AIN'T NOBODY FRESHER THAN MY CLIQUE

[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!

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Van Fanel | The Vision of Escaflowne

[danceofcurse]

I ⚔ IL DIAVOLO

[It had happened again. Suddenly Van had found himself transported to an unfamiliar and far away world, a place with fewer trees than he was used to and numerous constructs that scraped the sky overhead, where the air smelled of grime and salt and the only animals to be seen were colorful birds flitting through treetops or squirrels darting out of their way. A world, if memory served, where people wore strange clothing and practiced even stranger customs; a world he had only seen once before now...up close, at least.

Was this the same Mystic Moon that hung in Gaea's sky, he wondered? Had the resonating and exploding of the drag-energists in the Dragon Graveyard somehow caused his and Hitomi's separation? Apparently not, if the soldiers who had greeted him could be believed. He was simply a new arrival—an imPort—like countless others who were brought to this Earth through the Porter, a device under this country's military jurisdiction, but not quite under their control.

To Van, it sounded like Zaibach propaganda, things they might tell those who were unaware of their intentions, but he was without a means to confirm that Zaibach was involved in this world's war at all. With nothing else to do but accept the information handed to him and the directions to a mode of transport that would take him "home," Van followed the lead of a young man no more than a handful of years his senior.]

Your car is this way, sir.

[But Van stopped after only a few short steps were taken, his eyes narrowing at the contents at the folder he had opened to skim through. Inside was a thin document with his photograph attached, but of the countless words written, Van didn't understand a single one.

Snapping shut the folder, Van turned impatient russet eyes upon the soldier nearest him. He'd decided. He wasn't going anywhere like this, not until he had some answers.]

Where is my guymelef? Where is Escaflowne! [Being asked to calm down only further incensed the young king.] I'm asking you, where are we, and where are Merle and Hitomi? Answer me!

II ⚔ LA TORRE

[Every attempt Van made to shut down the fortune teller's invitations to partake in a reading had been expertly rebuffed. In the end, he found himself standing before her tiny sidewalk stall selecting six cards from a tarot deck she had produced from somewhere beneath the multitude of colorful silk scarves and beaded necklaces she wore. Her promise? That her reading wouldn't take up much of his time, but more importantly, she would be able to help him uncover the answer to a question that had been troubling him—an easy enough promise to keep when offering generic readings to the new imPorts upon their arrival, right? The woman had scarcely met any of them who didn't have a question that needed answering, after all...

...and there was certainly one question on Van's mind as the woman turned over one at a time the cards he'd chosen, her rings glinting in the sunlight, bangles rattling away upon her bony wrists: would he find his way home again?

She hummed and read his fortune from the cards.]

You have come to a crossroads, young man. The heart knows what the mind cannot possibly understand, and yours will lead you in the direction of a new destiny. Peace and tranquility will follow acceptance of your new circumstances; hardship and strife will be the consequences of your rebellion. Let go of the past and move forward...

[It was a lie. It had to be a lie!

Was this woman actually trying to tell him he should give up trying to return to Gaea? That the Mystic Moon was to be his new home? He would never see Fanelia again, never restore her to her former glory and bring home his scattered people, would never stop Zaibach or his traitorous brother. Merle would be all alone. And his promise to return Hitomi to her world would go unfulfilled.]

I won't accept it!

[Van brought his hand down upon the fortune teller's table and the cards scattered, each landing face down but for one: The Tower, reversed.

The woman frowned at the card, and then back up at him.]

You're stubborn to a fault. Refusal to change means entrapment and unhappiness. And that makes two readings I've given you! One hundred dollars, please.

[Van gave a start, realizing belatedly that he'd been duped. But just as he was about to object again, the woman held up her hand.]

You can pay, can't you? Or do I need to call the police?

III ⚔ IL PAPA

[What a long day it had been.

The sun was setting, shadows growing longer as daylight grew more scarce, until all that was left was a pale sliver in a cloudy sky so like Gaea's own but for the absence of stars. Van hadn't found a way to return to his world. He hadn't found anyone who knew Merle or Hitomi, either. For better or for worse, he was completely on his own in this strange new place, surrounded by people and enemies he knew nothing about, and at the mercy of customs so foreign to him he'd been tormented by his unfamiliarity with them all day!

It was his good fortune that he had a place he could retire for the night...

Although the residence he'd been told he could stay at was not "home," Van was certain that taking Escaflowne there until morning and getting some rest would be in his best interest. He'd been through a lot in a very short amount of time, after all. Rescuing Hitomi from being kidnapped and sold off to Meiden, escaping Palas after Zaibach had attacked, being caught and beaten by a lowly Zaibach commander, and then the energist explosion in the Dragon Graveyard—it was a lot to process coupled with the events that had followed his arrival in this world.

Events, it seemed, that were far from over.

Hurrying back to the side street where he'd left Escaflowne earlier before going to interrogate the natives of this world, Van gaped in disbelief at the array of yellow parking violation slips that had been plastered to the boot of his guymelef. Of course, he didn't understand what they were for, couldn't read the words written upon them in glaring black ink, though he recognized the numbers...but what did they mean and why were there so many of them? And there, clinging heavily to the cape of his melef, was a bizarre yellow clamp whose purpose Van couldn't begin to fathom. Was it dangerous? Would it harm Escaflowne if he tried to remove it? Or perhaps it was some haphazard attempt and immobilizing the machine?

Exasperated, he slumped against a nearby post and shook his head.]

...this place doesn't make any sense!

[No wonder Hitomi was so confusing...]

IV ⚔ WILDCARD

[Feel like another scenario? Then hit me with your best shot! Wanna contact me first? I'm reachable at quietlikeafire or you can PM this journal!]

3; writes tag, forgets to hit submit (again)

[deadtective]

What, they let you dump giant robots on pedestrian walkways back in your world? Fucking lucky.

[this observation comes from a couple posts down, where Hazel is leaning and staring with interest (if not any sign of being impressed) at Escaflowne. after the comment she's kind enough to at least tilt her gaze in Van's direction with a wry little smile. how nice of her.]

Mick Rory/Heat Wave | DC Comics (preboot)

[pyrogue]

01

[ Heropa in the early summer is blistering hot, and Heat Wave is wearing his trademark thick white suit regardless. For him, he's comfortably warm.

And while the locals may be staring at him, he's staring around at this new world, vaguely feeling like someone took Fawcett City's 50s thing and ran with it. But, you know, with hover cars. He's not sure if it's the weirdest thing that's happened to him, but it's definitely up there.

At the first voice though, he grits his teeth a bit and sighs. Sometimes it feels like he's going to spend his life trying to convince people he's trustworthy. But he catches the young woman's eye and smiles at her. ]

Good to hear someone who's open-minded.

03

[ Exploring Maurtia Falls makes Mick itch. Between the unfriendliness of the locals, the open suspicion, and the general rainy gloominess of the city, he's not in a good mood.

But he's stuck in this world. He'd been all set out to track down the other Rogues with the FBI and now that's all put on hold. It makes him feel a bit listless, and he keeps thinking that if he can just watch a fire burn he might calm down. With the rain, that's probably not likely.

