Lies a place that few have seen.

[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? This month has been a rocky one, and locals are beginning to eye imPorts with renewed scrutiny; if people like them can get superpowers, are imPorts really that special, after all? Some people usher their children away from anyone clearly not 'from around here,' while other natives may be brave enough to directly approach obvious imPorts and ask their thoughts on the war with Russia and what the imPort ambassadors are planning to do about it.

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!

Also, as the Halloween craze is reaching a fevered pitched, more and more children are running around in costumes of their favorite imPorts! Do you recognize any of these masks? Perhaps one of these costumes mimics YOU!?

...

Isn't that kinda creepy?

03. Maurtia Falls, Pennsylvania is populated by a whole lot of people who are having awfully bad days. With the emergence of locals with superpowers, many seem to have latched onto their new supercharged identities with an incredible amount of gusto. As your character walks down the street, they may find themselves accosted by a large man in his mid-20s, dressed in an ill-fitting spandex suit of orange and yellow. As he thrusts his finger into an imPort's face, the spandex rides up, turning into more of a crop-top, which he duly tugs back down before shouting, "You're not the special ones anymore, imPorts! Feel the wrath of Heartburn!"

Stupid name aside, he does seem to have superpowers as he breathes a large plume of fire. His aim still isn't great, though; it could hit the imPort in question, or be sent in the direction of a nearby local, or even a particularly flammable building.

What will you do, Hero?

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. This fine day, pumpkin spice seems to be in style, to the point at which you happen to be crashing an open pumpkin spice festival. From drinks to sweet treats to some other things that really, really shouldn't be pumpkin spice flavoured (pumpkin spice flavoured vodka, anyone? It tastes like regret!), everyone seems to be in the mood for the upcoming season.

Taste test a few samples and take in the hustle and bustle of the city, everyone! And hey, if just gorging yourself isn't enough, why not try your hand at the pumpkin carving contest going on? The competition is fierce!

Comments

Leo || Fire Candy

[liononfire]

Heropa
[ There's so much to say about this situation. For a moment there, Leo thinks he's high, but he hasn't touched a drop of candy in ages. After being dropped off by the government, he is currently carrying his file and his motorized roller-blades while he stares at the house he was told he could live in.

nah, fuck that.

He quickly spins around and goes exactly the opposite way because fuck all of this, fuck all of that, fuck everyone and everything. This is still too much for him to handle, and this is still too much for him to bother caring about. Right now, he wants something else: a smoke. After he pats his shorts and realizes he has no cigarettes with him, he will approach the first person (adult or child, he doesn't care) and call them ]

Yo! Got any smokes?


De Chima
[ The Black Lion of Shinjuku won't mean a thing in this place. Not that it meant much back home, but Leo likes to believe it did, if only because the gangs respected him. Sort of. But not being known isn't what bothers him. What truly bothers him is the fact that NO HUMAN is disgusted by him, that no human sneers when they see him, or call him disgusting or freak. They speak to him naturally, they want to have an actual conversation.

And that is freaky as hell.

And thus Leo responds the only way he ever learned: with a scoff and a taunt, a nasty smirk and disdain. He has no other way to respond, he wouldn't know how. This whole thing is actually pretty gross because Leo always wanted this and yet, he didn't - it's a conflicting feeling, wanting to be given "rights" and then, when you do have them, you don't trust them or believe them to be real. And even if they are real, you hate them because up until now, disgust was all he had.

He was in the middle of flipping off some guy who asked him if he had "a sweetheart" when he seems someone dressing up as... whatever the hell it was? Looks like a Dracula?]

What the fuck...? Why are people wearing idiot clothes?


Nonah
[ Leo came from a pretty big, yet rather small city. It's big because it's the last city in his world, the biggest one and the only one that still contains humans (and their aberrations, the Halves), but compared to this world, it's very small. It's only the size of Shinjuku after all (it IS Shinjuku).

So Nonah is HUGE to him.

There are so many people, so much noise, so many HUMANS. Which is surprising in itself, honestly; how did they not go extinct yet? They looked the same dumb idiots, they sounded like the same dumb idiots, hell, they acted sort of the same, if only with the exception of actually being excited for meeting a Half. Then again, they call Leo a "hero"; they probably don't get what a Half is. It's still a rather young world, though, and it's not dying just yet, so maybe that's why.

Give it a couple of years and they'll see it how it'll bite them in the ass.

But even if Leo is bitter and salty and cynical about humans and their dumb lives, he isn't going to refuse free food. Except he should have because he is going to regret it; people are offering Leo stuff, so he will take it but nearly EVERYTHING tastes like pumpkin spice. Even when he actually stole alcohol to wash away the flavor, the vodka had some in it.

So watch him spit it all out ]

Fuck!, what's wrong with you assholes!?!? Gimme somethin' decent!

De Chima

[defriendzone]

[ Yeah, that human, human+ divide sure can be a weird thing. Non-humans aren't exactly the best sign in his world, but they also tend to look significantly less human and more alien than Leo does. So while Micchy does notice the eyes and the unusual markings he, like most of the natives of this world, opts not to really make comments on them.

He does look a little puzzled by the question, and he turns to glance at the kids excitedly running down the street in various costumes. ]

Mmm... some sort of event? Isn't that why people wear costumes where you're from?

[ Taking a stab in the dark that this guy isn't from this world, but he's only basing that off the fact that all the natives he's met have looked pretty solidly normal human, so he's trying to keep his wording vague enough that he could be implying Leo's just from another city. ]

luke skywalker ( star wars )

[xwing]

( de chima )
[ your first glimpse of luke is probably through a small crowd of excited locals. he's not a tall man, but the all-black ensemble and the weird sort of gravity he seems to have is notable.. as is the pained expression he's making. it's been a very long day or two, and he really just wanted to get some information, go back to his assigned living space, and sleep for about a week straight. as it is, he's currently trying to fend off excited questions about his abilities and his lightsaber, pausing to let people take selfies, and making polite attempts to excuse himself. ]


( maurtia falls )
[ it's impossible not to sense the strangely-clad figure's self-righteous anger, so luke knows immediately when the situation goes south. --nearly before the first short plume of flame begins to take form, he's reaching for the force as he sprints toward the pair.

he skids between them and flings up a hand, and the flames hit an invisible wall, spreading out along it, contained in a space perhaps a foot all around the stranger. luke snatches him into the air, then--to the chorus of several startled, unhappy yelps--and keeps him there, dangling fifteen feet above the street as he squirms and curses.

when he's certain that the situation's contained for the moment, luke straightens, glancing toward the intended victim. his expression is apologetic as he offers a small, polite nod. ]

.. I apologize for butting in like that. I just.. thought it was maybe better safe than sorry in this situation.


( nonah )
[ luke's finally rested up enough to explore a little of what this world offers-- and a festival is a good option to get to know the culture and some of the locals. he's spent the day wandering between the booths, chatting with people and trying some of the wares.

when he notices someone next to him with some of the vodka, though, he has to pause to warn them: ] You really don't want that. [ look at this expression full of regret. ] I made the mistake already. It's like the swill some Corellians drink.


( wildcard )
[ what it says on the tin! encounter him anywhere, or lmk what you're interested in and i'll write up another prompt. ]

maurtia falls

[primadovea]

[ said intended victim is...a small little thirteen year old girl, way to go Heartburn, you asshole. She does have a rather visible imPort tattoo on her arm, which might explain a little bit.

Thankfully, here comes Luke, the knight in shining armor who saves her from being stir-fried then...somehow dangles him in the air.

