I BELIEVE I CAN FLY (but i'm not sure how to get down)

[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?

They are, however, in the middle of some awfully hot weather, so some good samaritans have gained the approval of the government to close off a few of the streets for some good old-fashioned fun. They've equipped everyone who steps in with water guns of varying quality, and there's also access to water balloons, a slip n' slide, and more! Why don't you grab an ice cream cone, watch the festivities, and cool off? But you'd better be careful - there's always a munchkin or two here to spray any unsuspecting onlookers they may find.

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!

Should you manage to escape these reporters, however, you may find yourself swept up with the preparations being made for the 4th of July. Everywhere you look will be covered in the good ol' stars and stripes, the red, white and blue. Want flag shaped cakes? How about swimsuits covered in the American flag? Crocs? Nachos? Napkins? Glue-on nails? Flasks? You got it! While this may be the norm for some imPorts, non-American imPorts may find this display of pure American pride to be a little off-putting. Even so, they may find themselves face to face with one of the vendors, saying, "You're an imPort, right? Take one! You're an American now!"

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?

Despite the lack of gratitude that's in it for you, you may want to step in once you see a very, very sad supervillain wandering Maurtia Falls' streets. Dressed in a cape that appears to be a large swath of fabric purchased from a nearby sewing store, galaxy-themed leggings and no shirt is a man who runs right into your vicinity before striking a pose and yelling, "Everyone, stop before me and my wrath! I am Mister Mars, and provided you give me what I ask for, nobody needs to get hurt!"

At which point Mister Mars snatches an old woman's purse, loudly laughs in her face, and begins to float upwards. By the time he reaches the height of the tallest building in the area, he's beginning to look slightly panicked as he fails to really be able to move anywhere but up. Meanwhile, the old woman has begun shaking her cane at him and screaming quite an assortment of alarming expletives.

Maybe you should help one or the other out? If not, just lean back and enjoy the show.


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!

While imPort fever is always in the air, in Nonah, it's even hotter than ever! FanPort - the annual convention celebrating everything and anything to do with imPorts - is being hosted by Nonah this weekend, and the city's packed with people both attending and hoping in vain to buy a ticket off of a scalper. You'll see plenty of artists in the area, cosplayers, and a whole lot of merchandise for your fellow imPorts. There's nothing as appealing as meeting an imPort on their first day or week here, however, so any imPort that's visibly an imPort may find themselves swarmed with admirers, hoping for autographs and pictures - some artists may even want to draw them in hopes of getting them on the market early so they can make a bit of extra cash.

Not into the admirers? Try checking out some of the local businesses instead! To celebrate FanPort, many of them are offering free drinks, meals and goods to any imPorts that come their way - and the people there are even dressed like imPorts, to boot! It looks like escaping this event is awfully hard to do.

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Melanie | The Girl with all the Gifts

[fungirl]

DE CHIMA

There's a little girl in filthy clothes, but she seems more than eager to not just answer all questions, but is perhaps even more curious in return.

"My name is Melanie, and I'm eight years old. It's very nice to meet you. Yes, I like school. Don't you like school? My favorite subject is stories and biology."

Her smile is bright and her manners are impeccable. It's no wonder she has the cooing crowd wrapped around her finger so quickly. One of the onlookers (easily recognizable as a gossip blogger) wants to know her favorite animal. She thinks for a moment, before answering confidently, "Cats. They're very, very clever."

Another asks her what her favorite food is. Her smile turns the tiniest hint mischievous, and she answers again, just as confidently, "Oh, still cats."

NETWORK POST

[ When the feed cuts on, there's a young girl of about 8 looking into the camera. Her mouth and face are smeared with blood, like she's ripped out something's throat with her teeth. She peers into the camera, clearly moving the phone closer and further away. She seems delighted. ]

Hello? Hello everyone, please come in! Over!

[ She laughs like she has just made the best joke she's heard all week: she's bubbling over with childish glee. The feed cuts off.

When it comes back on her face is at least a little less bloody, it seems that she has done her best to wipe the blood onto her already filthy shirt. ]

Hello, Internet! This is the Internet! Miss Justineau told me that it was like the radio but also it has pictures and everyone can be on it at once.

