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

Princess Kareen Vorbarra | The Vorkosigan Saga

[watch_me_burn]

A. This imPort arrives in a devastating state of undress; she's clad only in a rich red robe. Her dark hair is a mess of waves about her face. In her hands she clutches something to her breast; a sole child's shoe. She's obviously newly arrived and frantic, stopping just about anyone she runs into that will listen to her.

"Please, please I must find the embassy! I have to, I must return to Barrayar! My son, I-!" She never gets far before the random citizens of Earth flee from her mad ravings. At this point she's on the verge of tears.


B. It's been a few weeks and gone is the woman so distraught to find herself galaxies, centuries away from home. Now she's calm, the image of serenity.

She sits on a park bench in her new hometown, and perhaps it's also your hometown now, too. Cupping her hands, the woman takes a deep breath and watches as her palms begin to alight with flames. They don't burn her, they hardly seem to phase her at all. Anyone daring to touch might not find themselves so lucky. At the barest hint of suggestion she could snuff them out or perhaps alight the whole bench on fire.

Her expression is marred then by the tiniest hint of a wry smile. She whispers to herself, her eyes still intent on the flames, "What hypocrisy is this?"

[OOC: I'm sad I couldn't figure out a way to segue her into any of the mod prompts! Also, comment spam is loved as well as prose! And as for the username... I just thought it a smidgen classier than burnthismotherdown though I was hella tempted lol]

Dr. Claire Saunders | Dollhouse

[good_enough]

A - HEROPA

[ Crowds. Noise. People. Open spaces ... Claire doesn't much like any of these things on a good day, and waking up in a strange room in a strange world instantly disqualifies this from being anything that could remotely be described as good. Any number of unpleasant scenarios whirl through her head. First and foremost, of course, being the possibility that she's simply been wiped and woken up again somewhere else...

She gulps in deep breaths, trying to calm herself. She's a slim, young woman in a doctor's coat, clutching a small bag close to her that rattles with the various medications and implements she brought with her. Most eye catching, however, is the set of scars bisecting her face several times over. No mistaking her for someone else with those.

Trying to make herself as unobtrusive as possible, ducks into a small coffee shop not far off the main drag. She's shaking by the time she gets here, fighting off what is surely an incipient panic attack. But when the shopowner spots her barcode and offers her a glass of tea, she wards it off with a sharp headshake. ]

I'm - I'm fine. Thank you. Please go away.

[ Let her have some peace in her own head. Something is buzzing there, something painful and new and awake. ]

B - Lost in Maurtia Falls

[ And then, eventually, Claire must leave whatever sanctuary she's found in the shops to actually navigate to her assigned housing. Somewhere quieter, she hopes, and not so many people. The trouble is getting there. She's instantly turned around trying to navigate, and her agoraphobia makes wandering a hopeless challenge. Plus the map is waterlogged ... In the end she decides to wrestle with the lesser of two evils: talking to people. Her voice wavers slightly as she approaches. ]

Does this street actually exist? I can't find the sign.

[ ... Claire's really not good with people. Nervous and sarcastic at the same time, coming out in a jumble. Is this the first time she's felt rain on her face? It might be. God. ]

A

[dendarii]

[ Seeing as how Gregor's mother had died before Miles was born, he doesn't recognize her on sight. He might not even have been able to pick her out in a crowd even knowing she was there. (The robe tells him nothing, tattered as it is.) But hearing the word Barrayar ... Miles' head whips right around, as if the word had physically struck him. Someone he doesn't recognize? Talking about Barrayar?

Guiltily, he's relieved to see that the speaker is a woman. That significantly narrows the possible danger levels involved here (though he is not going to rule the matter out.) He approaches carefully, trying to project all the calm he can. Being tiny (and "obviously" mutated) likely doesn't help with that, he realizes.

(He has Cordelia's eyes - bright and clear and firm.) ]

That's not a planet name I hear every day. Please calm down - I promise you I can help.

A. HOLY CRAP :D

[use_everything]

The disheveled appearance, the ravings, were certainly enough to pull what crowd didn't flee from her pleading cries... and were more than enough to pull Aral Vorkosigan from his walk to the Porter. At the very least, get her a full set of clothes. Good God what officer thought to only give her that little and send her, distraught out.

But then the name hit... and her appearance. He goes, still, stiff and grave. Barely any color remains on his face at all, as he calls out to her. "Princess?"