Well, there are powers of all sorts here. At his question, Mint can't help but shake her head. ]

Oh there's no need to apologize! [ Mint exclaimed, with a huff, as she just GLARED in Heartburn's direction. ] Picking on a young lady like that...how exceedingly vulgar of him!

Clarisse La Rue | PJO

[laruetheday]

03
[ This is definitely the weirdest quest she's been on, and she's been on quite a few. For one thing, the Mist is supposed to trick mortals into thinking her electrified spear is something stupid and harmless—a pool cue or a baseball bat or whatever—but she hears several people comment on it as she passes by. It's a good thing she's not decked out in full battle armor or she's pretty sure the cops would be trailing her by now.

Well, whatever. It's not like she can't handle herself even if the Mist is screwing up. She's the daughter of the war god, after all, and she's pretty sure there's not a monster that exists that isn't scared of her.

Unfortunately, the elementary school-aged kids in town didn't get the memo, and Clarisse finds herself surrounded by a very enthusiastic group of them, her scowl deepening with every question they ask: "Hey, can I get your autograph?" "Will you take a picture with me?" "Can I hold your spear?"

The last question proves to be too much for her, and she barks out a shocked and incredulous laugh. ]

Wh—no, you can't hold it!


05
[ Okay, so being stopped on the street is weird, but being treated like a superhero is actually pretty nice. And it's not impossible for mortals to have heard of her. After all, that loser Percy Jackson hangs out with enough of them. Maybe one of them talked Clarisse up. It's about time people started paying the drakon slayer the respect she so clearly deserves.

She enters a bustling local coffeeshop and scowls at the long line. This is going to take forever, and she doesn't have that kind of time. She stomps the butt of her spear on the floor three times, making the customers turn to stare, before announcing loudly: ]

Out of my way, mortals! I, Clarisse, daughter of Ares, want a pumpkin spice latte, and I don't wait in line.

05

[darktwisty]

( Eventually, we all are faced with a situation that we just don't know how to handle. Oh, we might say that looking for your first apartment or starting a new class seems overwhelming and hard to get a handle on, but ultimately? There's always someone to ask for advice - or offer unwanted advice, as the case may be. There's your friends, your family, your shrink or bank manager or the lady at Starbucks who always spells your name right. At the end of the day, people all jump through certain hurdles, even if the hurdles are different shapes or heights or sizes.

And then there comes the day when the hurdle isn't something you've ever even thought of preparing for, and this hurdle is on fire, at the edge of a cliff. It's not even a hurdle, like you thought. It turns out that you signed up for a trapeze instead, and the trapeze has no safety net.

[ the camera cuts to a young woman holding a spear, and Meredith Grey looks Very Tired. ]

At least you can always count on some things, even when you're trying to figure out how the Hell you're meant to be a trapeze artist. Oh, big city weirdos. Never change. Never give up the flaming trapeze. )

Yep. That's a future neurosurgeon, right there.

( Meredith's voice is quiet, but maybe not quiet enough given the very unsubtle okay, weirdo look that she just gave this world's female version of Alex Karev. )

I never knew having a parent with a god-complex allowed you to skip lines. I'd have started cashing in on that perk right away.

Jason Todd | DC Comics (Pre-52)

[batstard]

> OPTION A (HEROPA)

[ There are definitely people crossing the street to avoid this guy, but it's not necessarily because he's an import. Maybe it's because he looks a little intimidating -- big guy with a white streak in his hair and a fuck-off-I've-had-a-long-day expression even before noon.

Right now he's a new arrival just wandering around the city, getting his bearings. Walking without any particular destination in mind. But every once in a while he'll wander upon some landmark that gives him pause. A government building, police headquarters, a bank. And instead of walking right by, maybe he'll pass it around the block a few times. He might even go inside, although he never seems to have any actual business in any of these places. He's not drawing any attention to himself but if you're really the observant type you might notice him, and honestly he looks like he's casing the joint. Maybe he's a criminal, or maybe he's just lost after all? You could try confronting him, or offering directions. Or maybe just tailing him for a bit, even. ]

> OPTION B (MAURTIA FALLS)

[ -- So anyway, that happened. Now two minutes have passed and the situation is as follows: Heartburn (not the dumbest name Jason's ever heard; he's from Gotham, home of Condiment King) is now unconscious, mostly on account of having had his head smashed very very hard against some bricks. He will probably not be okay, to be honest, even if he probably will technically live. Jason doesn't really care that much. It wouldn't be an issue at all, normally -- the street was mostly empty when the confrontation happened, and the people who were around were all distracted by the apartment building going up in flames, so nobody actually saw him directly in the act of bashing this dude's head in. He could just disappear and nobody would be the wiser. He's good at disappearing. Great at it, in fact.

And that's what he was going to do. But then he hears screaming. Third floor of the smoking building, he's pretty sure. Maybe just panic at seeing the fire, he thinks, but it gives him pause. The screaming doesn't stop, just gets more frantic, and yeah, somebody is trapped up there. He hears the word "help" in there somewhere, and more relevantly he doesn't hear sirens.

So change of plans. He doesn't spare the asshole on the ground another glance, just starts rapidly climbing the fire escape to bust into the apartment next door. He looks annoyed as shit to be doing this, honestly. ]

> OPTION C (WHEREVER)

[ Choose your own adventure, the comment. If you want to plan something out OOCly you can contact me here or hit me up on plurk @ NECROFANTASIA. Or honestly you can just comment with whatever and I'll run with it, I'm flexible. ]

Maurtia Falls

[pummelgranite]

[ Honestly, her main concern was going to be the man left face down to slowly bleed from the head. If he's dead, then that made him a free meal for Jack. Unfortunately, as she let a vine wrap around his ankle to drag him back into the darkness of the Underground, he had stirs and let out a pathetic little noise. Still alive. Tough break.

She's about to accept all the drama as simply irrelevant to her when Skunkhead Skinnyjeans starts to scale the building. That's when something far, far more important catches her attention:


Dat ass. ]

Mitsuzane "Micchy" Kureshima | Kamen Rider Gaim

[defriendzone]

De Chima

[ Being completely human is a nice first step to avoiding people's notice, but pulling your hooding up to cover half your face, and keeping your head down does a pretty good job of it too. Micchy's clothing might be bright, but it's not unusual enough to immediately flag him out as an imPort, and it's not like he's had a chance to be in the news yet. For the most part he goes by completely unnoticed by the general populous, not that he thinks any of them would know about him.

Right up until a little kid runs by wearing a Kamen Rider Ryugen costume, and Micchy tugs his hood back a little to increase his peripheral vision, and make sure he just saw that right. He hasn't even been here for long, when did someone have time to even put this costume together?

He pulls his hood back into place, and laughs nervously to cover up how startled he was by that. Turning to the closest person to him he decides to subtly fish for a little information about just how beloved the imPorts are or are not in the form of small talk. ]

Superhero costumes seem really popular here, don't they?


Maurita Falls

[ Micchy wasn't the hero to be attacked by Heartburn there, but he was walking down the street when Heartburn accosted an imPort, and got to witness the whole thing go on. Including Heartburn nearly missing setting several civilians ablaze. Without his armor on Micchy rushes across the street, muttering apologies to the car horns blaring at him as he brings traffic to a screeching halt. ]


Nonah

[ Someone just handed Micchy a jack-o'-lantern. Like a fully carved pumpkin with a creepy face, and he has no idea what to do with it. He's standing there turning the pumpkin around in his hands to get a look at the face, looking vaguely uncomfortable with the whole thing, and carefully turning it back around so it's not facing him anymore.

