot of people staring at him in surprise, so Jibanyan bolts. Or, he would, if he hadn't taken a step just to trip over his tails, smashing his face into the concrete. He's unused to this body, these proportions, and to the really weird configuration of human limbs, gosh! He's totally not crying or anything when he whines, face down on the ground--] I can't believe this is happenyaing! Did I really get teleported to some unnyatural all-human world without Keita-kun and Whisper?! What am I gonna do, what am I gonna do?! [...Apparently what he's going to do is forget that people can still see him. And hear him whine out loud to himself.]

B/whatever YOUKAI JIBANYAN IN HEROPA...

Ja-a-a-nyan~! [Is someone feeling better? Oh, you better believe it. After having gotten used to his new set of powers, Jibanyan's back to his usual self-- and that means doing cat things. It's comforting, after all, to know that he hasn't lost his precious cat form entirely! He's proud to be a cat, and would never want to ditch it entirely! Even if getting to shape shift into a human to make more friends was... kinda cool... But this afternoon isn't seeing any of that! No, Jibanyan takes his afternoon to sit on a bench outside the Lucky Cat Café, purring and rolling happily on it. He enjoys the Florida sun, stretching out and rolling. Problem is, Jibanyan is a youkai, not just any cat. Jibanyan is over three feet tall. JIbanyan takes up a really huge portion of that bench. Wanna bother the weird dead cat monster?]

A.

[monge]

[Why is Komasan in Heropa, how did he even get here, how did he have such amazing timing? None of these questions are about to be answered. All he knows is that he stumbled upon a bunch of people and a guy crying on the ground.

Yeah, he knows that feeling.

This would've been something he probably would've walked around -- cityfolk are weird -- but something kind of pings him. Liiiiike that voice, oooorrrr those names. How does this guy know Keita, he's not even here...

Wait.

Woah.

Hang on a second.

Komasan snaps his fingers.]

The guy who punches trucks, zura.

[Haha, wow, glad he remembered that, or else that would've bugged him all day. Now that that's settled, Komasan proceeds to go on his way.]

B.

[mysterysnack]

[Listen.

Mystery does his best. He's lived with humans long enough to know how to blend in.

But there are still instincts that a canine has to deal with. Like, what to do when there's a suspicious giant cat conspicuously lounging on a bench. A cat that's ticking both his "weird feline" and his "weird spirit" senses.

So he's a few feet away, hackles raised, eyes square and forward on Jibanyan, growling loudly before he even realizes what he's doing. It looks like he might start barking any moment...]

b

[hasitsthorns]

[ A youkai... A uncharacteristic frown pulls at her lips soon as she senses his presence. She stares down the weird dead cat monster and give is a look like she knows. Though, to be fair, he can probably recognize that she's a youkai too.

Even across dimensions, Rose can't escape creatures from her 'homeworld.' Just her luck. Still. This one doesn't seem at all malicious; it's small, too, so probably not a threat of any kind... ]

Who are you?

[ It's polite to ask, right? She does her best to put on a pleasant smile but it's obviously just a tiny bit strained. ]

A;

[amadaman]

...

Are you okay?

[Ken's just making his way down the street with a cup of bubble tea in hand when he comes across a crying... person.



Weird.]

(demon) dean winchester | ota

[kickingand]

2. (de chima)

[ TMZ worthy?

Try Porn Hub.

... Okay, maybe not to that extent, but Dean is perhaps more than a little bit willing to get involved with a fan or two. Photo-ops are quick to turn into impromptu makeout sessions, Dean not having a clue as to what the big deal is but leaving a few melty women in his wake. Picking up numbers and leaving behind mumbled promises of threesomes is just too goddamn easy before he's marching off again, ego boosted triumphantly. Not that he really needs it to be but hey, whatever, this is just what happens when you're the biggest dickhead on the block.

It has yet to get old, though this time Dean hesitates as another person shouts something in his direction, glancing over his shoulder- ] I should'a been making out with who, now?

3. (maurtia falls)

[ Dean does not mind the rain.

It's actually kind of appealing, and if anything, Dean might have been lingering, making himself loudly known and all too eager to attract the wrong kind of attention out on the streets. He had no intention of hiding away in a coffee shop, but a bar is a bar is a bar and he can't help but grin at the leering sight of men who want nothing more than to bash his head in the second he starts chatting up the barkeep. Whiskey might be calling to him, but it's the attention that he wants, swirling the liquid in his glass and leaning in close, elbow on the sticky tabletop as he still drips rainwater, shaking his head with near ridiculous amounts of self pity. ]

Nothing like being the new guy- What am I even supposed to do with these, what- powers? Be some kinda superhero?