Tristan Duffy | American Horror Story

[fullofrage]

[Heropa]

[Tristan knew he wasn't going to be protecting anyone any time soon. The powers were cool, but being a superhero wasn't really his thing. He could try his hand at supervillain though. That'd be cool.

Apparently people had very strong opinions about his presence, though. And Ronald McDonald cared, too, for some reason.]

Geez. People haven't fought over me this much since my last contract was up...

[Maurtia Falls]

[Now this place was more Tristan's speed. He was used to seedy criminals and people trying to pick fights with him. And his response to that is, well...to accept the fight and start up a bit of a brawl.

Which is why he was being shooed out of the bar by an angry employee who was yelling something that Tristan wasn't paying attention to. He turns around and yells:]

Hey, he started it! Not my fault I'm better at punching.

[And then brushes his vest off and starts walking.]

[watch_me_burn]

[She's taken aback to see a man that's... obviously not proportional to normal adult human parameters. That moment of pause does give her the time to really think. He says he can help, and there's something about him that strikes her as familiar though she can't quite put a finger on it just yet...

Swallowing her prejudice and pride, she steps closer, holding the shoe all the tighter to her chest.]

You can? How? Where is-please, I need to get home! My son, my son...

Briar Moss | Circle of Magic

[safelittlegreenmage]

Heropa, Nonah

[A bright and cheery town deserves a bright and cheery lad, one hand tucked into his pocket, the other balancing a potted plant on his hip like a child. He'll smile at any pretty girl who looks like she'll smile back, and lean down to examine any plant life he comes across. Should someone take a closer look they might notice that the plants seem to strain towards him. Perhaps a vine out of a hanging pot drops down on his shoulders as you walk past, or maybe those azaleas think there's a VERY strong wind.

Or maybe you notice that the tattoos on his arms move along with the plants he's touching]

Maurtia Falls

Now then, I'm not looking for any trouble.

[Maybe it was the way he asked for directions, or how to check something on his comm, but a few less than friendly types have managed to push Briar into a side street. His shakkan is set on the ground beside him, hopefully out of the way, and his hands are loose at his sides.]

You lads wouldn't want it to get out that this town is nasty to visitors, now would you?

Nike Lemercier | Soredemo Sekai wa Utsukushii | OTA

[drizzle]

(OOC: I totally accept spam or prose tagging. You don't need to match me in any way! I will follow your lead.)

Scene 01 -- over at heropa

[The moment Nike had calmed down from her earlier over-reaction in having been taken away from her world and, more or less, listened to the explanation behind their abrupt actions, she was finally given permission to leave the premises while being accompanied by a guard or two. There was definitely some relieve when her unofficial escorts decided to leave her side before reaching the city that she needed to look after and live in. This situation was somewhat nostalgic to her as she felt that she needed to do everything all over again -- adapt to a new way of living -- as she did when she was forced to leave her own kingdom a few months ago.

Fortunately, just like her originally thoughts about the Sun Kingdom, the city known as Heropa was just as bright and beautiful. There was simply one major difference: the city didn't feel as dry as the Sun Kingdom did. Nor did the citizens feel as though their hearts were entirely closed off. And, no, her opinion didn't have anything to do with the free drinks. Not at all. But it was a good start.

Once Nike had gone further into the city, she will begin to notice something unusual: some of the people would begin to evade her. At first, she didn't think too much about it as her original thoughts were: they most likely want to avoid the hustle and bustle of the crowds that were greeting me. She does admit that there was a point she was surrounded by them especially after being given a free drink and asked for a review in the process due to her overly positive reaction to it. However, the comment over their true disdain in her welcome will catch her attention. She was left speechless, at first, because she genuinely believed her captors and the citizens over being able to protect them, but after witnessing comments that she once heard from high ranking priests and monarchs over her lack of skills in being the next Queen of her world, she couldn't help want to learn more about it.]

Ah! No, it's fine. You don't need to defend me. I think he has a right to his opinion, right?

[The native that originally defended her didn't seem to mind her reply, but it was obvious they sincerely believed in the "Imports" as they call them as to be heroes. Even so, Nike decided to follow after the native that spoke their opinion, but after catching her literally running after them it would seem they began to legit run away from her. The behavior will leave her feeling a little astounded, but it gave her more reason to chase after them.]

Hey, wait! I only want to ask you a few questions! Let's talk about this calmly, okay!?

