throws thumbtack confetti everywhere

[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 anyone's thread, either!

And remember to have fun!

01. Your memory is hazy and you might feel increasingly frustrated or anxious, or maybe you're excited as soldiers march past, barely glimpsing you. One second you're somewhere underground, the next you're enveloped in blue light, and suddenly you find yourself directly under Flordia sun's bright and burning glare. A female soldier steps toward you with a wide smile on her face and directs you to a car, ready to debrief you. You realize you are not the only one, surrounded by equally confused or eager faces... and you're all sporting a digital tattoo on your wrist.

02. Welcome to Cape Canaveral, where the smell of the ocean is in the air and locals are more than pleased to see new imPorts roaming their streets. They wave, they cheer, they ask for pictures as politely as they can. The more inhuman you look, or if you're wearing a costume, the more likely locals are to approach. Hey, enjoy the moment! The popular malt shop is offering you a free drink if you need it.

03. The technology in this world is certainly something. The cars are clearly modeled after popular 50s cars, but they hover several feet above the ground as they drive down the street. There are digital jukeboxes in restaurants, motorcycles also hover through traffic, advertisements can be seen on a digital projector on the taller buildings. Even kids on skateboards appear to drift a safe ten feet off the ground while playing!

04. Wherever you are, you can hear the loud revving of an engine, distance at first before you finally see it: a hovercar bursting around the corner, going beyond the maximum speed limit and just barely making its sharp turn. It doesn't appear to be slowing down any time soon, not with two police cars trailing it... and uh oh. Those skateboarding kids don't have much time to get out of the way as the car comes speeding down the road. You've been brought here for a reason Hero — so you better act fast.

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Shinjiro Aragaki - Persona 3 [FES]

[hoboagogo]

[prompt 4]

[The noise of sirens has his attention easily, and for once Shinjiro manages not to roll his eyes and assume it's directed at him. He also manages to look in the right direction for once, getting the hang of cars driving on the opposite side of the road. A quick backstep to make sure there's clearance and--]

Oh, Shit. [It's more a preliminary grimace, and Shinjiro goes ahead and closes an eye in a flinch from what's sure to be a grisly scene before him. because like hell he's able to do anything about those kids playing in the street. Maybe someone else can save them instead.]


[prompt--NO, I DO WHAT I WANT]
(this is assuming he'd be accepted with the idea for powers I have- that is, the ability to decay/rot/deteriorate items, and use that force to mend/heal/etc other things. To put it simply and not go into the details/restrictions, etc because test-drive.)

It was weird enough to show up here in the first place- When he'd been expecting the sheer finality and nothingness of death, and instead woke up with the lingering mental pain of the gunshot wound (fading away to reality quickly enough) and a sharp-dressed woman with a folder on him. Weirder still that they had information even the Kirijo Group had lacked-- and even stranger than that, the idea that he had some new and altogether unknown powers.

And so, after settling himself in the room that had been gifted to him, and walking out most of his thoughts and restlessness, he'd finally decided to test out these so-called 'powers.'

"....such bullshit..." He gripes to himself as he sits down at a worn picnic table, looking rather out of place with his thick coat and long sleeves (though perhaps not as out of place as the less-human or the costumed), and sets down a small paper bag of apples he'd brought with him. Easy enough. So there Shinjiro is, sitting at a worn and splintered picnic table out away from the crowds on the beach, prodding at the fruit gingerly and watching it begin to shrivel from the point of contact, withering and receding, dark splotches showing from under the skin.


(ooc; feel free to request a different prompt, or give me your own instead! I'm hella flexible~)

HEY GIRL HEY (yes this is fey)

[khajidont]

[They may be in the future, but apparently parenting skills haven't improved any - which is to say, children absolutely still play in the street, and it's still a bad idea. Luckily for them, Blue Beetle is on the scene, and even if his usual responsibilities err towards the realm of punching people, it's not as if he's going to ignore a few kids right about to be pavement pancakes.

He swoops in, wings spread behind him, and manages to shout a hasty,] Heads up, [before grabbing the kids underneath their arms and gaining enough height to lift them just above the speeding hovercars.

If that's not enough to get a guy's attention, the fact that one of the kids takes one look at the ground beneath them, another look at Jaime's glowing eyes and immediately begins to shriek might be.

So much for gratitude.]

Elsa | Frozen

[handwringing]

[[ Prompt 2 ]]

[It's been a rough four hours. First, there was learning that she'd plunged Arendelle into an eternal winter, then she'd thrown Anna out of her palace, then she'd been kidnapped and told she was meant to fight crime, had coated the interior of the machine they called a "car" in an inch of ice in the process, and now she'd been let loose, no idea where to go and in a city bigger than she'd ever seen (not that she'd ever seen more than the one, to be fair).

It was too much to take all at once, and her powers were reacting to it. Snow swirled around her as she moved, a trail of ice following her feet, and several people pointed and tried to talk to her about it. Sorry, she'd say, in an attempt to be polite, but as it happened more and more, she started to half-beg, half-command, "Leave me alone, please just leave me alone."

At least they weren't afraid of her or trying to kill her, but she hadn't turned the town into a frozen wasteland yet. One wrong move, and she would, and then they'd turn on her.

Getting away from the crowd, she ducks into an alley and presses herself against the wall, holding her hands like that will stop her powers.]

Conceal, don't feel, conceal, don't- no no, control it!

[It's too late. Ice starts to creep up the alley wall and across the ground.]

[naw]

[the first hours had blurred nonsensically, the noises and colors and steel too overwhelming to take in. so much steel. metal. she'd never seen so much metal everywhere in such great quantities, not even in battle when weapons clashed against armor. there are no dirt roads. why is everything covered in stone and metal?

well, obviously something's wrong here. she hurries past the humans, covering her rather conspicuous ears with her hands until she reaches an alley, noticing Elsa too late.]