When a pair of miscreants step out in front of him and stop, he holds his ground, a hand on his heat-gun's holster. ]

Might wanna keep walking.

04

[ He's playing ball and is having fun, managing to keep up with the younger folks quite well, thank you very much. After a strikeout, he looks around for someone to offer the bat to -- ]

Your turn?

05: Wildcard! Choose Your Own Mick Rory

one!

[doctorwhojokes]

[ Look, I'm not gonna app him but I CAN'T SAY NO TO STUPIDASS SHENANIGANS.

Because that is definitely Mick Rory aka Heat Wave aka one of the guys that Rip lied to convinced to help join his merry mission to stop Vandal Savage...except he's wearing a bizarre white suit, which is off putting enough because Rip's a good 85% certain he's never seen Mick wear something white in his entire life.

Trying to figure out what the hell's wrong with the timeline can wait for a little bit, because what the hell. ]

Paranoia's a constant no matter what the time, [ he says, addressing Mick like he knows him (because at least in Rip's mind, he does). ] It simply depends on who people are paranoid against. Are you trying to be subtle, by the way?

[ says the guy in a long men's duster ]

Barry Pruitt » OC

[tautness]

two
[ It's nine pm and Barry's about to have a panic attack. WHY ARE THERE SO MANY PEOPLE HERE AND WHY DO THEY KEEP TALKING TO HIM.

He stands out in the crowd due to his attire: locals recognize his clothing as something not from this world, imPorts recognize his clothing as dated. Seriously, this is 2016 and Barry is wearing bell bottoms. As people push fliers and take pictures, Barry's too polite to reject anything shoved in his general direction (which is why he has fliers for five different coffee shops and has had his picture taken at least ten times already) but as someone yet again takes his picture, he can't help but look a little bit deer in the headlights, obviously a few seconds away from having a full blown meltdown or panic attack.

Somebody help him please. He is not comfortable here and he hates it and people just keep talking and no, stop this, leave him alone, please!!! ]

three: cw for blood
[ Maurtia Falls is actually having a rainy night, to be fair. And Barry "who has two thumbs and perpetually looks on the edge of a nervous breakdown" Pruitt has 'fresh meat' written all over him. It's only natural that somebody forcibly pull him into an alleyway and try to mug him. And really, Barry is just so tired and so hungry and so absolutely done with anything that he turns out to be the worst person to get mugged ever because he just starts whining. Whining enough that the answer is punches. The mugger gets a few good punches before Barry realizes "wait a moment. I'm a vampire."

Well. He's gotten a black eye for no reason now.

In one swift motion, Barry bends over, fangs sinking into the mugger's neck...who then lets out a scream...which then manages to attract somebody ELSE who's running into the alleyway. Barry looks up from the man as someone enters. The mugger, thankfully, is still alive (though his breathing is pretty shallow). And also thankfully, Barry's smart enough to retract his fangs. There's just the slight problem of the fact that oh yeah, he's still got blood dripping down his chin. Come on Barry, come on, quick thinking, you can do this, you goofed up but you can definitely come up with something not suspicious in the slightest. ]

...this isn't what it looks like.

[ Nailed it? ]

3- let me know if this is okay?

[bindsthedead]

[That somebody? Is a necromancer with the power to sense- and control- undead. And Sabriel is clearly unhappy with what she sees- she draws Saraneth, getting ready to ring the bell as she keeps her distance. Clearly, she doesn't believe what he's saying.

First things first, get the Dead thing under control, then heal what she can on the injured man.]

Portgas D. Ace | One Piece

[goldace]

II.
	[Standing in the middle of the sidewalk, one hand clutched to his cowboy hat and the other hooked in the straps of his backpack, Ace lets out a low whistle at the sight in front of him. He's seen trains, motorized carriages and boats -- hell, the raft he'd been using for the last few years had been a mechanical breakthrough -- but nothing back home compared to this. There were cars just floating through the air, bubble technology noticeably absent. Screens were held in hands, plastered on the sides of buildings, on display in shop windows. But even beyond that was just... the feel of everything. This isn't a small island town, it isn't even an island kingdom. This place is stationary, still. It's hardy, but also unused to constant attacks and storms and rebuilding. It's hardened, from the pavement below his feet to the rooftops overhead, and something about how solid this world feels has Ace's skin itching. Has him yearning for the smell of salt and fish, of cutting through waves and feeling the sun and sea against his face. There's a gasp, a call from somewhere to his right, and Ace turns to be met with a couple of women running up to him, babbling something about "selfies" and "blogging" and some sort of "celebrity". But while the cameras in this world look a little different from the ones back home, they're still cameras. And Ace is still more than willing to sling his arms around their shoulders, grinning wide and bright as they do some positioning with the flimsy little things held in their hands. .... And honestly, he can't be blamed for the shrieking that's suddenly interrupting their little photo session. It's not his fault that the combination of sunlight and friction got his shoulders sparking! Hell, the lady is burning her purse more by hitting him with it than when he'd just been idly burning next to her. Really, she should be thanking him for an amazing picture, not chasing him down the street because of it!]
III.
	[Tucked back in one of the seedier parts of Maurtia Falls is a small pub. It opens its doors to just about anyone who thinks they can bump elbows with punks and hustlers and pickpockets. So really, it's a not an uncommon sight for the little place to attract a bit of a crowd. Only tonight, the crowd isn't jeering on a fight, isn't formed of two rival groups getting drunk and rowdy. No, tonight, the crowd is a mixture of confused and... slightly concerned. After all, it isn't every day that a man just kind of dies in the middle of his dinner. But sure enough, sitting at one of the tables off to the side, his face 100% buried in a mixture of mashed potatoes and french fries, is a body. He's unmoving, his arms slumped down and hanging limply off the sides of the table, and there's not even the slightest sign of movement from him. Not a twitch, not a shift, nothing. Maybe you were drawn by the crowd, maybe someone actually thought to call for help, or maybe you were there when the man just cut off mid-sentence and faceplanted. Either way, it seems the only way to see what really happened is to go closer. So, what do you do?]
IV.
	[The sound of baseball was what first drew Ace towards the field. The crack of a ball against wood, the cheering and laughter of the crowd. What makes him stay, however, is the surprise he feels at seeing something familiar in such a weird world. He'd run across the sport a few times during his travels, a few islands had adopted variations of it, but it's still strange to see it here. So, he'd plopped himself down on the grass, watching the proceedings with an easy grin and lazy, half-lidded eyes. At least until someone had spotted the strangely dressed man and accurately pinpointed him as an imPort. It hadn't taken too much to get Ace up on the pitcher's mound, his hat slung back and hanging on his back as he sized up the disgruntled looking batter in front of him.] You don't have super strength or anything, do you kid? [The coach who'd spotted him asks brightly, clapping Ace good-naturedly on a bare shoulder. The pirate just laughs at that, shaking his head as he answers.] Super strength? Nah, not that I know of. [He tosses the ball up and down in the air as the players settle back into position, waiting until the batter gives up his attitude and taps his bat against the ground before getting back into a ready position. Snatching the ball out of the air, Ace turns, rolling his shoulder once before pulling back into a messy pitching position. He can see the smirk on the batter's face, can see his expression going from annoyance to that smug sureness one gets when they think they're dealing with an amateur. But more than that, Ace sees the challenge suddenly sparking hot in the air. ......... Which is why he decides to put maybe a little too much power behind the throw. His fingers catching the ball on fire just as he releases it, sending it sailing fast as a bullet past the motionless batter, burning the air next to the catcher's head, and burning its way right through the protective netting and fencing at the back of home plate.] Hmmmm... [Ace frowns, reaching up and shielding his eyes with one hand as he tracks the ball, his other hand propped up on his hip.] Went a little too far left.

