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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?

Today it's not just imPorts that are making a scene. Given the relatively high approval rating imPorts still pull in here, maybe it shouldn't shock locals and imPorted arrivals alike that new native metahumans are using the city to debute their new spandex and catch phrases while they try and take their own bite out of crime. You know what they say about those darn kids these days though, too much time watching TV instead of say, oh, learning about martial arts or surveillance techniques. Or that the world doesn't actually pause when they start their dramatic entrances like it does on the small screen. There are five teenagers today, each one dressed in elaborate costumes modeled after different birds of paradise (click one of these if you really need examples). And you better believe each one has a dramatic entrance speech concerning truth, Justice, and the American Way, a dramatic pose, and a polysyllabic name to go through before they all strike a team pose and shout 'Birds Of Prey, Uncaged!'

During this time the lone criminal they had swooped down to stop has long since stared running away. Early in the morning, they did this whole production to stop a litterer. Mid-afternoon, a jay walker. Finally, in the evening, they actually try stopping a mugging. Of course the thief and the stolen goods are busy getting away during their intros, a fact the robbed citizen keeps shouting at them through the whole two minute long affair.

It's up to you, dear imPort, to catch these escaping misdemeanors or thief and bring them to actual justice (or, if you're really kind, hand them over to the birds), to stop and tell these kids to get off your darn lawn, to give them hero-ing tips or a real villain to fight against, or to just keep walking and pretend this whole mess never happened. The choice is yours.

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!

These questions are better asked inside, however, as a tornado warning has been released for the county. No, they haven't had one here since the 90s, but you can never be too careful! With the torrential downpour currently hammering the city, some enterprising business people have taken to offering storm themed sales of food, drinks, and appliances. Is there any better way to send the rainy day than on nickle shot night at the local bar, where you cannot only get dangerously intoxicated but also ride the newest in fun and games, the Freudian Mechanical Bull? Come one come all and see how long you can stay clinging on as the bull bucks you physically and emotionally, spitting out catchy psychological phrases like 'do you think this will make your father love you?' or 'riding me for five minutes will never fix what you've done.' The bull will detect which sentences seem to get the best effect and keep barring down on that path. Sensitive about your mother? Better believe the whole bar is about to hear a lot about it.

Or if you're not up for that much fun, you can aid worried citizens in securing their homes and businesses against the possible storms. Help them board up holes in roofs, cast wards on their windows, or just point them towards the nearest insurance agent. Surely you wouldn't take advantage of them and sell them devices they don't need or learn where they keep their valuables and how to reach them at a time like this would you?...would you?

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?

Today is the semi-annual (that no one can quite seem to remember ever happening before) balloon festival. From dawn until well past midnight imPorts and natives alive can pay a small fee to ride in a beautifully colorful hot air balloon solo or in pairs. There is also wonder fried food and face-painting for the whole family. If this seems all a little too innocent and family friendly, don't worry. This being the Falls, there's always a chance for the morally flexible (or horribly naive) to make a little extra money. Some balloons are offering special, 100% totally free in no way catch-possessing deluxe rides to certain 'winners.' Strangely, it appears to 'win' all one has to do is agree to ride the hot air balloon over to another city, drop off one of the 'sand bags' attached to the side at a designated place, pick up a few new 'sand bags' and fly back! Those that can pilot their own balloon rather than needing a guide will be paid extra- they mean, win an extra special prize.

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!

But you'll have to excuse the mess. See, a little while ago the city was a real zoo. Animals running everywhere, smashing store windows, eating aquariums, you know how these things can go. In fact, there are still a few stay old world monkeys jumping around, and maybe a baby gator or two in the sewer or prairie dogs in the parks. A small reward is still being offered for their rounding up.

Comments

Futaba Sakura | Persona 5

[codeoracle]

Nonah
[For such a crowded city, with all it's noise and excitement and crowds, Futaba found herself a bit more at home than when she had first arrived. Busy streets still had alleys to duck down, and the crowds didn't seem so overwhelming when they were able to spread out instead of being cramped in buildings or public transport. Honestly, it was a bit like home that way.

Or it would be like home if it wasn't for the baby gators littering the storm drains. Maybe that's what had people skirting the sidewalks. Futaba, on the other hand, was crouched down by one such storm drain.]

What are you doing here anyway?

De Chima
[Showing up in a city just to be pelted by torrential rain was not Futaba's idea of a good time. This was especially true when the weather caused her to be shoved inside with absolute strangers.

Cramped spaces, strange bodies, people questions her--]

I can't--I...

[She shudders before trying to duck into and through the crowd to find a place to hide, a corner to draw up in. This was different than the challenges she gave herself back home. Back home she could always find Akira--she could always find a way back to the safety of Leblanc or her home with Sojiro.

Here...here the crowds only brought on a tightness in her chest, a shortness to her breath. She needed out...she needed...She needed help.]

De Chima

[sleight_of_hand]

[ Adachi paused, frowning as he saw something small and gremlin-like scurrying around in the rain. For a moment, he was going to just walk away, not worry about it... before he let out a sigh, slumping his shoulders, before heading after whatever it was. He reached his umbrella out when he got close enough, helping to shield the tiny thing from the rain. ]

Oy; you all right?

REGGIE MANTLE | RIVERDALE

[bragnificent]

( NOTE: this is still gabbie/mantlepieces! please see this post. )

HEROPA

Jesus, what is all this? Are they promoting a movie or something?

[ Reggie gives the costumed teenagers an appraising lookover, one eyebrow raised as his sips his free (and slightly boozy, though it didn't come that way) iced tea. It's still around midday, so there's no direct evidence to a crime; it really just seems like a group of people posing for the drama of it, a fact which Reggie can't condemn on its own. So, like any sensible person, he gets some photos and selfies taken with them.

He also, apropos of nothing else, happens to be shirtless; the fact that his pant legs have been rolled up to his knees and he has a maroon hoodie tied around his waist is probably enough to convey the reason why.

After Reggie and the Birds have exchanged instagram information, they disperse and Reggie continues walking and sipping his drink, scrolling on his communicator to look at the photos and look them up online, but then: ]

Oh, what. You have got to kidding me. [ He stops, looking affronted. ] I have to actually make a new account? What the hell kind of crappy futureland is this?

NONAH

[ The city might not look so good, but frankly, Reggie barely notices; he drinks in the attention easily enough, answering whatever questions he can answer, or just making things up when he has no idea what the locals are talking about.

Most of all, though, he's happy to take up one of the many nightclub offers, and once instead he'll alternate his time at the bar, dancing out on the floor, or collapsing on a couch whenever he needs a break or a breather. If you're real nice to him, maybe he'll even use his power to add (more) booze to your drink, who knows? At the very least, just try and stop him from flirting or dancing close-- hopefully not spilling any drinks. ]

WILDCARD

[ Want to continue a thread from last time? Want a different city/scenario/etc.? Choose your own adventure, or PM/plurk me to get something worked out! ]

nonah!

[songwrite]

[The thing about having friends that are 6'3" tall is that it makes them very convenient to find in a crowds. Not that Archie is actively looking for Reggie, but as well as being big Reggie just so happens to be loud and distinctive, so while at first Archie looks suspiciously into his drink like he thinks its to blame for some sort of whooping, dancing hallucination... he quickly figures there's no way he's mistaken.