Ah-! What are you-

[Nah stumbles back and slips on ice, barely breaking her fall with her hands- and revealing her long, pointed ears at the same time. whoops.]

Stay back! Stay back, or else you'll regret it!

[maybe the outburst would seem more threatening if it weren't coming from a small unarmed girl.]

prompts are for the weak

[mercyisweakness]

[ A car accident is not a test of heroics - that is merely a pop quiz. No, the real test is when a villain is out in full force, creating havoc and death everywhere.

Meet Crematia, a huge red dragon with vast wings and long claws and fire for breath. She has made her own army from world of crime and corruption, collecting and stealing men and women to become her own foot soldiers, until finally, at long last, she has her strength at arms.

She goes after Heropa, to take over the military stations first. Gunfire stung her but she replies in kind with dragonfire, and gunfire from her minions. She flies around the city erratically, looking for her strongest enemy that will rise up, so she can defeat him and move on to the next strongest enemy. Sometimes she will snatch a civilian until she is high enough into the air to drop them to his or her death, young and old alike. Other times she will set various cars on fire, taking delight in their occasional explosions.

So what about you? Are you going to take part in the carnage, to be on her side? Are you going to fight her? Or will you be her next victim?

No matter what choice, she will make sure you will remember her . . . if you live that long, anyways. ]

[envy_the_nayme]

"What the hell is- Damn!"

A dragon was flying around town killing random people. Max Payne was nowhere near drunk enough for this shit. Ever since being ImPorted he had made it his business to keep far away from other people's business, far away from 'superhero' crap. He just kept his nose down, did his best (more or less) at the job the government gave him, and kept a pistol around just in case of trouble.

But this? This was Hell on Earth, fire raining down from the sky like the Apocalypse, a beast straight out of the Bible dropping people to their deaths just to watch them splatter. The smart thing to do would have been to stay out of it, lay low, clear out of town, but Max couldn't do that.

"Hell with it." He reached into his long black coat, drew his pistol, and advanced toward the nearest source of flames and screams. He saw a masked man with a machine gun firing at random windows, blasting doorways, rampaging. One of the dragon's goons earning his keep terrorizing random people. Max shot him down in the street, two shots to the heart. Then he walked over to his body to help himself to the machine gun.

One asshole down, God knew how many more to go, plus a dragon. It was going to be another one of those nights.

MATHILDA ( leon the professional )

[loveordeath]

02
[Technology, you said. The communicator's not too shabby - better than any phone she's ever seen in her time, (at least two decades back) - so she's holding onto that. And hold off the free drink - she'll just go for a glass of milk. Lessons taught by the man you love aren't easy to forget. Not that she'd want to.

Of course, some habits are harder to break, even when he once ordered you to. Case in point - with the glass between her hands, resting on the table, she looks around and scopes the place for anyone who will offer her the attention she seeks.]

Hey, you.

[Yeah, you.]

Got a cigarette?

[hostage]

[Yeah, he's got a cigarette. He's smoking one right now. But when he turns to find it's a little kid who's asking him, he screws up his face.]

How old are you?

mindy lahiri | the mindy project | video.

[upstages]

[ she clears her throat loudly, and makes a sweeping gesture with her hands. ahem. ] Okay, excuse me, everyone. I have an announcement to make. [ said as though this is of dire importance. ]

My name is Mindy Lahiri -- Doctor Mindy Lahiri [ be impressed!! ] -- and I demand a meeting with our local superpower distributor. [ is that how it works in this ass-backwards town? mindy isn't up on her history, but she thinks she would remember the sixties if there were this many superpowers and hot people in it. ] Or, at least, a link to a website where I may leave a scathing, albeit constructive and thoughtful, review.

[ BUT JUST IN CASE THAT DOESN'T WORK OUT, let's talk about it here. ]

What the hell kind of superpower is charm, anyway? This is useless to me. I was charming before I had superpowers! If you don't think I'm charming, say it to my face. [ she narrows her eyes and points to her face for emphasis. ]

[ wait. a beat. ] Actually, don't do that. I don't want that kind of negativity in my life. More importantly, though, I want a refund. I have no interest in kidnapping or superhero scenarios that don't involve Tom Hardy or Michael Fassbender. Potentially J-Law, too, but I don't know -- sometimes I think we're so similar because we're both so cool and relatable that we would either be best friends or have to kill each other because there can only be one, y'know? [ kanyeshrug.gif ]

Either way, I would like to return charm in exchange for, I don't know, lasers. Beatboxing? Healing would probably be best because I'm a doctor and a philanthropist, but I am open to suggestions.

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[castellano]

[ danny is judging your life as he does all the time. it probably won't help that they both ended up here at the worst time imaginable. they're not friends again yet but they're getting there. and here they are. kidnapped to some other dimension (what the fuck). with super powers. so, what has danny been doing but judging everyone he's seen and everything he's seen?

mindy, you make it so easy

when have you ever left a constructive and thoughtful review? ]

I swear, sometimes I think you speak a different language. [ j-law? ] Did you just Highlander yourself? [ what the ever loving ]

You're a philanthropist.

Trucy Wright | Ace Attorney

[everylittlething]

[#2]

Yikes. How did her father feel about tattoos? Trucy tried to recall if he'd ever mentioned them one way or another, but either way, she was trying to figure out if he'd better buy an excuse besides "the government teleported me here and gave it to me without asking."

Not that being a superhero didn't sound really cool. It was sort of like being a magician, on a much grander scale. And Trucy hadn't glanced over her file all the way yet (and was sort of spacing out when the person at the office tried to go over it with her) but either way, she was more than confident that this was going to be exciting.