II

[seawaves]

[Did this guy just say he missed the sea? No? Well, in any case, it doesn't really matter if he does just like Percy, or not. If there is one thing that can draw a son of Poseidon's attention fairly quickly, it's a problem that can be solved with water! Regular people in a panic, too, of course, but you know.

Water.

Where you might ask does the water comes from though? To be honest, Percy himself doesn't even really know. Maybe the sprinklers in the ground, or pipes from a building? It was anybody's guess, he supposes, but what he does know is there is a man on fire and he reacts quickly, not even thinking really, by using his power of hydrokinesis.

And in one fell splash, the source of water falls over the pirate's head. You're welcome dude.]

Numbuh Four | Codename Kids Next Door

[numbuhfour]

01

[ Numbuh Four had just left the ice cream store, cone in hand. And how do you like that, grown ups who will just sell you ice cream and not try to keep it all for themselves? He still thinks they're all cruddy, but maybe some of the ones around here are slightly less cruddy.

...Or so he thought, until heard the grown ups arguing. Most of it went over his head, if he's to be honest. Grown ups argue all the time, it's like a sport with them. He does get the impression, from the lingering glares of the one yelling about targets, that they don't like him. But what does he care? ]

Who'd wanna protect a bunch of cruddy grown ups, anyway?

[ Nah, he's just here to protect the kids. The grown ups can forget it! ]

02

[ Numbuh Four found himself running from a group of crazy teenagers that were enthusiastically waving around their phones and talking about "shipping charts." What the heck are shipping charts?! Why do they think he cares?! He suspects it's something mushy and girly, which makes it even WEIRDER that they'd go after him for it!

He manages to slide into an alley, and the teens run past him. Four exhales a sigh of relief. ]

Teenagers...! Why does it always got 'ta be teenagers?!

03

[ There's a gang of grown ups lurking nearby, and they probably think Four hasn't noticed the glint in their beady, grown up eyes. But Numbuh Four is no dummy! He's tracking mud puddles, waiting for the perfect one to— ]

Ah-hah!

[ He jumps into the mud puddle, a vicious flash of satisfaction running through him as it splashes all five of the goons. ]

Hah! That'll learn ya! Now go away!

[ One of the gang members turns to face Four fully, pulling a switchblade out of his pocket.

"We'll teach you some manners, you mouthy little brat!"

Numbuh Four gulped as he eyeballed the blade. Unfortunately, all his 2x4 technology was at home, and he didn't have any weapons on him. ]

Ah, crud....

[ He rolls up his sleeves and grits his teeth. He's nervous, but he's not gonna let these stupid adults scare him! ]

04

[ Well, of course Numbuh Four wants to play baseball! But even he knows that you're gonna need a full team in order to play. So he turns to a nearby group of people, clears his throat, and calls out. ]

Attention! Who wants to play baseball with me?!

[ He pauses, then adds: ]

I'll even let adults and teenagers on my team!

Re: Numbuh Four | Codename Kids Next Door

[tactical_lalafel]

[As the gang advances on Numbuh 4, there's a wave of power, a sparkly sort of sound, and suddenly all five of the men are slumping to the ground as a tiny person in a green coat comes running up.]

Come on, the spell won't last long, and they'll probably be angry when they wake up. Let's go!

Razer | Green Lantern: The Animated Series

[rearkicker]

II.

[Razer stands, arms crossed and looking either extremely unimpressed or two seconds away from outright murder, in the middle of a group of nosy civilians. In all the planets in all the systems he's ever been to, Earth has proven to be the most annoying in all of five seconds flat. Honestly, he doesn't know why he's surprised.] Move. [He says flatly to the group around him, not surprised at all when they don't listen. In fact, all they really do is push closer, some of them actually pushing others into him, not just his space. He rolls his eyes upward, counts to five, and tries his best to sort out the shrill, excited voices that are slowly driving him insane.] Yes, I'm from a different planet. No, I don't have any desire to "abduct" humans. [Honestly, he doesn't understand who would ever want to.] And I have no interest in wherever your "ships" are traveling. [And with that, he activates his shields, rising into the air with rippling red energy burning maybe a liiiittle too much around him. He hesitates for just a moment, debating some sort of farewell to the annoying humans below him, but decides against it a heartbeat later, instead just flying over the nearest building and landing on the sidewalk on the other side, a scowl etched deep on his face.]

WILDCARD
       [Hit me with whatever!]

2!

[helpline]

[ More aliens! Oh that's wonderful. As he spots that red power signature land, the Doctor swans over to Razer, big grin on his face. ]

Finally! This place is ridiculously human-centered, isn't it? There's only about...what, ten of us total?

'Sweet' JP | Redline

[lastnamepunkhead]

01 - mouth-off;

[ To say that it took JP ten minutes to get in trouble is a brazen lie. ]

[ It only took about seven minutes. ]

[ While he doesn't exactly look out-of-this world, the slightly pointed ears, duckbill and delinquent getup make him stand out pretty hard in the retro-future fashion that's all the rage. And of course, as JP starts to walk about, the whispers are something he can audibly pick up. JP isn't a guy who shies away from confrontation - as 'sweet' as he can be, he's a bit soured on people talkin' shit about him. ]

Hey, I just got here, so if you don't mind, I'd rather not have a book judged by its cover. Otherwise, if you got something to say about me, say it to my face.

[ He's causing no small amount of racket, and probably alarming the public. But hey, he's just walkin', here.]

Now where did they say the grub was...? I'm starving.

02; - city-slickin';

[ Now this was more his speed. Bright lights, loud chatter, and so many people even a guy like him could blend into the crowd. Nonah was a bustling place, and it had no shortage of places for him to hang out - loitering, watching, and trying to take in the sights.

However, he's a little disappointed. - The baseball game doesn't interest him that much, and while he's munching on somee street vendor food, he's only got one thing on his mind. ]

Man, what's a guy gotta do to find a racetrack worth a damn around here...?

03 - joyride;

[ It was gonna happen sooner or later. Some salesman or another is running a promo for new imPorts to walk in and (with proof of license from home, of course), take some hover-craft for a spin.