Scene 02 -- over at virginia

Wah!

[The next city was an interesting experience, to say the least. Nike was beginning to get used to shielding her eyes from camera flashes or getting surrounded by citizens with odd contraptions taking document of her. She understood the items were known as "cameras" or "phones" and the like because the military were kind enough to inform her over the matter concerning the advancement of technology. It was still an idea she was getting used to. Too bad she was beginning to feel a slight annoyance over it.]

I still don't get your need to document me like this! Are you expecting me to do something? Just tell me what to do instead of pointing that thing at me. It's a little creepy and all... [As she spoke those words under her breath, one of the people pointing the phone towards her will lower the item and ask over her thoughts of "shipping her with others" which will leave Nike....even more confused.] Umm, well, I just got here, but I wouldn't mind being shipped away to another land especially with an experience person. I think they can better open my horizons. I'm pretty inexperience in these type of things, you know?

[Needless to say, the reaction of the citizens will grow from fascination to over-excitement as they all make an overly positive reaction to her response as they return to taking countless pictures of her. There will be a lot of flashing especially of the every body part kind. Someone, please save her before she explodes!]

Scene 03 -- over at pennsylvania

[Out of all the cities she has visited so far, this one she felt most at home in. Well, if you ignore the way the air felt a little....unstable. It didn't feel as open or friendly as the other cities, but it didn't feel as closed neither. The surroundings didn't feel dry as one would expect in an unsafe type of area.

Unlike most of the people avoiding the rain, Nike will allow the water to touch her form as she closes her eyes for a moment to survey the area a little further. The rain felt different to her. Something about it didn't feel right. Almost as though...

She'll begin to reach out her hands towards the sky with her gaze taking an overly concentrated expression as she begins to sing, almost as though she was attempting to communicate with the rain, clouds, and sky. Water particles will begin to flow from the ground up in her general area. She might be attempting to stop the rain, but the clouds don't seem to budge. After a while, she will end her song as her gaze looks down.]

...it'll take some time before this world can accept me. I need to find the proper lyrics and harmony for better communication.

[Her gaze and thoughts were so deeply over the situation that she hasn't noticed the gazes examining her from the distance. It won't be long until someone decides to risk it and decide to attack her as they found her earlier show to be...slightly invasive especially when the song had the potential to make their bodies tremble by the intensity of it. Needless to say, they didn't appreciate her song at all! And she was too deep in her thoughts to notice.]

Scene ??? -- other

[All other shenanigans or ideas for prompts are totally accepted and highly encourage. Let's totally culture shock her or bully her or take her under your wing or just do whatever you want with her. Go crazy! The possibilities are endless~]

[dendarii]

[ Miles keeps his tone low and soothing, almost like trying to calm a panicked horse. ]

Your son is safe where you left him. You need to get somewhere safe, with food and water and fellow Barrayarans.

[ He falls into his Barrayaran native accent easily, naturally. Not at all like this pseudo-Betan that the Americans around her so far have been using. ]

DON'T BE TOO EXCITED I AM NEW TO HER

[watch_me_burn]

A princess she was, or so she had been called for years. After what she had done, however, she wasn't sure she deserved that title any longer. Still, it caught her ear just as readily as it had after adjusting to her time living in the Imperial Residence. Her head jerks and her gaze lands on a familiar, rugged face.

Yes, she would recognize him even in the strange fashions of Earth. And now, here, in this moment, she feels a leap of joy and hope as she hadn't felt in so long.

"Lord Vorkosigan!" Her cry of his name is nearly a sob. "Please, tell me, have you hidden my son here? Is that how you kept him safe?" How he could have managed to get Gregor all the way here to Earth was beyond comprehension and yet she would not discount it. After all, she wasn't dead as she had so surely thought herself to be just before she arrived...

Riku Replica | Kingdom Hearts

[darkimitation]

[Scenario I]

[Upon awaking from his unconscious state on a park bench no less, Riku Replica sits up looking baffled at his new location. Just where was he? This didn't look like Castle Oblivion, he was also positive Larxene was about to have her way with him just before he closed his eyes. Nevertheless, he's arrived in Heropa being greeted by some people and others who aren't so friendly. In fact, one guy comes up to him trying to pick a fight because he's one of those anti-imPort people. Of course, the Replica is not only slightly pissed off but still in his Dark Mode. So what does he do? He decides to materialize his sword the Soul Eater into his hand to fight the guy of course.]