You know... once she found out where she was going to live and with whom.

Even a girl in a magician costume didn't stand out too much in the crowds of people on the streets, and Trucy had stars in her eyes as she wandered alone, checking out the shops and seeing what sorts of people there were to be found.

It wasn't too surprising when she bumped right into someone.

"Oh! Excuse me! I wasn't watching where I was going..."


[I DO WHAT I WANT]

For some reason, the bars here were not nearly as lenient about letting a 15-year-old girl perform in them as they were back home. It was the third or fourth place that had told her without any hesitation that she had to leave, that they were not in any way interested in having an underaged magician performing in their establishment. Even if she was a self-proclaimed professional (who could produce her business cards out of thin air, somehow.)

The next bar was different, though. From Trucy's survey as she walked in and pretended she needed to use the bathroom, it looked incredibly classy. They served fancy things like champagne and plates that were too small to actually consider a full meal. And best of all, there was a grand stage with velvet curtains and a piano, and a sign in the window that even said they wanted to hire some talent to perform.

This place was far too cool for her to ruin her chances by being direct, like the last few times. Nope... she needed to perform a little magic of her own-- convince an adult to vouch for her and act the part of her guardian. Daddy wouldn't mind... she had to get in here and seal the deal before they hired some other, less impressive magician!

"Excuse me," she said to the first adult or adult-looking person that walked by. "Can you please help me for a moment?"


(ooc: I'm good with either prose or brackets, whatever you feel like.)

I DO WHAT I WANT... like brackets

[mightiswright]

[ What was he doing here?

That was the question of the night. It'd been a slow day at work, and even though the atmosphere had improved remarkably since Godot's episode, Phoenix clocked out pretty much on the dot at 4 o'clock. He'd decided to take the scenic route, and ended up walking into a bar on his way home. Not to drink, of course, not on a week night. (It was amazing how priorities could change in so short a time.)

No, it was the billboard that was advertising auditions for a talent act. It wasn't as if he intended to audition - he had no delusions about his piano playing skills... or lack of. It was just... seeing it had made feelings of homesickness hit him in the chest like a bullet. Going to the Wonder Bar every night to watch Trucy perform had always been the highlight of his day. Ever since he arrived, it was like a little something was missing. He didn't even have any pictures but for the ones in his memories.

He could practically see her in front of him. All dressed up in her magician's outfit, top hat tilted slightly as she smiled for the audience, asking for help with her next act...

... He could see her in front of him. Blinking a few times to make sure he wasn't imagining it, Phoenix reached out to put a hand on her shoulder, a little afraid he was only going to come face to face with disappointment. ]

Trucy?

Armin Arlert | Attack on Titan

[blondtactician]

2.

[The only thing that really sets Armin apart is his military uniform, bearing the Wings of Freedom, and his unusual maneuvering gear. Still, he's surprised at the warm welcome he receives - as short a time as he's been part of the Scouting Corps, he's never truly been respected for being part of that branch.

Perhaps he should be happy, but the whole situation has his hackles raised. It's all so unfamiliar. Just the same, Armin takes up the offer for a malt, and sits in front of the window, sipping the creamy concoction and watching people go by.

There's so much milk. And it's so sweet, much sweeter than anything he's used to. And it's cold too - Armin flinches, rubbing his temples.

He's never had an ice cream headache before.]

4.

[Everything about this place is noisy and strange. Armin is still trying to get his head around the idea of flying, horseless carriages when he sees one peeling around a corner, headed for a few careless children. He spends next to no time doing what's necessary - his service in the Survey Corps is all about this kind of split-second planning. He deploys the grappling cords to a building across the street, grabbing the two kids by the collar and depositing them safely on the sidewalk.

It's close, though, and he can hear one of them wailing as their skateboard's dashed to bits. Once the police chase heads on its merry way, they're back in the streets, looking for what remains of their fun. Armin sighs, unhooking his cords, sending them wooshing back into his gear. He rolls his shoulder - he's going to feel the chubbier kid tomorrow. He never was physically the strongest.]

[alofts]

4.

[ The sudden eruption of noise and confusion loud even for the midday streets yanked Levi away from where he stood at the corner waiting for the crossing signal. It was over before it started and convinced him of avoiding exerting his abilities at the risk of his leg. Deftly he pushed over a upended mailbox and only casualty and ran into the throng of people that formed a semicircle around the boys.

There was no denying that split second he saw the Wings of Freedom soar past him in his peripheral vision. His suspicions, if he could rightly call it that, were confirmed as Levi bodily yanked one rotund boy off the pavement and saw his savior just as they retracted their grappling cords. ]

Armin. [ Not a greeting or demand he offer his heart, but a confirmation. ]

Pel || Final Fantasy XIV: A Realm Reborn | OC

[dragoonreborn]

3.

[All of these carriages and not a chocobo in sight.

Pel makes quite a striking figure in the colorful lights of the city: her black steel steal armor glinting, her lance strapped to her back.

On a whim more than anything else, she jumps from the edge of one building, then hops across several cars stopped at a light, using them as stepping-stones, then leaps onto the building above. She grins, ears and tail flicking curiously, peering down from the building to see if anyone noticed.]

[CHOOSE YOUR OWN:]

A.

[A gray-skinned, purple-haired cat-person is walking down the street, a dead alligator slung over her shoulders. Pel looks... well, pleased. Like a cat who's caught a bird.

Of course, the question is whose doorstep is she going drop it on?]

B.

[A small, bony slip of a young woman with cat ears and a tail is trying on sunglasses in an upscale boutique. She's wearing a yellow floral-printed sundress and keeps posing in front of one of the mirrors, checking how each pair looks.