Which brings us to JP - learning to use his new power as he careens through the back alleys and open areas on a hover-bike. Specifically, a hoverbike moving much faster than it's probably rated for. ]

Woah-hoh! Man, these things don't have anything on the hover-engines back home, but they're still awesome!

[ Despite how fast he's going, his maneuvers look practiced. Like he's used to a car or cycle going much faster than this. Still, you might want to interrupt him, before he hurts someone - himself, more likely than anyone else. ]

04 - wild card;

[ Got your own idea for a scene? By all means! Wanna talk about it first, hit me up at svensational! ]

guy mann | the x-files

[humann]

04

[Well.

This sucks.

Guy thought, perhaps too optimistically, that he was finally free of human skin and human clothing and human urges — and yet here he is now, standing in a crowd of humans, looking very human himself, watching other humans take swings at a ball with a long stick.

He doesn't get it, but on some level, he finds it all very satisfying. He even catches himself cheering when one of the humans hits the ball too far away for anyone else to get, caught up in the joy of the crowd. This is when he makes a mistake, though: Guy pumps his fist into the air, revealing his tattoo.

"Hey!" Someone shouts. "This guy's new!"

And sure enough, the next thing he knows, someone's ushering him toward the mound in the middle of the field, handing him a ball, and urging him to throw it. He lifts it to his nose instead, taking a whiff of the dirt and leather, and almost licks it until he realizes people are looking at him funny — at which point he flings it into the air with no apparent coordination. It sails upward, makes a gentle arc over home plate, and hits someone in the stands right on the top of their head.

The humans who don't immediately rush to the injured one's aid turn and look at Guy with faces like, What the hell is wrong with you?]

...sorry. First time.

[So... he should leave now, right?]

[directionlack]

[ Changmin has never been a big "sports" kind of guy, but when you're pulled into another world things that are familiar can be massively comforting in a lot of ways.

Which isn't to say baseball is but so familiar. He literally could not tell you any of the rules of the game, and his understanding of it ends at "someone throws a ball and you hit it with a stick", but it's one he used to see being played, and therein lies the comfort.

Or would, if not for the fact that this innocent game turned brutal when another imPort got dragged onto the field only to beam the shit out of a guy in the audience.

Changmin's finding himself kind of glad he's in the lower part of the stands, near the field, and on the other side of where the action is going down. Sucks to be the guy that was hit though. Kind of sucks to be the guy that just did the tossing too.

He leans over the fence in front of him to call out to the guy. ]

You might want to step off the field before they try to give you any more equipment to weaponize.

[ He doesn't sound mad when he's yelling that out. If anything he's trying to make light of the situation. Sure, getting hit with a baseball sucks, but it's not like a little knock on the head killed anyone...

That's probably not true, but he's still fairly certain the guy everyone is crowding around isn't dead. ]

humphrey goodman | death in paradise

[veryenglish]

[ over an hour had passed since di humphrey goodman of saint marie had arrived in this world and he had already dropped his government file into a puddle from a recent rainstorm, locked himself out of his communicator for a specific time period and if he had come with a packed suitcase, then it was guaranteed he would have left it in the vehicle that dropped him off in heropa before it zoomed away and left him alone.

with a soaking wet government file tucked under his arm and leaflet about heropa covered clutched in his hands, humphrey acknowledged that maybe he wasn't inspiring that much confidence in these imports when he overheard the locals talking behind his back in hushed whispers after he requested a pen to borrow. even the government workers had pulled a funny face when he slapped the manila file against his forearm to dry it off and beamed a toothy smile at them. he himself confided in camille that there was a list as long as his arm of things he wasn't very good at and that was when she really disliked him. this would just be something else to scrawl at the bottom of the list until he got a proper handle on it. ]

Thank you very much. [ he turned back to the haughty woman, returning her pen to her and then spotted a brown lizard over her shoulder on the wall of the malt shop. ] Please, excuse me.

[ this file mentioned something about him being able to speak to reptiles and he cautiously approached the lizard, leaving the woman and her friend to aim a particularly baffled look at his back. ]

Hello. [ Humphrey flashed a large smile as he greeted the lizard, which remained still on the wall and, so far, unresponsive to his effort to communicate. ] My name's Humphrey.

[ maybe you think the bumbling detective inspector is talking to you or maybe you are wondering why he's talking to a lizard on the wall. either way, the lizard isn't going to respond to him. ]

[oceiteres]

[ Blue's seen people talk to a lot of weird things. And she's seen some weird things talk back. Maybe not verbally, but anyway.

She's working on a soda when she hears the address, lifting her head and getting a glimpse of, well. All of that. She could just sit there in silence and see how this plays out, right? But... somehow it seems like maybe this person could use some help. ] I don't think he's feeling that chatty. [ She shrugs around her grip on the soda in her hands. ]

And you probably shouldn't talk to... [ She uses the soda to gesture. ] Strange lizards. [ She's bossy, this tiny little Blue creature! ]

[freckledninja]

02

[Being stalked is usually a very uncomfortable thing, especially when there's cameras involved. But that's not Mikey and he doesn't really seem to mind at all. Instead he notices being trailed, turns to the person who thought they were being oh so discreet and slick and... And shoots him the finger pistols before throwing an arm around him because that's how you build friendships! It's just paling around, right? YEAH!]

Hey, my man! You don't have to be shy! What's up?

[And as it turns out some people aren't as prepared as they thought they were to hang out with a giant mutated turtle so it sends that guy shuffling away in an embarrassed blur, hands over his face. His body was not ready. But at least he can tell the internet ALL ABOUT THIS LATER!!! But it does leave the turtle staring in the direction of that quick exit with a disappointed, almost heart broken look on his face.]

Noooooooooo! WE CAN BE FRIENDS! DON'T GO!

[And then he turns to the nearest person walking by]

Yo do. Do I smell bad? Do I gots the pizza breath?? Is that it??

03

[Mikey and the man who thought he'd be mugging him are having a very awkward stare down. The gunman looks very confused which mirrors Mikey's own confused expression. It stays that way for several moments before the turtle starts gesturing in a Hey I Dunno kind of way at the other guy.]

So, uh. We really doing this? I don't really got a wallet!

[You know that move in every piece of ninja turtles media where a turtle dodges via ducking their head into their shell? Mikey dodges a gunshot that way. The next shot is dodged by not even being there, the turtle disappearing in a puff of smoke and reappearing behind Shooty McBadIdea. And he just kinda. Grabs the gunman around the middle, holding his arms down in the best turtle hug he's got. Michelangelo is kinda short so it's actually kinda awkward and way less cool looking than it could be, as if subduing via spooning is ever that cool in the first place.]

Hey! You can't do that! That's super dangerous!

WILDCARD

[Insert your dream turtle meeting scenario here]

02

[fullmetalbrat]

[Ed...well, he is surprised to see a giant sentient turtle walking around in broad daylight, but he's still considerably less surprised than the average human. Which is to say he stands his ground and stares at Mikey for a long moment instead of screaming and running away.]

I... What's pizza??

Saitama | One-Punch Man

[heroforhobby]

03a. Maurtia Falls
Saitama was standing in the rain.