He promptly elbows his way to the center of the floor where the familiar figure is grabbing of his arms and shouting over the pulsing music:]

Reggie?!

[It better be Reggie. Otherwise, this will be very awkward.]

Akira Kurusu | Persona 5

[crimeboy]

1.

Akira didn't understand this hype. Sure, he'd experienced it himself for a hot minute during the heyday of the Phantom Thieves, but it had come and gone so quickly, and certainly never warranted some kind of crazy spandex costumes and introducing yourselves in front of a huge audience, right? Well, maybe.

He was here trying to be a Totally Normal Teenager right now, silently looking on for the most part as the scene unfolded. He was a little curious, but more curious was how the criminal they'd just attempted to apprehend had gotten away as the teens started their showboating. Akira's expression hardened, lips pulled tightly shut as he bit back some amount of distate for the whole affair and instead slipped off to find somewhere that was more private before he took on the task of going after the mugger that was taking off into the darkness.

With a flash of blue fire, Akira was Joker again, and he took off after the man, and his stolen goods. Let them have their limelight, he wasn't going to let injustice go on. Fame wasn't worth it.

"Arsene!" he called out, his Persona manifesting, a clawed hand extended in the direction of the running man, who picked up his pace in a very apt panic, but it wasn't any use. Those claws didn't need to get any closer, as powerful curse magic caught up to him quickly, putting the man down. But not, as anyone would notice, killing him. That wasn't his MO.

Landing nearby to where he'd fallen, Joker knelt to pick up the purse that had been absconded with. Guess it was time to return it.

2.

No, this was the opposite of Akira's idea of a good time. Well, maybe not the opposite, but this bar was Big and Full. There were a lot of people here, and this was not what bars were like in Japan.

And honestly, they couldn't have overlooked the fact that Akira definitely didn't look like someone who belonged in a bar. He was tall enough, sure, but he was lankly, dressed in a school uniform, and he wore huge nerd glasses. Then again, there was atornado warning, so he GUESSED it could be worse. It wasn't like he was going to be drinking, anyway. No, what caleld to him was the challenge of that mechanical bull.

Yeah, he had to tame that.

He was still quite silent as he pushed his way closer, getting on the bull while numerous people both jeered and cheered, some skeptical, some questioning why a kid was allowed in here(it's an emergency, duh), and some just hoping for a good show before he is flung.

He's determined, though, his jaw set and brows low as he gripped the bull. It starts out normal enough, if it could be normal for a Japanese teen, but soon enough it starts saying things to him that make it harder to concentrate. "They've already forgotten." Yeah, okay, they probably did. That's fine.

"You didn't change anything." His jaw tightened a little, trying not to argue with some accursed robotic bull. It wasn't right, though, he just had to think of it that way, but boy that was making it harder to keep his grip.

"Everything you did was for nothing."

[OOC: Either format works for me! Idk if I'll be apping or anything, but I wanted to play him a little.]

de chima

[cognitivism]

"Ah." He can't help but watching this obnoxious display of bravado. He leans on his hand, carefully trying to catch his eye. Goro picks up on what the bull was saying, smiling a little about the whole thing.

I wonder what that bull would say to me.

The thought vanishing soon as he thought it, scowling to himself. He recovers quickly, before he tries to put on a cheerful expression. He wasn't going to make a fool of himself here -- or show his hand too soon. No one else seemed to know of him, or what happened in Japan.

"Hey, Kurusu-kun. Over here."

Jacen Solo | Star Wars Legends

[one_jedi_night]

NONAH

[ ANIMALS. Animals animals. Oh boy is Jacen in the right place today. He doesn't even mind the sloshing remains of the whole seawater thing that deluged Nonah a few weeks ago. Not when there's a giant butterfly in this tree with his name on it. ]

Easy there, girl. C'mon, I won't hurt you.

[ He's eased himself carefully out onto this branch towards the massive critter, grinning gleefully at it. And at anyone else who gets close. ]

Isn't she amazing? Look at all her teeth.

[ Gee, who doesn't want to hang out with a teenager who thinks taming a bloodthirsty butterfly is a good time? ]

HEROPA

[ In less cheerful news: a mugger. Really? They're not much compared to Jacen's whole life up until this point, so he just kind of quietly steps towards them and snaps on his lightsaber. Its brilliant turquoise-green blade hums to life with a familiar hiss of ozone. ]

This isn't the escape route you're looking for.

[ Careful with that thing, Jacen. You might kill someone with it one day. ]

nonah

[carbonfrozen]

[Don't mind Han, he's just staring at the butterfly like he's contemplating either killing it because of all the bantha fodder it put him through or capturing it for that cash reward the butterfly society's still offering. His gaze cuts to Jacen and wait a moment is he a cousin, or something? He's fairly certain Jacen's a cousin.

His gaze lingers just a bit too long on Jacen, as if he's trying to puzzle out where he's seen him before.]

Those aren't supposed to have teeth. [Just saying. He sighs, scrubs his hand over his face, and makes his decision. Related or not, the kid seems to like this giant bloodthirsty doom butterfly.] Right, come on—let's get her somewhere safe.

Meetra Surik (The Exile) | Star Wars: KOTOR II

[forcereset]

02, De Chima

[ She rode the fracking bull. Not right away, not anywhere near the start of the night. But past midnight, after the novelty of trying to get drunk on new and exciting alcohols while being mostly resistant to poisons (spoiler alert: alcohol counted as one) wore off and some credits- money had been put on it. It was better than walking through the rain to a house full of strangers.

But after the bull made its first you deserved to be cast out comment it was suddenly out of order, dying a quite death between her thighs. Weird, that. At least to anyone that had never seen a force user disable a droid before.

She jumped off with a shrug. ]

Cheap hunk of junk.

03, Maurtia Falls

[They were trying to get her to smuggle something. Apparently being 'unregistered' made her more trustworthy somehow. Meetra's eyebrows crept closer and closer towards her hair line, but she didn't interrupt the man as he made his pitch. Though a former Jedi, she had, until a few days ago, been captaining a smuggling ship. The idea wasn't exactly new. And while she had no intention of simply dropping off unknown substances with unknown people, she was curious enough to accept the offer in order to further investigate. Maybe she could turn a few of them over to the local officials.

She had just climbed into the balloon when the smuggler informed her she'd have a partner for this trip. Some other random imPort that had signed on. That could be trouble. Still, she met the stranger with a smile, trying to size them up.]

Welcome aboard.

WILDCARD

[ Put a time and place and there she'll be. ]

maurtia falls

[carbonfrozen]

[Han has been a smuggler for long enough that he grilled the guy through the whole pitch, haggling over prices and negotiating a fair deal. It helps that he's boasted about being able to fly anything before, even a balloon, so he's feeling pretty good about this whole job. He could probably buy some new parts for his cab if he pulls this off!

And then the guy had to come back and tell him that all the balloons were full and would he be amenable to riding with another imPort? They'd pay him more! Okay, he had actually said special reward money for riding with a partner, but Han knows what it actually means. The things he does to get a little more money.

So when he meets the imPort he'll be riding with, he gives her a smile that's just as tight, eyeing her with a smuggler's wary look.]