But it's just not the same without a companion. Out of the blue, she taps another patron on the shoulder. She's wearing heart-shaped sunglasses, candy pink.]

Do you think this would match the dress if I wore pink shoes?

[Pel flicks the sunglasses downward, revealing bright yellow eyes. She smiles, her sharp canines showing.]

A.

[assassinat]

[ Stepping out of a house she likely shares with another, the woman in black pauses to watch the scene. Is that a cat girl carrying a crocodile? Stranger things have been heard of, but: ]

That's against the law.

the (eleventh) doctor \ doctor who

[mmiab]

TWO.

[oh, this is brilliant. Isn't it brilliant? Alright, perhaps not exactly how he intended to spend his Tuesday afternoon... Thursday evening? Ornstershun samlig? Difficult to keep track of your time-keeping (or indeed your position in the universe) when you're plucked up out of the time vortex, but regardless of what day/year/insert galactically relevant time measurement unit he hadn't been intending to spend in exactly this way here, the fact remains that it is, objectively, brilliant. few snags here and there - no sign of the TARDIS (not to worry, these things happen, she'll find her way through eventually), logistically no idea how he got here, one planet or another likely en route to unscheduled disaster... things have been worse. and hey, hello, people! they seem awfully pleased to see me, don't they?

don't mind the bumbling hot tweed mess as he leaps about with a grin ten miles wide greeting almost everyone who makes a bid for his attention, entirely wrapped up in whatever limelight there is to enjoy. It doesn't stop him, however, from taking a moment out of his busy schedule of being incredibly excited to instead sidle up beside a stranger and mutter quite matter-of-factly:]

See? Told them bow ties are cool. Did they listen? Do they ever listen? No. Well, these lot seem to like them.

[is he talking to you??? are you just an incidental sounding board???? who is this strange man anyway?? whatever the answers to these questions, aforementioned man is definitely taking the opportunity to point over at a person her may or may not (hint: he did) have taken a photo with earlier an issue them with a knowing grin and a little waggle of his bow tie. there appear to be two choices here:

a) engage him in conversation and hope for the best
b) seize the chance to attempt escape while he's distracted
c) hidden option c

good luck, Hero.]

THREE.

[this place is fascinating, most everything about it is fascinating. the most obvious thing to latch onto is the quaint aesthetic, the neat little patchwork of old and new earth tech it brings together and, as with anything that offers even a hint of interest, the Doctor is all but o b l i g e d to tear it to pieces so that he can understand intimately the ins and outs!!!!

so! you'll find him today as a pair of legs sticking out from under a stationary hover car, accompanied by an emanating whirring noise. hmm...

... wait, is that even his car?]

(ooc: I'm on holiday for the weekend and have clumsily thrown this up with my phone ajdksjdjd so tags will probably come either very slowly or when I get back on Monday, but I wanted to get it up ASAP uhuhuuhu. really sorry for any potential horribad phone-related failures and thank you in advance for helping me test drive!!)

2

[lastcenturion]

[Rory has his hands full with a box of popcorn and a malt shake. He is currently unable to eat either. It's the hard-knock life for him.]

Doctor, it's not the bow-ties that worry me. I'm pretty sure there weren't flying cars in the fifties.

Kay Faraday | Ace Attorney

[yatagarasu]

[OPTION 1

Even if her memory is hazy and these are entirely new surroundings, Kay Faraday can't be kept down for long. At first she hesitates, because you shouldn't get into a car with a stranger, but considering that her other option was to wander the city on her own...maybe this time, an exception can be carved out.

So, Kay is now in the car with her fellow new recruits, grinning from ear to ear and showing off her tattoo. Never mind that the adults in her life might freak later on when they see it.]

Good to know I'm finally getting recognition as a hero of justice! [CUE DRAMATIC POSE. While sitting in a car. Careful, you might accidentally elbow someone or poke someone in the head.]

[OPTION 2

Kay is going to take advantage of all this attention, and will stand on an old crate to declare to the entire city - ]

Never fear, the Great Thief Yatagarasu is here! Your valuables are safe around me, but if you've got something evil to hide, you'd better beware!

[She spreads her arms wide with flourish. Who needs a costume? Her regular outfit could pass for one. But some of the citizens are whispering to each other. A thief? Seriously? So Kay quickly shakes her head and adds:]

I promise I won't steal what you think I'm stealing! I only steal the truth. Cross my heart!

[OPTION 3

Kay has gotten her hands on one of those skateboards (she didn't steal it, promise), and is zooming past you, or down a sidewalk. Unfortunately, she hasn't quite gotten the hang of it and her arms are windmilling as she tries to keep her balance, but so far, she hasn't fallen off.

Yet.]

Wheeeeeee! This is fun!

[And she swerves this way and that, laughing along the way. Oh, don't worry. She has a helmet on.]

1!!

[assassinat]

[ UNSURES AT. ] A tattoo does not make you a hero of justice.

[ Then there's THIS grumpy looking lady stuffed in the backseat with the energetic young woman. Somehow avoiding the elbow and other limbs despite the limited space. ]

black widow | marvel 616

[assassinat]

{ OOC | I haven't decided on a concrete canon point yet so I might swap between threads to see which flows best. If you have a preference, don't hesitate to bring it up before we start threading. Open to prose/brackets. ALSO MAKE UP YOUR OWN PROMPT IF YOU WANT, I'M DOWN WITH THAT... }

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    [ PROMPT 01 ]

[ Having her head messed with one too many times, Natasha isn't too thrilled with the prospect that it has happened yet again. There's so much to take in and it appears she's not the only one judging by the murmurs of confusion from others. Taking in every sight she can while being ushered around, she struggles to analyze her situation. Possibly an otherworldly experience, but an address in a business window nearby gives her the information she needs regarding her location. A Floridian zip code coupled with the weather and general atmosphere set her mind at ease. The need to retreat somewhere to survive diminishes a bit as she begins to piece it all together.

