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[maskormods]

TEST DRIVE MEME

Considering apping into MASK OR MENACE? Want to dip your toes into the setting and get a feel of whether your character will fit into it? Or maybe you're just cruising and want to play around? Then you've come to the right place!

Pick any of the following scenarios below or feel free to make up your own, but don't be afraid to throw yourself at someone else's thread, either!

And remember there's only one rule in Test Drive Meme Club: have fun!

01. The city of Heropa is what one might expect from a small, bright and cheery place, where locals are friendly enough and local shop owners might offer a free drink to welcome you to their fair city. Some of the locals might thank you for always lending your service to the nation, while others might not say anything -- but if you have something nasty to say, better not say anything at all, right?

Unfortunately, tragedy has struck today. Outside a local 24/7 diner featuring waffles and other breakfast food, a large crowd has gathered while several fire trucks keep a steady stream on it and the buildings nearby. The diner is obviously destined to burn, and its waitresses, in bright yellow, stand outside watching with no small amount of worry reflected in their eyes. One of them complains, again, that she'd left her purse inside - and now a good $100 is going up in flames. For what? Won't somebody help her out, at all? The police are so inept! Just the worst!

The windows burst and, clear as day, one can see an alligator trapped inside the entrance, trying to make its way out but dissuaded by a patch of fire in front of the door. EMS and crowd alike gasp and wonder aloud, what can they do? Will no one save this poor Florida swamp cat?

02. De Chima, Virginia, is a large city with a healthy economy, and though it's quieter than Heropa, there are still large numbers of citizens to be 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 remains high here, 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, favorite foods, and more!

03. Maurtia Falls, Pennsylvania has had its ups and downs since imPorts started reappearing. Several imPort heroes have put focused efforts into cleaning up the streets of this somewhat infamous city, while others have swooped in to help the criminal industry thrive. More so here than the streets of any other imPort city, the battle between good and evil looks more like a war of escalation than a heroic tale. That might make the less than warm welcome imPorts are given in the city a little more understandable. The emergence of locals with superpowers is hardly helping. While some of these individuals have turned to crime, many locals seem more inclined to defend their native powered drug dealer than help the non-native hero bring them to justice. Who are you to tell them how to live?

It's not quite spring yet, but already flowers are popping up—in the form of seven-foot sentient musclebound daisies! A local criminal known as Flower Power has set them on the city, and they're going on a rampage, but a number of citizens have taken advantage. Do you go after the bushwhacking blossoms or the local looters?

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. To be American is to be part of a melting pot, and that there’s more money to be made by the thriving local industries hardly hurts.

Natives may gather around new arrivals and ask both personal and broad questions about life as an imPort, what they are looking forward to, what their favorite article of underwear is. A few night clubs offer free entrance - just this once! And they are bound to notice that a man has taken up a spot in a local street, eating pancakes off of a fold out table and holding up traffic. Many people are taking pictures and more interested in whether or not this is performance art than ushering him out of the way. He does have an extra chair and table, however, and will welcome and feed company, especially imPorts.

Comments

Dandy Mott | American Horror Story

[affluenza]

[Heropa]

[Dandy had briefly stopped to admire the burning building from afar. He knew good quality entertainment when he saw it, and a fire definitely fit that description.

When he hears the commotion, he shoves his way into the crowd to get a closer look at what's going on (after stopping to roll his eyes at the lady lamenting her $100). Was there a person trapped in there? Some ugly little kitten? Dandy wished for popcorn - this show seemed like it was about to get even better.

And then he sees what's actually inside. It's majestic. It's beautiful. He wants that alligator.

He grabs the nearest person.]

Come on, we have to save it!

[De Chima]

[Now this is Dandy's type of place. Of course he's happy to do interviews, and it seems to be his goal to get in front of as many cameras as possible as he walks down the street. Far from annoyed, he's eating this attention up, happily signing autograph after autograph.

He's barely paying attention anymore as he signs pages of a notebook, ripping them out and handing them to almost everyone he sees.]

Here you go.

[He hands the nearest person an autographed slip of paper, just assuming that every single person in this city is one of his adoring fans. What's this? You're another imPort? Well, he'll accept you as a fan, too!]