[angelfire]

[ As if the raincloud looming over Dean isn't bad enough, there's something in this world that has been drawn to him, drawn to that Mark, like water being drawn into a sponge. Lucifer keeps his spiritual presence right on the downlow, not really landing so much as letting the tips of his wings brush through the air, looking over the place before he plants his feet there.

He expects to find Cain, not Dean Winchester.

Dean Winchester wearing the Mark of Cain? Dean Winchester bearing this responsibility, to hold the Darkness at bay? It's ludicrous. It's just. There are no words for what a Bad Idea™ this is. Lucifer hangs back, but the draw is inexorable, it's demanding, and he plants his feet on the ground finally, barely disturbing the other patrons - they're used to this kind of thing.

Slowly, he steps toward the bar, until - exhaling a frosty breath across the back of Dean's neck as he leans over him - he puts his hand on the counter beside him. ]

Some kind of one, yes.

Jocosa | Guild Wars 2 OC

[doitforthevine]

»» DE CHIMA.
[The city itself is a wonder. It's so different from anything back home with the various technology and architecture. It's fascinating.

If her appearance as a very colourful scantily clad plant-lady doesn't cause her to stand out, her wonder at everything around her does the trick. She's fine with people staring at her but the moment they try to touch her and start to ask her weird questions she internally freaks out. She does her best to be nice, reminding herself that hurting some random person for touching her would probably be bad. Very bad.

What does she think about so and so getting together?]

I don't know who that is. Please go away.

[This city was a mistake.]


»» NONAH.
[There are various sports back home but baseball isn't one of them, and Jocosa finds it fascinating. She picks up on the object of the game and rules quickly enough but she's not interested in playing. Needless to say she stands out int he crowd and is asked to join in.]

No, no, no! I don't want to.

dusts off ye old gw2 account

[encharrneered]

[ Oh, her appearance as just that definitely causes her to stand out, which is actually a good thing. Sure, it nets her all that unwanted attention, but it also catches the eye of something that may be a little more familiar. A something that is going to come looming up behind Jocosa, lips peeled back over so, so many teeth in a snarl. ]

You heard the weed. [ Comes the characteristically deep and perpetually angry-sounding voice of a charr. ] Buzz off.

[ Bugging a plant-lady is one thing. Those are at least vaguely human-like. An irritated charr, on the other hand? That's going to have them backing off now that Rinth's made her presence known. ]

Simon Keyes | Ace Attorney

[murimurimuri]

Maurtia Falls

[This meat is very obviously fresh, and tender-looking at that, so he is set upon almost instantly the second he wanders into an alleyway. The shriek he lets out is high-pitched distressed-damsel-esque, if you're into that sort of thing.]

Please don't beat and rob me and human traffic me! I promise it'll be way less fun and profitable than you're thinking!!

[What a fine hero has been imPorted here.

Wildcard

[Anything else! Bump into him on the street - he's not very remarkable so maybe you didn't even see him? Or maybe you did see him hanging out in the park and talking to squirrels? Or dressed up as a clown juggling by the side of the road? Who knows!]

wildcard!

[mymarksman]

[ That man is talking to squirrels.

Well, okay then. Medraut's had his fill of this strange new world (what with things like cars and phones) so sure, why not, his day's gone absolutely bizarre as it, it only makes sense that this stranger would talk to squirrels in the fact that it does not make sense in the slightest and he hates it.

Might as well just accept it. Medraut simply sighs as he walks over to Simon, looking over at him and at his...squirrels. ] Do you expect them to answer?

[ It's said with the tired resignedness of someone who is just 100% done with all this crazy shit. His British accent as well as the fact that he's just straight up wearing a fricken medieval tunic mark him obviously as an imPort. ]

Alan Scott/Green Lantern | Earth 2 (DC Comics)

[greenguardian]

002 - De Chima, Virginia

For the most part, Green Lantern isn't used to being chased down by the cameras. Even since becoming a Wonder, he hasn't been hounded all that much by cameras, unless it was from his own media conglomerate, the Global Broadcasting Company. At that point, though, it had all been set up by his private, civilian identity - Alan Scott - to spin a story, to show the world's newest Wonders in a positive light.

This was different. It reminded him of some of the less savoury gossip rags from back home, hounding people, trying to get the right photograph for the right amount of money - especially one that could spin a deliciously negative story. He didn't like it one bit. It was never the kind of business that GBC had done. Even when magazines like World's Finest had come up for sale, Alan hadn't gone for it. It wasn't his style.

Frowning gently, he waves at one fanperson taking what seems to be a video of him, and then shoots up into the sky, a fiery green contrail in his wake.
He stops once he feels high enough and looks back down at the city. This is going to take some time to get used to, not having control of the media.