My name is Melanie and I'm a second generation symbiosis between a person and Ophiocordyceps unilaterali. [ Each syllable enunciated proudly. ] I'm really alive and not a friggin abortion. Dr. Caldwell even said so. It's very nice to meet you and I just wanted to say that I'm only hungry sometimes, so it's OK if you want to be friends with me.

Over and out.

[ Despite the contents of the second broadcast, her genuine smile never falters. She doesn't stumble over any of the words, and does indeed sound like she's trying her best to be reassuring and friendly. Clearly this is a wholesome and trustworthy child. ]

Network

[bindsthedead]

[Continued from here

Sabriel smiles, noting the evasion- or possibly a joke?]

Have people here explained about the nature of this world, and our situation here?

[Still, it's easy to fall back into the role of a quasi-prefect, helping new people get oriented.]

BLUE OAK | Pokemon Sun/Moon

[halloflamer]

HEROPA

Blue did just move to a tropical paradise of a region, so the heat and sun is something he would have had to deal with anyway. But even then, he's from Kanto- he is not used to this kind of sunshine in addition to the sweltering humidity.

It's a good thing he's in possession of a Water-type Pokemon, then; Gyarados, huge and serpent-like dragon it is, hovers undulating over the ground, looking quite pleased with itself as little kids squirt it with their waterguns. They just better hope they don't get Hydro Pumped in return- this Gyarados is quite an active one.

"Hey, don't overdo it, you little brats!" Blue calls where he's sunbathing from atop its back, fanning himself with one hand, ice cream in the other. "It ain't called the "Atrocious" Pokemon for nothin'!"

DE CHIMA

Luckily for the reporters, Blue loves talking about himself. He soaks up the limelight like a tree soaks up the sun, flashing a wide smirk for the cameras as he fields yet another confused question about his Pokemon. "Yeah, that's right- they can shoot fire. Electricity and ice and beams of energy, too. There's even some that can summon weather, enter dreams, cause volcanoes- all sorts of stuff."

"Huh? Dangerous? Well of course not! That's what you got trainers for. And wild Pokemon leave people alone, mostly. There's really nothing to worry about."

"Me? Well, I'm a Champion of Kanto, of course! I'm like, basically the strongest trainer in the world! Hahaha!" Good thing there's no one around to call him out on that.

[d33tached]

[What possessed D33 to leave the safety of his home in favor of the crowded and, as it so happened to be, soaking wet streets of Heropa is beyond him - he's not a particularly jovial man, after all, and he really prefers to keep to himself, making the waterlogged festivities surrounding him all the more grating. And yet, here he is, ice cream cone in hand (because, really, who is he to reject a perfectly good, free ice cream cone?), milling about, trying to avoid the spray of water guns, and--

[Nearly running into a gigantic water dragon???

[His mouth drops open in spite of himself and, without quite realizing he's even speaking, he hears his own surprised voice asking:]

What in the world is that thing?

mae borowski • night in the woods

[bassackwards]

ACTION Δ somewhere in heropa probably but honestly time and space are meaningless

[ It's hot as balls today (that's an official scientific measurement), and Mae has taken refuge inside the nearest convenience store to escape the merciless scorching gaze of the day star. She'd already tried scrounging up change off the sidewalk, but that didn't do much except burn her hands. Apparently metal gets hot or something? Point is, she needs a drink and she needs a snack and she has zero dollars and five cents to her name. Shoplifting is a victimless crime, right?

She likes the pointy corn chips. She likes to wear them like little witch fingers.

Her hand hovers over them, but — no, those are loud, and more importantly probably can't fit in her pants. To the left, where the candy bars live. Sweet sweet life giving sugar. She glances over at the clerk. All clear. Time to... very slowly... reach for... the candy...