Why did someone just shove this into this hands? Someone please take this, he doesn't know what to do with it. ]

Uhm...?

de chima

[dicktate]

[ In Jinseok's humble opinion, Micchy couldn't have turned to anyone better to fish for information from. Not only is the the most handsome person on the street this evening, he is also the most knowledgeable. Probably. He hasn't been here for a while, but he's Jin Jinseok. He's got this. ]

I guess, but none of them can get my hair right.

[ And most of them are wearing his outfit from his press photos on the way to the diplomat meeting in South Korea, which are 100% more shirted than he usually is. ]

Dante | Devil May Cry 3

[thedevilinside]

> A. Heropa

[My oh my, he just loves attention, even if the crowd doesn't necessarily love him. There's a theatricality to him, and he addresses the crowd by throwing his jacket out behind him and bowing to his loving audience.]

Come on, be nice! I don't have something on my face, do I?

[He brushes some of the hair out of his face and flashes a wolfish grin up to a rather austere looking mother and her child, who hides behind her dress but with more fascination and awe than fear. He arches his back and throws one arm out into the air, and rests his hand on the Gothic broadsword on his back.]

I had a hell of an invitation, but this party kinda sucks!

> B. Maurita Falls

[He smiles into the fire as he's doused in it, Heartburn's own face falling at his own ineffectiveness. Dante cuts a swath through the air with the giant sword on his back which seems to extinguish the fire entirely before he resheathed it, taking an exaggerated step forward when he does, waving halfheartedly at his smoking coat.]

You ruined my jacket! You'd better pay for that!

[He unholsters a single of his dual guns, Ebony and Ivory, and sticks one in Heartburn's face with a grin, barrel pressed against his forehead. With a whimper, Heartburn faints, and with a showy spin Dante slips his gun back under his arm.]

Heh. Bang.

A

[pummelgranite]

[ HELL PUNS YOU SAY. She will just lean casually over the iron fench of the cemetery that they are definitely standing by. ]


I'd say, "It's probably because you're shirtless and packing absurdly huge guns," but this is Florida. They're kinda into that.

Larxene | Kingdom Hearts

[voltics]

[2]

[Larxene, on her best of days, is not a patient woman. And this is not her best of days. She's irritated at being plucked from Castle Oblivion before she and Marluxia could carry out their plans. She's irritated at being surrounded by so many people with vapid smiles on their faces.

So when a group of them gather to take a picture with her, that's finally enough.

Larxene snaps her fingers in the long sleeve of her black coat, and all of a sudden, every single one of those cameras or other devices being pointed at her shorts out with a flash of light and sparks.] Ooh, bummer.

Better luck next time!

[Time to slink away.]

[3]

[Larxene watches the newcomer with a strange mixture of disgust and amusement on her face. When it becomes clear that he's going to attack her, though, her expression blossoms into what is clearly delight. Malicious delight.] Oh, we're really doing this? Okay. Have it your way, big guy.

[Suddenly, there are golden daggers between her knuckles. When he breathes the plume of fire in her direction, Larxene vanishes from sight in a shower of electric sparks; the fire contacts the building behind her, setting it alight.

She doesn't care. She reappears behind Heartburn and jams her fists forward, penetrating his lower back with the six dagger points. He howls in pain, but it doesn't end there. Electricity immediately wraps around her fists and flows into his body through the daggers.

She's definitely going to kill him, if this keeps up.]

[4]

[Okay, this pumpkin stuff? That's not bad.

It's pretty tasty, actually. Larxene orders a pumpkin spice hot chocolate, and takes the styrofoam cup in her hands, inhaling and then taking a sip. Delicious.

She then turns and walks away, with the vendor calling at her-- with increased urgency-- to go back and pay.]

[Wildcard]

[Choose your own! Either way, it'll be likely to end in tears.]

3 let's DO THIS

[redigere]

[Naminé is rarely in Marutia Falls, but today she's picking up some things at a specialty art store. Just as she finishes paying, she and the other guests realize there's a commotion outside, and out of curiosity she follows everyone else to the door. It's not like she's not leaving already anyways.

And then she freezes in place, her eyes wide with shock.

In an instant she drops her purchases and runs over, the crackle of ice roaring in her ears as she flings as strong of an Blizzard spell she can manage at Larxene. It's probably barely enough to tickle her, but it doesn't matter. Naminé just needs to divert her attention, and the best way to do that is to offer the Savage Nymph a different target.]

Stop it! Stop hurting him!

Axel | Kingdom Hearts (C-c-c-combo time!)

[small_reservations]

2

[It's a lovely city, really. Lovely people too, he's sure. It's just... after his first crowding, Axel's not sure he wants to be on the streets anymore. It's not that he hates people, in fact the reverse is true, but it's easy to become overwhelmed in a new place.

That's why he's on the roof, anyway. He's hiding from the crowds, or at least taking a break from them. Everyone needs a break now and then, right? Right. And he'll stick by that, even if the break stretches for a long, long time.]

3

[Ok. Stupid name, first off. Stupid powers, secondly. I mean... heartburn? And vomiting fire? Really?

Regardless, Axel's control of the fire is admirable. Can't have too much property damage, after all. Instead of letting the flames roam free, he balls them all up, squeezing tighter and tighter until, with a tiny puff of smoke, they vanish.]

You wanna try that again?

[The offending "hero" is already gone, and before anyone could get an ID. Guess it's another person's bad day. As Axel turns, he catches a glimpse of another face, a witness to the event.]

Hey there! Did you catch that guy's face or anything?

4

[Pumpkins and jack-o-lanterns are not something Axel's really encountered much before. Sure, they smell good - especially the pumpkin pies that someone's grandma brought, still warm from the oven - but he's not sure what to make of the carving part of the festival. He ends up just sitting and watching the others go to town, drinking a pumpkin spice latte.

No bets taken on whether he ends up so sick on pumpkin that he'll never be able to look at such a drink again. Based on the sheer number of plates he's emptied so far, it'll happen soon.]

Wildcard

[Whatever you want, write your own prompt, go nuts!]

2 also hello~!

[redigere]

[Now that the weather is colder, Naminé has taken to bundling up in a scarf and peacoat whenever she goes through De Chima. It does help with the cold, especially since she's liable to be knocked sideways at the slightest breeze, but it's mostly a not-so-subtle way to hide her face from the very enthusiastic De Chima populace. Only her eyes, bright blue and incredulous, are peeking through.

And staring up at Axel where he is on the roof.

...it's a really good thing Kagami didn't accompany her today.

She raises a hand to wave a little to him, and then creates a corridor up to the roof, just a few feet behind him.]

...hi. When did you get here?

shinya hiiragi | owari no seraph

[majorgeneral]

02. ( De Chima )
[ It's a little strange to be photographed as much as he is but it's easy enough to block out and treat the surrounding flashes and whispers as white noise. Of course, he throws a smile and a wave every now and then to those who seem a little more on the shy side of things which either causes them to shy away even more with a timid little wave or for them to come rushing up in hopes that he'll answer their burning questions they seem to have for him. And he does, for the most part, answer them with a smile and chuckle, slipping away when he has the chance or when the huddle of people slowly seems to grow larger and larger.

In fact, he might just stay here off to the side away from the crowds for a little bit. And was that a dracula that just skipped by? ]


04. ( Nonah: grande triple-shot no foam pumpkin spice latte? )
[ Now here's something he hasn't seen in quite some time: a festival surrounding the fall tradition of putting pumpkin into every single thing possible. Well, to be fair, back home it was always more about the decorations and festivities that came with the tricks and treats of Halloween and the many parties that people and places held to don their scariest and most creative costumes and so, it's not really all that different for him to witness. It's just that it's been awhile what with the apocalypse and all happening and so he stands there rather amused with how festive everything seems to be.