She can do this. After all, she's the Black Widow. Taking in a deep breath to calm herself, she flips her hair over her shoulder and follows along.

While this was a knotty problem with no approachable conclusion in sight, Natasha doesn't sweat it once she finds her grounding. Not one to overlook an opportunity, she'll approach any of the others who look equally confused with a hint of distraught in her eyes. ]

Do you know anything about what's going on?

[ If it just so happens to be someone she does recognize, the confusion clears up and is replaced with knowing confidence. An unspoken "You too?" is evident. ]


    [ NETWORK: TEXT ]
Do we all report in to the same tailor now that we're registered "heroes" or should I plan for a trip to the nearest craft store? Color me curious.

[harryingjet]

[Unfortunately, the person she approached is confused for entirely different reasons. Starscream, the robot-turned-human, is staring at a take-out menu, trying to puzzle through the different names and terms in order to find something that tastes relatively good.

So, when Natasha walks up to him and asks the question, he still doesn't look up from the menu and just gives her a dismissive wave of his hand.]

You're in a different universe brought here to supposedly be a superhero. It's horrible.

[Now what the slag was Pad Thai anyway?]

Cyril Thackary | OC

[bloodfreak]

1

[Florida, it had to be Florida. Of all the blasted cities in the United States of America he had to end up in Florida. Cy's head hurt enough from the transport here but once topside it's ten times worse. The sun beating down on him makes him feel weak and it hurts his eyes even though he's wearing sunglasses.]

How the hell is the sun worse here than anywhere else? [He's not really asking anyone this as he brings his unread file up to shield his face from the sun.]

2 (sorta)
[The one good thing about Florida is the beach. A shame it's kind of painful to go to the bead during the day for this vampire. Instead he's out at night, walking barefoot along the surf. The water is cleaner here and so much more beautiful than back home. On top of that he doesn't have to worry about some sea monster trying to eat him for getting too close to the water.

A moonlite stroll on the beach might be relatively normal for a couple during the early evening but this is one lone guy wandering along at 3am. A cigarette hangs from his mouth as he walks.]

1

[gottaswing]

What's really getting to me is the humidity. [Sun he is used to. Humidity, not so much, given Albuquerque, where he comes from, is much more known for low humidity. This is making his hair worse than usual, which is saying something.]

Hey. [He's away Cyril hasn't actually been talking to him or anyone, but, hey, he just got here and he know no one. Any normal conversation is welcome, even if it's about the weather.] I'm Chad.

Abigail Hobbs | Hannibal | 2

[alure]

[She can't do it. It had been possible, maybe. She thought she could pull through. Another chance, another world. Another life where no one knew her name. She could smile and wave and then fade into nothing. Slip into shadows and go to college and just be that quiet girl in the corner, be anything and anyone other than her. Who she was.

But she can't.

Freddie had made it sound easy. A book, some answers, some smiles for the camera. But it's too much. The people, the tattoo, the everything. She has to slip away the moment her handler, her keeper, isn't looking. Back pressed against the wall of the first alley she can find, she presses her hands against her ears and sinks down into a crouch, down into the ground.]

I don't want it. Just leave me alone.

[bloodfreak]

[Being the nocturnal creature he is, it's a wonder Cy is even out and about during the day. But he is. Maybe it's due to the time zone differences throwing him off a little? Maybe he's just too wound up about this new world to get any proper sleep. Either way he happens to spot Abigail curled up in the alley.

Most people would probably continue on with their business and ignore the girl but Cy is 1. caring and 2. a sucker for girls in trouble. He slips into the alley and crouches in front of the girl.]

Are you okay? [He keeps his tone soft.]

Lucifer | Shin Megami Tensei

[individualist]

[2]

[He can't say he's particularly fond of unwanted attention, but slipping into the malt shop without being approached is easy enough. His stance on arriving to a new world, not something he's unfamiliar with, was to head straight for the place he could hear the most gossip - simply put, he was a bit of a barfly. But considering that doesn't seem like it's much of an option just yet, he settles for the malt shop instead, picking up his complimentary drink on the way in.

As he's waiting for his order to arrive, should he see anyone beside him at the counter, he'll have no problem striking up a conversation with a stranger.]

Terribly quaint, isn't it? I thought places like this fell out of fashion quite a while ago.

[Alternatively, if he's picked up his malt and has yet to find someone to talk to, he'll have no issues approaching anyone all by themselves either.]

Mind if I join you?

[4]

[He has no intention of stepping in, but he'll be keeping an eye out for anyone who does happen to play the hero. Those kinds of people were much more worthwhile to meet than a pair of children and reckless drivers.]

4

[gottaswing]

[Since Chad turns out to be one of those playing the hero, it's probably no surprise that he ends up somewhere near Lucifer's feet, because that seems the most likely outcome for anyone fairly new and hence relatively inept at this hero business.]

Chad Danforth | High School Musical

[gottaswing]

[Prompt 04]

[To be honest, his head was still reeling from everything. All that new information, being told that he couldn't just go home and at the same time being treated like a hero. Well, he's kind of used to that last part, but being star player of a basketball team doesn't quite compare to being a superhero. He'd never been that, not outside of games him and Troy had played as kids.

The skateboards have caught his attention most of all, even more than the admittedly wicked cool cars, because they look like so much fun. Also damn dangerous, but that thought doesn't enter his mind just yet. At least not until he hears that car engine and then, seconds later, sees it come around the corner.