He would be standing inside dry somewhere if he had money to. He carried yen, so it wasn't taken here, and he isn't sure he has any funds from this strange new world. Unless the guy at the facility had told him otherwise? ...To be honest, he wasn't really paying attention when he was telling him stuff. He had tried to go into a café to just sit out the rain, but as soon as he set foot in the place the barista looked at him in such a way he immediately took that step back out into the rain.

People here weren't very friendly.

Oh, well.

He held his cape up over his head, letting the rain hit that and trickle down in front of him as he stood and waited for the weather to turn good or until he felt the need to finally find the place he would be living at for the time being.

--

03b. Maurtia Falls
The rain was now just a drizzle, but Saitama had other things to distract him from it. Namely, a group of 5 ruffians who started harassing him over, what he assumed, was his costume. He believed the person at the facility told him he could translate things people said with the phone or iPod or whatever they had gave him, but he just left it in his pocket. It was pretty clear they were itching to pick on someone, and it was going to be the foreigner.

Saitama didn't feel compelled to do anything about these guys, though. They wouldn't be able to harm him in anyway. He tried to walk away but they just kept crowding around him again, so he figured he'd just stand there, blank-faced, waiting for them to get bored or tire out.

However, to anyone seeing this situation from the outside it probably looked much more threatening than it was.

--

[Wildcard! Write any scenario you'd like]

3a.

[cutepoison]

Michael happens to be passing through Maurita Falls for a job, one he's glad he brought an umbrella for. There's a building and a space he's meant to have a look at and help redesign and restore. He'll even get to test out his powers a bit, help his surveying go a little faster, especially with the weather as dreary and wet as it's turned out to be. The less he spends outside the better.

Of course, he spots the bald man in a bright yellow costume with a white cape held above his head to shield him from the rain. He notes the somewhat blank expression or how he stands still as if waiting for something. He looks to the buildings around and wonders why he hasn't just... gone inside to wait? There is an awning a few buildings up they could wander to to wait it out. He just feels bad letting him stand there in the rain.

So he'll walk up and stand next to him, using his umbrella to keep the both of them dry. He smiles warmly at the other imPort. And, with a get-up like that, he's fairly sure that's what this man is. Michael doesn't seem too out of the ordinary all things considered. He's just in some normal looking clothes, business casual, but something he doesn't mind getting soaked on the edges. Long sleeves to hide his tattoos, including the one marking him as a Registered Hero to keep a lower profile, a baseball cap over his close-shaved head.

"Hi. Thought maybe your arms might be getting a little tired of holding your cape up."

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. He dodges out of the way before a fellow pedestrian can run into him.] Sorry!


[De Chima]

[Tomomi is not used to public attention. People avoid Enforcers, if they're recognized for what they are. The enthusiastic young man snapping pictures just put Tomomi on edge. He felt like he was going to be found out, his latent criminal status spread all over the net. The fact that there was no such thing as a "latent criminal" here didn't make him less nervous.]

Thank you, sir. [He raises a hand in front of the camera.] But- ah!
[He catches sight of a passerby, and turns to them.] There you are. Why don't we get going?

[This is a smile that says "please play along."]

De Chima

[caduceusvalkyrie]

[Angela had been wandering around the streets of this new city. She had had quite a hard time believing what she had been told had happened. Taken from her world and brought to a new one? Impossible.

She was almost lost in her thoughts when she heard a man speak in a way that seemed to be aimed at her. She brought herself back to the present and looked at the man in confusion and then took in the scene, she smiled as she looked back at the man and nodded.]

Of course. [Angela glanced to the man with the camera and gives a quick apologetic smile before returning her attention to the other man she was saving.]

Where did you have in mind?

Michael Scofield | Prison Break

[cutepoison]

01. Heropa

Once left to his own devices Michael decides to have a look around Heropa to familiarize himself with the small town that is now his home. He doesn't exactly stand out, no flashy costumes to speak of, but they were nice enough to at least give him a decent suit so he can feel somewhat like himself. It's still strange to be able to walk through a place and not have to look over his shoulder or wear a baseball cap to hide his face. Where the people are happy to see him and even go so far as to go out of their way to thank him. He'll smile warmly and somewhat sheepishly, shaking his head.

"Really, don't thank me, I only just arrived. I haven't done anything." He doesn't want to take any credit for whatever the local imPorts have done. Though when another fella speaks rather loudly about his distaste or concern for his city, Michael listens. He even seems a little worried, not necessarily for his own safety but what his arrival would mean for the safety of this city. Despite someone speaking up in favor of the imPorts, the mans words stick with him and set a knit in his brow.

He'll keep his head down and pass on by, letting their friends break things up before a fight starts. He'll slip into a local coffee shop and despite insisting on paying for his beverage and scone, he'll get his first order free. He flashes that heart-melting smile at the young woman, thanks her and heads to a table outside to enjoy the weather. It's not too warm, not too breezy so he can sit and go over everything he's been given or told thus far.

Long fingers spread out papers, opening his personal file to read the report. He focuses mainly on these new powers he's been given. He doesn't feel much different, it's strange to think he's been changed somehow. He pauses, eyes falling to his right wrist, just below a tattoo that says "cute poison" where his newest tattoo is hidden. Tipping his hand into the shade reveals a faint glow, barely there, though he can't forget the first time he saw it. Registered. For now, though he's not quite settled into this new role.

Not that he thinks he won't try to help. It's in his nature to do what he can to help people and if his job is to protect this world then he will. Though truth be told he doesn't have much of a choice and that's what doesn't sit right with him. He worries about his brother, about his nephew and the things he left behind, even if things are kind of fuzzy.

He turns back to the pamphlet he was given, reading about the Porter, or what happens back home. He reads about the places he could go to learn about his powers and decides to keep the information handy, folding it and tucking it into the pocket of his jacket.

He'll sit and sip his coffee, occasionally nibbling his scone and reading over things. He's got a paper he'll switch to. Though mostly he's content to enjoy his freedom, people watching and taking it all in.

If you happen to look his way and make eye-contact he'll smile and nod. If he recognizes you as an imPort he may even wave, or try to get your attention.

"Hi, excuse me, do you have a minute?" Bright, kind blue eyes are looking so very expectantly up at you, it's sort of hard to deny him. It's just a minute, he won't keep you long.

02. De Chima

When Michael decided to visit De Chima he was definitely not anticipating all the attention. Heropa had been friendly and warm, but this place was practically crawling with fans. He's kind enough to take some pictures, smiling and talking with the locals. He answers their awkward questions to the best of his ability before they're running off giggling. He's happy to make someone's day though, even if he doesn't feel like he deserves or has earned any of this.

At one point he's distracted with walking around when he hears someone call out to him. An excited kid starts running across the street towards him and doesn't see an oncoming bus. Micheal tries to warn the kid but the loud bus horn drowns him out. The kid is frozen like a deer in headlights and Michael swiftly reacts, running out to scoop the kid into his arms.