First things first, he's curious about what it is they have to offer in the way of food and beverages and of course once he spots the possibility of having a pumpkin spice latte, he helps himself to one with a cheery smile wrapped around a pumpkin scone stuck in his mouth (is pumpkin jam a thing here?).

He's about to take a seat for himself with his goodies in hand (and mouth) and narrowly avoids a head-on collision with some running children chasing each other throughout the festival when he catches sight of the pumpkin carving going and so, of course, he has to go and take a look. ]

Ahaha, this one sure looks spooky doesn't it?

[ It's a little muffled around the scone still stuck in his mouth but you probably get the gist of it, right? ]

WILDCARD
( something different? hit me with your best shot! )

2

[dejerate]

[Yuu seems something of a somewhat regular sight of sorts in the area, with how often he lately comes over to see one of his friends living here. He almost barely pauses at the sight of a familiar uniform, half figuring it might be someone else imitating his from when he arrived.

But then he spots the familiar silver hair and double-takes. Shinya....? Shinya! If anyone would be better able to explain to him what was going on with Guren, it'd be him!]

Okay, okay, guys. I'm sure there are plenty of others around for you to go take photos of.

[Basically, shoo. As he approaches and looks to the Hiragi.]

Hey. Didn't expect you here.

vincent valentine ( ffvii & related nonsense )

[protomateria]

( heropa )
[ sure, it's fall, but it's also florida-- so what is this poor sap doing out here in black leather and what looks like a full (ragged) cloak?? he's new, that's what, and he's standing on the sidewalk holding his phone in what looks like a gold metal claw as he apparently tries to figure out how to make the damn thing work.

vincent just can't win, honestly. he was just getting used to his phone at home, and now he has to try to learn a new one.

he pokes a gloved finger at one of the buttons and jerks as a hologram keyboard pops up, scarlet eyes wide behind the fringe of his hair. .. he just wanted to find a map..

(what a grandpa.) ]


( network )
[ all that button-mashing and all he has to show for it is this lousy network post. the video is shaky and confusing for a few moments before it settles on part of vincent's face. he draws the phone back finally, the edges of his frown just visible above his collar, and reaches up to tap the camera with one clawed finger.

silence. it lasts a few moments more, then, reluctantly: ] .. I'm looking for anyone else from Gaia. Edge or.. Junon or.. anywhere. [ ok, so no introductions, then. no one's ever claimed that vincent is a particularly friendly man, though. ] Also a map. [ that's it, that's the post. there's some more awkward fumbling, and the feed finally ends. ]


( de chima )
[ there's no getting around it, vincent looks like a villain or a vampire or something. he's still wearing the same dusty black leather and ragged cloak-- he probably doesn't actually own anything else.

he's paused on the sidewalk to read one of the street signs, lethal-looking metal fingers tapping thoughtfully at his thigh.. when a small child in a witch costume slams into the backs of his legs. the tiny witch cries out and falls, vincent turns and reaches..

.. only to gently lift the little girl by the nape of her dress, setting her back on her feet. he offers a small nod as she thanks him excitedly, watching after her for a few moments as she runs to join up with her other small friends. he glances away, then, and happens to catch sight of someone who'd caught the exchange. though most of his expression is hidden behind the high neck collar of his cloak, he still manages to look a little flustered, a shoulder lifting slightly. ]


( wildcard )
[ encounter him.. anywhere??? grocery store? 7/11? park? shopping mall? why not. ]

heropa;

[23wishes]

[An important thing to know about Aerith is that she's always listening. This world doesn't have a Lifestream, but it has its own flow of thought, life, death, emotion and she can hear it all the same. She notices a familiar... something early one morning and even thought it might be too good to be true, she follows the feeling down to Heropa. (It's easy, with multiple friends who can make portals.)

So Aerith wanders around sunny, happy, sweaty Heropa, looking for probably both the most obviously out of place and most miserable guy in the world.

Unsurprisingly, it takes about five minutes.

She's quick to come up beside him and lean right into his personal space.]

Somehow, I knew you wouldn't be wearing swim trunks.

( future ) trunks | dragon ball z/super

[futuretrunks]

2. ( DE CHIMA )
[ The closest thing Trunks has seen to the amount of flashes that have gone off around him for his picture are either Tien's solar flare or his father's final flash attack and even then, somehow, these seem to be a lot worse than either of those attacks. Eyes of blue blink after he rubs at his eyes with palms of his hands and he wonders for a second if it's possible to go blind from how bright those flashes are. Their questions are things he doesn't even really know how to answer, let alone why they want to know and he finds himself stumbling over his words before he feels a yank at his back where his sword is strapped. ]

Hey- wait! That's not a toy!

[ He doesn't mean to, but sparks of gold ignite around him and within the blink of an eye, he transforms into a Super Saiyan, causing the people surrounding him to gasp in surprise while others quickly snap pictures; he feels like an animal at the zoo with all of this attention and the stares. So he's quick to get himself out of there, making it look like he has the ability to teleport when, in reality, he's actually just really fast and appears behind the nearest building, catching his breath as he does so. ]


3. ( MAURTIA FALLS )
[ This isn't how he wants to start the day here.

He'd been minding his own business and taking in Maurtia Falls when this guy- Heartburn was it? decides to pick a bone with him for something that Trunks deems less than worth it. If it wasn't for the fact that this guy seems to be a little on the serious side, he might actually just brush him off as someone a little too eager to join the superhero brigade that's been going around. But he gets a sort of feeling from this guy and it causes him to furrow his brows at that finger pointed in his face. ]

Look, pal. I don't know what your issue is but it'd be better for the both of us if you just take a hike, got it?

[ Apparently he doesn't and he's shooting some stream of fire at him which, for Trunks, is more than easy enough to dodge. But it's the bystanders behind that Trunks worries for and, quickly, he grabs them out of the way with what almost seems like teleportation before he thrusts his hand out and pushes "Heartburn" away with nothing but force rather than an energy attack (because he's not about to blast the guy to pieces), sending him tumbling backwards and smacking his head into the nearest wall with being upside-down and all.

Talk about a close call.

Looking back to those he grabbed out of the way as well as others nearby, he smiles with a touch of concern. ]

Everyone ok?


4. ( NONAH )
[ So here's the thing. When you come from an apocalyptic future where pretty much everything and everyone you know has been destroyed and killed, Halloween and pumpkin spice festivals like this aren't really the norm. So it's really no surprise that Trunks is standing there with confusion written all over his face as he looks around at all the festivities that the pumpkin spice festival has to offer. There's food, drinks, games, pumpkins with glowing faces... oh, right, they're called jack-o-lanterns when they're done being carved. There's so much for him to see and he realizes that he must look out of place with his constant staring but he can't seem to help himself, not even knowing where to start first.

At the approach of someone offering him a sample of a pumpkin spice latte, Trunks stares to the person with a couple blinks of confusion before he even bothers to look at the small little sample cup sitting on the round tray. ]

Pumpkin- what?

[ Oh boy, already this is going smoothly. ]


5. ( WILDCARD )
( Feel free to do something/have him somewhere different. )

Nonah!!

[arkproject]

[ Catherine is absolutely feeling some similar I'm-from-a-post-apocalyptic-future-what-is-this-nonsense herself, though to less of a degree. She hadn't personally had to live through most of her apocalypse, and apart from that, she's been here for a while already.