[Maurtia Falls]

[Dandy has decided to join in on the looting. He's not particularly worried about the flowers, nor is he concerned with stopping any other looters.

However, he doesn't take gold or jewelry or any fancy electronics. No, he's chosen to loot a plush of an annoying cartoon bird that's nearly as tall as he is, and he's awkwardly making away with the giant toy like it's the greatest thing on earth.]

[Wildcard]

[Have an idea of your own? Go for it!]

Peter Pevensie | The Chronicles of Narnia

[fenrisbane]

De Chima

My romantic partners?

[For everything he's been able to absorb and ignore, this was perhaps the strangest part of De Chima. He had hardly stepped outside his home before a group of women had surrounded him, many holding up pictures that they had taken (while he was unaware apparently) and asked him to sign it. Others showed him shirts they had with his face on it (all without him wearing a shirt), followed by questions that he wouldn't dream of asking a lady.

There was no bashfulness in them, even as he turned as red as his jacket. It was all too obvious what they were thinking and were hoping he'd say. Rather than answer them, Peter turned on his heel and bolted in the opposite direction. He could hear them behind him, screaming his name again. It was only when he turned a corner that he collided and landed on top of another person.

He looked back, uncertain what he should be more afraid of, the admirers or the person he might have injured. Chivalry answered for him.]

Are you hurt?

Nonah

[Peter is all too happy to tell the eager natives about Narnia and the adventures he had. While he can't remember much of his childhood (which no one would want to hear anyway), he has a number of stories involving giants and the various battles he waged against them. It isn't clear to the natives, but he is soaking up the attention and the way they marvel at his feats.

It's only when they disperse that he pulls himself off the bench and nods towards another imPort.]

Are they this friendly to everyone?

[Or was he just lucky?]

Heropa

[It didn't take much thought before he darted into the fiery cafe. Within a few minutes, he emerged from the smoke and flame, holding out the purse for the poor waitress. His clothes were darkened from the smoke, but he was unharmed and looking rather pleased with himself. He was still young enough that he could enjoy the adventures that made him "Magnificent" without the burdens of kingship.

And in a city of heroes, why not enjoy being a hero?

He cleared his throat as he passed through the crowd, the fire taking their attention away from his antics.]

Is there somewhere nearby with water?

petra dodrescu ( original character )

[corruptions]

[ Petra's arrival, for all intents and purposes, goes pretty smoothly. It might have had something to do with the fact that she was already drunk by the time she got here, so shoving a bunch of perks about choosing option: REGISTERED, was more than enough for a yeah, yeah and a shift in her tattoo.

Wait. She has a tattoo now. She didn't think that was even possible.

Oh well. ]

1. heropa

[ Petra doesn't get hangovers, but she stands by the wise philosophy that the best way to avoid one is to go look for more booze. She's more than composed as she makes her way around town, squinting her eyes and pursing her lips to decide which street will take her to the shadiest bar. No one's gonna question her when she makes idiots buy her drinks there.

Ah, hell!, Petra hears. She finds a bunch of waitresses in bright yellow dresses (interesting), and listens on with a glance at the burning diner. There go my hundred bucks. I was gonna buy a chair with that!

They all agree that she's got good taste in furniture, that she deserved to treat herself to a fancy decor for her new place.

The interruption comes in the shape of gasps of horror and helplessness. Again, standing perfectly still while she watches, she asks herself what the fuck she's actually staring at. ]

Damn.

[ People here be trippin'. People here also be running to her because of the tattoo she's sporting, asking and begging that she help. A sigh and a roll of her eyes gives way to considering how thankful the waitresses will be when she saves the day (very interesting). Petra sheds her biker jacket and walks through the fire and flames(.mp3). Literally. ]

All I wanted was some booze. [ In case the helpless pet didn't get that: ] Alcohol!

2. de chima

[ Vanity is one of her seven faults, by the look of her flashing that charismatic grin and playful shrug of her shoulders. Yes, oh yes, come over and take a selfie with me, I'll pretend to bite your ear and pose like I'm the hero and you're my sidekick. Petra's finally moving up from being a sidekick herself! Take that, Diana!

Taste in romantic partners? ] Yes. [ Personal underwear choices? ] No. [ Favorite foods? ] Depends. Where's he from?