Briefly, he wonders if there's a way for him to start GBC up here, too. Hadn't he seen a Wayne Enterprises building around?

Hmm.

003 - Maurtia Falls, Pennsylvania

Dive bars. These aren't Alan's scene, generally. He prefers a nice, classy lounge. A place that serves a good gin and tonic or gimlet. Cheap beer has never really been his thing. He'd worked hard to get to a place that was all about the better things in life, and cheap beer was not amongst them. Still, it was cold and rainy outside, and he didn't think it was a good idea for Green Lantern to step into a dive bar.

As such, it was Alan Scott who walked into the dive bar, looking around warily for signs of trouble. He could spot a couple of them easily. Raising a wary eyebrow, he makes his way to the bar and orders himself up a vodka soda.
He turns to look around and notices that a couple of the trouble makers seem to be headed his way. The green ring on his right hand glimmers lowly.

"Now, guys. I'd rather not have any trouble tonight." Who was he kidding, though? He was a Wonder. He wouldn't be that lucky. But it was fine. He was still hurting from the death of his boyfriend, Sam. Maybe he could work out a little aggression tonight.

Wildcard

Choose your own adventure!

Maurtia Falls!

[vibraniumweave]

T'Challa didn't know who this guy was, but he was definitely good at attracting unwanted attention. T'Challa had hoped to just relax and lay low in this bar, but obviously that wasn't going to happen. He was just about to get up and jump into this, but... There was a certain calmness to this guy that was not typically how you would expect a guy about to get jumped should have.

And then he noticed the faint glow of his ring. Something that could easily be missed by most, but he spotted it. Barely , but he did. Instead of jumping in right away, he stays watching from where he is. He wants to see how this pans out.

The Director | Red vs. Blue

[deardirect0r]

02. De Chima

If this is what passed for the technological hub of 'America' (he still has his doubts about that) then he most certainly has his work cut out for him. This place is woefully primitive. There are backwater colonies in the far reaches of Human controlled space that look like technological marvels by comparison.

They would have been better off kidnapping an archeologist than him. He looks disapprovingly at the 'fancy new technology' being proudly displayed around him.

[failureisntachoice]

She's not armored, a fact she is completely grateful for when she spies someone familiar wandering around De Chima. Suddenly she regrets moving to this damn city if that's who she thinks it is. She takes a moment to make sure that yes, she looks nothing like Allison, a fact the rational part of her brain told her long before she physically checked. There's not much to be done for the sound of her voice, but that can be marked as a coincidence. If that's really the Director of all damn people wandering around here, she needs to find out now.

With a deep breath, she approaches and mentally does a headcount of those remaining from their world. The only ones likely to stir up trouble with his arrival besides herself would be Epsilon and Wash. Tucker's a maybe and only if the other two stir him up. She's not sure if she should let that run its course or stop them, but better to confirm the good doctor has made it here before jumping to anything.

"Hey, you new here?"

Rainbow Raider | DC Comics (Pre-Crisis, The First One)

[hueisthisguy]

01 { Heropa }

[ Roy G. Bivolo is undercover. Or, possibly more accurately, he's not currently dressed up in costume and running around robbing art museums. You know, like normal. Unlike his eye-searing shirt.

He stops and listens to the argument between the locals, sipping his patented Free Drink with raised eyebrows. Turning to the nearest person (or maybe the import that started the debate), he can't help but say - ]

Paint a target on the city's back, huh? Personally, I'd rather paint the town red!

[ As well as all the other colours, really. He's not picky. He laughs a little at his dumb joke. ]

02 { De Chima }

[ Now here's the costume; Rainbow Raider in all his rainbow glory! He'd just stepped off his rainbow for a second, when a gaggle of imPort fans excitedly asked for his picture. Well, how could he say no?

He grins widely as he poses. Now this is the life! There's just one thing his poor mid-80s mind doesn't understand - ]

You want to post it on your... "blog"? What's that?

{ Wildcard }
[ There is a man in a rainbow costume running around on a rainbow, who has stopped briefly to look at something / recognize you / choose your own adventure here ! ]

wildcaaaaard

[pullback]

[ Being from 1891, Victor Frankenstein had to adjust to a lot of things very quickly once he was brought into this world. Widespread use of hovering cars, the prevalence of electricity, people showing their ankles, things like that. Needless to say, there is no way on Earth he expected to find a man who's wearing a ridiculous rainbow outfit and traveling on a rainbow himself.

He knows he's sober but he's kind of questioning that right now.

So, as Rainbow Raider looks over at him (undoubtedly because of his anachronistic attire), Victor just looks right back. ]

I assume something more subtle was out of the question?

[ says the man who dresses in monochrome ]

Dr. Caitlin Snow | The Flash (will match format!)