So she's sitting nearby, hopped up on a stone ledge with her legs dangling, sipping at her own latte with gloved hands. ]

Do you not have pumpkins in your dimension? [ It's a sensible question. She'd believe it. ]

Sei → DRAMAtical Murder

[fedoration]

De Chima

[ In comparison to the bizarre fashion that Platinum Jail and Midorijima tends to have, the outfits don't really surprise Sei that much. What's bothering him is being swarmed, drowning in invasive questions and job offers.

Sei has very little energy, twenty-three years of being raised in a lab leaving him frail and easily tired. So the activity after suddenly finding himself in a new world is overwhelming and the poor guy looks like he's about ready to collapse just from this, face pale. He's far too thin and frail looking to be deluged this way, and he doesn't have the social experience to really ward the people off.

Help? ]



Nonah

[ There is so much pumpkin spice. Sei didn't even know what pumpkin spice was before. He's still not really sure.

His hands are filled with samples that his been shoved upon him with a "You look like you could use this!" and he...looks like he has no idea what to do.

So he holds them out to the next passerby.

Please take them.

Please. ]

thomas nightingale | rivers of london

[ettersberg]

mauritia falls

( nightingale isn't the one being told to feel the wrath of heartburn. someone else is, or at least the attack seems meant for that person. it goes a little wild, however, the way peter's fireballs would when nightingale first took him down to the gun range and showed him the forma. it's an easy thing to throw up a shield and block the plume of fire before it can touch nightingale's burberry coat or set anything else on fire. instead, it seems to just slide off and fizzle into nothingness in front of nightingale.

should anyone be observing him: the only noticeable sign that he is displeased is the way his grip on what appears to be a walking stick tightens. he turns, ignoring a stupefied looking heartburn, to address the person the attack was meant for, aka you: ) Is there a police force here who could take this gentleman off our hands? I wouldn't want to overstep. ( his accent is british, the queen's english of radio hosts and bond villains. )

nonah

( so, there's nightingale: dressed in a bespoke three-piece suit, holding what seems to be a walking stick, handmade shoes and a white burberry coat over the whole ensemble, hair parted in an old-fashioned way to the side, broad shoulders and trim waist and posh british accent and i am not making this description up, i'm pretty much citing the books here, honestly.

he raises an eyebrow delicately after taking a sip of coffee. ) And this is called Pumpkin Spice Latte? I hadn't heard of this drink before.

wildcard

( need a british wizard cop somewhere? i'll roll with it. also: texts, misfires, etc. )

maurtia falls

[whathawksdo]

[ The person the attack was meant for being one Marian Hawke, who was honestly only in town to run an errand for once. Figures she couldn't go two steps into the Falls without someone having a problem with it. It also figures Heartburn can't aim worth a dime, but before Hawke can pull up her own shield to toss up, the British man with the unfortunate placement... does the exact same thing, all on his own.

Though it does leave them in the odd position of her with a hand stretched out towards him and Heartburn turning to give her an accusatory look, to which she raises her eyebrows high. ]

Oh, don't give me that look. You people can't blame me for every random force field that pops up around here. Now where were we-- right! [ Before the would-be supervillain can try again, she repurposes the magic she's already called up into an entirely different kind of field. She flicks her wrist at Heartburn, leaving him abruptly caught in an aura of blue-purple light. It's definitely a half-finished spell, something she breaks off part way through, but that doesn't really bug her. ] There. You were saying?

[ It's Nightingale she addresses that time, sounding almost as British, but not exactly so, while letting Heartburn stew, trapped and unmoving for the moment. ]

benji ryans. original character.

[cestrumnocturnum]

CHARACTER INFO;

[ Click here for a debrief, if you like! Also includes a note on pronouns. ]

DE CHIMA;

[ As someone who goes out of her way not to be the centre of attention, the friendliness of people in De Chima works out to be Benji's living nightmare. Fortunately, after enough stammered answers and fluttery apology and refusals for picture taking, even the most relentless of newcomer imPort fans break off from her. Which is wonderful, because she was three seconds from swooning, whether genuinely or as a means of getting out of this situation.

Sitting heavily on the edge of a park fountain, she leans forward, elbows on knees, head in hands, and waits for her heartbeat to restore to a normal clip. It doesn't help that it feels unseasonably warm to her, and yet insists on her heavy knits and wools, long-sleeved.

The crush of a city, alive and prosperous and densely active, is overwhelming enough. She is used to tall buildings and paved road, and she is used to the empty shells of cars that stopped a decade ago and never started again, and to wind that blows through the skeletons of those tall buildings, and those paved roads empty of anything but debris, scorch marks, winding cracks.

Back of hand to forehead, she shifts to lie down on the raised concrete, no one paying her too much mind. The running fountain water to one side, the ambiance of the park to the other. ]

NONAH;

[ What romantic doesn't love the fall? Benji hadn't been sure what to picture when it came to the golden changing of the season in the middle of a city like Nonah, because the wreckage of New York City had been just a slightly colder, wetter version of itself come Halloween. But here we are, with flavours of pumpkin lacing food and drink, and Benji is willing to trade what meagre pocket money she has for a pastry with dense pumpkinny filling.

Which proves altogether too rich for her, but that's okay. She can be found sitting on a streetside bench of curled iron and wooden slats, crumbling the last of the dessert between her hands and letting it spill onto the sidewalk. A swarm of pigeons, wing to wing, crowd the area with the kind of twitchy, crawling movement of insects.

Long-limbed and badly postured, Benji keeps to herself, maybe only recognisable in passing from imPort gatherings, or glimpses on the network. ]

cw sexual vulgarity

[pillz]

[the smell of cigarettes crawls into her senses the next moment. then the scratch of shoes on concrete.

there's a boy standing over her. skinny, hipbones poking out like cut glass even under the fabric of his wifebeater, hair in spikes, sunlight glinting off the chain on his neck. there's something faintly anachronistic about the cut of his jeans and the sunglasses perched on his face, but it's hard to place. there are hypermasculine tanktop turd lords in the 50's, too.] They're probably hoping some bear comes up on your twinky ass for fanart purposes, [he tells her.] They way into that shit.

What's our name, sweetheart? [he's probably too young to be calling benji that, but he is clearly not the sort of young person who is bothered by such distinctions. he props his foot up on the concrete, just beyond her head, and looks down at her from the v of his crotch. ʘ‿ʘ✿]

solas | dai: post trespasser dlc

[solasan]

Heropa

[ If he truly believed in anything approaching greater powers that weren't, in and of themselves, simply the most powerful of those who've set themselves up to be gods, he might have been tempted to believe they had a sense of humour. Not two hours ago he'd granted the Inquisitor the kindness of their continued existence (if that was or was not a good idea, their death was at least one he could say did not result from the final, lingering consequence of his indirect, failed manipulations with Corypheus... it would instead result from his other not yet failed manipulation to liberate the world from the divide he'd imposed in the first place), and now, instead of continuing to recruit from amoung the pale shadow remnants of what was once his people, he stood here. In a city on another world with no ready touch of the Veil, no sense of the Fade, and populated entirely by humans. The only better, twisted jest would be a world ruled by followers of the Qun.

He's observing the messy, chaotic nature of this place from a table of a cafe here off one of the main shopping districts in Heropa, sipping at some kind of coffee (anything other than tea), dressed unrepentant as the Dread (Unrecognised) Wolf, watching human children and human parents and human machinisms and holidays at play up and down the street. He's gathered it's some sort of festival celebration, and the hubbub of that festive activity allows him the time to glance down at the strange mechanism resting on top of the file that distilled him down into a matter of scant paragraphs. Ironic, how those few were perhaps more indicative of his reality than the lingering stories of what he was according to the peoples back home.