De Chima

[catchallthecats]

[The low growl from next to the person he'd collided with probably cues Peter into the third option: Being more worried about the giant wolf accompanying the potential injured party.

Arya herself let out a startled curse when someone all but dove around the corner and right into her, sending her straight to the pavement. She debated letting Nymeria keep being irritated and defensive, more than a little ruffled herself, but then she heard the stranger actually asking if she was alright. An accident then, and from the sound of excited women she could hear, he'd probably been trying to escape their attention. So instead she reached to rest a hand against Nymeria's furry flank, a softly spoken 'easy girl' enough to have the direwolf taking a step back to look at her instead, hackles smoothing slightly.]

Just my pride. [ She nodded towards the entrance to the alley, expression turning wry.] Might want to make a quick retreat while you can though. They can be tenacious.

Bellamy Blake l the 100

[assoil]

De Chima:

I....really don't get why you'd ask about my underwear. Pass. Next question?

[Some of these questions were mundane and easy enough for him to give a quick answer to. Others, like the underwear, kind of throw Bellamy off. But he's trying not to lose his patience and lash out at them.

Yet. But the longer they corner him and the longer he has to wait before investigating himself about this place and whether Octavia or Clarke -- or any of the others, were here. Well. That might start to fray. Home is....depressing. Belllamy doesn't want to talk about it all that much, really.]

Nonah:

...You sure this is a safe idea? I mean, when you are hungry -- I get it, but.

[Guy in the middle of the street, is this really the right place for this? Bellamy can at least try persuade him to move it over to the sidewalk or something. It'd still be in the way but not....as much at least. Safer then potentially getting hit by these hovering vehicles. The drivers of which only seem to be getting more impatient.

Whether or not he's successful or this might take a while. Well.]

Maurtia Falls:

Seriously?

[His instinct is to stop the flower guy. He can deal with the looters later. So he charges in that direction rather than the assholes just taking advantage of the situation. Let the police deal with them. He grits his teeth as his boots pound the ground.]

Does this happen all the time or--?

Princess Zelda | Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild

[inmemoriae]

[De Chima]
[Among the usual crowd in De Chima is now a young Hylian girl--easily noticed for her pointed ears and the way she seems to be taking pictures of everything remotely technological. Her eyes are wide with wonder as the fly from one marvel to the next. She is very obviously new here.]

Simply amazing, to think such technology exists. Of course, some modifications could be made to improve upon the design, but they seem quite useful as they are... [This murmuring is cut off with a slight "Oh!" as she spots another marvel. It seems her attention is rather flighty at the moment.]

[Nonah]
[Zelda is caught rather off guard by the attention her arrival gets. Back home she got similar attention in larger towns just for the title she bore--but here, where no one should even know her name, it was a bit more unnerving. She stumbles over answers, trying to find an excuse to break from the crowd.]

Does everyone always wish to know so much?

Sir Percy Blakeney | The Scarlet Pimpernel

[itsaflower]

de chima
[ The moment after he arrived, Percy decided the best course of action was to play the fool. Whatever brought him here from England certainly had more power than the man could ever dream of. And it didn't take an idiot to know that this place, these people in charge had answers that they weren't telling him. No, as much as he disliked it, better this world to think him an idiot if he ever was to return home.

It's his grumpiness at the situation combined with the grumpiness of a reporter in his face that's bothering Percy right now. Really, he should give the man a break. The poor reporter was trying to do a job after all. Still some of the questions were far too scandalous and the man did bring up the issue of his clothes, which were over two hundred years out of date. So congrats person tagging this prompt, you're coming in at a VERY LONG RANT of Percy just ragging on the other man's clothes. And you're also getting dragged into this bullshit. ]

Come here, my good chap, [ Percy says as he gestures to the nearest person. If the clothes didn't signify 'not from here' his lazy British accent certainly did. ] Take a look at the state of that man's trousers! I understand this time prides itself on the technology, but surely that doesn't mean the tailors have all gone to pot!