[trigeminalheadache]

HEROPA

[ The day has barely started, and Caitlin is deeply regretting leaving home. It started well-enough: she felt clear-headed and somewhat cheerful, in the privacy of her own space and left to her own devices. Her first few encounters? Wonderful. Someone else in line had paid for her coffee, another complimented her outfit, and a third simply smiled at her as she passed by. (It's small victories, but victories nonetheless, and she will happily take them.)

It takes a sharp nose dive from there. The argument brewing on the street is loud, but the volume isn't what makes her head throb. She would move past them, go around them, but these two have picked a fight right next to her bus stop, and if she wants to make it where she needs to go on time, she can't retreat until they decide to leave. No, she has to grit her teeth, locking her jaw which just makes her head pound harder, and bear it. The bus should arrive any time now.

Any. Time. Now.

But as hate is countered with hate, she slips past the tipping point, overwhelmed and annoyed. ] Could you both please stop? [ They're the politest words she can manage at the moment, and she isn't feeling all that polite to begin with. ]

[bloodruncold]

[ A certain Leonard Snart hadn't been here long; he's just a new arrival himself, really. But he's been keeping his ear to the ground, trying to find his feet in this new world.

He's less interested in the argument and more in the fact that he ran into a certain S.T.A.R. Labs employee.

This could be interesting. ]

I wouldn't waste your time, if I were you.

Judith Grimes | The Walking Dead | OTA

[cupandthangs]

( A )
[ Judith Grimes may be a baby, but even she can tell when that things change and are not right.

And this, right now would be one of those times.

Story short for as much as she can piece together: she was being transferred between the arms of the two people she recognized most one minute and before she knew it was being gathered into a new set arms. A unfamiliar blond lady was soon cooing and shhing at her and taking her far, FAR AWAY.

The littlest Grimes feared the worst and so she squirmed and whined and pushed her hands against the stranger all at different in an effort to get free. All the while this was going in public. Passerbys occasionally may be assured with a "Don't worry, I work for imPort Child Services" from the blond if they ask, but still the tantrum persists to the point where it maybe concerning to onlookers.

Help a little babe out? Save her? ]

--

( B )
[ AKA choose your own adventure! Find the littlest Grimes playing in the park while under the supervision of the mean imPort Child Services lady or on the ESCAPE from said meanie and choosing to hide behind your character. Anything. ]

--

( OOC: This is just for fun and thangs. Not to be taken seriously. )

Uncle Daryl to the rescue

[dirtyredneck]

She was squirming and crying and who should overhear and recognize the little girl in the wrong arms? Why Daryl Dixon, of course! He rushed right on over and loudly demanded of the woman, "Hand the kid over. Lil'Asslicker there's family."

blue sargent | the raven cycle/trk timeline

[oceiteres]

staring contest with a tree.

[ Who knows where you are? Could be anywhere. Whatever you were doing before this moment, it's probably hard to keep your eyes off the sight of a young woman, five nothing, dressed like she just got into a very serious fight with a rototiller, circling a large tree with strange intention. She's very focused.

This tree has pretty clearly Offended her Deeply. Or she's considering how best to set it on fire with her mind. Several options here. ]

you scream, i scream, we all scream for ice cream.

[ Blue has stopped trying to set the tree on fire with her mind. She's found a seat at an ice cream parlor somewhere and is now trying to set ice cream on fire with her mind. Look, she's am ambitious one.

Ambitious or not though, it doesn't seem to be working.

Her ice cream, going unconsumed, is melting at basically the normal rate for frozen treats. Every so often, she jabs at it with her spoon. Not too kindly, either. Trees, ice cream, does anything not offend this girl? She has a lot of spit and a lot of fire for someone so tiny. The presence of both seems to be keeping some at bay, but maybe you're brave enough to approach? ]

i've got the blues. the bluesey blues.

[ Tiny, tree-fighting, ice cream-killing spitfire Blue Sargent is walking innocently down the street when accosted by a small group of young folk who are crying about something called a bluesey and something else with any even longer name that sounds like someone choked on a dictionary. Tiny, tree-fighting, ice cream-killing spitfire Blue Sargent takes issue with this and can soon be found lecturing each and every one of them. ]

Look, it's nice that you're interested, but this is a serious invasion of privacy. I don't even want to know how you got some of those pictures... [ She's got her hands on her hips now. Give it a minute and she's going to start seriously scaring these poor souls... ]

[ ooc; let me know if you want me to omit spoilers and I will do so! ]

1!!!

[quaerit]

[ He's not expecting to see her. It's been weeks since she vanished, and Gansey had needed to live with that. He thinks he's been doing quite well, keeping his head down and getting on with things. Telling himself that he shouldn't worry about her, that she's gone back to her family where it's safe.