Chad has been told what his powers are, but he hasn't really tried them out yet, because his brain just refused to accept that any of this could actually be real. He doesn't think of his powers now, either. It's pure instinct that has him start running and it's only three steps in that he notices that the world has slowed down. Or perhaps it's that he is that fast? He isn't actually sure, all he knows is that the seconds stretch out and he has time to calculate just when to jump in order to grab the kids and push them out of the way as the car speeds past them, followed by the police.

Pretty cool stunt, although it loses some of that when he ends up in a crumpled heap on the ground several feet away from where he safely dropped off the kids, looking more dazed than heroic.]

What the...


[ooc: Or give me any other prompt/as me for another!]

[choreographics]

[It was strange. Everything about this day, so far, had been very very strange. First off he was in Florida which was much further than he was supposed to be. Secondly, he was alone in Florida. Third of all, he was alone in Florida and had just been told he had superpowers of all things--

...and fourth of all, he was pretty sure he just saw a human blur zip by and rescue a couple of kids from a speeding hovercar. It wasn't that it was impressive, but at the same time it was. This was actually happening.

Upon closer inspection though Ryan paused where he was, eyes widening a bit. That hair. He totally recognized that hair. There weren't that many people with stupid fluffy hair like that and he suddenly ducked around a corner to get a better look. He definitely wasn't going to approach yet, but...he could be a little sneaky.]

Nice trick. [While Ryan can't be seen, the sound of his voice seems to echo right in Chad's ear.]

Julie Kane | Motorcity

[dualcitizen]

(two)

[Julie's not feeling particularly thirsty at the moment (worry, stress, and getting superpowers will do that to you) but she feels bad refusing her free drink, so she takes the malt to a table and sits down. Anyone who catches her eye will get a small wave and a friendly shrug, and coming closer earns a lopsided smile.]

Uh, hi. Did you want this? I'm not really all that hungry or thirsty, so... trade you for some information?

(three)

[She may not have the mechanical prowess of some of her fellow Burners, but Julie can appreciate a fine vehicle when she sees one. Now she's stopped next to a parked car, peering inside to look at the dashboard and talking to herself.]

They really haven't modified the inside at all? But the propulsion system....

[gottaswing]

[He walks by just in time to hear her and so he stops by her side, looking in through the window as well.]

You know a lot about cars?

[There's no disbelief in his voice, because his mind's been opened to a lot of possibilities, pretty girls being interested in cars wasn't really all that out there. Even more so with the newest development of, well, being kidnapped in what looked like the inside of a comic book.]

[exsithstential]

04: [It is but a simple thing, to move among the masses. Like a shadow, Revan glides through the evening bustle unnoticed, yet not unseen...

You'd be surprised how easily the mind can be... coaxed, lulled if you will, into apathy. To coerce the mind to ignore what it's eyes desperately try to capture. A gentle push of will to keep prying eyes away.

But this was a limited technique, completely ineffectual on the strong minded and other imports. So the specter kept to side roads, cloak pulled in tight and hood hung low to cover the metallic angles of his mask.

Like this he could move as he pleased, take in the sights of the strange, yet soothingly familiar sights. In a way the spired city reminded him of Coruscant and he mused that this could have been what the capital world of the Republic looked like in it's infancy.

But his brief reverie is cut short by the all to familiar wail of a siren, closing fast. For a moment he stops, tensed in the shadows as he stretchs outwards with his thoughts.

No. They weren't after him. There was a strong sense of hostility, but it was directed elsewhere, focused and returned by two distinct entities. Satisfied he pulls back, returning his attention to the world around. The pursuit would pass by on the nearby street and he would leave them to it unhindered.

Before he could take another step an impulse strikes him, and he recoils just as a swarm of kids zips out of nearby alley, cutting past him.

And straight into the path of the approaching vehicles.]

Wait-! STOP!

[But it wouldn't be enough to save them, and he knew it. His words were little more than reflex. With literally nothing more than a moment to react he reaches deep within, tapping into the swirl of power inside and around him.

The Force.

Gritting his teeth as he focuses, Revan focuses the power into a condensed field within his clutching hands before releasing it with a sound halfway between a grunt and a snarl. But not at the children. With how fast he had to force out the blast, the resulting impact would shatter them.

Instead he aims the kinetic burst at the leading car, the unmarked hover vehicle. With the shriek of twisting, wrenching metal the car slams to the side. All four windows explode in a shower of glittering shards, lacerating the man behind the wheel and sending the gravity defying vehicle into the wall of a nearby deli.

With grim satisfaction, Revan stood there street side, surveying his work. The car was totaled and the man driving it severely wounded. But the children where ok. In their shock, many of them had fallen from their boards and were sitting in awed silence at the scene that very nearly was of their deaths. Some skinned knees and, Reven was sure, one of them had a twisted ankle.

But they were alive.]

[olfaction]

02.
[The smell of the ocean is--completely unfamiliar. And also strong. Extremely strong. He's always had an enhanced sense of smell, but this is something else. It's overwhelming. Everything smells much more intense than it did before, and different--there are so many things present he can't identify that he nonetheless scents on the air. How is he supposed to sort through it all? He feels dizzy, and he doesn't know what to think, but he wants to take it all in. He wants to breathe in deeply, because--somehow--he's alive.

He's happy to nod and smile at the welcoming crowd attracted by his uniform, but after everything that happened, he finds it all a bit much to take. He retreats, moving toward the unfamiliar, ever-present ocean scent, but along the way, he pauses to sniff at anything unusual he encounters, including flowers and hot dog carts, and maybe some people, too.]

04.
[He doesn't have his gear here, but when he sees the two children in the path of the car, he moves without thinking, leaping forward to push them out of the way.

It works. He pushes them clear, but there's not enough time, and he's hit, the blow knocking him forward at great force, sending him tumbling over the asphalt, as the car speeds on with the police in pursuit.