[ His tone is jovial, more joking than anything sort of accusatory, and a smile plays on Percy's face as he bemoans the state of the modern American trouser. ]

maurtia falls
[ Well. This is apparently a thing. Percy honestly should be a bit more worried about the dastardly daisies taller than he is, but honestly? Over the past few hours he's been thrown two hundred years in the future, shunted off to America, told that he was given super powers or something like that, dealt with flying cars, dealt with tons of people asking him all sorts of questions because his Georgian era attire was a beacon signaling 'bother me because I am a new arrival here,' and so on and so forth. So alright, giant daisies, that's a perfectly normal thing because this world wasn't already so damned confusing and obnoxious.

He watches from the sidelines, confusion and irritation expertly hidden behind a facade of utter dumbness. The person next to him though actually looks more like they've got an idea about what's going on so, lazily, Percy strikes up a conversation. ]

Sink me, [ Percy drawls, in a voice that's absolutely irritating and absolutely idiotic sounding, ] is that what they mean by having us be "heroes?" The poor fellow seems to be doing it all wrong!

[ He is just 100% giving off the impression that he honestly can't tell the difference between supervillain and superhero. ]

Matt McGinnis | DC Comics Future's End

[wayschway]

a. Heropa

[ Matt wanders down a road, contemplating the bottle of cherry cola some cheerful shopkeeper just GAVE him. His initial instinct is to be suspicious. Why is everyone so friendly here? The streets are relatively clean and safe looking, people seem to care about the well being of each other... a far cry from Neo Gotham. And Neo Gotham is probably the safest city in the country as far as he knows.

He's thirsty though. Maybe he can trust the soda? It's sealed and all so it's probably safe... Is that smoke? Curious, and with not much else to do he quickly comes across the source. ]

...Is that a crocodile?

[ He knows not the difference between gator and croc. He's never seen one in person. Always wanted to, they're cool. But he never thought he'd see one quite like this. ]

What it's even doing in there?!

b. De Chima

[ At first it was kinda fun when people took pictures and asked questions. Matt kinda felt like a celebrity. Someone important. But now? Now it's getting bad. And some of the questions? ]

Romantic partners?! I just turned THIRTEEN.

[ Plus his world had kind of gone to shit and all so crushes and the like are kind of at the veeeery back of his mind. A couple more questionable questions fly and Matt blanches and rummages around for the one smoke pellet he still had from the few he nicked from the Bat cave before finding himself here. ]

Look I... gotta go.

[ He tosses the pellet on the ground and attempts to make a mad dash away in the confusion. ]

c. Maurtia Falls

[ In hind sight maybe he SHOULDN'T have tripped that looter. Or called him a dreg. But when he saw the dude trying to make off with ill gotten goods it was almost instinctual for him to stick a skinny ankle out in his path. And that's why he was being chased through some alleys by said looter and a couple of his buddies.

Thank goodness he's fast! But he can't run forever. So he bolts out of the alley, takes a sharp corner, dives, and rolls under a car shouting a quick 'You didn't see me!' to anyone who might have, in fact, seen him. And not he just hopes the thugs didn't catch sight of him either. ]

Zoe Hange | Attack on Titan

[aberrant_type]

De Chima

[Hange has politely answered questions and fielded interest for long enough, she figures, especially since she's not particularly in the mood to socialize and be cheerful. She is not happy to have been drawn into another world, and not necessarily buying any of the explanations that have been offered.

The gathering probably looks like your standard gaggle of natives packed in round a newcomer. What might capture attention is the sudden outcry from the natives, though, and a ripple of movement away from Hange as she fires one of her grappling hooks into the facade of the building across the street.

It's not locals being attacked by a touchy imPort; it's Hange using the tactical gear to fly away, somewhat more awkwardly than usual because she doesn't want to hurt anyone in her audience. In fact, once she's out of touch range, people start snapping cell phone photos again.]

Thanks for your interest, everyone... but I must be on my way. [She can be magnanimous; she even waves goodbye before disappearing over the roof. From there she parkours away from her admirers, drops back to street level again, and continues exploring.

She can be found inspecting things on foot or flying through the air anywhere in the city.]

Maurtia Falls

[This conflict is so absurd that Hange spends a good deal of time sitting on a rooftop like the anime she is and... laughing incredulously.