Well. Safer. But the point is, she'll be back with her mother, and that's better for her. He can't be selfish about it. It's not fair for him to wish she were still here.

That's what he's repeating to himself, when he finds her right in front of him. Gansey has that strange sense he sometimes gets of time slipping, of having been here before or knowing hat he would be again. It's Blue. It's really, actually her, and the closer his feet carry him, the more that he's sure.

He stops beside her. ]

Jane?

[ His voice is soft. His chest feels so very warm. ]

Jesus, I thought you were gone. What are you doing?

Agent Carolina | Red versus Blue (s13 canon point)

[gladtoseeyouidiots]

03
[Carolina has just stopped in to try the local coffee when she hears about the local thugs. Apparently there are folks in town who don't like imPorts? Well, maybe it's time she gave them a reason. She doesn't have her armor, but she now can run her speed boost without it thanks to the strange powers of this new world.

So. She orders and downs a doppio, then heads back out into the rain in search of a fight.]


04
[There's something fun and innocent in a game of baseball. Carolina lounges on the stands outside the game and definitely doesn't miss her team. At all. Because this is not like anything the Freelancers would have played, or anything her team back on Chorus would have done to let her get out of work...

The umpire notices her and offers to let her pitch. Carolina considers whether or not she should use her super speed.

Maybe just enough to win?

Grinning, she accepts the invitation and heads down to the field.]

Wildcard: Feel free to add your own scenario!

barbara gordon . ( new 52 ) batgirl

[plucky]

heropa / de chima;;
( wherever makes sense for our characters to haaaang )

daytime
[ at first, Barbara was gracious enough to accept the free food as she got it as she wandered, waiting to turn a corner before finding the nearest trash to dump it. but after a little while she's just politely declining, letting them know that she's so full, but thanks anyway. someone offers her a sealed bottle of soda and sure, she'll go for that. she doesn't usually drink cola, but she's been walking around a lot since she got here and sugarwater is better than nothing, right? god, what is this place? besides the complete opposite of Gotham, and even Burnside. even after all she did for the city, they never treated her like this. and maybe she didn't love the way vigilantes were viewed in her home city, but this is kind of- overwhelming. to say the least.

especially because her costume is nearly folded up in the bottom of her backpack. nobody knows who she is ( well some seem to, but let's not get into how eerie that is, especially because people are actually asking for selfies with her ), they're just assuming she's a hero. because she's an imPort. so, so weird.

but she's more curious than she is discouraged, playing the part of tourist all too well, because she absolutely does want to learn everything she can, as quick as she can. it would be easy to go find her new apartment and figure out what the hell is going on by surfing the web, the network, and reading over her file again ( even if she's already got it memorized ), but that feels too much like giving up, and since when was that an option for Barbara Gordon?

( never, the answer is never )

Babs is going to be everywhere, and she's friendly-looking enough to maybe approach? or maybe she'll approach you, if you look like you know what you're doing here. but yeah. come say hi! maybe. and explain to her what "shipping" means, maybe. ]


nighttime
[ yup guess who's running around in costume, mentally mapping out the patterns of rooftops in ( enter convenient city for the sake of the test drive meme here! )? na na na na naaaa, Batgirl!

or no, not Batgirl. she was informed right away that Batgirl was already here, when she tried to claim the alias for herself. which is interesting. again, she's more curious than discouraged. she's not actively looking for anyone, but she doesn't hate the idea of bumping into a familiar mask or cowl, no. whenever she stops on a particular roof, it's either just to catch her breath, or take a peek at the network, see if any names pop up that she recognizes. but! it's only day one, so. y'know. not getting her hopes up that fitting in and learning her way around here will be too easy just yet. ]

daytime

[performance]

[ Oh, Dick knows what shipping means! Let him help!

He's gotten used to new arrivals after two years in this place, and they're always easy to pick out. There's something in the way they take in the sights of the city that goes beyond the regular lost tourist look, which only makes sense, after being dropped in another universe. And Dick... well, he likes being helpful. Even if answering the same questions over and over again is a little bit bo-ring.

Still, when he's approached by a very pretty girl, that thought goes right out the window. He puts on his best and brightest Dick Grayson smile — the one that puts people at ease, the one that makes strangers feel like he knows them — and asks: ]

Hiya! What can I do for you?

henry cheng ( the raven cycle ) trk timeline

[aglonby]

1» HELP!
[ it's something, to be treated like a celebrity. a lot of folks seem to believe he won't notice, but phones and cameras are suddenly gripped more tightly in hands, held at semi-awkward angles, and there are voices whispering. and giggling.

henry just strikes a pose every time. he's done the modeling gig before, he knows what to do. all smiles and peace signs and occasionally someone runs up to him for a selfie. it's all fun and games until he's being bombarded with questions from every direction, a huddle of people surrounding him and keeping him from getting anywhere. which gets rather overwhelming fast. ]

The Cheng has to use the bathroom, people! [ even that doesn't work, at all. they're all talking over each other and not actually listening to him. someone tugs at his shirt, trying to get his attention, and he can't even tell who it was. he's rising on his toes to look above the heads around him, hoping to get the attention of someone else who might be able to pull him away. his face says, very distinctly, help. ]

2» SOMETHING MORE.