He sits up slowly, amazed not to be injured. Ah--that's right. They told him his other power was invulnerability. He's never had it tested before, but it works. He's not even scratched. What a relief. Mike rises to get out of the road as quickly as possible.]

misc:
[He likes to spend time outside, which is where he is now, sitting in the grass at the park, staring. He's been sitting and staring for a long time. He can be patient, as well as quiet. When the calico kitten that's waiting in the bushes finally creeps out, he very slowly extends his hand, offering the food he's holding. Once the kitten has taken the food, it licks at his fingers and lets him pick it up. He carefully draws it into his lap.]

4.

[sacrificusdux]

[It's only when the car hits Mike does Erwin finally catch sight of him, his eyes widening.

All too well he can remember what Levi had told him of future events, of the loss of Mike and his squad. Each sacrifice added to the weight he carried upon his shoulders as a commander, especially when that loss is one of his trusted comrades who had been by his side for such a long time.

As the kids run off, Erwin rushes forward to hold a hand out to help Mike up so he can move out the street. Of course, no injuries, that does make him raise his eyebrows.

Then again, if anyone would be invulnerable, it would be Mike.]

I was wondering when you would show up.

option n for nonsense

[lyingheart]

[ Annie hadn't realized how effective a weapon pressure could be until the precise moment when an aimed blast of pressurized air shoved her backward and threw her over the railing on the pier. Her hands had come back around to catch herself on the railing, but between the rain that morning and the aging wood, she didn't find the purchase she needed fast enough.

Annie's nails raked across the wood, palms of her hands slapping against the base of the pier as she flew past it and she found herself cursing under her breath.

No way in hell was she getting roped in to being a chaperone for a birthday party ever again, no matter how simple a mission it was supposed to be! The thought flew out of her mind on impact with the water. She sank beneath the surface and tried not to worry over the reality that she didn't precisely know how to swim.

And the water here by this end of the pier is too deep to stand up in. ]

I so need more icons, but anyway!

[gottaswing]

[While he's not sure what precisely happened here, he does see her falling off the pier and sink. Sink and not come up again.

That wasn't generally a good sign.

He isn't exactly a life guard, but at least he can swim. He wonders if the blast has knocked her out or if she just can't swim, but by the time he ponders that he's already on his way to the pier, jumping after where she's vanished under water. He dives to reach her, arms in front of him as his hands try to grasp her wrists.]

newt | the maze runner series

[gluestick]

[03.]

[The new tattoo he's found on himself is alarming. After being so recently branded as Property of Wicked, this new tattoo that reads REGISTERED rubs him in all of the wrong ways. He'd thought they were finally safe, escaped from WICKED's clutches, but then there had been everything that happened at the dormitory and now this place. It was hard to trust the information he was being fed, but he was smart enough to stick around for the debriefing, whether he believed it all or not.

He slips away from the crowd, a slight limp when he walks and looks around in a sort of stupefied awe. Even without a trace of his memories, he's sure he's never seen a place as bustling and alive as this, or even this technologically advanced. But he could never really be sure, and that bothered him too. There wasn't time for that, though, he needed to look around and a get a feel for the place. See if this wasn't some kind of trick.]

None of this makes a bit of bloody sense. [Muttering to himself mostly as he presses his hands up against a store window, staring in at a television that's on the news.] The date's all buggin' wrong.

[runout]

Yeah, because up until now everything else we've been put through has been crystal clear.

[ Hear the sarcasm? You better, because not only is it a near constant in Minho's tone of voice, he's also laying it on especially thick right now.

Hey there, good buddy. How's it going? When did Minho show up here? Good question. Why didn't he announce himself before? Also a good question. Just be happy to see him, alright? ]

Minho | The Maze Runner

[runout]

02.

[ There's nothing particular unusual looking about Minho, so for several long minutes he goes completely unnoticed by the crowd. That's just fine with him. He's got enough to worry about. His is the first time he's really gotten to walk around a city that isn't crumbling to pieces--

Well... the first time that he can remember, in any rate.

He's still pretty wary of the entire situation, and basically waiting for the other shoe to drop at any moment. But he'll also be shucked if he's not gonna take the time to enjoy the sights before everything goes to hell.

It takes him a second to realize there's a little girl staring at him. Minho takes a second to give her a doofy grin and a big wave, before looking up to realize it's not just her watching him. He's not sure when it happened, but in the past few minutes he suddenly found himself surrounded by a lot of surprisingly friendly faces pressing forward to shake his hand and thank him. For what? He's got no idea, but he'll grin and shake their hands back.

For awhile.

He's loving the attention, but it's all a little too much at the same time. He's not used to these kind of crowds, and definitely not used to this kind of attention. It takes a bit of effort to break through the crowd, still smiling (a little more forced now), and calling out a lot of "yeah, thanks"s at the people giving him encouraging messages, before he breaks into a straight out run to shake the people trying to follow him.

He's looking behind him as he charges forward, and that's exactly the smartest way to run. Minho's attention snaps forward just in time for him to come skidding to a halt before crashing into someone else who happened to be in his path. ]

Woah!

03.

[ It's sleek, it's red, it hovers. What more could you want from a motorcycle? It's parked on the street, just looking oh so inviting, and Minho can't help but stroll on over to get a better look.

He doesn't even bother to glance around and make sure the owner can't see him creeping on the bike before putting his hands on the thing.

He's talking mostly to himself, but his whisper is more of a stage whisper, and anyone less than ten feet away can still hear him loud and clear here. ]

I've never needed anything more in my life.

3 so what if we already have a thread

[gluestick]

[They're in a new and strange place with no other friends in sight, and Minho wastes time cooing over a motorcycle. Newt wishes he could say he's surprised, but after two years of knowing the guy, this is definitely the kind of response he would expect. That doesn't mean he won't give him a hard time about it.]