Those flowers seem to be causing chaos more than going after people, or she'd be having quite a different reaction. As it is they're the most interesting part of the whole mess. Hange isn't going to tangle with local looters (it's not really her problem or her place at this point) but she does eventually make a move towards one of the weird daisies, approaching it on foot and whacking off an arm when it takes a swing at her. They're not human so she doesn't even feel bad... the stump just oozes sap, and the daisy doesn't react to the missing appendage. Obviously the next step is to take off the legs and start vivisecting the thing right where she is (it's plant tissue all the way through, apparently).

So here she is. On the ground. Picking this overgrown weed apart and keeping an eye on any chaos that comes closer to her. The perfect time to come say hi.]

[Wildcard]

[anything goes]

Jotaro Kujo | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

[jojoceanman]

01 - Heropa

[As the windows shatter and the crowd begins to gasp in shock at the alligator, a man clad in white watches the scene from across the street. He isn't moving and his head is down, the flickering fire and smoke from nearby stinging his eyes. Luckily he's wearing a hat that can hide his face from most of the smoke. He wasn't planning to interfere, as the fire department is already at work and no one seems to be trapped inside. That is, until he hears word of the alligator trapped inside.

Good grief. ...Well, if everyone else over there is just going to stand around and gasp like an idiot...

Out of nowhere, the alligator suddenly begins to levitate off the ground and quickly floats out of the danger. The crowd rumbles from the sudden rescue, stunned by the sudden rescue out of nowhere. Of course the alligator itself doesn't have powers - unless it's an imPort alligator, as some people in the crowd start speculating.

What none of them see is that the alligator wasn't levitated, but carried out. By a giant man with flowing black hair, armored cloth and multi-colored skin. It would fit the description of an imPort, but goes completely unobserved by everyone. ...More accurately, unobserved by everyone who isn't an imPort themselves - anyone nearby the area at the same time with powers would absolutely see him.

And once the alligator is set down, the giant floats away back to the man in white and fades away. The man pushes off his spot against the wall and begins to walk away with that - everything should be resolved now by the local authorities. However he wasn't really paying any mind to the possibility that his friend might be seen.]

02 - Nonah

...Good grief.

[Is there anything more that can be seriously said about a guy sitting in the middle of a street and eating pancakes? He's seen some ridiculous things in his life, but there's something truly bizarre about how calm the man eating in the middle of the road is.

He's not really going to approach the guy though, or tell him to get lost. Mostly he's just observing the commotion everyone else is making, more intrigued by the reactions than the man himself. No, it's rather obvious what the man wants out of this to Jotaro...]

Nobody acts out like this unless they want the attention. He must want to be famous. The media will definitely eat this up.

[Those pancakes especially. They must be cold by now. Pretty disgusting really.]

other

[ooc: if you want to do something else, feel free to tag with your own prompt. you can also pm me as well.]

jean grey | x-men apocalypse

[jeaniegrey]

01. HEROPA

[ Jean stares as she approaches the scene, forgetting about figuring out where she is and instead, focusing on the fire and its flames. There's so much of it, it's almost mesmerizing in a way.

It's as the roof caves in and crumbles that she reaches out with both her hands and her mind and stops the debris from falling onto and, evidently, crushing the alligator beneath it. But that's not the only thing that threatens to crumble and Jean reaches out with her mind again to hold up the side of a nearby building, not wanting it to topple over and crash into the diner.

Then there's that alligator that is still stuck and these buildings aren't exactly the lightest of things to hold up, even for her. ]

A little help would be nice?

[ Or you could just keep standing there. ]


02. DE CHIMA

[ She can ignore their stares, she's used to it even back home. But there's nothing worse than being surrounded by people who won't stop thinking.

Jean tries her best to ignore everyone's thoughts around her but her telepathy seems to be on the fritz since arriving here and so she's picking up every single thought that these people around her have, regardless of whether or not they're actually approaching her for a picture or a question to ask.

Is she a natural redhead? I can't believe I got another ticket. What's his problem anyways? She should watch where she's going. That's probably the worst outfit I have ever seen. I don't even know what to eat tonight. Is he going to call me? Ugh, forget it, I don't even care anymore. What am I going to do now? I CAN'T BELIEVE HE SAID YES! Hey, watch it, pal! Oh my god, what the hell am I going to do now? I wonder what it's like to breathe underwater. This is seriously the worst latte I have ever had.