Looks like you picked the wrong person to fight, loser. Maybe if I feel like it, I'll spare you.

[And he's ready to fight this guy while glaring at him now very angrily, please someone stop him.]


[Scenario II]

[A few hours later after the whole incident in the park, he's now taking in the city for all its sights. Eventually as he's walking around, he notices more people staring at him especially girls. They giggle as he looks confused and seem to be whispering. He was already in a foul mood, so that wasn't helping. Eventually the next person he bumps into whether they be an imPort or a citizen, they'll feel the wrath of this boy.]

Watch where you're going, idiot! Or do I have to drill that fact into your brain with my sword?

[He was very much ready to materialize his Soul Eater if need be.]

jack joyce - QUANTUM BREAK

[particled]

02. De Chima - some random streets

[ well great, paparazzi. Jack's wary enough after being forcefully transported through time and space that he doesn't have the patience for this kind of shit, and it doesn't seem like his scowls, rolled eyes and loud sighs are forceful enough to keep the locals away. every time he's stopped for a photo or question he seems to vanish, appearing mysteriously a street or two down from where he originally was. those who are observant enough, or just fast enough, can see how the trick works— it's time manipulation, with him breaking out into a full on sprint for the few seconds he can stop time.

the first few escapes are easy enough, and he walks it off with a shake of his head and a muttered cursed under his breath, but every so often it looks like it takes quite a drain on him, and he leans against the side of a building, breathing hard as he waves off any attempt at assistance. can't a guy recover in peace? ]

03. Maurtia Falls - your average cheap dive

[ the rain catches him by surprise, and its only a matter of minutes before he's drenched and soaking wet. running through stopped time only gets him so far before he has to rest, and time resumes. at least it leaves behind a pretty cool sight, the rain bending and falling to the side like it's been pushed by some invisible force. after a few minutes of running he can finds a bar to take shelter in, and although it's more dive than trendy, its his kind of scene. dingy, dangerous, and probably full of guys with rap sheets as long as his.

the bartender and crowd don't seem entirely pleased with his presence, water pooling on the floor where he stands and sits, leaving very hazardous puddles on the sticky floor for unsuspecting drunks to slip in. Jack doesn't notice, or care really, turning his attention to finding an open barstool and ordering a double whiskey. it's not until he's about three drinks in that he realizes that a. his clothes are still soaked, b. its cold af, and c. he has no way to pay. ]

Shit.

Ruby/Red Riding Hood | Once Upon a Time

[notsheepish]

02. De Chima

[Wig out? Ha! Ruby is happily answering SURVEY questions about a number of popular imPort ships. There are pictures and everything.]

Seriously? Just subtext? You can't tell me these two aren't a couple. Look at the way they're looking at each other! And they're practically holding hands too.

[She turns to whoever is standing nearby.]

You see it, right?

03. Maurtia Falls

[Please and thank you to whichever deity blessed a wandering wolf with this dingy dive bar. Who even cares about the smell, really?]

Barkeep, give me a shot of your finest-- er... [She checks her pockets.] A shot of your cheapest hooch, please. I'm feeling fancy today.

lady akuti tejaswini jyoti ghem estif arqua vorpatril | the vorkosigan saga

[ghemnotgem]

01

( it's easy to behave like she's back on komarr here -- do her job, keep her head down, wait. but it's lonely in a way that komarr never was. she had rish then. but it'd vanished in a moment, with ivan xav's unhand lady vorpatril still ringing in her ears. tej spends what time she isn't working reading up on her new home, trying to understand it. the united states of america, a long vanished country in her time, wormhole jumps away. very-- betan, tej decides. and not at all jacksonian. but it doesn't make the homesickness go away.

ronald chump catches her interest one afternoon, after overhearing it. politics here, apparently, didn't involve a violent takeover of any public office. how odd. although, tej reasons, this man certainly )

He would have been expelled from any House Major ages ago ( she mutters, thumbing through the article on her phone ) the moment his first business venture failed.