Tapping one long finger on the communicator, he repeated the steps for pulling up the interface, intrigued in spite of himself by this avenue to information and communication. What a world this was... for all it was supremely irritating to be here. ]

Fascinating.

[ Funny how fascinated is hardly his most consuming feeling in that moment, pleasant as his voice is pitched to be. ]

YELLS A LOT

[sidequestings]

[ mahanon doesn't spend much time in heropa. in all honesty, florida in general is too hot and humid for his taste, nevermind that the lavellan clan spends so much time in the north back home. (when he lets himself think about it--which isn't often--he imagines that his birth-clan is probably very southern, and that must be why he's cursed with such fair skin.) still, he occasionally has business in the southern state; today he was visiting a friend (maybe cassandra). he's on his way back when something catches his eye, and he turns on the sidewalk, glancing across the street.. and freezing.

no. there's no possible way. what are the odds? first dorian and cullen, then cassandra, and now-- ]

Solas! [ he's a little embarrassed by how happy he sounds, but it's so good to see the other elf, and it's been months, and he's missed him. he hurries across the street, lifting a hand in a wave and trying not to smile too foolishly. after all, like with dorian and cullen and bull, this.. probably isn't his solas, the one he knows.

he slows as he approaches, pale eyes flickering over the semi-familiar armour, the pelt over his shoulder, head tilting faintly in interest. (at his left side, the anchor crackles in his palm once, then is silent once more.) ]

.. Your armour.. [ it's like the temple guardians', like that abelas had worn, but.. a little different, too. --that's not important at the moment, though. shaking himself mentally, his smile returns, a little wry. ] No, forget it. I'm just glad to see you, even if it's not.. ideal circumstances.

Lois Lane | Gwenda Bond's Lois Lane series

[skepticgirl1]

Heropa
[ For the week of grace period Lois finds herself really quite thankful. After all, she's never been good with military regimentation. All they'd have to do is ask her dad to know that. At least her permanent record doesn't seem to have followed her across universes. Across universes. Even for Lois Lane, experienced in brainwashing computer games and clones and knowing somewhere out there is a man who can fly, this is weird and unsettling--and being Lois, she has only one real way of coping.

So it's a rather lost looking teenager in knee-high boots, tights, a plaid skirt, and skull-and-crossbones sweater wandering around, peering at shop windows and trying not to be too conscious of the fact that just being an unfamiliar face makes her stand out. Still, it's at times like this that she's glad she always carries plenty of spare cab fare. Hopefully it'll work here too.

Finally--since timidity never got her anywhere--she picks the first likely looking person and walks up directly. ] Hi. Is there a public Internet cafe around here somewhere?


Maurita Falls
[ Lois is many things, including in her own way a hero. However, her weapons are the word and when she can get to them her dad's lockpicks, historically nothing like the power she's been told she now has. It's hard to really believe that, right now, when there is fire shooting at her head. All she'd wanted to do is go scout out some of the other options for a place to live--after Metropolis, a little town in Florida does not appeal--and it doesn't take two minutes before her life is in danger.

Mom and Dad would be so pissed at me.

She's still grateful for her reflexes as she dives for cover, smelling ozone. ] Look, I know I only just got here, but I've got Tums and I'm not afraid to use it!

[ No, she doesn't, but what's she supposed to say? Besides, he started it! ]


Nonah
[ This place is at least welcoming and city-like without the... overbearing attention of De Chima. and the samples, yes, Lois is very good with that. She's still a growing kid, after all; she understands the importance of free food. In fact, Lois' progress can be clearly tracked by the goodies she picks up along the way.

Eventually she gets out a notepad and paper, and can be found trying to talk more free samples out of the places she likes, with a common refrain. ]

I'm thinking about starting a blog, aimed at kids my own age, yeah? So I was wondering, how does your story start?

Wildcard
[ Pick something else, if none of these suit! ]

Nonah

[andaway]

[Well.

There's a lot of hints to who he's talking to. Even if he wanted to be obtuse, even if he was actively trying not to see- something he would never do, especially talking to her of all people… it would be hard not to notice the little things. Purple eyes? Check. Blunt straight-to-the-facts attitude? Check. Already planning on writing right away? Also check.

Plus there’s the fact that while he didn’t know her at that age, he would still recognize that face anywhere. He pushes his glasses up in surprise as he smiles.]

Hello to you too. Name’s Clark Kent. I’m pretty sure it’s customary to share your name before you start digging into people’s lives.

Bel Thorne | Vorkosigan Saga | OTA!

[shipmaster]

De Chima - Power Armor

For once in their life, Bel Thorne had no particular idea what to do with attention. The atmosphere in De Chima (a place Bel had picked in the Porter room on a whim and having no better place to go) was exciting enough.

The armor the mercenary was kitted out in was more than enough to grab the attention of the enthusiastic population. Heavy, designed and scarred by combat (some of those marks, very, very fresh), it was adorned by a stylized lion's face in front of stylized wings and a red field - the standard of Bel's ship, the Ariel.

Instead of inspiring fear, as one might expect in a pre space planet - it garnered excited talking, questions about what they were doing the next few days and CAN YOU SWING US UP MISTER??

As you find this person hidden by bulky, imposing armor designed to make a person into a one man army - they're currently engaged in lifting one of the local kids with one hand. Another, their sister, by the looks, laughs and swings from the metal arm.]

Okay, one more time, but I have to get going after that. [The voice, a low alto, is not particularly cold, despite the complaints.]


Nonah - Pumpkin Spice Lament

[A few days in after arriving, Bel had found a nice pair of jeans and t-shirt (stating RISE UP! in bright red) and had begun venturing out to explore this bizarro version of Earth they'd landed on somehow.

The important thing, they decided, was to find out about this culinary, limited time treat that seemed to make everyone go wild. There were only days until everything turned to peppermint and chocolate. The time to strike was now.

They took one hearty swig of the pumpkin spice vodka they'd bought to sample (and bring back to their crew) and.

Coughed. Spluttered.]

Oh god.

I'm. Here! Take the rest!

[Blindly, they shove the bottle at you, whoever you are.]

THE FIRST

[vorbarra]

[ Gregor, of course, recognizes the power armor immediately, and Bel's flat Betan accent and appearance no less so. That wasn't all that long ago for him, and in addition he has a rather encyclopedic memory for names and faces as something of a survival skill.

He's nonetheless surprised to see them, and relieved that it is a surprise, and not one more person with access to his head and him having access to theirs. He stands to the side, any alarm relieved completely by the jovial atmosphere of Bel giving children lifts. ]

I should think so, [ he says amiably, seeing his cue. ] Or you'll be counted remiss for not reporting in, Captain.

d.va (hana song) • overwatch

[bunnyhopped]

a. de chima
[ Don't be alarmed by the large bright pink mech chilling outside of the Local Ice Cream Shop. Do not be alarmed, also, by the young lady sitting on one of the mech's arms in a bodysuit that looks like it belongs on an old school giant robot anime. Or the decently sized crowd beginning to form around this spectacle. This girl is basking in the attention like she's used to it. Because, well, she is. She has no idea how she's become instantly famous in this place considering she hasn't done a single thing but get sucked into this dimension or whatever it is, hey, that's not all that different from home at least. She's perfectly content with letting people gawk and admire as they walk by while she works on an ice cream cone, except-- ]

Hey, hey, hands off the MEKA, please! Thank you!

b. maurtia falls
[ This face?