But it's too late. He was too slow to get him out of the way, but his body, his powers do exactly as they're meant to. He's glad it was basically a reflex action, how he and the kid he's hugging turn insubstantial so they pass right into the bus. It's a little awkward, standing from the shoulders up with a view of passengers feet and legs. He'll gently lead the frightened boy aside and to the sidewalk, where the bus full of people are just staring in disbelief.

Then just like that there's cheering and applauding and hoots of accomplishment. The wide-eyed boy hugs his legs and thanks him, apologizing through relieved tears. He ruffles his head.

"Make sure you look both ways next time okay? Where's your mom at?" Speaking of she comes rushing over and scoops up her son, thanking Michael and gently scolding her child. It's clear she was just frightened and worried about his safety.

Next thing he knows he's got more people shaking his hands and taking pictures and eventually he has to try and use his powers again just to slip out of the crowd and disappear into the nearest bar to get some quiet.

He'll sit down next to you and sigh, ordering a beer, which he gets on the house. The bartender doesn't make much more of it, but he did see what happened. He thanks the man and happily sips his beer, looking down the line at the imPort next to him.

"Is it always like this?"

03. Wildcard/Nonah

Michael had made the decision to go ahead and transfer to Nonah. The city had more going for it with his line of work. The mundane human job kind, not the superhero kind. Though he's sure he could find work doing the hero thing too if he wanted. He'd heard about the emergency notification system. Without really having a handle on his abilities though, he's not so sure he'd be much help. So he settles into moving into his own apartment, by himself. A nice town home with plenty of space and quiet for him to focus on what he's good at. Building and designing things. He's glad he can go back to just being an engineer and an architect, find some semblance of normalcy even if it does make him somewhat homesick.

He wishes he could call home. Talk to someone. Just hear Linc's voice and know that everything was okay.

When he's settled in he'll pop over and meet his neighbors. So Michael will be knocking on the door with a bottle of good, sweet wine with a ribbon tied around the neck and a bright, warm smile.


04. Choose your own!

[Will match prose or brackets! Send me a pm on this journal or catch me on plurk at AceOfSwords if you have any questions!]

2

[bindsthedead]

"More or less." Sabriel's drinking soda, rather than anything alcoholic- mostly because she's simply too young. Although old enough, apparently, to be recognized and praised by the barman for something called RISE.

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. ]

softly screaming, one

[protects_the_small]

[The obviously non-human stops Kel in her tracks, further, the confused look gets a sympathetic smile.]

Yes, that's all from official channels I'm afraid. Most anything else you have to learn by asking through unofficial means, or-[A wry look]-trial and error.

Uraraka Ochako | My Hero Academia

[urauraura]

City of Heropa

[Uraraka wasn't new to such comments. Going to Yuuei and being in the heroics department; she's sure there are many people who think about dangers and not being protected when powerless. It seems like she's going to have to work hard, even in a suddenly new environment.]

Ahh! I'm so nervous. A new place and it seems like I'm going to already have to work hard.

[She holds her drink in both hands with a smile.]

It's okay, I'll definitely do my best to protect everyone!

De Chima, Virginia

[She's not very used to be being followed. She had seen people talk to her when they recognized her from being involved in the villain incident back in Yuuei, but they never followed her. They greeted her and maybe asked for photos, but this was quite something else.

She tries to squeeze through the crowd, trying to get a moment of respite.] Excuse me! Uhm, I need to get through.

[She ponders about maybe using her zero gravity powers and get more distance by taking a higher altitude to get away. She just wants to go window shopping though!]

Wildcard

[If there's a different prompt/scenario you'd like to play out, I'm all game!]

Frisk | Undertale

[gainedlove]

De Chima, Virginia

[Some people (most people, really) would be put off by the attention. Frisk, however, by all accounts seems delighted by it. They're smiling, waving making faces--they even walk right up to one of the bolder fans to start talking to them]

[Sadly, this was a mistake. But not for Frisk, mind; no, the mistake was when this poor young man, in all innocence, asked this small child if they thought Kotetsu and Godot made a good pair.]

[Photos and tabloid articles are everywhere. Tables have been taken over. There are spreadsheets. It has been two hours and they still aren't done schooling this poor man.]

An' here, see? These two boys--they're super great for each other! See, he's totally in love, you don't got a face like that at somebody an' don't love them!

[Frisk is pointing at a picture of Kaworu and Shinji together. Someone, for the love of god, stop them before it goes any further.]

Maurtia Falls, Pennsylvania

[While the adults are running from shelter to shelter, or hurrying along underneath umbrellas, Frisk is taking advantage of the severe lack of adult supervision to engage in the universal childhood pastime of puddle-jumping.]

[They've got galoshes and a trim little rain jacket on with the hood properly up, but their pants are already clearly soaked through as they laugh and jump from puddle to puddle trying to make the biggest splash they can manage. Frisk is considerate enough to try and keep anyone else from getting caught in their play, but accidents happen and you happen to hurry past at just the wrong moment to catch a particularly large wave of water all over your feet.]

Oh--! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get you!

Maurtia Falls

[bindsthedead]

Oh, don't worry, it's fine! [Sabriel's wearing a raincoat herself- and her current outfit is one she doesn't mind getting wet.]

You should be careful though- this city isn't the safest place.

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...

1

[bindsthedead]

It's fine, please don't- [The person Sophie just bumped into is tall, unnaturally pale and... carrying a sword? It sticks out all the more given her rather normal looking attire. Sabriel looks over at the person she just bumped into- young, and very obviously an imPort, judging by her clothing- and offers a reassuring smile.]

It's all right, really. I know it can be a lot to get used to.

Veera "MK" Suominen | Orphan Black

[oves]

NETWORKS & STUFF

[ Guess what, all the electronic devices around you are suddenly out of control! They all showcase a sheep masked person behind a rather psychedelic, computer generated background. ]

Hello.

[ She just stares for an entire minute before cutting the communication.

Yep.

That's that.

Bye. ]

NO MATTER THE CITY

[ MK can be found on the darkest corners of bars, parks and anywhere that looks remotely desolate. Always behind a laptop, fingers flying as she mutters something in a language that's clearly not English, completely oblivious to her surroundings. She wants to be alone, which is rather obvious due to her choice of location, but if anyone happens to wander by and notice her... well, she's not going to react to them anytime soon. Better take the first step? But beware, she's not the friendliest person ever.

Still, anyone that gets a peek on her screen will see how she's basically going through every single network post and news article ever, in quick succession. MK doesn't mess around. ]

WILDCARD

[ Because sometimes even MK can be found walking, sitting on a bench, having iced tea or being a complete antisocial in a crowded place. Throw me a curveball. ]

network.

[commorient]

[ Beth recognizes this voice even without the accompanying visuals, shaky hands retrieving her phone from a coat pocket as quickly as she can manage. That accent. The glimpse of a mask. The singular hello of the person who helps and haunts her, a ghost in this shifting world.

A friend.