[ having magic powers is kind of a dream. it's no question that henry is thrilled to finally, truly, have become something more. he's found a rather isolated spot in a park, and he's sitting in the grass and watching light pulse from his palms. every time he focuses, it grows brighter, almost takes shape. every time it does, his grin brightens, his mood lightens, his back straightens. it's not much so far, not quite what he was yearning for, and he's not sure how he can use it to help people just yet, but it's something. he'll practice. he'll get it right.

so taken by the light in the palm of his hands, henry won't notice if anyone comes close. they may spook him enough for a yelp. he's far away from the people who once hurt him, but a part of him is always on edge and waiting for the day they'll come for him again. robobee is more magical than ever, and being given these powers, it's amazing. but it also gives said people more reason to find him. hence why the bee is safely tucked in his pocket, away from prying eyes.

for now, he's just sitting in the grass with his legs crossed, hands glowing, happy. ]

I am going to need a superhero name.

1

[quaerit]

[ It's an unfortunate fact that Gansey is used to navigating crowds of fans by now. It's another unfortunate fact that he is very used to the silent plea of help from other imports, and used to stepping in where he's needed. That look is what gets his attention first, and then he looks twice in disbelief when he realizes he knows this boy.

Christ, that's Henry Cheng. When had he gotten here?!

No, questions later. Gansey weaves his way through the crowd towards him. ]

You must stop referring to yourself in the third person, Mr Cheng.

[ He says, while settling a warm hand on the other boy's shoulder. This very movement displaces some of Henry's suitors, and the rest are dispatched when the quality of Gansey's voice changes. It turns deeper and more resonant, filling with intent. ]

Give us some space.

[ And just like that, they do. Gansey steers them out while the crowd falls back, and he gives Henry a self-deprecating smile. ]

They don't always take no for an answer. Better?

Tomomi Masaoka | Psycho Pass

[thefatherssins]

[Heropa]

[He supposed that he had believed that whatever happened after he died, he would end up where he deserved. Inferno. Purgatorio. Paradiso. Or nowhere at all. That last possibility had terrified Tomomi when he had been younger, but in recent years it had lost its power. As a latent criminal, he was lucky not to be reduced to nothing during life. Asking to have that grace extended beyond death would just be pushing his luck. But he hadn't let himself think about such things often, in any case. A philosophical Enforcer was asking for a crisis, and crises led to stupid behavior (if the routine scans didn't catch you first).

What he might have believed in was certainly nothing like this, though. If this was the afterlife, Tomomi thought as he walked down one of the main streets, it deserved high marks for originality. Very retro. "Space age" was the term, wasn't it? And the "hero" business was flattering, even if he'd laughed at it at first.

A bit odd, though, that his left hand was still the cybernetic replacement.

He could be dreaming too, of course. A vision in the last moments of his life. Hadn't there been a story like that? A man dreamed that he escaped and ran home to his family, all in the few seconds before he was executed. But if Tomomi were dreaming, surely it would be more like that. A sunlit day in a park, carrying a black haired boy in his arms, his wife close by.

He realized he had stopped walking.] Sir? [A young woman running a coffee cart gave him a concerned smile.] Would you like a cup of coffee? It's on the house.

[He hesitates. But whatever is going on here, there's no point in refusing some pleasure in it.] Thank you very much, miss. I'll be sure to pay you back.


[Maurtia Falls]

[Somehow, even without an investigation to guide him, he'd ended up in a neighborhood like this. Tomomi supposed he shouldn't be surprised at himself. Water seeks its own level. As the weather was ably demonstrating.

There had been a time when he would have slid easily into one of those bars. It never hurt to keep an ear out, or gain a few drinking buddies. But it had been a long time since he'd come to such places of his own volition.

For now, he feels a little easier ducking into the coffee shop. He shakes some of the water off his coat as he stands just inside the door.] Ah, it's much more comfortable in here. [No matter what, the smell of coffee makes him feel a little at home.]

maurtia falls; it's a tdm so imma assume this is sometime after he runs into gino

[psychofailed]

[All things happen for a reason, or so they say. The quaint little coffee shop Masaoka's wandered into just so happens to be one Kogami's favorite haunts. It's got its own book nook tucked away in one of the corners, along with some comfortable chairs and tables to read while drinking your coffee, which makes it more or less perfect for a certain detective to wait out a rainstorm before heading home.