Hands to her head, eyes squeezed shut tight, she tries to block them out- tries to silence her own mind and close the link that her telepathy is opening up to every single person around her. Then there's the case of the windows in every building surrounding her beginning to shake and the lights starting to flicker.

A bit of a breakdown? You could say that. Or maybe you might be able to help distract her mind from all these voices. ]


03. MAURITA FALLS

[ Fingers at her temple, Jean watches as a looter goes about busting open a cash register in an abandoned store, figuring they've hit a bit of a jackpot for themselves. It's as the looter opens up the cash register that, rather than money, they see snakes. Piles and piles of snakes coiling and slithering and hissing in the register.

The looter? A look of horror and a couple screams later, they're bolting out of the store, furiously shaking their arms in an attempt to rid them of the snakes.

Except... there's no snakes, never was, just money. A trick of the mind and a means to chase a looter away? This has been Jean Grey at your service. But that's when the ground shakes a little and Jean turns then, staring in disbelief at what she happens to see. ]

You've got to be kidding me.

[ Sentinels in the Danger Room? Sure. Rampaging mutants who want to take control of the world? Alright. Giant muscled daisies causing chaos in the streets? That's a little weird. ]


WILDCARD

( if you'd prefer something else, feel free to tag with your own prompt. )

Rin Asano | Blade of the Immortal

[payback]

[Arrival is hard on Rin, mostly because the idea of other worlds is so far out of anything she'd ever experienced or imagined that at first she's positive she's dead. Of course she cries...

It's chin up for the cities though, so she can take the hits there. She's trying really hard!!!]

De Chima

Oh, I - I'm single - the new city is very exciting - no I don't understand any of it yet -

[Here's the lucky interviewee, a young woman in traditional Japanese robes, armed with a sword that for the moment is sheathed and tucked in her carryall.

Rin is too polite (at least at first) to be able to handle these adoring crowds, who seem very well-meaning but are persistent and loud. Rin's smiling determinedly, but it doesn't take a genius to see that she's stressed.]

Ah - um - OH MY GOD, WHAT IS THAT?

[She flails an arm over everyone's heads and a few people miraculously look. When they do Rin puts her head down and bolts. She's found that if you're charging towards people usually they get out of the way, and she's stronger than she looks. She could knock somebody down if she had to!!! She shrieks as she goes:]

RUN!

Nonah

[She sat and ate with the stranger for a while, and then shyly made off with a plate still piled with pancakes. This is the nicest thing that's happened by far since she was dumped into a strange new world.]

Mmm...

[Her pancakes are slathered with butter and syrup. :) Honestly she couldn't be happier, as she slices up pancake with her fork, slides it around in pooled syrup, and packs it into her mouth...]

Maybe this world isn't so bad after all...

Godric | True Blood

[faderbroderson]

[De Chima]
[In his lifetime, Godric has been treated with both disdain and reverence, fear and respect, but never in all his years has he been treated as some kind of celebrity. It's overwhelming.

The strange and invasive questions don't bother him as much as the flashes of the cameras and the crush of the crowd around him. He answers some of the less personal questions, almost offhand, while making every attempt to otherwise disengage politely. He's soft spoken and well-mannered enough that one or two of his fans -- he has fans -- eventually seem to feel guilty about how they're all hounding him and start trying to convince the crowd to give him some space.

That's when one of the apparent journalists or bloggers shouts out the question about his underwear. Godric's eyebrows meet his hairline and he looks at her incredulously, a little entertained despite himself at her audacity.]

Surely such an intimate question requires we know each other more intimately?

[He's gratified to see her blush. He's somewhat less gratified when the whole crowd screams in delight.]

[Maurita Falls]
[Godric stares at the massive daisies, heedless of the destruction and looting going on around him. The looters can all be tracked down later, that's not a concern, and most civilians have long since fled. The worst of it at present seems to be ongoing property damage.

The problem is, it's just too absurd.

If a vampire could get a headache, he'd have one, he's sure.

One of the daisies decides he looks like an easy target and makes a move. Godric moves much, much faster, but is far less enthused about it. The muscled flowers are sentient, he's told, so he refrains from killing it, but it goes down hard. Its compatriots take a quick step back, suddenly thinking better of their life choices.]

I don't suppose you would be willing to talk about this?

[He almost sounds bored.]

[Random]
[Hit me with your best shot!]