Shoving her sunglasses up and pulling her thinning hair with it, she squints at the screen. Her words are almost a hiss, furtive even in the sunny crowds of Heropa. There are too many people here. And there are always enemy eyes, as MK herself regularly intimated.]

What the hell are you doing?

Ivan Karelin | Tiger & Bunny | heaven or hell let's rock with this old set of mismatched icons

[helperidese]

(01 - out of costume)

The man's words sting, reminding him of the anti-NEXT sentiment that still cropped up in Sternbild from time to time. Ivan walks past him and those like him, careful not to look at them. It isn't cowardice, though he seems to shrink back as if wincing from painful memories; it's that his own eyes burn with the frustration of secret identities and being unable to champion his own cause. #notallimports

His name and his manner of dress still make him targets even out of costume. The Russian name and the jacket emblazoned with "JAPAN" on the back is really... really distinctly un-American. He's faced more than his fair share of discrimination without the heroism factored in.

But even then... Even then, he has a duty. Even far from home, a Hero's job is to protect people, no matter the cost and no matter how bigoted they are. Ivan raises his head to smile at an imPort supporter, hoping the sentiment can be conveyed -- thank you for believing in Heroes.


(02 - in costume)

Origami Cyclone poses extravagantly for his own pictures and throws out wild promises like a politician. "As a new imPort, this humble ninja will do his best to protect everyone in this fair country!"

But he is also a professional photobomber. Whether one likes it or not, they'll find a helmet in the corner of the frame, a shuriken passing through, or if they're really lucky, he will simply drop into the frame as someone is posing with a fan, usurping the photo-op completely.

As a new character being introduced by a narrator, he may even exclaim, "Enter: Origami Cyclone!"


(00 - WILDCARD)

helena | orphan black

[pesticide]

ｎｅｔｗｏｒｋ ] [ｖａｒｉａｔｉｏｎ ｕｎｄｅｒ ｎａｔｕｒｅ

( it may come as no surprise to some, but when helena's face appears on the screen she is eating. there's a pile of small cookies sitting in front of her, and there's little time taken to pause ( or even really chew ) as she shovels one after the other into her mouth. a very attractive sight, to be sure. that said, she has quite an important question to ask, and while she doesn't stop chewing or wait to swallow, she does brush the crumbs off of her fingers.

lovely. )

How do you use this? ( she asks, words heavily accented and leaving no chance of missing her ukranian nationality. she holds up a hoverboard, turning her head to squint at it curiously again before drawing her attention back to her announcement. ) I have three bruises already. Please explain.

( she then drops the board back next to her cookie pile, blinking a few times as she picks up another cookie. then there's a brief grin, she shoves the food into her mouth, and then promptly cuts her transmission. )

ｍａｕｒｔｉａ ｆａｌｌｓ ] [ ｇｏｖｅｒｎｅｄ ａｓ ｉｔ ｗｅｒｅ ｂｙ ｃｈａｎｃｅ

( rain has a remarkable ability to dampen just about anybody's mood. her usually distinguishable fuzzy blonde hair now hangs limp from her head, sticking to her forehead and neck and making helena even more irritable than she had been previously. it's bad enough being so new to everything without being caught in the middle of a storm too boot, and she's trying to find somewhere to hole up and take cover for a while when she ducks into an alley.

helena sticks out like a sore thumb, more so than usual as she draws her coat tighter around her neck and scowls her way down towards the dingy looking bar, and the whole area is just rough enough to have her gearing up for an incident. as it happens this incident occurs just a few feet from the entrance, a hand lands on her shoulder and without even taking a moment to see who it is helena takes hold of the wrist, twists sharply and then yanks before she even so much as turns to see the person intruding on her personal space.

sorry if you're friendly. or like a non-sprained wrist. )

ｍｉｓｃｅｌｌａｎｅｏｕｓ ] [ ｃｅｒｔａｉｎ ａｇｏｎｙ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｂａｔｔｌｅｆｉｅｌｄ

( feeling one of the other prompts? got an idea in mind? randomise me something, i'm game! if you want to run something by me first, a pm or pp to sharknado @ plurk always goes down swell )

Network

[newwaver]

You don't.

[I mean. Unless she wants more bruises. He's assuming she doesn't, but it's always hard to say when it comes to Helena.]

rosita espinosa | the walking dead.

[pejoratives]

Mauritia Falls.

( Rain seemed fitting enough, given what the weather was doing before she got here. She doesn't even remember falling asleep, just that desperate press of bodies as they tried to hold the barn doors shut in the face of walkers and the storm. She's drenched, standing as she watches the rain fill up a water bottle that she's got with her, a messy R on the lid that's shoved in the pocket of her shorts. In her hands there's a gun, and still as she might seem, she is tense - hypervigilant.

The sight of a person walking towards her, rather than dragging and shambling and whatever the hell pretentious way there might be to describe the walker crawl makes her tense up. There was no way in hell she was heading into a bar, and she wasn't eager to miss a chance to grab water while she can.

Rosita has exactly no concerns in turning her gun on someone, no matter if they're antagonistic or a little more innocent.

a. There is suddenly a gun in your face. ) Walk away. Now.

( b. Or the second option is that there is not a gun being stuck in the face of someone who was trying to mug you - or right behind their ear, more specifically. She doesn't say anything, there is only the quiet click of a safety being turned off. )


Wildcard me!

Because I'm lazy! 8Db

Maurtia Falls

[notsheepish]

Uh...

[Ruby freezes, looking surprised but not particularly intimidated to be honest. There's a pause wherein she is likely reconsidering the suggestion she once received to move to another city because of the crime rates in this one though.]

Look, if you're trying to rob me, I've only got like 4 bucks and a coupon for an ice cream cone on me.

Malms Vovokosi | FF14 OC

[tactical_lalafel]

02

[Sitting at a table outside a cafe, nursing what the waitress called 'Dr. Pepper' and working his way through a sandwich the size of his head, Malms tries not to flinch too obviously when people point some strange piece of magi- no, they call it 'technology' here, at him. Just because everything Allag and Garlemand build seems designed to destroy something doesn't mean that's the case here.

He eyes a group of children, clustered outside the cafe's fenced patio, trying (and failing) to look inconspicuous as they stare at the tiny imPort. Smiling, he waves to them.]

Hello! You don't need to hide, unless you think the waitress is going to kick you out.

03

[Malms sits perched on a phone book balanced on one of the stools in a bar that reminded him uncomfortably of the Coffer & Coffin the night after the Sultana's poisoning, wondering how to get out of the situation without having to light someone on fire.

He'd come in here to get out of the rain, and had almost been kicked right back out before the bouncer had seen the glow of the imPort mark on his wrist. Now, the barkeep was pointedly ignoring him after overcharging him for a frankly mediocre beer, and the group around the pool table was whispering in that way groups of people did when working their way up to something stupid. Sighing inwardly, he lets his hand rest on Stardust, its anima flaring to life as aether flows between them.]

Please don't. Fire magic is tricky in the rain, and the conjurers tell me steam burns are hard to heal.

[He wishes he could make his voice sound more menacing, but back home he hadn't really needed to anymore...]

