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[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 there's only one rule in Test Drive Meme Club: 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, while others might not say anything -- but if you have something nasty to say, better not say anything at all, right? But on closer inspection of these Silent Stanleys and Stellas, you might notice that some people actually back away from any imPort who quite obviously looks like they aren't "from around the neighborhood". Once in a while, you may hear a voice raised:

"Can you believe they have the nerve to show their faces? I heard they were responsible for the monsters that caused earthquakes in Philadelphia!"

Of course, for every claim, there's a rebuttal; you may well hear a competing voice arguing, "No way, they fought those things! It wasn't their fault!"

ImPorts are a divisive issues, even in pretty Heropa.

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 very presence. Look at you! Organic wonder! 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. The imPort craze is at an all-time high, and you may find yourself cornered by overzealous imPort fans, media wannabes and opportunists alike, shoving cameras in your face.

Their questions are likely to be fairly mundane, however; get ready for an interview about your taste in romantic partners, personal underwear choices, favourite foods, and more!

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 bound to find a few people who decide that the only proper welcome for an imPort is a nice set of knuckles to the face.

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. You may find yourself in the midst of a few closed-off streets for some occasion or another - whether it be a food cart festival, no-car day, or something else! - and surrounded by the hum of people, the waft of food being served on the street, and plenty of attention

Look there -- someone's demoing a VR roller coaster! Won't you give it a shot?

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Roronoa Zoro | One Piece

[santouryuu]

i. heropa

[You know what doesn't go well? Trying to get directions to a place that doesn't exist in the universe you're currently in. There are some very hapless soldiers who just spent about fifteen minutes attempting to explain to a very disgruntled, very lost pirate that no, there is no such thing as the Grand Line here, there are in fact seven continents, and the oceans are called the Atlantic and the Pacific.

So what's a pirate supposed to do with no money, no crew, and no clue? Obviously, the answer is to hole up in the nearest place offering free drinks to new imPorts. It's almost enough to make up for the whole "wrong universe" thing, but only almost. He's still feeling pretty sour about it, but the alcohol helps just enough not to actively glower at anyone who comes nearby.

...Not enough not to snap at whoever was unfortunate enough to bump into him, though.]

Oi, watch where you're goin', dumbass!

ii. maurtia falls

[How did Zoro end up in Pennsylvania without Porter access? Some questions are better left unanswered.

At any rate, some of those knuckle-sandwich offering locals are about to discover that they have made a Mistake by causing a fuss in the general vicinity of where a guy with three swords was trying to nap.]

You're an eyesore. Buzz off.

[Clearly, the locals have received a few too many knuckles to the head, because they don't back off immediately, but by the time that third sword is in Zoro's mouth, they seem to get the message that this is not an imPort to be fucking with and skedaddle.]

Che, damn cowards.

[He turns to you then, poor beleaguered fellow imPort]

You hurt?

iii. nonah

[A new city, a new adventure...!

Or: that awkward moment when you're looking for a place to find good booze and you suddenly discover imPortmania via small children climbing on you like you're a tree and tugging at your swords and asking five million questions, as children do, regardless of how much they're told yes those are real swords, and they are not toys do you stupid brats want to get yourselves killed???

Regardless of all the hot air, though, he's actually...handling them fairly gently. He doesn't try to shake them off or anything, even when they start pulling on his hair or earrings--though he does yell. Uh, loudly.]

--Ow!! You goddamn little monsters, get offa me! I'm not a tree!

[This, of course, is just met with peals of more childlike laughter. Mayday, mayday, someone please save this poor pirate.]

ii

[heroforhobby]

[Saitama was definitely unhurt. Those guys had been regular people, nothing would have happened to him, but he supposed by just standing there with a blank face as they harassed him made it look like he was in danger to an outsider. But, then again, Saitama had been in his yellow costume and white cape, that should have made it obvious he wasn't in danger, right?

But still, out of everything that just happened, there was just one thing on his mind.]

You had a sword in your mouth.

Kidou Yuuto | Inazuma 11

[tacticianing]

Heropa

[Comments fly around, referencing events he's completely oblivious too. Kidou remains impassive as he walks, listening as hard as he can to try to glean events and context as fast as possible. Earthquakes. ImPorts. Some major event happened here, but all he's got are occasional clues. After some wandering across streets, he starts paying more and more attention to the people around, listening. This is important; it's going to involve him whether or not he knows about it. It would be foolish to not get a narrative of events.

To that goal, he turns to someone who seems to have some reaction - and therefore, possibly some idea.]

Monsters?

Nonah

["Hey, kid. You're gonna have to take those off."

Kidou looks at the woman. She's in her mid twenties, he's not the best judge. Simple hair tie, nothing fancy, very plain clothes. A tshirt with a logo and jeans. Perfect for summer, but not quite as official as he'd expect from a representative of a company demonstrating technology. Odd. Is this how America does things?

It's hard to make out his exact reactions with his eyes hidden, but Kidou's eyebrows furrow. "These?" he asks neutrally. That could easily be referring to his goggles, in which case-

"Yeah. You can't wear the helmet if you've got those goggles on."

Ah, yes, as he suspected. In which case, he's got no further interest in this demo. ...he turns to the next person in line.]

You can go ahead. I changed my mind.

[This line was five minutes when he wandered in, and it's now closer to fifteen. Is he really sacrificing his spot just because of this?]

Heropa

[freckledninja]

What about monsters?

[He wasn't really paying attention to the gossip so he's caught off guard, looking around the area for the Monsters and not finding a single one]

I don't see any. Are they invisible? I fought invisnemies before I can handle that just lemme. Try to figure out where they're at.

Doc Rusty Venture | Venture Bros

[musclemothers]

NOTE: yes, these prompts are recycled!! I'm still voicetesting as I finalize whether or not to app!

o1 ; Heropa

[When Rusty is unceremoniously dumped in Heropa, he doesn't waste any time spending absolutely zero time looking where he's going, and mashing his little video watch with the sort of single-minded focus usually found in people trying to make the elevator go faster. Will pushing a little button make it work any more than it is? No. Is he going to do it anyway? Absolutely.]

Hello? Hatred? Come in, Hatred. What do I even pay you for if you won't pick up?

[Okay, take two. If his bodyguard won't protect him, he can always bully his sons into doing it for him.]

Boys? Boys? [He lets out a derisive scoff, rapping his knuckles against the face of the watch, though his eyes are still on it, and not where he's going.]

o2 ; De Chima

[He had been about to dismiss the people crowding him until he realized that they want to talk to him. Most people need help getting away from the reporters, but Rusty? Rusty can't get enough.]

What -- you want to talk to me? [His demeanor changes almost immediately, his horrifying slouch straightening up until only his neck is slouching (a moment's bolstering of the ego isn't enough to change decades of bad posture) and he shines his nails against his shirt as he launches into a diatribe of,] Well, you see, I am a super-scientist. Thus the suit. You see, I've been the creator of many incredible devices back home - none of which made it here, of course, or else I would show you a few samples - and even have contracts with the most -- what? You want to know what colour my underwear is?

[He leans forward, leering at the female reporter who had been addressing him, one of his very prominent eyebrows rising into an unsubtle arch.]

Well, why don't you come on over to my place and find out...? I haven't been there yet, but we could discover it... together.

[Yikes.]

o3; Maurtia Falls

[What do you get when you put a guy who calls himself a super-scientist, walking around in a onesie, absolutely failing to hide his imPort status whatsoever and, moreover, looking downright cocky about it?

You get a grown man curled pitifully on the ground, arms over his head, as he gets the shit kicked out of him.

You could save him. Or you could join in. He probably deserves it.]

3!

[hjack69]

[ Buddy Holly specs (their lamer cousin, actually) and a friggin' onesie. It's probably good that the shit-kicking gets done early on for this guy, Jack figures, because it was bound to happen sooner or later. Normally he'd be happy to let the matter sort itself out Darwinism style, but he could really use the hero cred - didn't he hear some super scientist crap earlier anyway? Totally worth his time. He strikes his most hands-on-the-hips heroic pose possible. ]

Alright, kiddos, high school's over. Split.