Thanks. [He taps his fingers against the edges of the basket they're in.] You new to this? [This meaning: flying a balloon, smuggling, this crazy world.]

Anthy Himemiya | Revolutionary Girl Utena

[bridalrose]

De Chima

[ It can't be how they say it is. A whole other world? They just can't-- ] O-oh!

[ She's so immersed in the impossibility that she's bumped into somebody, and she automatically knits her brow and stutters out an apology, tries to demurely skirt out of the way. They don't let her, though. There's fuss about her being soaked through. Somebody passes her an umbrella, shoves it into her hands, and she smiles nervously. Then the questions begin.

You're an imPort, right? Where are from? What's your world like? What are your powers? ]

Powers..? I don't-- I still don't understand. If I could-- Excuse me, please!

[ She can't stand this. She can't stand this. She tries to turn and run away, and...!

There are people everywhere. They're all around her. She immediately runs headlong into somebody else. Are there more questions? Will she have to run again? Or is it somebody in a similar situation; somebody who can take care of the crowd? ]

Sorry, I-- All of these people...

Nonah

[ It can't be how they say it is. Akio will come soon, and...

Well. All she has to do is wait it out.

There could be worse ways to do that than fetching animals, she supposes, though she doesn't readily return those she finds. Instead, she takes up a spot in the local park with a small collection of beasties. She hasn't had much luck with the monkeys, but she's not particularly fussed. She already has one in her company, after all, a fine specimen named Chu-chu, who's currently astride a scurrying prairie dog and holding on for dear life.

Anthy herself is occupied with a pair of the small alligators, humming as she thinks. ]

Oh, let's see... You can be Isidoro. And you can be Marianna.

[ Each 'gator gets an appropriate boop on the nose. Isn't this a little weird and risky? Shouldn't somebody warn her? Shouldn't somebody try to catch that runaway rodeo monkey? ]

De Chima

[bindsthedead]

Give her some space. [Sabriel speaks clearly, and people listen. She has to brush aside a few questions about RISE and requests to see magic, but she seems quite unbothered by them, and the rain as she moves toward the other imPort, smiling politely beneath her raincoat.]

I know you want to be friendly, but she seems a little overwhelmed- besides, shouldn't all of you get going? I don't think the weather's getting better any time soon. [And most-but not all- of the crowd listens, dispersing. A few linger, watching curiously as Sabriel speaks to the other woman.]

There's a coffeeshop I like nearby- let's get out of the rain for a bit.

goro akechi | persona 5

[cognitivism]

De Chima

So it seems I should have bought an umbrella. [ He frowns, watching the rain from inside the restaurant he's taken shelter in. Of all the things he's arrived during a tornado warning. He takes a deep breath, ignoring the other patrons as he stares at his food.

Of all the things, it had to be pancakes. He wasn't going to forsake free food however.

It could be worse. ]

Oh! These are quite delicious.

Heropa

[ He was a little surprised to see costumed heroes running around -- especially when it involved elaborate speeches every time they arrived. They might need help, he figured, watching them simply forget that they were in the midst of catching their criminal. He shakes his head, arms crossed, simply observing from afar.

He really should just keep walking. But he can't seem to stop the slight look of disgust on his face every time they mention justice.]

Heropa

[bindsthedead]

[Sabriel's more vocal in her exasperation. Especially when she realizes they're going through all this for a litterer.]

For Charter's sake, I understand wanting to keep your city clean, but this isn't the way to do it. Pick up litter, put up signs, make sure there are rubbish bins about. And a word of advice? If you must give a speech, give it after you've caught them. Although personally I've never seen the point in it.

[She gives the young man who doesn't seem happy with the proceedings a slightly apologetic look.]

Richard Hendricks | Silicon Valley

[compressions]

[Heropa]

[Richard is pretty firmly in camp 'ignore the crime', because it was a jaywalker. Who cares?

His big concern right now is with the outfits these guys were wearing. He thought being a hero would be cool, and this was a pretty harsh reminder of the costumes superheroes actually tended to have.]

Do I...do I have to dress like that? That's optional, right?

[De Chima]

[Richard came all the way over here as soon as he heard that it was this world's tech hub, and of course he'd show up during a tornado warning. He ran inside the most formidable looking building he could find, his hoodie soaking wet.

After being hit with a bunch of uncomfortable questions about his love life and underwear (all of which he answered with 'pass'), he started to poke around at the various gadgets people were holding.

He was asking questions like "Are you working on this? Do you have a startup? What OS is this?", clearly hoping to find some people who actually worked in the tech industry rather than just being tech enthusiasts. If he was going to be stuck here, it was never too early to get an in in the industry.

...Also, one-hundred percent of his friendships were made via a mutual interest in tech, so there was that, too.]

[Nonah]

[Why was everyone so concerned about his underwear? Was this an inside joke he wasn't in on? Did people in this world put a lot of thought into underwear?

Oh well. He'd gotten used to passing on these questions right now. Was he wasn't used to was being invited to a night club. A very snazzy looking nightclub inevitably filled with the exceptionally famous or rich or good looking.

If Erlich were here, he'd drag Richard into this club. On his own, however, this was very much not Richard's scene.]

That's nice of you, uh, no thanks. That's okay. I'm good.

[He puts his hands in the pockets of his hoodie and briskly walks away.]

[Wildcard]

[Choose your own adventure!]

HEROPA.

[bragnificent]

It's gotta be-- I mean, let's face it, no one's getting taken seriously if they're claiming to fight crime while dressed up like chorus girls, right? Besides, what would they even do, put a gun to our heads?

[ Basically Reggie, too, is pretty firmly in the camp of fuck those weird costumes, although he thinks this whole "hero" thing is also pretty far out there... not really his thing. ]

We can wear what we want, this is still America. Uh... well. At least I think it is.

[ Don't quote him on it, though... he's still new, himself. He also has a hoodie tied around his waist and no shirt on, so his opinions should maybe be taken a bit loosely overall. ]

MARA JADE(-Skywalker) | A Star War

[redhanding]

[ 2. De Chima ]

[ Staying on the bull was the easy part her. She'd often posed as a dancer for a reason, and her hair-trigger danger sense was always on point. Her hips often shifted at just the right angle, in just the right way. That wasn't the hard part. The hard part was... well... She may be an experienced Jedi Knight, but she was also a parent with no parents, trained killing machine, and...

She'd just died. Give her some slack. The bull was also...really good at spouting things off rather quickly. Things like: "Your son hates you," at the beginning, to: "Being hasty really did you well, huh?"

Her hands tighten on the bull, but she says nothing. At least that lightsaber on her belt is inactive, right? ]

[ 3. Maurtia Falls ]

[ It looks like Smuggling. Sounds like Smuggling. And if she had to guess? That's probably contraband in those "sandbags". Like this isn't even clever smuggling! If Talon Karrde got one look at this organization, he'd probably laugh his way all the way to the authorities, collect the reward money, start his own cartel. Jedi... weren't supposed to do that, were they?

Well, that didn't mean they couldn't "help". For old times sake. And maybe the prize credits -- money? Whatever it was. It would probably help out with a starter arsenal. She didn't need a pilot, something like this balloon? Rudimentary, but easy to figure out. ]

Hey! Want to split a shot at some credits?