This is Hana's totally unimpressed face. Eyes squinting, brow furrowed, and lips pulled into a frown, because-- what is this guy even going on about? All she wanted to do was to go exploring the town at night to stock up on snacks, not fight crime, and yet. Why this. Her lips actually part at disbelief at how lame this guy is when he has to adjust his costume, and her hand lifts to swat his accusatory finger away from her face. Which-- apparently, is the last straw for him as he steps back, reveals The Worst Villain Name Ever, takes a deep breath, and--

Completely misses her. Unless he really was aiming for that basket of flowers hanging from the lamppost. ]

Dude, are you even trying?

[ She just. Pulls a hand down her face before she steps forward, and her hand begins to glow a turquoise color as she reaches out to grab one of his wrists. As soon as she makes contact, the flame being exuded from Heartburn begins to get smaller and smaller, and even when he visibly tries to exert more effort into his fire-breathing, nothing happens. Hana smirks. ]

Boom! You just got nerfed, scrub.

WHAT IS OVERWATCH LORE?!?!

[caduceusvalkyrie]

[Angela had been working late the entire week and decided that for her first day off she was going to take a walk through De Chima. Now in this world, big crowds didn't phase her if they surrounded someone else. In fact she barely took notice of them unless they blocked her way. It wasn't the crowd that caused her to slow to a stop and stare, it was the mech that grabbed her attention first. She recognised it and her heart sank for a moment as she thought about the pilot, someone possibly from her world that was now here, just like she was and how Genji had been.

Then the crowd moved and she saw the girl and she smiled a little as she somehow, easily slipped through the spaces.]

Miss Song?

[A famous pilot and a rising actress? How couldn't she not say hello. Assuming she wasn't making a total idiot of herself and had the wrong person.]

Nami | One Piece

[mapsmikanmoney]

De Chima
[The first time someone barges into Nami asking for a picture, she's startled. But clearly these people want to take pictures with imPorts, and if people want something- well, they're usually willing to pay for it, aren't they? After a few minutes of fiddling with her communicator to get it to take pictures, she even has a bit of advertising ready.]

Of course, I'd love to take a picture with you! That'll just be five b- dollars. [Nami oh-so-casually holds up her communicator, the screen of which shows her in a fairly sultry pose. She's clearly photogenic.]


Maurtia Falls
[Nami wasn't in Heartburn's direct line of fire, so to speak. Which gives her the chance to duck behind a mailbox before the spandex-wearing man can spot her. She feels unfocused without her Clima-Tact, but she's supposed to be able to do things just on her own now, right? Now seems like the time to try.

While Heartburn deals with having accidentally set a trash can on fire, anyone who can see Nami will notice her muttering to herself, as faint shimmering balls leave her hands to cluster above Heartburn.]

Cool ball. Cool ball. Heat ball. [As the balls of air cluster, a dark cloud forms above the would-be villain (would-be hero?).] Thunder ball. [A shimmering ball of energy drifts up into the cloud, and all at once lightning strikes next to Heatwave, and the cloud dumps a wall of water on him. Nami jumps up to lean around the mailbox.]

It worked! [She'll be annoyed by the aim of the lightning bolt later, for the moment she's thrilled.]

de chima

[santouryuu]

[How did Zoro get to De Chima without being registered? Who knows, he probably got on a train by accident and wound up in the wrong state or something. It's best not to ask questions in these situations.

At any rate, there's a certain mossy pirate that pops up behind her as she attempts to run her scam business:]

Don't do it, you'll owe her a hundred by the time she's done.

[ps hi]

Masamori Sumimura | Kekkaishi

[shadow_spread]

Heropa
[A man in a kimono, with a scarf carefully tucked high around his neck even in the lingering Florida heat, is definitely identifiable as "not from around here." Masamori may look tired, with dark circles under his eyes and weary movements, but that doesn't stop people who want to know his opinion of the situation with Russia.]

I only just arrived, so I can't say I understand the situation. [The young man who had been aggressively questioning Masamori narrows his eyes, but seems to grudgingly accept this answer. He shoves a handful of pamphlets at Masamori with a demand that the imPort "educate himself" before walking off. Absentmindedly, Masaori tucks the pamphlets ("NO POWER IS SUPER," "AMBASSADORS FOR PEACE") inside his kimono. He turns to someone nearby who doesn't seem to be carrying any excess paper.]

Excuse me, do you know any place to get lunch?


Nonah
[Masamori doesn't exactly understand this fervent obsession with all things pumpkin and pumpkin spice. They're nice flavors, but not exactly festival-worthy. Still, if he's here he may as well try the food. Well, the desserts. The pumpkin chocolate chip cookies are a nice variation, and he's working through a parfait layered with pumpkin spice cake, pumpkin pie filling, candied pecans, and whipped cream with a speed onlookers may find alarming.

Food safely in hand, he wanders over to the pumpkin carving.] That's a nice design.

Have a Mello • Death Note • Fashionably late

[thischaos]

[02. De Chima]

[He doesn’t like the bustle; reminds him too much of downtown L.A. at any given hour when he’d have to pull up his hood and tuck his chin just to make it through without anyone taking a second glance at his face. Paranoia is par for the course as far as he’s concerned, which is why Mello isn’t particularly amused when the low click of cameras sound in his direction. (More along the lines of highly annoyed, but with this much attention, a scene and subsequent fallout isn’t in his best interest.)]

Don’t do that— [First and last warning, aimed at every stupid half-wit within a twenty-foot radius. Bad enough that he has to tuck his wrist beneath his sleeve everywhere he goes. Mello doesn’t hide. And he doesn’t pose for photo-ops. And he doesn’t answer questions about himself. Or anyone. He doesn’t like people’s faces obscured, even if there’s a logical reason for it during this time of year. Makes him jumpy.

These people are too close, the air too prickling-cold where it slips through gaps in his coat. All of this—

What? A sweetheart? He doesn’t have time for this shit.

Maybe if he takes one down, the example will be efficient enough for him to get out of here without any further questioning.]

Whoever you’re looking for, I’m not him. [Or maybe he is. Doesn’t matter. He wants out.]



[Wildcard]

[Throw it at him; he can take it. But can you?]

05

[snowpointvictor]

Zoey was out trying to practice her growth/shrinking power when some 'idiot' criminal tried to ruin her day by robbing the grocery store she was in. She quickly dispatched the guy by growing to a few feet and pinning him with some help from a fellow Import.

lucifer | the wicked + the divine

[sincendiary]

[A] DE CHIMA

[ Here's one experience she's used to. This is only the beginning, but she really has missed having a stage. She'll casually light her cigarette with a finger snap and adopt her Aloof Yet Alluring Star poses for the cameras a little while longer, spinning pretentious devil-related tangents when people start asking about her as a person. The love affair and underwear questions are a different story. Those definitely get a lively smirk out of her. ]

A real question for the philosophers. Just ask around in a few days, and you'll probably pull more details than that. If not pictures. Sorry, now where were we regarding back home? There was a certain cat goddess...

[ Abruptly she turns on her heel and strides along forward as she talks, because this calls for a change of scenery. Whoever wants to follow can do that very easily, for now. ]

[B] MAURITA FALLS

[ What will she do? She'll give him a light. If there's one thing Lucifer has a low threshold for, it's sanctimonious little fanatics with too much time to waste. Even lower when she finds herself caught up in their line of literal fire. Come on, now.