[ Only some of them ignore him completely. Like one guy bothered looking over. At him! One guy! Normally Jack would amend this by putting a couple rounds in everybody who wasn't paying attention, but this isn't Hyperion turf. He'll have to be careful. Classy.

Subtle.

Which is why he gets louder, of course. ]

Yyyyyeah, I don't think you fellas heard me right. [ He hooks a thumb over his shoulder. ] I said piss off.

[ or what, someone please say it oh god please say 'or what' this one-liner is just BEGGING to be used oh man ]

Kiyama "Gran" Hiroto | Inazuma Eleven

[starlinings]

01. Heropa

[The entire spiel about being dragged here through what can only be described as time and space was nothing new to this boy. He'd certainly had his fair share of that sort of topic and experience. And truth be told, he'd dealt with far weirder. But he is surprised to hear that this is still Earth, and more importantly, America.

It's a lot more balmy than he thought it'd be.

Strolling through the streets, you might see him decked out in a rather odd outfit, passerby watching him as he walks past without even batting an eye. Isn't he hot in that? What kind of person (is it a person?) wears this?

The rumors catch his interest, but if he's at all bothered by the subject matter, he certainly doesn't show it. After all, he wants to put on a good impression here, doesn't he? Not that it does anything to stop the citizens. Whispers seem to populate the air around him, his own smile forming as he walks up to the nearest person on the side of the road.]

Seems I've attracted quite a bit of attention.

04. Maurtia Falls

[The city reeked of crime. Every street seemed to posess its own danger, and someone who might even have the hint of looking lost was going to be in for a world of trouble. Thankfully, Gran is anything but frightened at this, walking down the streets in a rather peculiar outfit and hairstyle as if he hadn't a care in the world. It's all about how you present yourself after all.

But the weather certainly could've presented itself a little nicer, if he had to be honest. The sky opened up, rain pouring down within minutes of his arrival to the city, his eyes cast up and looking at the heavens.

Shame. What he'd give for a clear sky.]

Guess I'll have to find an umbrella.

[You're not too worried about this? Well, okay then.]

1

[monge]

[There's probably a bunch of people at the side of the road, and Komasan is probably not the one he walked up to. He's kind of short and easy to miss after all, even with the whole bipedal flaming dog monster thing.

But he is there, standing around and licking a cone of soft serve ice cream, absentmindedly answering his comment as if he spoke to him anyway.]

Who's attracting attention, zura?

[...Very absentmindedly.]

princess allura | voltron legendary defender

[juniberries]

Maurtia Falls A
[A long, floor length dress may be an appropriate outfit in Altean court, or even on a flying castle that doubles as a spaceship, but it's certainly not the best thing to wear on a rainy day. But when you're brought in with very few items on your person, and are used to wearing dresses during your down time, it seemed like a far more appropriate outfit than the space suit she had been brought in wearing.

Allura's acquired an umbrella at least, from some woman who had tried to take advantage of her newness by attempting to selling it to her for a much higher price than appropriate, but after a stare down and some haggling, Allura managed to purchase it at half the price. Her free hand it holding her skirt up in an attempt to mitigate the mud accumulating at its hem, but it's...beyond saving at this point.

The princess sighs, looking up through the clear plastic of her umbrella at the downpour, and the grumblings of the four space mice perched on her shoulder flit in and out of her head.]

You're right. We certainly didn't have weather like this in Altea. [One of the mice chatters audibly, and she laughs.

To anyone within her vicinity, they'll probably see a regal looking, pointy-eared woman with four mice on her shoulder talking to herself. Probably...not the best first impression.]

But you must admit, it is better than falling rocks.

Maurtia Falls B
[A bar is probably the last place a Princess should be, but it's the nearest shelter Allura can find to duck into when the rain truly gets too much to bear. Even with the umbrella, she finds herself soaked through her dress, and the promise of a dry place to sit and maybe even get a drink is something she can't really pass up.

She sticks out like a sore thumb among the local patrons. Not only due to, well, her being an alien, but simply due to her demeanor and choice of dress. But she ignores their stares, taking a seat at the bar.]

A glass of Nunvill, if you please! [The bartender glares at her, noticing an obvious imPort when he sees one, and he's about to say something in mockery at her request when he notices four mice scurry down from her shoulder and onto the bar, heading straight for the bowl of peanuts.]

Hey! No vermin!

[Allura looks at him, utterly offended.]

I beg your pardon, but those are my friends!

[But the bartender has made up his mind, both about the crazy pointy eared lady and her mice friends, and he goes to grab a large, menacing looking boot in an attempt to squash her mice. Allura moves quickly to defend her friends, grabbing the man's arm midswing with...a surprising amount of strength, and the mice scurry away in fear much to the disgust of the other patrons who are starting to get rowdy. The bartender, shaking off his surprise at the display of strength, attempts to wrench his arm from the young woman's vice-like grip, but to no avail.

Someone should...perhaps intervene before it escalates.]

Nonah
[There's something...oddly nostalgic about the street fair she finds herself in the midst of. Not that she's ever partaken in Earthling activities before, so the experience itself is a new one, but...in a way, with the bustling activity and the high amount of energy, it reminds Allura much of the various bazaars Altea used to have during the warmer months.

The food, of course, is vastly different, but it all smells so...well, no wonder the paladins complain of Altean cuisine. Earthling food is certainly more aromatic in comparison.

She has no idea where to start with all this new cuisine at her disposal, so she's...kind of holding up the line to a food truck, trying to decide between at least five different kinds of tacos.]

Nonah

[starlinings]

[The person standing just behind Allura doesn't seem to mind, patiently looking at the menu himself as she makes her decision. Five different kinds of tacos when you were so new to cuisine like this...he can definitely relate.

The people behind them, however, don't seem quite so generous. Sure, imPorts were well liked in Nonah, and they were always willing to accommodate, but in their eyes, there's nothing wrong with getting back in line after the first one, right? So while keeping their mouths shut and checking their phones, Gran can't help but notice the slight unease and impatience starting to be sown through the line.

He takes a step forward, speaking with a voice almost soft enough to be a whisper.]

It's tough deciding, isn't it? I'll admit I'm having the same problem.

[His eyes cast up at her, moving to stand by her side rather than just behind her.]

We could get two each, and then compare with each other.

Simon Illyan | Vorkosigan Saga | any city

[unclassifiable]

[It took approximately an hour  for Simon to swap his military undress greens for some bland, unremarkable Earth-style civilian clothes, procure maps of all the Porter cities, burn his file, and dump the last six months of three separate newspapers on to his memory chip to sort through later.

But now he was standing on a carefully scouted street, out of the way of anything but light foot traffic. An entirely plain looking man of about thirty, brown hair, brown eyes, non-threateningly short and slim. He has a map spread out between his hands, and he looks up when he hears someone approach, smiling wryly.]

Excuse me, I'm a little lost. Could you lend me some assistance?

[You may feel strongly compelled to agree, a sense of calm sweeping over you. ]

((OOC: Simon is testing out his hypnosis powers! He won't do anything worse than ask some invasive questions. If your character has some sort of power that would counteract his power I am totally open to that, bring it. ))

[freckledninja]

Always happy to help, my man. What's up?

[He would have helped anyway but at least this way his loudness has been turned down a few notches.]

eleven | stranger things

[bleedings]

a - Nonah

[ There is a small girl. At first glance you might think small boy, because her hair is buzzed almost to the scalp, and she's wearing a boy's jacket, but under the jacket is a pink—dirty, now, but still pinkish, at least—dress. One of the arms of the jacket is smeared with drying blood, and the girl's face and neck and hands are stained with old dirt and sweat.

Understandably, people are keeping their distance, but then El stops at a food cart, staring intently at the fried foods on display. Specifically at what appears to be ice cream wrapped in toasted waffles, with some kind of syrup drizzled over everything. She really, really wants those waffles, clearly, but she stands a bit apart from the line of customers, waiting.

As soon as the guy running the truck has placed a waffle/ice cream concoction on the stand, El darts forward, snatches the plate, and takes off down the street, all before anyone can really react. When someone does take off after her, his feet seem to tangle up, and he lands hard on the ground.