[ She asked, sitting on the basket of one she'd "liberated" for that purpose. Yes, she was beckoning you over. ]

[ C. Wildcard! ]
[ Do whatever! ]

2

[carbonfrozen]

[Unlike Mara, Han is just not climbing on that bull. He's got enough problems without some mechanical bull bringing them up for the whole bar to hear, he'll do just fine with some shots of whatever they've got that's pretty damn close to Corellian rum. He's working on his third shot when he glances up to see Mara.

And maybe it's just the fact that Han's own son hates him, at the moment. But Han calls out:]

Hey, lady, I've got some shots over here with your name on them! [It's only when the words leave his mouth that he realizes that they might be taken the wrong way. Well. Kriff.]

heero yuy | gundam wing

[prussianblues]

HEROPA.

[ While everyone else seems mystified and even a little flabbergasted with the costumed crusaders delivering their speeches of truth and justice and whatever else, Heero is standing in front of an ATM machine outside a bank a little ways down the street from all the commotion. He'd been given the spiel of what he was doing here and what had been done to him in a sense and without yet having had a chance to really see if any of this proved to be true, he's decided to test it out for himself... with a little help from this ATM machine.

He's assuming the surveillance camera installed in the machine has already "malfunctioned" in a sense, given the little blip he felt initially when he seemed to want it to scramble. But it's when he places his hand atop the keypad on the machine that will really tell him if this is, in fact, not some bizarre joke and he stares to the machine for a good long moment before it finally dispenses bill after bill after bill to him... in exactly the amount he had (silently) asked for. ]

So it does work.

[ He mumbles the words to himself, seeming a little impressed as he rolls up the wad of bills and stuffs it inside his jacket pocket. At least, that's what he had planned to do before turning and bumping into someone, causing the wad to drop to the ground. Even as he grabs the cash off the ground, he's going to be giving whoever he bumped into a rather displeased look, stuffing the bills back inside his pocket. ]


from MAURTIA FALLS to DE CHIMA.

[ Much to the dismay of the one who let Heero operate a hot air balloon by himself, Heero is not headed in the direction given to deliver this "sand bag" attached to the side of the hot air balloon. Instead? He's off surveying everything below, looking in particular for a computer factory or something with a rather large mainframe that he can maybe access through these little perks that he's been given.

Does this mean he just stole a hot air balloon for himself? Well... it might. It depends on how you differentiate stole from borrowed.

But he doesn't even get to see if he can find what he's looking for because, Heero being Heero, he's flown himself right into the torrential downpours happening in De Chima currently and with those strong gusts of wind coming out of nowhere, well, this has now become one rather bumpy ride for the pilot. A bumpy ride that ends with him crash landing the hot air balloon right in the middle of the street, the fabric of the balloon itself getting tangled up in a couple overhead telephone wires and maybe a street lamp or two. Either way, there's a hot air balloon now laying in the middle of the street with one Heero Yuy crawling his way out from the basket in the pouring rain.

Well... that certainly didn't go as planned. ]


NONAH.

[ Heero's managed to seclude himself away from anyone and everyone badgering others with their mundane questions and is currently in the process of bandaging up his knee from a minor incident from earlier that he thought he could just walk off but looks like it might be better to actually tend to it finally. He's parked on a bench as he does all this, his communicator set out beside him and currently running through every app that the thing has for a particular one that he's asked it to search for while he fixes himself up but it seems like... he's not alone after all.

It's out of the corner of his eye that he catches a furry little hand reaching up to grab his communicator and just as he lunges for it, it's swiped off the bench... and in the hand of a monkey. This... was not what he had in mind for dealing with today and he just stares to the monkey who, you guessed it, stares right back. ]

Give that back.

[ He says this as if the monkey will actually listen to him (he's not an 'animal whisperer' unfortunately) and stares a little more when the monkey decides to pat the phone on its head... and then proceed to chew it a little. ...great. Nobody around would happen to have a banana on them, would they? ]


WILDCARD.

( Or find Heero somewhere else! )

HEROPA possibly another reply forthcoming

[hellrisen02]

Five second rule! [Duo's voice calls out from behind, the former pilot suddenly becoming visible as quick fingers plucked a stray bill up from the ground and slipped it into his pocket. He beams... down at Heero. He's taller. And older. And missing a significant couple feet of hair.]

Sucks for you, 01. That's a nifty trick you've learned, though- how much you experiment with it? Figure it all out yet?

[He may be older, maybe a little more laid-back, but he's the same chatty Duo.]

Cheryl Blossom | Riverdale

[abets]

De Chima

[Anyone with common sense might run into shelter from the rain but Cheryl was not known these days for her clear thinking. It's not as cold, she thinks, as being trapped under ice. She cannot drown like this and yet she feels suffocated all the same.

Still, eventually she gets tired of the wet and makes her way into the bar, wringing out her hair as she does so. Her mascara is running and her makeup is usually a mess from it's usually beautiful Cover Girl perefection but it can't be helped. She orders a drink and makes her way towards the mechanical bull, looking at it questioningly.]

Do people actually expect us to ride that?

Nonah

[Eventually Cheryl starts looking for things to lose herself in, anything to drown out the noise in her own head, anything that will make her feel less alone, and a club feels as good of a place to start as possible.

She'll be spending most of her time on the dance floors, trying to lose herself to the music. But eventually she makes her way off to the sides to catch her breath and maybe get something to do drink]

What would you recommend around here?

DE CHIMA.

[bragnificent]

[ Reggie, similarly, doesn't take the storm warnings as seriously as he probably should -- whether that's because they just don't really get tornadoes up in Riverdale, or because he doesn't seem to take much of anything seriously, it's hard to say -- but he has less of a tolerance for the pouring rain as Cheryl apparently did; he's already in the bar and a few drinks in by the time she makes it, but even tipsy, it's impossible not to recognize Cheryl Blossom. ]

I mean, that generally is the idea, yeah. But here-- at least have a drink first. [ He offers her one of his shots. ] You look like you could probably use it.

[ Which is nicer than saying you look like you just got dragged out from the bottom of a lake.

Maybe too soon for that, after all. ]

Diego 'Dio' Brando | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

[britishlizard]

Heropa

[ Is this theater or something? Certainly those rather... unique costumes look as if they belong on the stage. Either way it is disruptive. Diego is just trying to enjoy this delightful free cup of coffee a local shopkeeper insisted he take. The outdoor cafe is lovely, quiet, and perfectly relaxing in the early even. At least it WAS. Until the brightly clad youths started shouting across the street.

Clearly something had to be done. Someone had to encourage them to move along as they clearly weren't assisting with the mugging situation.

Diego had already used his 'Scary Monsters' ability earlier in the day to turn a few random squirrels and similar into tiny dinosaurs to act as extra ears and eyes for him. So he mentally reached out to them. Before long an assortment of chirping squawking Compsognathus are nipping at the heroes heels, bouncing around, and generally being a huge annoyance to them.

He chuckles in amusement as he takes another sip of his coffee. ]

Do they always have shows like this here?

De Chima

[ Help people fortify against the weather? With nothing to benefit him in the long run? Certainly nothing Diego has an interest in taking part in. Especially with how miserable the weather is making him feel. He's cold blooded, okay! Part reptile. Something like that. And it's rainy and cold and terrible out there and he's just collapsed bonelessly into a booth in the bar. ]

Why is the weather so dreadful here? Does the sun ever shine?