( so why did these people think he was a viable political candidate? )

03

( rain... it shouldn't be such a big deal -- of course she knows what it is, but seeing it is a completely different story. to go from cordonah station to the domes of komarr to this. it doesn't occur to her to buy an umbrella, she'd rather enjoy it while it lasts. and even then her enjoyment is tampered by thoughts of home, of rish, of her family -- it seems like with every day here, her chances of seeing them grow smaller. those that lived, however.

tej swallows whatever sorrow she feels, refusing to let it overwhelm her, and settles down into her seat with a cup of coffee. still soaking wet and uncaring. rish she thinks, longing for her sister overcoming her the moment one of her fingers taps the rim of her cup. there's a long second where the surface of the cup ripples and then transforms into a polished gem, cup and coffee and all. lapis lazuli.

tej starts, pushing back from the table in a moment of shock, forgetting herself and the urge to stay low in her surprise. )

Oh--

WILDCARD

( hit me up w/whatever! her other power is power nullification, so feel free to do something with that as well!
and sorry about the long subject line. )

Heropa

[bonely]

[ He's walking in the other direction, robe fluttering slightly in the wind, when his sensors pick up the rustle of plant life; he's seen enough plants to know that they don't usually move too much.

So the fact that these are moving more than he's ever seen in his life, not buoyed by the slight breeze, is interesting. He looks for where they seem to be going, spotting the other person. ]

Are these yours? [ He raises his voice a little to be heard. ]

[watch_me_burn]

[Perhaps his words might have been soothing if they were directed at anybody else at the moment. Instead of calming Kareen shakes her head fiercely, her tone rising along with volume.]

You don't understand, my son was stolen from me! He's only a child! I need to find him! I must, he... [Her voice falls into a shattered whisper:] Oh, Gregor...

Medraut | The Lion Hunters

[mymarksman]

one: heropa
[ This guy just SCREAMS "I am new here and don't know what's going on". Because not only does he have hair so pale it's practically white, a bandaged left hand, and a crippled right hand, fingers sticking out at slightly odd angles, but Medraut is...just 100% straight up wearing some sort of medievalesque type tunic. Homeboy looks a little Chronicles of Narnia or, more accurately, a little King Arthur.

It's because he stands out so much that Medraut's heard everybody's opinions about imPorts (though at least he's got a free drink now, even if this 'sweet tea' tastes absolutely horrific in his mind). He's been quiet for the most part, listening and only offering up a suggestion if he feels it's truly needed. It's after someone mentions something akin to painting a bigger target on the city for the fifth time, that Medraut caves. He desperately needs information and if chatting up a stranger is how he gets that information, so be it. Sorry rando, you're getting bothered. ]

Pardon me for asking, but is this city prone to invasion? Is there some resource here that's desired? Because person after person has brought up the concept of protecting the city, as if that's something of dire importance.

[ He can't help but hide the annoyance in his tone as he talks. Stop making him look stupid, random citizens. ]

two: de chima
[ Different day, different city, different person who has accosted him about the fact that he was an imPort. As someone who still wasn't entirely certain how to deal with concerted attention, the fact that everyone here seems they have something to say to him is annoying. This person seems to be talking his ear off about something. And...there's such a confusing pause. Because shipping? What? Medraut can't help but look a little bit confused, small frown crossing his features.

More to himself than anyone else, he mutters, ] But what precisely do boats have to deal with it?

[ Someone please explain to him what's going on. ]

wildcard!
[ Oh my God, look at this library, look at all these books. Medraut is acutely aware that his medical information is out of date. Bandaged hand, he got ported in with a wounded hand, he got to experience the wonders of modern surgery like right off the bat. As such, he knows his herbs aren't going to cut it. And he's nothing if not a doctor—he wants to find out so much about this world's medicine and he wants to find out about it now.

So, he's just laden down with books. Basic medical texts, a few history of medicine books, and a couple of children's books about visiting a hospital. He's got so many books that he's just taking up the entire table...which is the only free table AT the library.

Just bug or distract him, he's too enrapt in Henry Gray's Anatomy Of The Human Body to pay anybody any sort of attention. ]

Heropa

[safelittlegreenmage]

[Briar turns.....and stares. Well, this is a thing he's never seen before. Even those glimpses of those who might be slightly less than human walking the streets didn't prepare him for the sight of...well, whatever that thing is.

It takes him a moment to come back to himself enough to realize that the ties holding his arm knives had come loose, and he's clutching at his shakkan pot.

-And that the thing in front of him said something]

Er-no, not in the way you mean. They're just excited. I don't think they've met anyone like me before.

[That sounded normal enough. Just two...people having a normal conversation. Normally.]

A

[dendarii]

Terrans. They're absurd sometimes, aren't they?