Coincidence, right? Either way, she isn't stopping, and she seems to be headed right for you. ]

b - De Chima

[ El doesn't like all the people. She doesn't like the way they look at her, expecting something, or the way they take her picture, flash flash flash, without warning. She doesn't like their questions, either. Can't understand half of them. What are brands? What's "imPort relations"? She does have one answer for them, though, when they ask about her favorite food. ]

Eggos.

[ Then there's another camera flash, and she winces. Help a kid out? ]

c - Maurtia Falls

[ The rain does a good job of rinsing off some of the grime she's collected lately, but it also means there are far less people on the streets. When El rounds a corner, she finds herself facing a group of older guys, ones who are either very unhappy—or the opposite, depending on your point of view—to find an imPort walking around. When El refuses to say anything to them, just stares unblinking, it seems to spur them on, making them laugh and come closer.

One of the guys circles around, behind El, and starts to flick her on the head with his long fingers. They don't seem willing to beat up on a child, even an imPort child, but that doesn't mean they can't give her a hard time. Flick, flick, flick. Three times exactly, and then—

It might be hard, at first, to tell what's happening. The guy is suddenly yelling, a high-pitched near-scream, and clutching his dominant hand to his chest. The fingers are all twisted, broken, and suddenly all of the guys are yelling in mingled fear and pain, as El tilts her head, not moving but somehow pushing them against the nearest building with much more force than any twelve year old should possess, and holding them there. ]

No, [ is all she says. ]

c

[heroforhobby]

[She'll feel a hand fall gently to her shoulder, firm but not dangerously so, so hopefully she won't try to do anything psychic on him. It most likely wouldn't hurt him, but it would be a little annoying to be thrown across the street into a building.]

I think they've learned their lesson, don't you?

laurel healy | braindead

[factualrecord]

(a. heropa)

[Laurel is so, so sick of divisive issues. It’s not fair, she thinks, that not only has she been kidnapped into what people are telling her is some kind of alternate dimension, but that she also has to continue to put up with petty political arguments. About her! Apparently!

Or not, as she passes by a pair chatting talking about the latest exploits of one Ronald Chump. That’s it, that’s the last straw, and she sits down heavily on the curb outside of one of the shops. ]

Ohhh my god I’m losing my mind. I’ve lost it, it’s gone, goodbye.

[And now she’s talking to herself. Cool. Cool, cool. Laurel massages her temples and looks balefully up at the window, where a nice young man who doesn’t deserve to have her staring so sadly at him is hanging up a FREE DRINKS 4 IMPORTS! sign. ]

…those better be the adult kind.

(b. nonah)

[She has not actually lost her mind. Apparently. Laurel refuses to think about what the connection might be between all this and the things going on with the Washington she’s from, or what Gustav would have to say about all this nanite business.

Instead she focuses on investigating the happening spots in her new community. Laurel waves off the attention that being an imPort gives her— she throws out “no comments” like an expert, a woman raised with media training— and instead hovers around the VR station and bothers people finishing up with the roller coaster with questions.]

How was the video quality? Was the sound okay?

[Think of the possibilities that this could open up for wholly interactive documentary films.]

b!

[primadovea]

[ Mint takes off the VR helmet, her two little hairbuns somehow perfectly intact and not messy from helmet hair. And, at Laurel's questions, Mint...just looks confused. ]

What exactly do you mean by 'video quality'?

[ She's from the early 2000s, okay? Everything looks like it was filmed by a potato. ]

illya kuryakin | tmfu

[nickovitch]

01: Heropa

Illya sticks out like a sore thumb, even for a newcomer. An 'imPort'. For one, he's taller than a good chunk of the population, even when he hunches his shoulders to look smaller. For two, every time he opens his mouth, expressions change from polite friendliness to something less -- well, friendly. With the file on him (which he hopes to swipe and wipe from the servers at the first available opportunity), it's obvious those in charge know he's Russian, know he's elite KGB. They even know about his still-new transfer to Waverly's group.

Due to this insight, he's not even trying to hide his Russian accent. Contrary to what certain other parties may think, Agent Kuryakin is a damn good operative, capable of blending into the background and assuming other identities when the need arises. Here, those talents seem useless. But even he can't fully control his curiosity, and when someone mentions the attacks. Well.

"What monsters are you talking about?"


03: Maurtia Falls

It's raining. It's raining and this is his first trip to Pennsylvania and he wanted to go out and see some of the country. See if it compares to the summers of his childhood spent in Kiev. See if the locals in America are the same as the ones in Russia, class and status and political philosophies aside. But it's pouring buckets and he doesn't want to ruin one of the few suits he has unless an emergency happens.

Illya has taken shelter in one of the coffee shops. At a table by himself, opting for ease of movement over a better vantage point near the back, he sips what passes for fresh coffee and studies the menu set down by one of the waitresses. He's also watching the room, and the sidewalk outside the front window. Waiting for trouble is just too ingrained into his psyche. It'd be nice if something not!trouble happens, though.

01

[ringen]

[ Gaby lives in Heropa (or rather, was made to live in Heropa), and from having spent a few months here, she knows that every month when the Porter decides to pull new people in, they usually come through Heropa first. She went through the same process, after all, of being briefed on her new role, all the while being told that the government knows everything there is to know about a little chop shop girl from East Berlin who became a spy for the British. Every month, she makes a point to pay attention to who comes through. Solo was here once. Maybe they would bring him back. And Illya...

Illya is hard to miss. He is a full head or more taller than most people, and it's especially apparent in crowds. He always wears this scowl on this face--but it's one that Gaby knows can soften into a gentle smile. But most prominently, there are people whispering about a Russian someone and Gaby can't help her own curiosity, her gut telling her that maybe it is him. And it is.

Gaby weaves her way through the crowds to try and keep up with him. A little difficult in heels, and a few people brush against the wide brim of her hat, but thankfully the giant seems to stop in his tracks to ask someone a question. The reaction he gets doesn't surprise her--the locals seem to shrink when they notice his thick accent. And so before they can say something that conveys their fear or before he can press for an answer she steps in, her demeanor cool but cordial as ever with her sunglasses on, and reaches up to give him a tap on the shoulder. ]

Pardon me. [ it's directed more at the people he was asking than to Illya himself. Then, to him: ] Hello, Illya. Would you mind coming with me for a moment?

[ Hopefully he remembers her, or her voice. ]

Jarael | Star Wars

[shocktactics]

01: Heropa

[The general positive buzz of Heropa is kind of charming, enough that Jarael accepts an unfamiliar fizzy drink from a friendly shopkeeper and is walking around taking in the sights with an openly curious look on her face. Culture shock of being in a city with so few non-humans aside, this place isn’t so bad. The natives thanking her for her service get an awkward wince and a sidestep, but she’s mostly not letting it bother her. The anti-imPort passers-by, on the other hand... She turns to glare at one as she walks by, lengthening her strides and grumbling unsubtly under her breath.]

If I had a face like a space slug I wouldn't want to show it either. [mutter mutter] Like I asked for one more person trying to make me into some kind of soldier... hero... thing.

[Angry adrenaline gives her plenty of momentum and unless you're watching she's liable to bulldoze right into you.]

Ack! Sorry--

02: De Chima

[Jarael is trying very very hard--okay, at least a little hard--to hold onto the last scraps of her patience. But even local clothes aren't going to make a blueish tattooed space elf look any less obviously imPort, and there have been a lot of cameras shoved in her face. Her increasingly strained and emphatic "excuse me"s are giving way to more sardonic brushoffs. When the fifth or so damned person asks about her tattoos her smile shows more than the usual amount of teeth.]

Definitely meaningful. They mean that I’m wanted for murder in twelve systems.

[Accompanied with an unamused look that says “it’s about to be thirteen.” Or a little later:]

My skincare regimen? But I’m much more interested in yours. It’s so smooth and... human-colored.

[Rescue her? Rescue a civilian? Rescue someone, before someone gets decked.]

03: Maurtia Falls

[Rain means more people are inside, and more people inside means fewer people to bother Jarael. Disregarding the fact that she’s getting soaked, she’s making her way along the street with the kind of confident, purposeful stride that usually tells people in the slums back on Taris not to mess with her. Apparently it's a little less effective here. She knows the look of wannabe tough guys when some start to follow her; some things, apparently, really are galactically universal. Rolling her eyes, she makes a cursory effort to shake them off, but her unfamiliarity means it isn't too long before she accidentally turns down a dead end alley.