[ He does not have the energy for the bull. He does, however, have the energy to roll his eyes in it's direction. Also to order a coffee. In a bar. Because he's not a drinker but he is a caffeine addict. ]

Nonah

[ For once, Diego is expending his energy to benefit someone besides just himself. To help round up some animals. Because there's a reward and also animals for the most part are better then people.

And it's certainly easier to hunt down a few hidden critters when your senses have been increased beyond the norm. Which is why Diego is wandering around the park in his dinosaur form.

So uh, yeah. When you bump into the big electric blue raptor don't... be... alarmed. ]

heropa

[fistofthejoestar]

[for his part, Jonathan had already encountered the 'Birds of Prey' earlier in the morning; the unsuspecting litterer they'd tried to bring to justice had been on the path to the library. with a concerned (and slightly more capable) woman sprinting after the mugger at present, he feels justified in pausing to watch the spectacle with fond amusement. the pastries in the bag clutched in his hand aren't going anywhere, after all.

the voice from one of the nearby outside tables winds up catching his attention far more than the luckless heroes ever could. it's been over a year, but he'd know the sound anywhere; how could he not, when it was so close to the one he'd grown up alongside?

he's glad for practiced self-restraint keeping the surprise off of his face. unlike the other residents of his world (or similar worlds, in this case) there was really no neat way to broach the subject of Diego having been here before - and having known Jonathan. it was a fact best kept to himself until they'd reacquainted themselves a little better.

instead he just looks over and gives a soft laugh, the sound giving him a moment to force his mind back to the present and its absurdity.]

It's much more common than people think, yes. But I don't know if anyone can really complain when they don't need a ticket to spectate.

archie andrews | riverdale

[songwrite]

01. Heropa

For his part, Archie is pretty fascinated by the ridiculous display. He's been reading bright, colorful superhero comics since he can remember, and sure he's gone to see a decent percentage of the comic book movies now coming out in droves, but it's something else entirely to see it in person. Even if it is new made-up superheroes and not any that he knows. (Apparently those are running around too. Oh my god.)

So he, too, almost misses the mugger running away, at least until his victim starts yelling. To no apparent avail.

Archie spends a second staring between them (the five bird-like heroes, the man going red in the face shouting at them, and the rapidly retreating back of the mugger), but he barely entertains a single thought the entire time and he certainly doesn't plan or consider too deeply about what on earth he's doing when he takes off after the robber in a dead sprint and football-tackles him into the pavement. The criminal lays there, dazed and groaning after getting his face bounced off the street, and Archie scrambles to grab the knife he'd been using to menace civilians. Once he has it firmly in hand, his brain finally stumbles and catches up with him.

"Okay," he hovers awkwardly completely unsure of what he's gonna do when the guy gets back up, looking around. Everyone's used to this being a comic book world, right? So maybe someone will know (since the costumed heroes haven't quite finished their fancy introduction yet)... "uh, what am I supposed to do now?"

03. Maurtia Falls

So, things are weird. Everything's really weird. Pop culture is real and somebody gave him superpowers—him!—but Archie isn't one to turn down a loud, colorful distraction when it lands in his lap.

So here he is, at the balloon festival, decidedly not thinking too deeply about any of it—about where his dad is or where his friends are or any of the problems that had seemed so suffocating just the day before. And a hot air balloon ride sounds like fun, doesn't it? It's certainly not an experience he ever got in Riverdale. He signs up to go in a pair because it's a touch cheaper, leaning over the edge with both elbows balanced on the side of the basket so he can catch the first glimpse of whatever stranger they lead up to join him on a little trip around the sky.

04. Nonah

Being in a big city after growing up in a small town is exciting, and while all the attention and questions are a little uncomfortable at first, the embarrassment of it vanishes the second he realizes they'll usher him into a nightclub without checking his ID.

He spends most of the night getting free drinks from generous, excitable Natives (who also don't ask his age), and then dancing like the ridiculous drunk he is when he's too soused to to be properly embarrassed by his terrible technique and even worse habit of accidentally trodding on toes. So things are bizarre and unreal and alright a little scary, but who cares? Right now, certainly not Archie.

"I love this song!" He shouts helpfully at whoever is dancing next to him. Like, he's never heard this song before in his life, but by god does he love it.

05. Wildcard

Hit me with a prompt if those don't work for you!

Romantic hot air balloon date time

[crimeboy]

Actually, it was two cheapskate teenagers getting into a balloon basket together. This seemed super dangerous and also extremely cool, so of course Akira was down from the very minute he'd heard about it.

Seeing another teen in the basket, his curious expression lit up because this was a chance to make a new friend here, far from Japan and his criminal record(expunged though it might have been). He definitely looked like a nerd in comparison to this guy though, wearing large, plastic framed glasses and his old school uniform, all buttoned up properly.

Akira gave the stranger a smile and a wave with one hand, the other stuffed into his pocket as he got into the basket. "Ever been in one of these?" he asked, leaning into the other side. You're stuck with him now! Might as well get to know each other.

Charles Xavier | X-men Cinematic

[aberranthubris]

1. HEROPA
One could find the this canary spectacle quite amusing or perhaps exasperating, even adorable in some rare cases. Charles Xavier is neither one of those rare cases, nor is he amused. It worries him more than anything. Those who can should help, yes, but this is not helpful to anyone. Not the victim or the hero wannabes.

He doesn't approach the group, he doesn't catch the thief but one of the young heroes-to-be will find that they're chasing after the mugger before having their introductory piece finished. Through a running chase they catch the awful criminal and after her friends finally spin to action, they manage to bring back the stolen bag and then call the police while holding the mugger in custody.

Charles, however, hopes they will learn from their friend's example, even if she seems just as confused as her friends.

There is something awfully dangerous brewing under the surface of this spectacle. A hero craze, the glamour of being a Super without any of the awful nitty gritty details of the hero life, broken bones and torn up costumes, do-or-die situations, dedication, sacrifice, all that, that makes it real.

He sighs to himself and takes a sip of his coffee. He's sitting in a cafe at the other side of the street, frowning into his chosen beverage.

4. NONAH
Who would think this very ordinary looking man in a wheelchair - albeit a man with a little bit of a luscious mullet happening - would have anything to do with superheros? Charles is happy to escape the attention of the masses. He avoids being detected, to be honest, and he's very good at that.

But it's a nice day and there are good deeds to be done. Good deeds that involves a whole group of small creatures that fail to sit still or keep quiet for very long. (Seems like home, doesn't it?)

Charles sits in his chair, leaning forward perhaps a little precariously, as he faces a group of little critters on a park bench. "I want you all to try and calm down. Yes, that means you too. And once you have, I will have a treat for you." He holds out a piece of dried fruit to a small monkey now sitting peacefully on the bench.

"Good. What about the rest of you? There we go. You might not know it, but genetically we could be cousins. Family is all about respect, isn't it? And we respect each other."

1

[incogneto]

Erik is taking his lunch break, going to a nearby café to get a decent cup of coffee since he's feeling a little bit tired today. Maybe it's because all the construction he'd been doing lately, staying up late making sure all the outlets and piping was working properly. As a pet project, it wasn't too difficult, but for whatever reason it weighs heavily with him like nothing he does for it is quite satisfactory.