He's in the middle of some old speculative fiction tome when he suddenly hears a very familiar voice and his head jerks up almost instantly as he scans the patrons for its source.

About a month or two ago, he would have dismissed it as his own loneliness talking, but ever since then, it's been a slow trickle of the others from Division One....first Kagari, then Tsunemori, and then even Gino, just the other day.

(Damn, Gino. If he thought their own reunion was awkward, then this....)

He spots him, then, nearly knocks over his damn coffee getting out of his seat and both that and the book are forgotten as he makes his way over, picking up momentum as he goes.]

...Pops. Hey.

[Notably, he doesn't seem shocked or unbelieving when eye contact is finally established, though. He even seems like he's close to smiling, or as close as Kogami ever gets to smiling, anyway.]

Kaworu Nagisa | Neon Genesis Evangelion

[braceforimpact]

3. Maurtia Falls

Any normal person would have ducked out of the rain quickly and found a place to wait out the downpour. Kaworu Nagisa is not a normal person. He knows he's not supposed to stand around in the rain, of course, but rather than just finding a place and waiting, his answer is to pop his head into the nearest sketchy commercial business with an OPEN sign, grey-white hair shedding water in torrents, and ask

"Do you sell umbrellas?"

...Kaworu, this place is probably a bar.

4. Nonah

There's a lot of Lilim culture Kaworu has no experience with, so it's probably no surprise he's got no idea what baseball is. Competitive spots in general are a mystery to him--a fascinating one. He can tell there are rules to the game, but it's impossible for him to figure out what they are--it's like watching a play written and performed in another language.

Unfortunately--or fortunately, if you're so inclined to be that way--he stands out as an imPort pretty clearly.

Which is how he ends up holding a baseball in one hand, regarding the opposing batter intently with bright red eyes.

"So I just throw this at him?"

4.

[lastnerv]

Shinji finally looks up, removing his face from his hands. He thought taking Kaworu to the game would be a good exposure to things like "crowds" and "obnoxious sports fans" for him. He didn't expect the umpire to actually invite the Angel over to be involved. Now the embarrassment has started, and it's not going to stop. Ever.

"Yes!" Shinji stands and yells from his "spot of honor" in the dugout. He didn't get to pitch. Of course not. instead he was gifted with a front row seat to the incoming horror. "I mean, not directly at him! Don't hit him with it! Just...toss it in his general area!" He stops coaching as he notices the team and the crowd all staring at him at once, slowly sinking back onto the bench and trying to curl into as much of a ball as he can possibly get away with.

"Please just don't hit him with it." He mumbles

maia drazhar ( the goblin emperor )

[drazhada]

( one | arrival )
[ the person being dropped off at their new residence is.. well. there's no hiding that he's a new import and very out-of-place. gray-skinned, dressed in mostly-white clothing of very fine quality, and draped in enough pearls and diamonds and silver to bankrupt a small nation, he's clutching the folder he's been given with what looks like terror. any closer inspection reveals that he's also young-- not yet out of his teenage years, and his pale gray eyes, when he turns them, are wide with alarm.

upon realizing that he's being observed, though, he straightens narrow shoulders, chin and ears lifting stubbornly. he will not be seen at anything less than perfectly presentable. even though he's alone here, without even the protection of his nohecharei.

he hesitates for a moment, at least no longer visibly wary, before lifting the folder. ] --Is this all the explanation that we will be given? [ his accent is, perhaps unsurprisingly, somewhat odd, and though that 'we' probably wouldn't be that odd at home, it certainly stands out like the rest of him in this place. ]


( two | network )
[ the person on the feed is.. probably some kind of elf? maybe? the ears are kind of elf-like, anyway, though the gray skin and eyes are a little unusual. the curly dark hair has been elaborately braided and gem-adorned, so whoever this person is, he's.. probably important where he comes from.

he takes a small, careful breath, sitting back from the feed and clearly struggling with what's probably discomfort and even dread. ]

Good day. [ his chin only just doesn't dip. the emperor must not. ] We are Emperor of the Elflands, Edrehasivar the Seventh, and we seek-- [ a brief falter, mouth pressing thin. speak thou, hobgoblin. ] We seek members of our household, should they be present here. Our nohecharei-- [ a word the comm evidently couldn't translate. ] --and secretary would be a most welcome start.. if possible. [ out of the frame, his hands tighten against one another, rings digging into his knuckles. ] .. Our thanks.


( wildcard )
[ or hmu with whatever tbh. ]

2!