Link | Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild

[ofwilds]

[De Chima]

[Thankfully, Link has managed to seem semi-unassuming. After all, he's kind of dirty. Wild, moderately unkempt hair falls over his pointy ears and some is tied back into a small ponytail. He's found a generally secluded place to sit down and rest his feet. There are some dirt smudges on his pant legs and bright blue tunic. How long has it been since he's washed this thing? Occasionally mistaken for being homeless, Link smiles and waves off the people who come by to bother him--or are concerned by the enormous sword-sheath hanging over his back.]

[Nonah]

[Sweet, delicious pancakes. How was he lucky enough to get such a treat? Such a feat of good will. What a wonderful place, maybe even as welcoming as Kakariko. Link grins at his plate, adorned with way, way more than would probably be considered reasonable for any human being. His eyes glow with childlike wonder as he prepares to dig in. For a weary, world traveled soul, this was heaven. If only every day could be like this...

Taking a bite of the delicious treat, he leans his head back and glances up skyward. If only he had a few people he could share it with.

Pancakes and all, this place could be just as big and lonesome as back home.]

De Chima

[catchallthecats]

[Arya's first thought is that the clearly distressed young woman reminds her of Sansa. Enough so that at a glimpse of her through the crowd, she thinks nothing of sending Nymeria to clear her a path to her, and the disgruntled rumble from the wolf as it circles is enough to get the people to back off quite a ways.

Of course by this point Nymeria has figured out that this isn't her person's packmate, so just stands near her as Arya catches up to wait and see what the girl wants to do.]

...C'mon, let's find you somewhere quieter.

[It didn't matter that this wasn't Sansa. She was clearly in distress, overwhelmed in some way either by the place itself or the crowds. Get her away from both and she'd probably calm enough to be able to figure out what to do from there.

Just offering a hand, willing to lead the stranger to one of the quieter areas, trying to think of the best places to go when one wanted to get away from people at this time of day.]

Nonah!

[ofwilds]

[Link leisurely jogs up behind the princess, you know, as he has to do constantly. Lightly touching her left shoulder, he starts to lead her away from the crowd, smiling, nodding, and waving off the various people looking to get their attention. No different from a rowdy afternoon in Castle Town, after all. This place reminded him most of that aspect of home. The crowded markets and street performers...

Once he's cleared Zelda away from the crowd, he turns his attention back to the dutiful princess, looking a bit sheepish. Oh yes, he expects the usual "What are you doing, why are you getting in my way and following me around, you know I'm perfectly fine on my own!" Sorry, Zelda! He can't have you getting hounded by strangers. Rhoam would disapprove. As he tends to do. A lot.]

Richard Campbell Gansey III | The Raven Cycle

[disentombs]

DE CHIMA

[Gansey has never heard of De Chima, Virginia, despite having grown up in the area.

He's still not entirely sure what's going on around here, but he's doing his best with years of practice of being diplomatic, the perfect son of his politician parents. His most useful mask to put up, the polite, handsome, agreeable Richard Campbell Gansey III, is out in full force as he fields these odd questions, as though he's a celebrity (which, from what he understood, he kind of is just by having shown up here). People really care about these inane facts?

When the question about underwear choices pops up though, that's when he decides it's time to go. He lets out a small laugh, slightly embarrassed, subtly checks his watch and thumbs over his shoulder, saying he had to meet someone, somewhere, he's sorry, maybe they can do this again some other time, before he takes a step back and heads on his way. His pace is just a bit faster than his usual, though as he's rounding a corner, he checks back over his shoulder to make sure none of the crowd is following him.

--And that's when he bumps into you.

Gansey, a teen on the tall side of average height with lean but muscular build (all the time on the rowing team after all), handsome face, hazel eyes and casually tousled brown hair, makes a small sound of surprise, hand automatically reaching out to stabilize the other should they need it.]

Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going. Are you all right?

Ryuusei Sakuta | Kamen Rider Fourze

[planetarybreak]

de chima.
Wait, what did you just ask me???

[This is one hell of an introduction to the life. If it weren't bad enough that there's still a flash or two in his eyes, Ryuusei's been fielding weird questions since he got here. There's a few blinks of confusion (and attempts at trying to be able to see straight) as people keep trying to ask him things, and hoo boy, does he look uncomfortable even disregarding what people are even asking him. Some of the contents of the interviews are just adding fuel to the proverbial fire.