Maybe that's why he doesn't realize Charles is sitting at a table, as he breezes in and orders his coffee and something to eat. He stops, dead in his tracks, lunch in his hands.

"You know," he says, making his way over and dropping himself into the seat opposite Charles on the tiny table, "Usually you let me know when you're back in town." He unwraps his sandwich, and offers the first bite to Charles, since he looks equally tired and just as distracted.

Rita Repulsa | Power Rangers 2017 movie

[originalgolddigger]

Heropa

[ People giving out free drinks and snacks? My what a lovely city! Perhaps she won't attempt to destroy it in a fit of rage. They even had those wonder human treats, donuts. Of which she was currently partaking of one. ]

It is not Krispy Kreme but it is acceptable-

[ She is no longer partaking of her donut. The mugger that was running from the brightly clothed youths has bumped into her, causing the pastry to soar and fall frosting down on the pavement. She didn't even hesitate as she swung her staff at his feet, knocking him face down on the ground. A split second later and the butt of her weapon pressed against his back preventing him from getting up and escaping. ]

You'll regret that.

[ Someone might need to save the mugger. ]

Maurtia Falls

[ Rita has no desire to help an smugglers smuggle, no matter how amazing the prize. If she wants something she's the type to just take it. She is, however, interested in the aerial view.

She could do without the chatty tour guide though. He would simply not stop blathering on! They hadn't even taken off yet.

Safe to say a few moments past and the guide is flying out of the basket after getting tossed by the irritable lady. She hops out, looking bored and none too concerned about any injuries she might have inflicted on the poor guy (bumps and bruises mostly!) ]

Wildcard

Want me to make something specific to you? Just let me know!

Maurtia Falls

[devoutish]

Not going up, then?

[Standing nearby, Alfie had seen the entire scene, and he's looking a little amused.]

Eda | Black Lagoon

[nuns4money]

01: Heropa This is fucking ridiculous. [This is a 'official' meet and greet with the natives of this city, some have powers but aren't registered with the government. (Which Eda is sort of jealous of, because these people have freedoms she doesn't.) It doesn't mean she can't roll her eyes at them at their embarrassing showboating and tacky as hell costumes. And of course it would get in their way when the teenagers actually have to do their jobs. This shit is why being a hero should not be a hobby. She's not stopping the criminal though. What? She's not getting paid for it.] 02: De Chima [For all the dressing down Eda does every-time she visits a town or a city (she only wears her costume during missions, overly shiny and tight grey-blue bodysuit with her various gun holsters and her 'visor' made to look like her omnipresent sunshades) people still recognize her as a 'imPort', whatever that is. She used to enjoy the attention, now she just finds it to be dull as hell now. There was a tornado warning for the town and the people are surprisingly chill about it, they are even so bold to have nickel shot nights. Normally Eda would love that but thanks to her new powers, she would drain the bar dry before she even gets drunk. (And she doesn't like that fuckin' Freudian mechanical bull, she don't trust that thing.) So she's tasked herself with helping the residents get ready for the twister that's coming. Because is a imPort and the fact she's helping them safeguard their house, she may or may not know where all the residents precious, valuable things are... while working on a house with a fellow imPort, she whispers in the other's ear:] If you help me take some of their shit, you can get fifty percent of the cut.

01

[devoutish]

[No, this is hilarious. Alfie's having a grand old time watching all of this go down, and he's definitely not stepping in to stop the mugger, either.]

What do you think? Will they learn from this?

Emperor Palpatine / Darth Sidious | Star Wars

[emperor_of_the_darkness]

HEROPA

[The old man in hooded robes as dark as the void of space seems to raise out of the shadows from a near alleyway and blocks the path of the fleeing thief with surprising speed. Said thief takes one look at the face under the hood and comes to screeching halt as if he were paralyzed by the slight. His face froze in wide-eye horror and mouth stuck in scream that will not come out. He will stay like that even as the neophyte crimefighters come to apprehend him a few minutes later.

The man in black then calmly proceeds to walk away, seeming now so terribly bent and frail as he leans upon his twisted cane. His presence seemly invisible to usually overly-curious natives of the city as they stroll past him without a glace. But other imports can see him alright and if they have sense for it, can feel the ominous aura radiating off him. It is a signal calling out for all those wise in the ways of the Dark.]

DE CHIMA

[The old man in black is out in storm, assuring panicked citizens that there is nothing to fear. That he who was a Senator, a Chancellor and now an Emperor will take care of things so just go back to your homes and businesses and not worrying about a thing.

And eerily enough, it works. They march back to their homes with calmed faces and mechanical walks. Dare you approach him in this downpour that doesn't seem to bother him in the least?]

Bless you. Heropa!

[prophesiedone]

[The moment he appears, he knows. Anakin cannot help but move to him, drawn to him helplessly. His Master has arrived and he must go to him. He travels as fast as he is able, sometimes breaking into a run, but as he comes closer, he slows his steps and regulates his breathing. It won't do for Palpatine to see him frantic or desperate.]

Master. [He gracefully kneels before the Sith Lord, wondering at the implications of Palpatine's arrival. Anakin has promised Luke to change what went wrong; to right what faltered in the Empire. The mistakes begin with Sidious. He must learn how to stop death and then he will kill his Master. As Emperor, he will bring about the galaxy he envisioned - one that is peaceful and safe for his family. For everyone.]

Galen Marek | Star Wars (Legends/The Force Unleashed)

[darthgarystu]

Heropa

...what?

[ He hadn't exactly enjoyed the privileges of a normal life in the first place - being abducted, raised and betrayed by one of the most feared Sith in the galaxy hadn't really left much time for niceties.

Which is probably why the apprentice studies the band of bird-themed vigilantes with a blank stare for a few moments, and then, when they're about a third of the way through their speech, he knocks them over with a concentrated blast of force energy. ]

Weak prey. No sense in making a mess by killing you. Now go home.

[ He shakes his head wearily, eyes rolling a touch as he pulls the hood of his robe back over himself. No need to complicate matters with unwanted attention.

If only he realized that blasting people with telekinesis and walking away in a hooded robe wasn't a regular occurence on this planet. ]

Nonah

[ Reconnaissance. It wasn't one of his stronger suits, usually something he left to PROXY or his pilots (he swallows hard, repressing the sting of guilt as Juno comes to mind), or one of the Empire's countless spies. But he was capable of it, when necessary. Which is why he goes boots on the ground, no charging around with his powers. He observes in silence, taking side streets and back alleys while collecting his thoughts.

The wrecked state of the city streets gives him mixed feelings that he's much too weary to article. The destruction reminds him of his own abilities, and the state he leaves sites in - rebel strongholds that hadn't defended themselves well enough, Jedi hideouts, or even Imperial locales that had failed their masters. But then he remembers what were meant to be his final moments, resisting the Emperor and abandoning the destruction they shaped him to perform. In the murky storm of memories, his own name echoes like an alien artifact, calling to him and baffling him in equal measure.