Is there a screw loose in that shuck head of yours? We have more important things to worry about than a bloody bike here. [A pause, as he squints around before looking back to him and smiling briefly.] Like findin' something to eat around here. We'll work better with our bellies full.

REINER BRAUN | attack on titan | 4.

[soldiarity]

[ Compartmentalization is probably not the right word, but in some cases -- some circumstances -- it comes close enough to count. It's not precisely intentional, but Reiner's mind shuffles as sharply from one mode to the other as the car that bursts its way down the street in an almost relieving way.

Despite how alien the roar of the engine sounds and how shrilly the police sirens wail in the distance, the noise too is compartmentalized somewhere distant as he thoughtlessly -- a good thing in this case -- tosses himself into the road to push the kids out of the way. There were better ways to go about this task -- if not using gear then grabbing them from the road, perhaps -- but, having opted for none of them, Reiner falls roughly against the ground from the momentum of his shoving, rolling out of immediate harm's way once he's able to glance up and see that the kids were indeed pushed to safety. He's battered but unbothered by the fact; mostly, he now has the opportunity to look, perplexed, in the direction the cars had sped off in.

With something like wary awe he mutters: ]

What is this place?

[sacrificusdux]

Welcome to Florida, Reiner Braun.

[Erwin had seen the whole scene play out before his eyes and by the time he's made his way over, the car had sped off. But his gaze is fixed on Reiner, unwavering. One of the newest recruits, but still one of the Corps nonetheless.

He held out a hand to help him up, ignoring the looks around them due to the fact of being part way out into the street.]

However, this is not the ideal place to discuss the details. I trust you are able to walk on your own.

yet another titan kid, eren yeager - attack on titan

[andallbite]

2.
[ It's no costume, but the military getup Eren wears is absolutely enough to make one thing evident: he's not from around here. It's nothing close to the normal fashion trends, after all; if that alone wouldn't give it away, then certainly the odd, steel and metal contraption that's the Maneuvering Gear strapped to his waist by an abundance of belts did. Back home in the world he knew, it all was never enough to catch someone's eye for anything more than "oh, they must be a soldier."

Here, on the other hand... It was drawing enough attention to himself that even Eren was beginning to feel somewhat self-conscious about it. For the most part it was positive attention, but it was weird. Stifling. Another reminder that he didn't belong here no matter what government officials said, and if anyone ever again asks "can I get a photo?" followed up by something being flashed way too brightly in his face before he could say no, it was going to be too soon.

There's a lot to take in—many, many awe striking things, and Eren only wishes he could do it one thing at a time. He's so out of place it's totally ridiculous, but maybe, maybe if he could escape the people for a little while, it would start being less overwhelming.

"Escaping the crowds", however, was something of a challenge when one was in a completely unfamiliar city. ]

Dammit. [ He hisses under his breath, pressing his way through more people. Eren's trying to find a more empty area, but one good look at him makes it obvious he's not entirely certain where to go from here. ] How'd I end up in all this...?

[sacrificusdux]

[He heard the whispers before he saw Eren but the wings of freedom on the green cloak are unmistakable.

All too clearly Erwin sees how overwhelmed Eren is by everything, it is a lot to take in at once and for a new soldier such as Eren, it must be even more so. While Erwin himself could ignore the whispers and comments, the snap of cameras, it took experience to become used to.]

You were recruited and brought here, Eren. There are still many questions as to why, I know.

[Erwin comments as he approached from behind Eren. He's out of uniform, it really isn't practical for every day wear in Florida but his tone is serious. He's studying Eren carefully, assessing him.]

Wakka | Final Fantasy X

[blitzinauroch]

[03]

[Wakka watched onward in the safety of the sidewalk, arms crossed over his chest and hand covering his mouth-- most likely as a reminder to himself that he had to calm down. Clearly these people had no fear using the machina the way they were, but here he was... somewhere between having a heart attack and wanting to destroy everything in sight. How was he supposed to live like this?]

[bloodfreak]

[Cyril can practically smell the unease coming off this guy as he nears him. One of the perks to being a vampire, if you could call smelling fear and anxiety (and like emotions) a perk. Cy certainly doesn't.

He pauses near Wakka, hands in his pocketed as he eyes him from behind his dark sunglasses. After a moment he decides to say something if he's not noticed first.]

Flying cars are something else, huh?

Rin Tohsaka | Fate/Stay Night

[perceptives]

2a.
[ She doesn't stick out like a sore thumb, and part of her is glad for that. She wouldn't even dare think about getting into some costume they thought of, much less making herself a public spectacle like this. Being a girl who's used to concealing her status as a magus, it's strange to think that everyone with magic is flaunting it like it's the next new thing.

Of course, she's still debating on whether or not to join the debacle, itself. She feels like she has no choice in the matter, that there's no real helping it as much as she'd rather the opposite.

So here Rin is, taking advantage of one of her perks-- free drinks. She might as well start worrying about her money right now, while she's at it. She's sitting at a table, sipping her drink, and while she may be annoyed inwardly, she looks rather content on the outside. She still has to keep the Tohsaka name good and well, even here. ]

2b.

[ And what includes upholding the Tohsaka name, is keeping herself friendly and approachable. Or, at the very least, enough to where she isn't showing her true colors. So whoever you might be, Rin will be approaching you with a drink in each hand. ]

Here. [ She puts the drink forward, expecting it to be taken. ] Be careful, you might spill the malt. We should hold ourselves up to a certain standard, after all.

2b

[yatagarasu]

[Kay blinks as she takes the free drink - and brightens up. Never say no to free things!]

Hey, thanks! And don't worry, I have super non-malt-spilling powers!

[...that's not a superpower.]