[vorbarra]

[ Gregor has instant sympathy for this person, in a deep pang. He doesn't often respond to network posts, but this one he feels compelled to. Some of his sympathetic friendliness is evident in his eyes. It doesn't occur to him instantly to speak in the royal plural, since that's incredibly formal to Gregor, and he only defaults to it when he speaks on behalf of Barrayar and not just himself. ]

I'm sorry, but your household likely isn't present here. My retinue didn't arrive with me either; just a close friend of mine. Our titles have little bearing while we're here, without subjects.

Shion Karanomori | Psycho Pass

[smoking_analyst]

[Heropa]
Lighting a cigarette as soon as she was outside, Shion looked around for a moment at the city she was in. There certainly wasn't very much compared to home, the buildings were no where as tall but there were at least a few familiar aspects when she had checked the communicator. Putting on her Lab coat she casually walked by a obviously trying to comment on the latest arrival and tilted her head.

"Guess some things don't change no matter where you go."

Really, what kind of person would kidnap a latent criminal and try to make them into a hero? Shion figured that in reality it probably wouldn't be much different than it had been working for the MWPSB, they'd probably work her just as hard with just as little credit or benefits. Ignoring the argument going on about her presence she simply flipped her hair back freeing it from the coat she had put back on after being told about everything. It was a lot to take in, especially when she had already been working on trying to understand that had happened back home. Now she was suddenly in America and had apparently been drafted into some kind of weird program there. Either way is was obvious that people thought about imports here about the way the did latent criminals back home, a type of person to be avoided. It was a shame really, she had kind of hoped for a minute that it would be different and she might get to have a little more fun.

Instead it looked like it was back off to school, or back to being stuck in a room with a computer. Both things that she was going to put off for just a bit as she walked around the city to get a feel for what it was like, and to get a little sun as well.

[psychofailed]

Honestly, Kogami prefers the locals that don't like imPorts to the fans. At least other people being afraid or uncomfortable with your presence was par for the course as a latent criminal, but when the opposite happens it's just creepy, in Kogami's not-so-humble opinion. He still remembers that fan convention that took place at one of the Swear-Ins--things were seen in that place that can never be unseen.

Anyway, Kogami just so happens to be in Florida that fine afternoon that Shion arrives; having freedom to go anywhere (within the country, at least, which was still basically infinite compared to what he was allowed back home) is something he's still getting used to, and sometimes the persistent gloom of Pennsylvania just isn't his thing.

So he gets to overhear the argument between the locals and roll his eyes over it, and he intends to just keep moving when he hears a suddenly familiar voice.

"The more things change, the more they stay the same--that's how the saying goes, right?"

Sophie Foster | Keeper of the Lost Cities

[suldreen]

01.

[ While it's not a Forbidden City (technically it should count, but different universe, so she can't say for sure), Sophie can tell it's no Lost City either, although it smells better than many of the human populated areas back home. She's sort of used to stand out like a sore thumb, so the attention isn't really an issue, although her clothes (a tunic/leggins/cloak combo, with the crystal adorned choker, the long crystal pendant and the two ornamented wristbands on each arm) make her stand out in a completely different way, not to mention the weather is a bit too much.

Sophie removes her cloak, making her best attempt to ignore the angry voices. She still looks considerably uncomfortable and out of place as she tries to get as far as possible from the large group of people she's ended up in, so when she bumps into someone at a regular pace, she literally bounces back and down at the floor with a flutter of clothes and blond hair. ]

Ouch. Sorry about that.

02.

[ Sophie's blank expression is replaced by one of confusion as she stops on her tracks. ]

Shipping?

[ Sophie frowns, concerned by the choice of words. Any other time she would consider other meanings for the word, but considering where she is and what's going on... ]

You mean like actual shipping?

[ The fact that whoever she's asking actually answers in all seriousness makes her more worried. Is someone going to throw her into a crate and send her overseas? Not without a fight they won't. ]

I don't think I like this city anymore...

Kristen Kringle l Gotham

[misskringle]

(1)

Kristen thankfully looks normal so she's able to slip past the angry mob unseen (abet her skirt would cause questions if someone was really nosy but most would pass it off as simple vintage wear). But she thankfully spotted what looked like a pub and slipped inside just to catch her breath, deal with her haywire memory and have a drink. She ordered a cup of tea and realized her language ability had picked the worst time to kick in: lovers spat 3 tables over!

(Wild Card)

Since the job hunt was going nowhere fast Kristen decided to have lunch in one of the parks in Nonah. She figured just getting some air would calm her down and well she could not pass up a favorite treat in the form of street food (today's being a loaded hot dog). But her retro styled skirt and sweater also made her stick out like a sore thumb.

(OOC: Will match format as needed!)