Which... isn't quite the boon her pursuers seem to think it is. There's the snap-hiss of a lightsaber igniting and the is abruptly lit by a cold blueish glow.]

Listen, I know no one on this backwater planet knows what a Jedi is. So just trust me when I tell you: you don’t want to pick a fight with one.

[She’s not even, strictly speaking, lying. It’s sound life advice.]

*: Wildcard!

Hit me with whatever, Jarael will be grumping her way around all the cities.

03

[moonstriking]

Oh my. How frightening.

[While the thugs tailing Jarael may not have been particular subtle, Judith, despite her stature and her striking looks, was very good at going unseen. So she trails the thugs to the alley, where the strange blue not-Krityan ducks into, intending on offering her assistance but it looked like it wasn't necessary.

A pity.

She was looking forward to venting some stress.

Still, Judith steps into the alley as well, effectively blocking the escape route of the thugs and smiles. There might be more thrilling people to fight after all]

Then you wont be needing any help?

Kiria Kurono | Tokyo Mirage Sessions

[coolbutcute]

A - De Chima

[For someone who had spent the last six years or so as an idol, this kind of attention from the crowd was pretty normal for her, and Kiria was doing her best to go with the flow of it, answering questions, signing autographs, describing a little bit of her life back home. (Professional Idol seemed to get the kids beaming, so that was a nice comfort.)]

[The strangest part was just adjusting to all the English, honestly. She'd studied it enough to speak it, but hearing it and understanding it so clearly was fascinating and disorienting, and she kept repeating words in her head to make sure they meant what she thought they were.]

[Still, she wasn't going to let it bother her. She needed fans here, and this was the easiest way to get them, right? But when the crowd started to weigh in on her a bit, she politely disentangled herself from the closest kids and moved away with a wave, hurrying around a corner...and nearly walking smack into another import.]

Oh! Ah. Excuse me. Sorry.

B - De Chima

[Mentioning her singing had been a blessing...and clearly a mistake, judging by how many of the people she spoke to wanted to hear her sing something. After the fifteenth or so request, she finally gave in, smiling somewhat awkwardly as she lead her sudden crowd into an empty space in a nearby park and over to a bench.]

[Okay, what to sing. Well, Reincarnation was a hit back home, so she hopped up onto a bench, giving the crowd a wave and sucking in a breath. Okay. She closed her eyes, smiling to herself, and started into the song. This was something she could control, after all.]

[Fifteen seconds or so in though, was that...the instrumental part playing in the air around her? She was so used to hearing it that she didn't even notice, and it wasn't until there was a gasp from the crowd and she opened her eyes to find the bench she had chosen was slowly transforming into a small stage, a gradual shift brought out by a wave of light that seemed to emerge from her feet. Well.]

[Kiria stopped singing, turning slowly as it finished creating itself, ten feet or so wide and just as tall as the bench itself had been. And the music was still playing, as she turned back to the shocked crowd, her expression a bit bewildered.]

C - Maurita Falls

[Kiria ducked into the rather grungy little coffee, shaking the water out of her green hair as she went, and moving through the crowd without giving it much thought. There were a row of high-seats around the side of the counter and she settled into one, offering the barista who came over to her a reserved smile as she ordered a soda.]

[She drew her communicator from her pocket and set it on the counter next to her while she waited. And then her attention drifted to the tattoo on her arm. A tattoo. Five years of being an idol, of keeping perfect control of her appearance, and here she was, tattoo'd by strangers in another world. She had to suppress the anger she'd felt when she'd woken up here again, but the distraction was enought that she didn't notice the group of men approaching.]

Hey you! Import!

[She looked up, frowning.]

Yes? What do you want?

[She knew she should've been politer, but something in their stances made her uncomfortable, and as she spoke she slid from the chair so she was standing.]

We want you gone! [His words were a bit slurred, and now that she had a better look, she thought she remembered passing him and some others standing outside of a bar further down the street. Had they followed her? This was just what she didn't need...]

I don't want any trouble. [She said, holding up a hand disarmingly.] I'll just get my coffee and leave.

Shut up! [The man hissed, stepping closer.] We're gonna teach you imports not to come around here, girl.

[Damn it.]

You don't want to do this. [She tried to sound calm, but the anger she'd felt earlier was coming back.] You'll regret it.

[That was clearly the wrong thing to say, as the man made a noise that was almost a growl as he charged forward a step adn took a swing at her. Instinct and several years of combat training took over, and she side-stepped the punch, grabbing him by the wrist and yanking him forward, past her. His eyes went wide, a second before she brought her knee up to drive it into his stomach, doubling him over. And then a bunch of the back of the head had on the ground, groaning. Damn it.]

I told you you'd regret it.

[She said, turning her gaze towards the other men who were with him (How many of them were there?) took a surprised step back, but perhaps bolstered by their numbers, their momentary fear faded and they regrouped, starting towards her.]

[There were probably more than she could handle...Help?]

[thepalinpaladin]

Hey! Watch where yo--

[NEVERMIND. Once he actually looks at her he's more than happy for the run in so to speak.]

In a hurr--oh, the reporters again. Wanna ditch 'em fast? I have a ride you can borrow?

[gestures to the metal blue lion that's trailing behind him. It looks like it'd give a good pony ride if someone was willing and the cat was. Equally willing. Considering how lazy it seems for now it doesn't look to be the best bet.]

Doreen Green | The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl!

[eatsnutsandkicksbutts]

De Chima

[ ... Okay, this is weird. Doreen is used to getting some attention from the press when she's in superhero mode, but as Doreen Green, Totally Normal Computer Science Student Who Doesn't Have a Tail or Awesome Squirrel Powers? Nothing. Nada. That's the whole point of having a secret identity, isn't it? You're supposed to be able to fly under the radar and that is like the exact opposite of what's happening here! She leans away from the microphone being shoved in her face and smiles, a bit uneasily. ]

Uh... That's... that's a lot of questions, guy! Many of which are distressingly personal! Can I just... look, I just wanted to get some donuts?


Maurtia Falls

[ You know what isn't a good combination? Big, fluffy squirrel tails and rainwater. Doreen (or rather, Squirrel Girl, who's Doreen Green? She sounds like a cool person who totally isn't a superhero!) is standing underneath the awning of a packed coffee shop, wringing the water out of her tail and having a pleasant conversation with a bunch of angry-looking customers. ]

Look, none of us are here intentionally, y'know? I get that you're upset, I do, but if we just sit down inside and talk things out over some coffee, I'm sure we can--

[ That's when the tension snaps, and SG gets jumped. One of the attackers has his legs swept out from under him by her tail, another finds himself punching his friend as she ducks out of the way, and the last of the gang is simply grabbed by the scruff of the neck and tossed straight up in the air. It's anyone's guess when he'll come back down! And Doreen? Doreen is fuming. ]

Really? Really? What the heck is this, a coffee shop or a jerk convention?! Because right now it seems like the latter!

De Chima

[crosscontamination]

You heard her.

[Ripley had never seen this many people packed into a single tight space in her life, but she spoke with an instinctive sense of command. For reasons that not even he understood, a man with a camera shrank back to let the speaker pass.]

Don't you have anything better to do? A couple of starlets to follow around for panty shots?

Motoko Kusanagi | Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex

[prostheticbody]

02

[Organic wonder? Well, perhaps more technological than biological, but in any case, the Major draws a crowd. She tries to push through the encroaching Import superfans with clear irritation, pushing cell phones away from her face.]

This is really not amusing.

[Or at least the people had lost their charm after about the third attempted selfie. Oh well, they brought this on themselves. Suddenly, about fifty pop-ups begin to appear rapid-fire on all their phones, leading to dismayed cries as their devices are rendered useless. But the Major walks free with a smile on her face for a change.]

03

[The Major has been here before, a long time ago. It feels like a half-remembered dream at this point. But even after all that time, some things never change. She's perched on the rooftop of one of the seedier bars, intercepting the various texts and phone calls coming in and out. Her thermoptic camouflage is active, though a keen eye might notice a shimmering, humanoid outline where the rain isn't so much falling as running off.