He exhales in exasperation, the sound coming out like a snarl. His fists clench and unclench in a poor attempt at keeping himself composed and his pace down the street quickens, looking hopelessly for elsewhere to go. ]

Myrcella Baratheon • Game of Thrones

[golder]

I. HEROPA
( There's a sensory overload in merely existing in this place. The colours, the noise, the metal monsters careening down roads rather than carriages—and to compensate, she forces herself to close her eyes, count to ten and indulge in being heartily annoyed at how frizzy this humidity has rendered her hair. When Myrcella's green eyes open again to take in the sights again, it's just slightly less overwhelming before. Primarily because she is mentally stamping out the hysteria attempting to well in her.

It smells unpleasant here, differently from when the wind blew in off Blackwater Bay. But nevertheless disgusting.

She takes a walk, trying to find quieter pockets of town, and even gets to admire clothing in one of the shops she passes by. Only for that one, lone scrap of peace to be snatched away from her by the sound of shouting. Common sense would dictate she not investigate, but she cannot ignore the possibility that someone may be in distress. Though the manner of distress is entirely flabbergasting when she rounds a corner to see a woman yelling at several brightly-clad individuals.

The thief is long gone, and still the trio spouts nonsense about who they are and what they intend. Myrcella moves to stand behind them, effecting as stern and fierce a look as she might. )

Are you certain you are not mummers? You should be ashamed of yourselves! Either assist this lady at once, or I shall report you to the city guard.

II. DE CHIMA
( This city dwarfs the other in size by far, and the humidity is still an ever-present annoyance. However, it is cooler here than it had been in Heropa, and rainier besides. By the time Myrcella finds her way into the bar, she is drenched from head to toe. She wrings the water from her hair, and moves to take a seat. However when she asks for a cup of mead, she is stunned by the bartender's reply that she is underage. )

Pardon me, but what else would there be to drink, then? Wine? Surely not the water! Mead has never harmed me since childhood, sir.

( The bartender rolls his eyes and curtly informs her again that she's too young to drink. The seems to elate a woman beside her, who turns to pepper her with questions. Pink is her favourite colour, she favours the open water and sailing, and her smallclothes are nobody's business, thank-you-very-much.

Should someone come to rescue her from this interview/interrogation, she will shoot them a grateful look. )

My thanks. Do you know what might be appropriate for someone nineteen summers old to drink here?

IV. NONAH
( Put off straight-away by the noise of the nightclubs and scandalous attire of their patrons, Myrcella prefers to explore a little. She has a healthy snack of yogurt and granola she's tried and found herself delighted by, and she enjoys little bites of it as she strolls through the city. The clatter of the metal monster which runs through the middle of the city is deafening, but that does not seem to bother the local wildlife.

In a bit of greenspace she finds that she is not the only one to cherish the distance from the hubbub and the sight of growing things. Little creatures which are larger than mice but more charming than rats scamper about. And one stands not far from her, sniffing the air delicately as it stands on its hind legs.

The sight is enough for her to let out a bubbly little laugh, and she plucks a handful of granola from her container and holds out the palm of her hand. )

Are you hungry, too, little one?

quietly screaming in heropa

[uncledad]

[Jaime is not of the city guard. Nor is he interested in playing the hero. Nor does he care to spend any great amount of time in Heropa. Working under contract for the ambassador of Maurtia Falls occasionally sees him elsewhere than that city, which means that he finds himself here on business, and not his own.

It is also business that does not involve any of the parties causing the commotion. The noise is loud enough that as he approaches from the east, Jaime is already considering diverting his course, lest he find himself somehow involved. When he is yet a good two blocks away, he finds himself involved anyways: the thief, fleeing with his head bent low, runs straight into Jaime.

It is instinct that makes Jaime grab hold of the man before he can flee. Their own brief argument does not last very long, nor does their scuffle. The thief drops the bag that he carries when Jaime twists his arm--his one good hand is strong enough that the thief yells in pain--and he's running off again just a few moments later, leaving Jaime to collect the abandoned bag.

Now that he has it, he might as well deliver it to the wronged party. It does him no good to keep it. All the same, Jaime is grimacing slightly as he comes around the corner of the alley, an expression which first deepens when he sees the costumed heroes--and then clears, as he sees Myrcella.

If Jaime were to confess that Myrcella is the last person in Westeros that he would expect to find here, it would not be entirely true. Certainly the Seven Kingdoms are full of girls both highborn and common that Jaime would never expect to see. The fact that his own blood is on that list speaks perhaps more of him than it does of Myrcella. He was never much interested in any child. A convenient disinterest, given how very Lannister all of Cersei's children look.

All the same, seeing Myrcella standing in this dim alleyway feels a little like being punched in the chest, and Jaime finds himself--as he so rarely is--at a loss for words. To his fortune, he is still holding the bag in his hand, and the woman soon spots him.

That's mine! she declares, with satisfaction, and shoulders past the costumed heroes to reclaim it. Her clear path will also make Jaime plain to Myrcella. She may not even recognize me. When did he last see her? Quite long ago, before he rode from King's Landing. When I had two hands, and was not wearing the strange garb of this country.]

Myrcella.

[--is about all he can manage, witless fool that he is. Give him a moment and he will surely recover, come up with something better.]

Steve Trevor | Wonder Woman (2017) SPOILERS IN WHITE TEXT

[mansplane]

[ Steve is getting tired of this whole "face certain death and then wake up somewhere completely impossible" thing. The Porter attendants are quick to push him out the door when it's clear his injuries are non-fatal and rapidly healing, to boot; he can feel the burns on his face and chest closing up. It itches. A lot.

But the processing had been too quick to - well, process. The world they push him out into is much, much worse. Suddenly he feels abruptly sympathetic for Diana when he'd first taken her around London. The scenery is even more alien than the worst battlegrounds in Belgium, which had resembled walking on the moon what walking on the moon must feel like. This is beyond him. What he wouldn't give to have Diana with him to at be bewildered together with ...

Despite everything, Steve Trevor is still a resourceful guy. He flags down one of these weirdos offering him a free drink, turning the food down in favor of information instead. ]

Hey - look, can you tell me where I am? Not on another mystical island I'm guessing.

yells

[ektropes]

[ that voice is familiar, and though diana has been here long enough to understand that the porter can bring similar people from alternate worlds and realities, it still makes her heart leap into her throat. it's been a century, and she can still remember every detail of his face, the last look he'd given her, his gloved hands caressing her fingers.

she knows that it probably isn't him, but that phrase--'another mystical island'--is it really that likely that there's another man with his voice that's had a similar experience?

she drops the napkin she'd been using to hold her ice cream cone in a trash barrel, easing her way through the crowd toward him. she just.. wants to take a look, that's all. she's not getting her hopes up, because miracles of that kind simply don't happen and she knows that. one look can't hurt, though. --and then someone steps out of the way and..

it's him.

everything in her freezes up, all rational thought fleeing, white noise filling her ears. it's steve, exactly the way he'd looked the last time she'd seen him, and suddenly, her eyes are filling with tears. he's here and he's alive, and she'd never in a thousand years expected this. she takes a shaky step forward, then another, a hand reaching for him-- grabbing him, spinning him, and pulling him into a kiss that tastes of salt and vanilla. ]

Champion Urbosa | Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild

[zapphic]

02.