02

[wifeonmars]

[M'gann looks over from where she's waiting in line for her (extremely sugary) drink, and immediately marks the speaker as an imPort. Those ears are definitely not human.]

Better be careful. You might find yourself with a fan club.

beth childs | orphan black

[commorient]

WHEREVER.

[ beth childs is day drinking. not a terrible amount, mind you, but enough. for now. seated at some bar, she finishes another beer, leaving a plate of pub food largely untouched. the unknown makes her nauseous.

life makes her nauseous, as of late.

she catches the arm of someone walking past, expression scrunching awkwardly in its uncertainty. ]

Sorry. I'm, uh, thinking about moving here. [ it's a weak conversation starter, and she knows it. she's a better cop than liar. and even her professional skills have waned under duress and drink. ] Is this neighborhood nice? Safe? For families. Y'know, Kids.

[ that's better, more believable, for a woman her age. maybe if paul was like before. as he was when she met him. if it were possible. ]

NETWORK.

What's the return policy on superpowers?

[ her life is already weird enough!!! ]

i am so sorry in advance

[coppelganger]

[ Sarah is no stranger to day drinking. In fact, lately, she's been drinking quite a lot. She moves between the different cities, frequents different bars—mostly out of some bizarre desire to let Alison keep her good name, a little bit because she just likes to be on the move.

Anyway, the point is that she's here, in this bar, and here's someone grabbing her arm and making conversation, and her first thought, before anything else, is: That's bullshit. Who goes to a bar and asks about a nice, safe neighborhood for their family? Why not go to a bloody Applebee's or something? Christ.

Then she catches a real glimpse of the woman's face and freezes in place. ]

Uh.

[ #nailedit ]

Ichigo Kurosaki | Bleach (oh god I am incredibly rusty also spoilers for recent manga chapters)

[suppressthedark]

[He'd finally managed to wake up his hollow side, and land one hell of a hit on Ywach. Pride swelled in his chest for a moment - a sense of elation that he allowed himself to feel, even though he knew the man would probably come back, stronger than ever.

But then...it was like he blinked, and suddenly he was waking up in a new place - still transformed, somehow - and panic set in. What the hell had just happened?! What about the fight, about Ywach - oh god, what about Inoue?! She'd been left behind, if he'd been suddenly abducted-!!

But his protests ultimately didn't mean much (neither did his threats), and he found himself, still transformed, walking around looking pissed off, grumpy, and ultimately worried as hell, a wide hole in his chest and a bone white sword at his side.]

02-a

[So there turned out to be a lot less freaking out than he expected. The bad thing? There were a lot of people interested in taking pictures of him and following him around like he was some kind of circus freakshow.

And by god, it was pissing him off.

He hadn't quite gotten the hang of balancing out his quincy and hollow sides yet, so trying to undo the transformation could lead to possibly horrible results - results he really didn't want to test out. But that meant he had to wander around the streets of some city he'd never seen before (but very clearly american, that much was clear) looking like he'd just stumbled out of hell half dressed.

Honestly, he'd expected people to stay away out of fear, but instead....]

....Go find someone else to take pictures of, already.

[Grumbling at one of the people following him, he scowled even harder (if such a thing was possible), reaching down and breaking off a bit of his tattered sandals. Sometime during the fight, he'd completely wrecked them and didn't even notice. Maybe there was a store somewhere that he could get some new ones?

And then someone in the following crowd asked about...shipping? What???]

Why the hell should I care?

[This, as Ichigo was going to find out, was the wrong answer.

A few minutes later, one could find the boy fending off frenzied questions and people taking as pictures and videos as they could, with his voice rising above the din in loud, aggravated confusion:]

Just leave me alone already!

02-b

[Some time after he manages to get away from the rushing crowd, Ichigo just tries to find somewhere quiet to sit. That somewhere quiet ends up being a park, near a playground; and despite him assuming he must look pretty scary right now, he ends up being approached by nearby children anyway.

Thankfully, they're less awful than all the adults he'd met - they're just curious about his horn, his eye, and the hole in his chest. Although he does have to keep removing one kid's hand from going inside it. If someone comes on the scene, they'd find him explaining to a worried looking child while another basically tries to climb all over him.]

No, it's alright. It doesn't hurt - I mean, it feels a little weird if someone touches the inside, but I can - Oi, oi, kid! Don't try to put your head in there, come on! - I can breathe and do other stuff just fine. My eye's alright too, so don't worry - A-Ah, hey, that horn's attached to me! It hurts if you tug on it! Sheesh...

[Not many people would think the same guy who ended up yelling at all those people before and who looked so pissed off would be so gentle with children, and yet...he is. And...it helps, despite everything - even though he's still worried about back home, the kids are taking his mind off things.

...Prolly could use some help with the kid who's determined to try out the strength of his horn by dangling off of it, tho.]

WILDCARD

[hit me with your best shot!]

2a hi c:

[earnedmystripes]

[Somewhere, amidst all the questions and pictures, some other guy's voice is audible over the crowd, saying something about spotting some popular superhero in the vicinity, perhaps on a date.

He's bullshitting, but it also has the desired effect--the crowd disperses aggressively, giving Ichigo a moment of blessed peace. Just one is left behind, and that one approaches the guy who was being hassled just moments ago.]

Let's get outta here before those guys realize they've been had, eh?

Panda | We Bare Bears

[babyhater]

Heropa

[Panda was really uncomfortable in this weird new human body. He didn't like how he was forced to get a job without even asking him if he would like one. But worse of all? He had no idea where his brothers are or even if they're here. Not even the cool new powers and the free housing wouldn't be enough to make up for the lack of family.

Still, Heropa seemed like a nice town, and hey, people were giving him free drinks! Panda happily takes any free samples that he could get. He was just outside enjoying a drink when suddenly someone started complaining at him about the imPorts. All the sudden all the stress of this whole situation gets to him as he starts to tear up because of it.

Yeah he's started crying into his bubble tea because some stranger yelled at him, even with someone coming to his defense. He is an adult.]

De Chima

[Honestly he couldn't decide if the people fawning over him and following him was better or worse. On one hand hey, positive attention! But on the other hand he keeps feeling like he's being judged and he can't get any sort of alone time here.

When he starts noticing that someone is following him particularly closely, Panda starts freaking out a bit and starts walking faster until he eventually grabs a nearby person in an attempt to get help.]

Please, do you know how to get people to stop following you?

Heropa

[glitterateur]

[You know what Mabel is not used to seeing on her way home from the candy store? A grown man crying into his bubble tea. The angry imPort haters are kind of par for the course-- not that the angry rant lasts very long after Mabel turns her carebear stare on him.

With that jerk taken care of Mabel turns her attention to operation cheer up this random dude. ]

I'm sorry that guy was the worst! I promise people aren't all like that, I bet he was just super jealous of your drink! Here--!

[And she takes a bag of gummy dinosaurs out of the pocket of her sweater and offers it to him. Taking candy from strangers is okay when it's the kid giving it out to the adult, probably.]