After determining that, unsurprisingly, the bar is a hotbed of criminal activity, she leaps off the ledge, decloaking and landing on the sidewalk with a thud. She strolls into the bar, her distinctive purple hair and black coat dripping as she takes a seat at the bar.]

I'll have whatever's strongest.

[Apparently, that means a gang of thugs who, attracted by her Import-esque appearance, have gathered behind her with their pool sticks at the ready. But she doesn't really seem all that worried.]

03!! ayyy

[stealwithit]

[ Well, well, well, look who we have here. Kasumi thought she'd heard a superhero landing or something near the bar, but she only manages to catch a second-long glimpse of familiar purple hair and that black coat aesthetic before the person disappears into the bar. No one bothers the thief as she follows, because honestly she's not even the shadiest-looking character in this joint, but she does note the way some of these seedier-looking fellows seem to be crowding around the bar as she looks and finds her suspicions confirmed.

Kasumi weaves her way through the thugs, because of course she does, and slips into the seat next to the Major. ]

And I'll have whatever she's having.

Mint Aizawa ( Tokyo Mew Mew )

[primadovea]

1: heropa
[ Mint's not freaking out! She's not freaking out in the slightest, why would she be freaking out, she's only in a strange new world without anybody she knows from back home with no idea what she's doing her and okay, she's freaking out a little bit. But she is not going to let the world know she's freaking out, not in the slightest. She is going to keep calm, keep cool, and find out as much information about this place as she can so she'll be able to figure out how to get home.

This strategy leads Mint to pick up on the people talking about monsters. This America was remarkably different from the America she expected (the flying cars were a big difference) but it still was the Earth. And, if these monsters were actually Chimera Animal...well, she'd have to continue that defending the Earth thing, won't she. The problem now is, she needs to figure out what the monsters are.

So, Mint marches up to anybody that looks like they remotely know something and starts talking. ] Excuse me. Would you mind telling me about these 'monsters' people keep talking about?

[ She's fourteen. And...wearing a silly looking maid outfit that's obviously an outfit for a job somewhere, due to the fact that the apron is equal parts functional and frilly. But dammit, Mint's holding herself with composure and looking at whoever she asked like she expects them to answer her question. ]

2: any city, a park.
[ Well. Apparently she can talk to birds. Could be worse, at least she doesn't actually turn into a bird. So, Mint's found herself a neighborhood park and is idly chatting with about five or so pigeons as she learns the lay of the land. She's occasionally tearing off chunks of a sandwich and throwing them to the pigeons as well because it's only polite she give them food for their help! Mint may be confused, aggravated, and a tiny bit scared, but the least she could do was be polite.

So, that's the reason why she lets out a small little clear of her throat when she sees someone approaching. ] Kindly go around the birds if you please. We're... [ oh and here she blushes a little at this ] ...we're having a conversation.

[ said with as much dignity as she can muster. No judging! ]

2 !!

[henchdaughter]

[ Peridot has been exploring this new world on her broom–wand, and finally she found someone that seems at least a little bit interesting.

The girl with the bunny ears raises an eyebrow and gives a sarcastic smile. ]

And I'm sure it's a great one, _{you weirdo.}

Kirk Langstrom | Justice League: Gods and Monsters

[desmodusdraculae]

01. Heropa

[The unnaturally pale skin and giant red goggles do a fairly decent job of pegging Kirk as an imPort to the locals around him. His tenure as Batman of the Justice League prepared him for the strange stares, whispers, and the occasional wide berth. Absolutely none of this is new to him, but he still can't help but be annoyed at it all the same. At least back home he could understand people's reasoning. Well, he supposed the reasoning here was the same, but still, context would be nice.]

Any chance either one of you will fill me in on what you're talking about, or do you plan on arguing about me over me like I don't exist?


02. De Chima

[Attention. That's new to him. At least, this kind of attention is. Sure, there were people that wanted to know more about the Justice League back home, but it was usually Hernan or Bekka they were interested in, and even then there was typically an ulterior motive. Here, though... They want to know about him, for no reason other than he's an "imPort". Not wanting to be rude, he answers the questions politely at first, but no matter how quickly he walks or how many questions he seems to answer, there's no end to them. It isn't long before he's completely overwhelmed and he lunges in the direction of the crowd surrounding him, baring his fangs. Unfortunately, rather than disperse the crowd like he hoped, it just led to a whole new topic of questions being lobbed at him.

Someone please help him, or he's most likely going to attack someone to try and get out of there.]


03. Maurtia Falls

[Kirk knows he's being followed long before his stalkers make their presence known. They stink of cigarettes, booze, and false bravado. It's almost appealing in its familiarity after all of the pomp and circumstance he's come across in the other towns. He never got used to being in the limelight, but he certainly knows how to handle fools.

He allows himself to get cornered by the three goons, keeping his head down and his shoulders hunched to continue to give off the appearance of prey, but the moment his back is against the wall he turns and draws himself up to his full height, his red eyes gleaming and the tips of his fangs stick out from beneath his lips.]

You've made a terrible mistake tonight, boys...

Allow me to show you how terrible.

02.

[carrieskryptonite]

[Lex Luthor is not unfamiliar with needy, curious crowds, or how to work them. He's also not unfamiliar with seeing desperation in others, and how to work it in his advantage.

He came across the crowd a few minutes ago, before he edged in to see what exactly was going on. Unlike this man, he blends in and doesn't have to worry about being paid attention to in their fevor.

He watches on the fringe of the group, taking note of the bared fangs, before eventually making his way to the center, without having to shove too many people out of the way.]

Now, now, these questions are getting too personal, don't you think? [It's directed to the crowd, with a practiced smile.] Normally that's the kind saved for magazine interviews. I'm sure he's grateful for all the attention you've given him today, and wouldn't want to distract you any longer from your day to day activities.

Isn't that right?

Ripley 8 | Alien Resurrection

[crosscontamination]

01 Heropa;
[Ripley was lounging outside with a coffee in one hand, freshly poured and neatly lidded, with a little sleeve to keep the drink from burning her hands. That last, at least, she could understand. But she seemed mildly put off by the plastic lid, spending several moments inhaling the aroma of the coffee and pressing her nose close to the little vent -- tilting the cup a little to one side and then the other.

Coffee. But Not-Coffee. There was a sweet, cloying smell mingled in with the familiar one. All forgotten when she heard the sound of the man's voice. ]

What monsters?

[She was ignored -- at least until she reached out and grabbed the man's shirtfront, pulled him in toward her so she could stare into his startled face. ]

What monsters?

03. Maurtia Falls;
[The sky was dark and it was pouring rain, but Ripley didn't mind. It was her very first rainstorm -- real rainstorm, anyway -- and she didn't seem to notice the streets gradually giving way as she continued on. To run-down shops, a decrepit-looking construction site manned by men who looked more like jackals than people.

She'd picked up one or two of them, casually tailing her with hands in pockets and the nondescript slouches of survivors used to lying low.]

1

[monster_san]

[Fuu sees the movement out of the corner of her eye--oh, dear. New arrivals being curious about recent events is one thing. New arrivals grabbing people and demanding answers like that... well that's not good.]

Excuse me, miss--[She holds up a finger politely, as though there isn't a minor act of violence being committed.]--I may be able to enlighten you about that event.

Sanderson Hawkins | DCU/JSA

[granularity]

HEROPA [1]

[One of the nicer parts of being Sanderson Hawkins is the fact that his 'costume' can be very very close to normal clothing, as long as he keeps the mask and some of his weapons absorbed into himself. That's why he hears more than he'd like from some of the locals about how they feel on the topic of the imPorts. It makes him more than a little upset, if he's honest, but he's always been the sort of person to keep his peace and there's not much he can say to change their opinions, he's pretty sure, but when he hasn't slept for a few days and he's behind three people who have all apparently spent their time in line without, somehow, knowing what they want to order-]

You know, I'd JUST like to get my coffee, all right? Some people don't like politics before their caffeine...

DE CHIMA [2]

[He didn't expect to get asked anything. After all, he's not exactly one of the headline members of the JSA where he's from, or he hasn't been for the longest time. His tenure as chairman hadn't exactly ended with a fanfare and he spent most of his time either handling the kind of criminals most mystery men didn't like to think about outside of Gotham or telling the rest of them that something horrible was about to happen.