Halp.]

nonah.
[While he's not really trying to divulge much of anything as far as what had happened back home with the Zodiarts, Ryuusei does understand that he has to give some sort of answer, and therefore intentionally keeps it vague for the sake of his sanity unless pressed.

Though the pancakes are a nice thought. He thanks the man (albeit a bit awkwardly as he was still balancing the plate - at least at first) before walking off, nodding at another imPort that's nearby with a similar plate:]

You too, huh?

wildcard.
[feel free to start your own prompt - i'm also open to plotting @tyrantrave!]

[jeaniegrey]

[ It's the wolf and it's disgruntled growls that cause Jean to finally open her eyes, though her hands remain at her temples. She's not too sure what to do about a wolf and there's a moment where she seems worried. Because a wolf on top of her telepathic abilities more or less shorting out on her and the possibility of causing some accidental damage--

--that's when she hears the voice, when she glances over to the girl and she takes notice of her hand.

Hesitant, only for a moment, she reaches out and takes hold of the girl's hand while her other remains at her temple still. ]

Thanks.

[ The voices still persist and it's clear with her expression that she's trying to block them out, or at the very least, ignore them, even as she goes along with this girl. ]

(quietly screaming)

[inmemoriae]

[Under normal circumstances she would be annoyed with Li--the Hero once again appearing by her side. Normal circumstances that did not involve being in a strange city in an even stranger world. No, these were certainly not normal circumstances.]

Thank you...[It's said a bit hesitantly, and as quickly followed up by--] But I could have gotten out of that crowd just fine on my own you know.

[She absolutely could have--and she couldn't have him thinking otherwise.]

(vibrates semi-violently??)

[ofwilds]

[Exactly as expected. Link looks mostly apologetic as he nods in agreement. Really, if it wasn't his sworn duty he'd be totally happy to let you run around on your own and obsess over anything and everything that glows and/or comes out of the ground.

He lets go of her once they're in the clear and takes a few steps back out of respect, looking around and remaining vigilant lest anyone be coming towards the princess.]

...

...

...

[ok are those flat delicious pastries in the distance

oh my gosh they are

desperately, he wants to go over and ask for some because his perpetually grumbling stomach is telling him to but. duty. duty.]

...Where to next, Princess? [He speaks!]

(I am literally tagging having just beat the game so FEELINGS)

[inmemoriae]

[Honestly, it shouldn't be a surprise that Zelda just starts wandering off in a predetermined direction the moment they're free and clear--but his question gives her pause.]

I was going to explore the city center more. It's important that we learn and know the most of our current location as we can. Especially if we ever hope to return home--A library perhaps or...[She trails off as she notices just what had held his attention in the distance previously.]

Perhaps we should start with breakfast? Some food at the very least.

Nonah

[dachizone]

[Gentarou was leaving his new job, meeting all types of people from working as a waiter, but to get from Nonah to Heropa required transporting between the two cities and, with traffic being bad, foot traffic was significantly more crowded too. Gentarou, being nosy, went to find the source and saw the pancake man and his table....


And victims of his table sitting pancake eating ways.]

R-r-r-ryu....

[Sorry Ryuusei, you're getting charged at.]

RYUUUUUUSEEEEIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CRIES A LOT WELCOME TO THE CLUB

[ofwilds]

[Oh Princess, you're too kind. Link grins and nods, waiting like an excitable puppy for her to lead him over to the pancakes.]

Well said. [He's trying to hide his excitement. He's bad at it.

Peaking over Zelda's shoulders, he gets a closer look at the somewhat crazed pancake stand. Are they just going to give them away? Well...]

...A diplomatic gift to the Princess of the Kingdom of Hyrule?

[admemoriam]

[The question is hardly out of Gansey's mouth before he his small, hoodie-clad victim outright accosts him, with the most joyous of all possible shouts - ] Gansey! You're back!

[There's no time to process, no time to think. One hundred and fifteen pounds of blond, freckled, exceedingly alive teenage boy launch to pull his friend into a tight hug.

There is no use resisting, or stopping to question. Just roll with it, Gansey.]