Mid-melodramatic eyeroll, she clicks her fingers and sends out her own flame to consume the other before it just catches on this guy's oversized cape. It takes a few seconds of him screeching and trailing smoke down the street like a homemade human rocket, but he does drop and roll and run off on his less than merry way. Whether her fellow imPort seems to approve or not, her shrug and dry response stays the same. ]

Oh, please, no need for thanks — our brave hero's so-called uniform was positively criminal even by Hell's standards. I should know.

[C] NONAH

[ It's not like Florida isn't basically Satan's real estate, quite the contrary, it's that right now she needed to be anywhere but the place some authority assigned her for safekeeping. Sure, it might be a silly illusion of agency. On the other hand, this all beats being dead any day of the week.

At least she can count on holiday consumerism to come through with free caffeine. G-o-d knows she needs one vice or another while she takes in this new chance, and absolutely has no trauma to deal with at all!! She's also going to need clothes shopping ASAP what with her white suit all covered in blood, but there could have been worse seasons to show up in it. Feel free to notice, though. ]

B: Maurtia Falls

[pummelgranite]

[ Well one import is unimpressed. Who the fuck is this bitch. What the fuck is she trying to pull.

So said imPort is getting the fuck in her grill. Fast, like the briefest flickering shadow. Like a blink. And then darkness and blood-colored makeup and a splatter of freckles is right in her face. Skipping the thanks, skipping all pleasantries, the face and body of Laura FUCKING Wilson, but with distinctly inhuman eyes, and distinctly inhuman strength grabbing the lapels of that nice white suit.

She looks for a moment like she's going to tear Lucifer's head right back off. But then the look of rage breaks into something confused, and desperate. When she finally speaks it's croaked out. ]

. . . Luci?

Late to the fun/party...

[snowpointvictor]

(1. Heropa)

Zoey as she frequently explored each new area she came to, was still slightly weirded out by whole 'superpowers' thing and sorely missing her friends wasn't exactly helping. She knew that Ash, Brock and Dawn could handle themselves but... if they weren't here, why was she here? I mean seriously, why bring someone like her to fight? She did think her own power was a tad embarrassing and silly to say the least. So lost in her own thoughts, Zoey probably wouldn't notice many people as she sat down outside a nearby diner.

(4. Wildcard, anything goes.)

oliver jole ( vksgn saga )

[adhaerent]

( any city )
[ oliver jole is not a man that's content to treat this like a break or a vacation. he's been brought here by unfamiliar technology, separated from his world and his people and his obligations (not to mention his loved ones-- he's trying not to think about that), handed strange abilities, and everything about this government and its offer and request is suspicious.

it had taken a day to settle in and familiarize himself--not to mention get over the shock--but that's all he'd allowed himself. being well-informed and efficient is part of his nature, really, and he's been taught by the best. to that effect, he's been to the library, the town welcome center, the closest museum, and the nearby university. at this very moment, though, he's in a coffee-shop, a bag practically spilling reading materials over his shoulder, a book in his arm, and his free hand trying to keep from burning himself with the paper cup held carefully between his fingers.

a woman cuts him off as he heads toward a seat, though, and he jerks back to avoid running into her. hot coffee spills over his fingers, earning a hiss, and he bumps into-- someone. immediately apologetic despite the burn, he turns with an embarrassed smile. ] I'm sorry, are you alright--? I'm not usually so clumsy. [ he could almost be a local if not for the numeric tattoo apparent on his wrist. and a good thing he's an import, too, because that accent probably isn't too welcome in this part of the world. ]


( network )
[ the fellow in the video is young--late twenties, maybe?--and almost startlingly attractive, like a recruiting poster for the military or something. definitely for the military, given that rod-straight spine and disciplined expression. still, he offers a small, warm smile once he's certain he's recording. ]

Good afternoon. [ yeah, he should sound a little familiar to some even if he doesn't necessarily look familiar. ] I had several questions, if you will. I've done a little research-- [ he's been checking through the network, that is. ] --but I could use suggestions on how best to learn to control one's new.. abilities. What methods did the rest of you use?

Second.. [ here he hesitates, lips pressing briefly thin. ] I'm somewhat wasted at the job I was offered when I arrived here. However, I've heard of a security company run by imPorts.. the Dendarii, if I'm not mistaken? [ he's done his research. on the other hand, he's not entirely certain what the game is here, or if there's one at all-- he hasn't gone far enough back into the network just yet to tell. ] I think I'd be of better use there, if someone knows the easiest way to get in contact with the owners. Thank you for your time.

[use_everything]

[The stranger takes a practiced step back, a moment to dryly overlook the impressive coffee splash over his own long coat as well.]

It's nothing. [The accent is similar, with a Vorkosigan twang to the English. But the voice is distinctive, that baritone rasp could really be only one person, even if the lines were gone from his face. His hair wasn't silvered at all, only a pinch of grey hinted at the change coming over that black hair. No knots in his finger joints from the soltoxin arthritis, and his expression was far less guarded, more animated than Jole likely had seen outside of the most private of venues.


For his part, Aral Vorkosigan merely raised a brow, the accent more than the offense giving him longer pause. Western? Rural for certain. But not someone he knew either.]

A newcomer, I assume.

Jon Snow | ASOIAF/GOT

[song_of_ice]

De Chima, Virginia

[Adulation and attention was far from his experience. After years of having to endure "Lord Snow", "the bastard of Winter fell" and other such names, to suddenly be admired and revered left Jon reeling. Becoming Lord Commander had seemed a paltry matter compared to the crown that had been thrust upon him.

Yet being king was nothing like this.

He flinched every time someone wrapped an arm around him, steering him into position for another picture. The questions came in a rush, things that no one should ask unless they were close friends.

What he slept in (why?), his love life (non existent), what he wore beneath his breeches (really?!), and whether or not he'd give a "personalized voicemail" for a friend.

It was only when he managed to pull away from the masses that he could see the other disturbing reality of this place. There were children dressed as him, playing at his life, wearing black and swinging toy swords.

He almost preferred being king to this madness.

Ducking in a nearby alley, Jon waited for a group of fans to pass him without notice before attempting to escape to safety and quiet. It was only when he tried to grab a stopped cab that he nearly collided with another person.]

Sorry. [He quickly checked over his shoulder. Still no sign of those crazed followers.] Would you mind if I took this one?


Nonah, North Carolina

[It seemed a great waste to use pumpkins for more than food. After hard years at the Wall and the hard lesson of rationing food, Jon could only stand in the middle of the festival, staring at carved faces on the pumpkins. He was baffled, but compared to the strangeness of this world as a whole, it seemed more ridiculous than horrifying.

Someone had pushed a cup of something warm in Jon's hands. The sharp scent of chocolate and pumpkin hit him sharply, causing his stomach to lurch. No. As much as he tried to keep an open mind about this other world, there were some things he wasn't willing to try.

He held it out to someone pushing past him and through the crowd.]

I don't suppose you want this? [Whatever it was.]


Wildcard

[Feel free to think of your own prompt!]

De Chima. HEY THERE JON

[reek]

[ Theon is dressed rather differenly now. After a month in the modern world, he's adapted...well, he's working on it. He whips around, looking irritable and ready to fight, until he's met with a very familiar face. ]

Snow?

[ For just a moment, a flash of fear and grief cross Theon's face, but these emotions are quickly masked. In the blink of an eye, his expression changes, his mouth twisting into something between a smirk and a sneer. It's the same expression that he's worn for the last ten years in regards to Jon Snow. That grief is still lurking there beneath the surface, dulling the glint in his eye, but he's done a relatively good job of burying it. ]

As a matter of fact, I would mind, but the right price can change that. [ He leans against the cab, clearly unconcerned by the driver's schedule, looking amused. ] Why are you in such a hurry?