That's why he's utterly unprepared to deal with the strange groupies. He's especially unprepared to deal with the ones asking about his 'unique biology' and his 'amazing abilities' and 'what was it like to sleep for all those years?' and maybe what pops out is kind of gruff and blunt but he isn't TRYING to be rude.]

I'm sure there are much more interesting people to talk to. You should do that.

MAURTIA [3]

[...things Sand dislikes: having someone's fist go through his chest. THROUGH, of course, and yes, it hurts in a weird kind of way that's hard to explain and mostly has to do with being seriously weirded out by the feeling of part of his body being a few feet away and in several thousand pieces. Reforming is a SONOFABITCH, really. But here they are, in the alley, and he's just going to unsettle himself and let them tire themselves out. ]

Seriously, guys. I can do this all day. You probably can't. And do you really want to piss off the guy who can put sand in places you don't want to think about?

[ He was just trying to get his coffee, dammit. ]

NONAH [4]

[...honestly, this place seems like the most normal to him, considering his status as a native New Yorker. Especialy the food carts. He's just gonna chill out at the food carts, man. You wanna talk, just come over and say hello. He's having food cart chicken and feeling just that much less homesick.]

Maurtia

[mostlysunny]

[So far, Maurtia Falls is Kara's least favorite of the four imPort cities. It's just not as friendly. But that doesn't mean she isn't still trying to give it a fair shot, and that's why she's within earshot when she overhears a calm but exasperated voice coming from an alley.

It's enough to dim her glow completely, the sour irritation she feels, and maybe if she was on her way somewhere else, she'd...no, she wouldn't avoid this, even if she was late for something else. Kara detours into the alley, frowning, picking out the bullies and their cornered imPort. And realizing almost immediately that he's going to hold his own without too much trouble. But she'd had someone pull her away from something like this when she'd first arrived, before she'd realized how angry Maurtia natives could be.

The glasses come off and the hair comes down and she steps up, Supergirl in every inch despite the pencil skirt and sweater.]

Let's not. [And then directly to the man...made out of sand?] Need a hand?

handsome jack | borderlands ( potential cw for graphic violence/language )

[hjack69]

03

[ The good part: food and shelter, probably? The bad part: everything else. He shows up in some crappy city with basically nothing, gets some papers shoved at him, and then they kick him out into the street. Unfortunately, trying to throttle the nearest person gets him very strictly told that he can't go around strangling people. God, what is this place? Prison? He got rich and ultrapowerful so people could never tell him to stop doing things. Especially strangling people.

But hey, superpowers. Cool. So he swerves the crappy definitely-not-his-turbomansion apartment for now and finds a nice bar, dark and smoky and private, and he tries to figure out his plan of attack here.

This does not end well. ]

Nice try, jackass!

[ That is the sound of Jack's voice accompanied by the sound of breaking glass. As it turns out, bar fights are way more fun with superpowers. Customers are flooding out, panicking about an imPort on the warpath, pedestrians are fleeing, it's basically the worst - and whoever he just threw out that window is already looking pretty rough. Jack kicks more of the glass out and makes a space for himself, leaning through the empty frame to sneer at him. ]

Seriously, kidney shot? That's pretty friggin' low, even for some grimy little scumbag like you. C'mon, get up. I'll even let you get a shot in. Stand up. [ When the man doesn't move, Jack snarls. ] Do it.

[ Someone should probably help this guy. ]

Re: handsome jack | borderlands ( potential cw for graphic violence/language )

[tactical_lalafel]

If you're looking for a fight more your speed, perhaps I can be of assistance.

[This from someone standing three feet tall only because they're wearing thick boots. On the other hand, the pointy ears and the glowing staff held in one hand suggest they might not be as easy to push around as that initial impression suggests.]

This one's learned his lesson, I'm fairly sure.

Loki Laufeyson | Marvel 616

[mischiefsmith]

ein; Heropa

[Heropa? One couldn't help being suspicious of a city called Heropa. Aside from it being a ridiculously hokey name, it did have the word "hero" in it. While Loki was all new and all improved, he, occasionally had a difficult time getting along with heroes for whatever reason. Oh, he was perfectly pleasant and perfectly easy to get along with, so what was wrong?

It could be that he did not have the same code of ethics perhaps? He didn't often play fair or play by the rules? Heroes had rules, so many rules, and many of these rules came with standards he was almost certain most heroes could not live up to all of the time. Heroes were dynamic in that way, the way in which they choose what rigid set of standards they would choose to follow and which ones they would hold others to. Loki was, graciously, not like that.

He supposed that this is what would forever separate him from the very exclusive club of tight wearing caped crusaders.

Or it could be his very long history of evildoing, but he wasn't splitting hairs.

Aside from that, Heropa was, clearly a city that couldn't make up it's mind about said "heroes."]

People doing the dirty work never get enough credit, this seems to be universally true. [He's not talking to anyone in particular, he could be talking to himself, to the voices in his head. Hel, he could very well be talking to you.]

tveir; De Chima

[Oh Loki likes this city, he likes it! And why shouldn't he? It affords him all of the positive attention that he craves, especially given his present treatment on his own home world. He's not bitter, not really, but being volleyed with punches every major holiday does not qualify as festive in his book. Granted Loki has grown out of such abuses since, but it didn't stop people from hissing insults his way now and again. Like water off a duck's back as they say.

Better to be treated like Harry Styles than like Harry Osborn in his opinion, and so he takes it all in good stride. Like a god accepting his adoring admirers, everything from the lights flashing in front of his eyes, to the endless barrage of questions:

"What are your tastes in romantic partners? Do you prefer men or women?"]

Trying to define a god using your simple heuristics might find you stymied by the limits of your own imagination...but mortals are cute. [He might be a changed god of mischief, but that didn't mean he didn't possess arrogance. At least a little bit of arrogance.] Men, women, possibly anything in between or outside of the standard definition. My culture doesn't share your concept of sexual identity.

["Favorite color?"

Oh, come now, this was low hanging fruit, but Loki smiles, as if his smile can look anything other than mischievous.]

Greeeeeeeeen!

["You said that you were a god, what are you a god of?"]

I am Loki, god of awesome, the god who brings the party, and similar! [Did he leave out mischief and chaos? More importantly he left out lies...terribly appropriate here, but why tell the whole truth?

"What is your favorite food?"]

Easy enough. [Too easy, come on now, challenge him!] Bacon! And other manner of breakfast meats. As long as you keep a stock of such things we'll get along famously!

[Actually bring on all of your unhealthy foods, he metabolizes that shit like it's nothing!

"What sort of underwear do you wear? Gods must have interesting underwear."

Oh well, that earns another one of those wolfish grins and a wink.]

Shall I show you?

[And the crowd goes wild...with laughter.

It wasn't a joke, but oh well.]

Shall we selfie now? [Yes, let's end this line of questioning. Loki always has his cell phone on him and he quickly snaps a picture before vanishing in a puff of green smoke, much to the ooooohs and aaaaahs of the crowd. They are cute, but the indulgences has lost its novelty.

Loki can be found repapering near a back alley, proceeding to walk up a wall (yes, walk up the wall vertically, like it was the pavement) and skulking out of sight.]

Such an adoring crowd, I should make this city a frequent haunt!

[If for no other reason than the laughs.]

þrír; Maurtia Falls

[Well this was cheery. Damp, dingy, moody...he could come up with a list of adjectives to describe this little corner of misery. It almost reminded him of home, and the bar he stepped into, sopping wet after his shower, was just filled with grumpy Thor-esque patrons. You know the kind, "silence barmaid and get me another" all boorish. Someone had to be the reluctant ray of sunshine in this place.]

A magnum if you would!

[That got him some glares, well, he was used to being an outsider, but clearly they've established him as one. Had he been too flashy before? His follow up laugh isn't a sheepish, nervous sound at all, and he holds his hands up in surrender.]