[ It's hard not to attract attention when you're eight feet or so of amazonian muscle, and the elegant garb and adornments of desert nobility. She regards the gathering crowd with curiosity. ]

Well, aren't you strange little Hylians? Have truly none of you seen a Gerudo before?

[ Her features are sharp and severe, but the warm tone of her voice implies good humor, even if her face doesn't entirely show it. She does not seem in the least to be put off by the attention, even when the questions become more familiar. ]

Underwear? Well, what do you think is under this skirt, hmm?

[ She throws back her head and laughs. Then it's time to pose for selfies with the natives. ]

04.

[ Nothing to see here, just an eight-foot-something woman casually walking down the sidewalk with two live but extremely displeased alligators slung over each shoulder. Like you do. ]

diana prince(ss of themyscira) | dceu

[chrestotes]

heropa;

[the teenagers in flashy costumes, appearing on street corners shouting their catchphrases may be a source of annoyance to some, a target for ridicule for others. they've nearly collided into pedestrians more than several times, have most likely caused more incidents than they've actually solved, and have, overall, been a significant disturbance to the peace. it might be understandable if someone decided to give them a good talking to.

but diana? she views them differently.

instead of a harsh glare or a stinging comment, she offers a smile to the group when she comes to a stop in front of them, as well as these words:]

You are very brave for defending this city.


nonah;

[compared to the dreary hideousness of london, this city practically overflowing with life.

even pausing every five seconds for a better look at her surroundings, diana cannot manage to take it all in. there is something new around every corner — another shop, another restaurant, a building that has music booming from its walls. vendors line the streets as well, selling all sorts of unfamiliar foods and drinks. she walks away from one with a creation that looks similar to ice cream, but isn't quite the same.

if a monkey happens to cross her path once or twice, she does not think much of it; that must just be part of life here.]

This treat is delightful, [she declares to whoever happens to fall in step next to her.] What do you call it?

[it's a snow cone, for the record.]


wildcard;

[got another scenario in mind? bring it! c: canon point is during the wonder woman film for the sake of the above prompts, but i'm also totally down for playing from a modern canon point]

Nonah

[zapphic]

[ The passerby in question looks like she may fit in better with Diana's home than this city. She's almost eight feet of solid muscle and shining armor over loose desert garb. She smells like ozone and sand. One of the escaped alligators is slung over her shoulder casually.

She turns when Diana speaks, and tips her head in her direction. The woman's features are severe, but her voice is warm enough. ]

I confess, I am entirely unfamiliar. My apologies. What is it? Cold, yes?

((Hi this is also pummelgranite's player. You want I should just toss the Bakerstreet comment over here?))

may | pokemon omega ruby/alpha sapphire

[dexnav]

one.

[ if there's anything that may can't stand, it's people being idle in times of danger. she can understand that there's a sort of glory in being a hero that you want to share in the world, but even she knows that there's a time and a place for everything. there are bad people around heropia that need to be properly dealt with, and no amount of mottos and poses is going to help with that.

with a disappointed pout on her face, she marches up to the group and puts her hands judgmentally on her hips. ]

You're kidding me, right? [ she looks pretty annoyed... ] I totally get that you're trying to be cool, but you're just making yourselves look like doofuses! If you really wanna be heroes, you gotta take action now! Don't hold anything back, you know?

[ the group looks like they're about to interject with a "but we need to let them know that we represent justice!", but she doesn't let them get past the "but". ]

Nope! No buts! If you need an example, just watch us. [ she retrieves a poke ball from her belt, tossing it into the air. ] C'mon, Blaziken!

[ and off they go, running away to chase the criminal. smell ya later, birds of prey. ]


four.

[ there are lots of cool things about heropia and its surrounding cities, but may still isn't quite used to being treated as a revered, full-fledged hero. sure, she got lots of people thanking her for things that she did in hoenn, but the way that she's treated here is bordering on hero worship by people that she doesn't even know. it's a little creepy, in her opinion.

it gets even creepier when people start swarming her and asking questions about what she's looking forward to, and suddenly she feels a bit shy. she can handle being on stage to perform in front of hundreds of people, but this? it's just stifling. ]

O-oh, uh... [ ??? who is this person. why are they getting into her personal space. this is uncomfortable, even for her. ] I guess I wanna see what kind of food you guys have around here! A lot of it seems pretty different from where I come from...

[ she's smiling, but the suddenness of the question has taken her a bit off-guard. there's actually lots of other things she's excited to discover, but food was just the first thing that popped into her mind.

she manages to get a look over in your direction, and her eyes are asking for backup. please help. ]

wildcard.

[ anything else you can think of! ]

4!!

[h2no]

[okay so his first instinct is to absolutely lose his goddamn mind at seeing the scamp around, but archie manages to suppress it when he catches the pleading look. doesn't look good on her, he hates it that the people are suffocating her. seems like paps are idiots in every universe.

archie isn't the tallest guy around, but he's certainly one of the strongest. he shoves through the crowd with relative ease.]

Oi! You wanna keep crowding around the scamp or are am I gonna have to kick all your as-- [no don't swear in front of her] --butts from here to the moon?!

[he flashes his Aqua Leader™ grin at may, then quickly picks her up and places her onto his shoulders.]

Hup!

Kate Kane/Batwoman | DC Comics

[warcolors]

Heropa

Kate found herself, for the first time in her life, transfixed by what she could only relate to some kind of trainwreck affect, as her mind played out potential disaster after disaster for these obviously terribly trained children.

"I'm really hoping this is some kind of performance art. Like a very expensively tailored flashmob."

[Or wildcard me]

[khajidont]

"Uh, no, sorry. This is one-hundred percent legit." Jaime beside her is watching with the same sense of slowly dawning horror, unable to help himself from imagining all of the terrible things that could happen to these dumb kids if they went after an actual supervillain. God, is this what he'd looked like to the League when he was first starting out? It's downright embarrassing.

He grimaces as he looks over at her and says, hopefully, "At least they're only stopping crimes that are, like, in the main square? They got a guy that accidentally bumped into another car while parallel parking earlier."

Barbara Gordon / Oracle | DC Comics (Preboot / Convergence)

[allscreening]

De Chima

She wasn't exactly impressed with the tattoo- definitely not a design she'd have picked, were she the type. It was easy to hide, though, and as soon as that was out of the way, as long as she didn't go out of her way to draw attention, people's glances skipped right past her easily enough- the thought that the quiet girl in the wheelchair might be anything more than she appeared not one that occurred to most people. Even if she would never be happy about why that was, for now, letting people underestimate her was probably her best bet right now, at least until she had a better understanding of this place, how she got here, and the new powers buzzing in her mind- a constant input of information broadcasted from electronics all around her.

She'd experimented a bit with some programming on a cheap tablet, and was so far pleased with her results. It was similar enough to what she could do when her mind and body had been invaded by Brainiac- communicating with computers in their own languages, letting her mind become the world's most immersive HDL. A Clocktower all her own, in a weird state of being where mental and digital melded together.

She'd need more than that, though- and more than the rental accommodations she'd been provided with upon arrival. She needed a real base of operations, and she needed it soon.

Network (Anonymous voice message, voice obviously synthesized. Username: O)

Any Gotham Knights fans out here?

voice;

[deadkord]

So, are you posting anonymously because you're ashamed to be a fan? Because I've gotta say, I wouldn't blame you.