[ The Coz, in all his (tiny) glory, peeks over at her phone in a friendly manner. He's significantly younger, though, and his cane is nowhere to be seen. And - perhaps more startling - he's speaking in a flat, distinctly Betan accent.

... Meanwhile, it's taking him a moment for his brain to catch up with his ears House Major. That accent ... Wait, is this woman Jacksonian? He frowns a bit, puzzled. ]

Daryl Dixon | The Walking Dead

[dirtyredneck]

De Chima - OTA
The Virginia place he was allowed to head to through the transporter wasn't just more welcoming than Heropa, it was far more annoying. He kept getting swamped by groups of two and three when people realized he was more armed than anyone except cops or imPorts were regularly allowed to be. Asked who he was, what he did, if he liked this hero or that one. If he knew them. If he was new or just laying under the radar. It was enough to drive a man crazy.

"I said I don't-" Daryl cut himself off as he realized one of the groupies had said a name he recognized. "Did you say Carl Grimes?"

"Oh yeah! And Enid! They're my OTP!" the kid answered, smiling wide now that she'd gotten a response that wasn't him just growling at her and snapping 'go aways'. She opened her shipping folder op and pulled out an 8x10 of Carl and Enid that had obviously been taken without their knowledge. It was just them talking in a crowded hall of some sort, but that was definitely them. "I saw them both last week at FanPort. It was awesome."

Daryl took the picture from her, asking if he could have it. Apparently she was selling the pictures, so twenty bucks later, Daryl had his own picture to go up to people with. And he did, going up to the nearest person that looked like they might be an imPort, too, and held it out, "You seen either'a these kids?"

For Enid
When the file Daryl had been given had said he had 'flower power', Daryl was pretty sure someone was playing a really stupid joke on him. But for some reason when he'd focused on finding either Carl or Enid, he'd seen a Forget-Me-Not just pop up and grow to full bloom inside of ten seconds not ten feet from him. Investigating it - because really, how could he not? - had resulted in him picking one of the blooms. It and the rest of the plant had crumbled in his hands, becoming this softly glowing ash before blowing away. He'd been about to write it off as just weird when he noticed another Forget-Me-Not appear in the same way about thirty feet down the sidewalk, sticking up out of the crack.

He didn't know what possessed him to follow it, but he had. And about an hour later he found himself outside one of those kitschy jewelry stores tucked away from the general populace. The Forget-Me-Not was growing just over the door and through the window was the familiar face of Enid. Daryl reached up to pick the last flower, murmuring a thank you to it, before entering and moving to stand just to her side, "Enid?"

[dendarii]

[ For the second time in so many minutes, Miles recoils physically. Suddenly forced to look at this woman for the first time, searching for similarities in their faces. That ... oh god. She does look a hell of a lot like Gregor. Is it possible? Could it be--? ]

Gregor? Gregor Vorbarra?

[bonely]

I see. [ His voice is solemn; quiet and flat, every word chosen carefully.

He tilts his head, after a moment. ] You're tense. Did I frighten you?

[ He seems resigned to the inevitable answer, tugging his hood down over his face. His posture is hunched; he never really stands at his full height any more, unless he wants to be intimidating.

Something big, trying to make itself smaller and less threatening. ]

i love you

[jacksonian]

[ The clone's head snaps around at once when he hears a Jacksonian accent. The woman sitting there is - oh. She's - Well. Really astonishing. She has the most amazing bustline, just really the sort of breasts that poetry was written to, and a beautiful face and bountiful hair and maybe she's dangerous, if she's from home. He can't let his guard down around someone Jacksonian. But he sort of wants to fall to his knees before her and praise her form.

Instead he swallows hard. Swallows everything, wets his lips, and smiles a little nervously. Clears his throat. ]

Sorry, were you talking to me?

[safelittlegreenmage]

[Generally he isn't used to strangers drawing attention to his mental in that way. Either they intended it to be so, or he is better about hiding it. So he resettles the shakkan on his hip, using the movement to adjust his knives again and flashes a smile full of bravado towards the stranger.]

You? Frighten me? Nah, my teacher got all my frightens out of me years ago.

[idesof]

[And starts walking...to be greeted by none other than James Patrick March, invading Tristan's personal space out of NOWHERE with the sternest of looks on his face. Like a father who's just heard the absolute worst news about his kid giving nerds at school swirlies or cocaine or both.]

Picking fights already, are you?

[Picking fights instead of finishing them, it really is disappointing.]