Not that kind of magnum, I'm not that sort of god, I swear! [Didn't these people know their wine measurements? Apparently this wasn't the sophisticated sort of place that measures wine like that, and apparently they don't approve of Loki's fresh new presence with his fancy terms and least of all the fact that he refers to himself as a 'god.' He beginning to suspect that these people do not care for much...of anything, and so, there is nothing for it but to take a punch right in the face and hit the floor like the unassuming trickster that he is. It was going to happen eventually, might as well get it done with on the first day.

Could he fight back? Yes, but it would hurt...them. And no one wants that, right? Right.]

Where are all of the little hero types when you need them?

fjórir; Nonah

[De Chima might have been the city of brotherly love (and Maurtia Falls the city of perpetual irritation), but Nonah was just his kind of chaos. There was so much going on here that he could disappear without needing to disappear! The noise was one thing, but the food was another thing entirely and anything offered to Loki did not go unsampled, in fact he seemed bottomless in his appetites.

And without question, this was certainly the case! He could process the greasiest foods, anything that could be deepfried and consumed? Was done so without blinking. He had no idea what the green things were that they speckled their hot dogs with, but someone once told him that "no one knows" and that he should eat it or "go back to Philly"...but this was another lifetime. Could have been another reality, he's not entirely certain.

What really grabs him, however, is the VR roller coaster demo. Yes please, he will give it a shot, and he will whip up the nearest person into his vortex of chaos to join him on this adventure. And if they are reluctant?]

Don't worry, if it breaks down we'll only come crashing to the earth like a freefalling dart. What's possible bodily harm death to a bit of excitement! In fact that sounds like your average Tuesday to me! [YOLO as they say! And like the excited godchild that he is, he will grab his sidekick's arm and together they shall sally forth! Be not afraid!]

De Chima

[ohsweetsummerchild]

[A bystander had been listening to the whole 'interview' as it were but right about when Loki announced his name the young man had pretty much turned on his heel and started away from the scene at the fastest pace he could without alerting too much attention. He had thought he had successfully skipped having to deal with that whole. Thing.

And had veered off his path into an alley. Maybe it wasn't one of his alleys but you stay in one alley you know most of 'em. A good place to feel out of sight, take a breather.... Get surprised by a tinier than normal Loki right when you're about to enjoy that bagel you been saving]

I'm sure the city will be really into it. Just enthralled.

Samuel Cho | Original Character

[chattybird]

01. Heropa

[ As long as no one brushes up against Sam and realizes it feels like the kid is running a high fever (thanks sun bird living inside him, and feeding off his life force! thanks a lot...), there's nothing particularly stand out about his appearance. He looks like any other high school kid, though he does look a bit dazed and lost as he stares at the people around him and listens to their chatter.

Then again, looking lost isn't really that odd for a fifteen year old boy.

As he eavesdrops on conversations he picks up a few hushed whispers with repeated words that raise some alarm. Earthquake. Monsters. Philadelphia!

... Okay, so that last one isn't actually that alarming, but in conjunction with the other two it's definitely some cause for concern. Enough that Sam tries to slide up to whoever is standing close to him, and clears his throat once... then twice... then decides to stop trying to be subtle and just ask the question on his mind. ]

Hey uh... 'scuse me. Sorry, I uh... I just got here, from L.A. So kind of like... kind of far? Ish... Uhm...

[ Yeah, this is going well. ]

Anyway, I think I kind of missed what happened in Philadelphia?

[ A pause. ]

The monster thing? With the earthquakes?

03. Maurtia Falls

[ Knuckles to the face seems like an extreme reaction to a kid that can't be older than sixteen, but when Sam lets onto the fact that was just ported into this world in hopes of getting some help and friendly directions? He gets shoved out of the coffeeshop he stepped into back out into the rain. By the barista who had smiled at him when he'd first entered the store, no less!

Sam stands there in shock, the rain dropping buckets on his head, and giving him a nice "drowned rat" kind of appearance. Looking around himself wildly to make sure someone else could confirm what had just happened to him. He's even wildly pointing at the door of the coffee shop in front of him in disbelief.

Can he... can he press charges for that?! Is he allowed to do that?! What are the laws of this world even?! ]

maurtia falls

[sanzuwu]

[Andrew being quiet has its advantages right now, that's for sure. He wouldn't be much of one to admit that he was new, anyways— he preferred to blend in, he would rather not stick out. It just made life easier, in general, really. Even if people found him a little off putting sometimes when he didn't seem all that interested in being friendly. That would probably turn out to be a problem here.

But either way— he happens to be walking past the coffee shop that Sam is currently standing in front of— and he almost walks past completely. Until realizes that the kid he just passed looking soaked and miserable was actually someone he knew.]

... Sam? Is that you?

[The crow is chirping in delight, for once. Neither of them had expected a familiar face, here.]

Richie Foley/Gear | DCAU (Static Shock)

[gearshifting]

Heropa
[If there is one thing Richie has trouble turning down, it's free food. Maybe free comics, but always free food. And man at the counter of the food stand is smiling nicely at him, broad and proud to prove just how great he is at making a chili cheese dog.

When Richie takes it, it's covered in all the toppings the cardboard little tray can handle and he's salivating at the thought of shoving all of it into his mouth--

--only for the flimsy cardboard to buckle under the weight while he's trying to bring it down and turning around, getting chili and cheese all over himself and possibly the person standing next to him.]

Nooo! [The way he says it is completely bereft and filled with tragedy. He's not even caring about the food all over his shirt, it's the food that's truly the loss.]

De Chima
[So much technology and Richie is in heaven, learning what he can, buying things so he can see how they can be improved. Hoverboard? Had to have it. Not like his came with him when he was brought here. And if he could tinker with including a cloaking device so he could get around without being seen? Well that was just a way to pass the time between catching crooks trying to knock off convenient stores and the local fast food stops.

It also makes it easier to get the drop on said crooks when they don't know you're coming.

Like right now when he does a barrel roll right into the guy who just ran out of the store, knocking him down to the ground before he can step off the curb toward his get away. Has him down and ready to cuff him when he hears the sound of the an engine picking up, knowing then the car was about to leave this guy behind to make its getaway.]

So much for your partner in crime. [He puts the wrap spring cuffs around his arms, thinking where to leave him while he chases the car. He doesn't have much time. Not that he would mind someone else coming in to help.]

Nonah
[GAMING FAIR. Richie skipped out on work to come wander down the alley of booths set up showing different types of virtual reality technology, from new phone apps to a virtual roller coaster. He's surprised at just how much there is, especially since games are nowhere near this advanced back home. He is beaming when he's finally at the front of the line and can sit down on the bench seats created to lock people. There's not that many spots left, but he'll be polite before picking his.]

Hey, you mind me sitting here?

[After a few rides on that amazing system, Richie visits some of the other booths and sees what kind of games and accessories they have out for people to test. He's is heaven.]

Nonah

[leftarm]

[Pidge isn't paying much attention when he approaches--too busy lost in her own little tech geek world, really--so it takes her a minute to register that she's being spoken to.]

Oh, uh...nah, go ahead. I'm by myself anyway. [She gives him a slightly suspicious look.] Just promise me you're not the type to barf or grab onto me once it starts.

[renamaer]

1. Maurtia Falls

[Even in the midst of such a dreary day - and in such a strange and surprising environment, Estelle was doing her best to keep her optimism up. Even as a soaked and rather bedraggled mess, her hair was a bright beacon that made her stand out.

Whether or not this was a good thing definitely remained to be seen, but Estelle wasn't going to let drenching rain and unfriendliness ruin her mood.]

Umm, excuse me [she asks, in perfectly polite tones that would be hard to take offense to - though one could certainly try] Do you happen to know where I could find a bookshop, or a library? [If she could just dry off and maybe do some research about where she was...]


2. Nonah

[This was so exciting!

Leaving aside the question of how, exactly, she'd ended up here, Estelle had nothing to complain about. There were amazing new things as far as the eye could see, people of all sorts, interesting and intriguing new smells, and a general air of festivity that put a bounce to her step. She wanders from place to place as the whim takes her, finding it difficult to commit to any one thing, but in her distraction, she accidentally bumps into someone, (almost) knocking them over.]

Oh-! I'm so sorry, I should have been more careful. Are you hurt? [She looks ready to do something if you are.]

1. <33

[blahblahboom]

[ Rita is no stranger to the general hostility being directed her way whenever she dresses in her usual clothes rather than whatever the fashions are here. But she's earned a bit of a reputation for having no trouble with slinging fire balls whenever she wants and eventually, the punks that like to wander around and hassle anyone new know well enough to leave her alone.

She's on the way to the library herself, with a bag full of books she needed to return when she spots the strikingly familiar figure. Happiness is chased by worry and annoyance and Rita settles on the latter feeling as she stomps up to Estelle to rescue her from some jerk planning on messing with Estelle's head]

Estelle-! Don't bother with that idiot. He's never opened a book in his life, let alone seen a library.

rin tohsaka | fate

[jewelling]

( Heropa )

[ Blending into society was something she considered to have a knack for.  Even at her young age, she had already perfected pretending to care about most mundane things and portraying herself as anything, but abnormal. Even now, she was clever enough to shove both her hands into her coat pocket to prevent any slips up from revealing her new “hero” status. Judging by the tone of gossip that was currently buzzing around the streets of Herapa, Rin felt she didn’t need that sort of attention on her. Especially when she had absolutely nothing to do with what happened in Philadelphia.

It wasn’t worth the headache to defend her “side.” ]

Everyone is always so quick to pass on the blame on someone. All this pesky chattering is starting to rub me off the wrong way... [ However, even she was having difficulties biting her tongue when it came to passing her own judgment on a small group of civilians.

If you were standing nearby, her words will more than likely snag your attention. Don’t be a stranger! Stop by and say "hello".  ]


( Maurtia Falls )

[ The rainfall came to a surprised, which ultimately meant that this poor girl was unequipped with an umbrella. Thankfully, she was no stranger of working with the environment around her, and managed to gather whatever spare change she had to purchase a newspaper to shield and protect herself from getting drenched.

As far as seeking sanctuary, she was having no such long in that department. Renting out a room, even at the most shadiest location in town was way out of her budget spending and most café were closed due to the storm. Her only option for refuge was a tiny bar, which was already packed with other refugees and drunks who smelt of cheap booze.

Tossing her paper barrier off to the side once she stepped into the pub, Rin manages to squeeze her way towards the bar. If she was forced to mingle with the commoners, she might as well make the best of it.  ]

Water. Please. [ “Best of it” as in, she had to work with what she could afford. Nothing. ]

heropa!

[snipers]

[ a few feet to rin's left is another young girl, her mouth set in a thin, annoyed line as she listens to the gossip and muttering. yukari might be a little biased, though — she was actually in philadelphia trying to help out — so hearing everyone nattering on about things they weren't involved in is definitely getting under her skin.

she'd be fine just muttering to herself, but rin's words prompt her to raise her voice just a little, if only to agree. ]

People like to run their mouths on stuff they don't know anything about. [ she'd say "it can't be helped" but things like gossip are things yukari can't condone in any fashion. ]

Claire Fraser | Outlander

[beautifullies]

Option I - De Chima

[She's been displaced in time before. Claire lived her childhood as a girl in the dunes of the past, literally digging for history, and twenty years later found herself living those same years in 1743. Wandering castles full of life and vibrant Scottish culture that she'd also seen crumbled and abandoned, filled only with woodland creatures attempting to seek shelter. Now, it seems, she's been launched into a time only written about in science-fiction novels. Not that her life hasn't been one long work of something out of a quite over-worked imagination.

Claire looks at where the tattoo is on her arm, the one she knows is there but can only truly see in the dark. She has a telephone smaller than a pocketbook, and it's almost impossible to understand how it works. She's given up on it for now in lieu of walking, making her way through the streets. She's still wearing the dress she wore to have her first dinner with Jamie's sister, Jenny, not that she's averse to wearing trousers - even the ones made of denim. It's just that the dress keeps her close to Jamie just that little bit longer. She seems to be the oddity, not the entire situation in general. When she suddenly finds herself surrounded by people, her eyes glance around, looking for someone - anyone - to help her out of the melee.]

I appreciate you have questions about me, but I think I shall be going.

[She'll fake-courtesy her way out of this, she just needs out. Anyone's help will do, honestly.]

Option II - Nonah

[The festival reminds her of a traveling circus Claire's uncle took her to once, and the smells are certainly similar which makes her take a bit of comfort. There's an abundance of food, some familiar, some not, and currently she has a funnel cake, licking powdered sugar off of her thumb. She's not wearing her dress from home anymore, but a skirt and blouse, more like her clothing from 1945. Baby steps in fashion for her.

She's tired of not knowing anyone though, and she's never been shy, so she approaches the nearest person, tilting her head toward a truck.]

I've no idea what a 'pork slider' is, but I'd like to try it. Care to join me?

nonah!

[brushoff]

[ The nearest person is Dorian Gray, also British, also...temporally interesting, for lack of a better term. He's dressed to the heights of fashion in this place, though everything's a little bit too tight. He's also wearing a pair of round black sunglasses, but those can't hide the glimmer of excitement in his eyes as Claire mentions food.

Dorian can't help it...he is a bit hungry. And anything is better than his normal diet of shitty takeaway and too much booze. ]

I think it's some barbecue thing? Americans, [ said with a little shake of his head as an explanation. ] But yes, I'd love to join you for one.

Nico Yazawa | Love Live!

[girlishpath]

de chima;

[while any sane person would be completely overwhelmed by the deluge of attention washing over them, Nico thrives on it. she seems to have been supercharged by the crowd - no request is too small, no fan too young, and no techno gadget too baffling to deny a selfie on. she strikes her signature pose again and again, each time just as energetic as the last. just how the hell is she keeping from passing out?]

A question? For me? Aaah, t-this is awfully sudden, but I'll do my best-!

[Nico is the picture of the shy and retiring idol - right up until the eager new fan asks when she's due to graduate middle school. the cutesy facade drops like a ton of bricks as she levels a glare that could melt right through steel beams.]

I'm a third year in high school.

[and just like that she turns away from the moderately terrified native, bright aura back in place as if it had never left.]

Nico nico nii!

nonah;

[if technological advances can't be used to better keep up with the idol world, Nico really isn't all that current with it. but the VR demo catches her eye - who doesn't love a good roller coaster? and combined with video games, well, that seems like a sure win.

the booth attendant begins explaining the basics of the demo as well as how intense the experience may be, but she only makes it through a few syllables before Nico confidently waves her off. at least, what she presumes is the direction the woman is standing. it's hard to tell with the VR helmet on.]

Please. I've run through so many of these I could do it in my sleep by now.

[being completely inexperienced with the lying trainwreck that is Nico Yazawa, the attendant takes her at her word and starts the program up. she makes it just fine through the initial ascent, but as soon as that digital coaster drops she's shrieking and falling flat on her ass...right into the line still waiting for a go on the VR gears.

whoops.]

heropa;

[of all the lies that Nico has ever told, nothing bothers super idol Nico! was probably the biggest one. she absolutely cannot stand the heat - so of course her assigned housing is smack dab in the middle of Heropa.

she's wandering the city in a zombie-like state, crumpled directions hanging limply from her hand. if ever someone could look like they're three seconds away from melting into the pavement, Nico's nailed it right now.

suddenly, an unexpected light shines through the metaphorical desert. as she turns a corner, Nico spies a malt shop advertising free shakes for all new imPorts. air conditioning and free gifts seem almost too good to be true, but she's not about to question it when the only other alternative is baking into a desiccated husk in a crosswalk.

judging by the packed clientele, she's not the only one who had to make that same hard decision. there's exactly one seat left in the entire place - a stool at the counter - with someone else already moving to claim it. not on her watch.

for once she's grateful for her diminutive stature; it allows Nico to weave through the crowd effortlessly and slide onto the stool with time to spare. she shoots her would-be competitor an outraged glare, as if they just tried to make off with her firstborn.]

I was here first!

[she absolutely was not, but you bet she's going to fight to the death over it.]

wildcard;

[if you've got your own scenario, feel free to hit me with it! I'm down for anything.]

nonah

[agoddeal]

Perhaps it would have been for the best for you to attempt it when sleeping, then.

[Could Kotoko have moved to catch her? Probably. Very definitely. But it's much more amusing to watch from a few safe steps back and see if Nico takes out anyone in the line when she tumbles.]