If anyone happens to look directly at her, she'll freeze, her thieving hand trembling and a candybar jammed halfway into her pocket as she makes direct eye contact. Does she really think she can't be seen if she's holding still? Yes, yes she absolutely does. ]

NETWORK POST Δ #deep

so hey is anyone else super weirded out by like
your home not existing here
your town not existing here
I mean what do you even do with that kind of info
it's enough to give someone an existential crisis
or maybe this is that crisis?
#makesuthink





aaaanywaaaaaaaay


ever noticed how golf is the only sport with a miniature version?
what's up with that???
OMG can you imagine miniature MMA
guys all beating the sweaty crap out of each other inside of like a giant musical clown head
all other sports are officially cancelled forever

ACTION Δ

[greggrulzok]

[ The cashier may not be able to see her, but someone else has spotted her. There's a blur of flailing arms as someone tackles her straight into the candy display. ]

MAE!

nill . dogs: bullets & carnage

[wingsit]

HEROPA help?;

[ good old fashioned fun is all well and good, and usually she'd be in complete support, but that was before she stepped into the burning abyss of hell's own circles. a.k.a this particular part of America. where the sun wants her in either puddle or char-grill form.

so instead of fun she's sitting in the slim shadow of a building, well within scope of everyone else's spare spray, intermittently shooting jets of water directly into her own face from a tiny handheld water gun that's going to need filling up fairly soon.

Help. ]

NONAH help;

[ the crowds are out in full today, and in one little corner of FanPort paradise there's a bit of extra bustle in the centre of which can be found Obvious ImPort: Angelic Lolidoll edition.

this is... a lot of attention. she's used to attention but this is really quite a lot of attention. a lot a lot. and it's crowded and she's not quite sure where she's supposed to go to get away from all these people and her little wings are vibrating like she's some kind of hummingbird but really it's just the aftershocks of her frantic attempts to silently communicate with the hordes around her to get them to maybe think about going away/assure them she's not trying to be rude she just doesn't have the physical capacity to use her words and the whole endeavour looks pretty useless and oh my God? oh her God. help. help??? ]


NETWORK POST also help;

HELP??? HELP

[hardedged]

[ help is on the way, but in the form of a grumpy asshole. sorry, nill. jessica jones is also walking through nonah, and instead of trying to silently communicate, she's a bit more vocal. ]

Move it, assholes.

[ one of the passersby bumps into her shoulder, and jess shoves back with a scoff. suddenly, she's face to face with a young stranger with wings. huh. her eyes widen. ]

Hey. You alright?

[flightforfreedom]

01. Heropa

[Someone has given Poe a watergun, and Poe - without bothering to be too concerned about why he has been given fake weaponry in an alien city, and told to shoot random pedestrians with water - has taken to his task with a gusto. The fact that the top of his bright orange flight jacket is tied around his waist, and his brand new tattoo is nice and visible on his arm might be why he has manage to enlist a band of children into his 'platoon' and may be ambushing unlucky citizens who happen to turn the corner.

He raises a finger to his lips - a thankfully universal code for 'quiet' - and the troop of them wait until just the right moment before jumping out of the shadows and screaming 'FOR THE RESISTANCE' as they spray everyone in range.

This may result in a far-too-pleased-with-himself Poe, grinning from ear to ear.]

Sorry Bud, looks like we've won this one.



04. Nonah

[Poe has somehow managed to get himself a small crowd, and is all too happy to regale them with stories of a giant egg and other misadventures, none of which are at all important and all of which are missing any particularly sensitive details, but are more than enough to entertain the throng. Someone's even managed to smuggle him a decent drink in a paper bag, and after giving it a good sniff, he has been politely pretending to enjoy it.]

- Suddenly a second one appeared, and boy was it massive, and they started fighting, so in the confusion I - Hey, hey now, my nose isn't that big. There you go. Much better.

1

[carbonfrozen]

[And that's when Han comes tearing out of the nearby alleyway, yelling and spraying his water gun at people. The kids shriek and laugh, clearly having the time of their lives even though they were just ambushed by a screaming madman with a water gun.

He skids to a stop near Poe, holds the water gun at his head.]

I'd beg to differ, buddy. [Underneath: we need to talk. Or at least he's trying his damnedest to get that sentiment across, glancing briefly at the kids as if he'd really rather not have them or anybody else around for the moment.]

Steve Rogers | MCU

[backin_theworld]

[De Chima]

Steve Rogers had been through a lot. Never one to shy away from challenges, this particular one seemed to be right out of a dream. Sort of. While the setting itself seemed familiar enough to his own world, the circumstances of “why” he was there was more than a bit baffling. Then again, he had been frozen in ice for 70 years so.. was this really that outrageous?

Yes, yes it was. Now he could really say he'd seen - and done - it all.

After arriving in the new world and being there for a good few days, things still didn't feel right, made worse by the up and coming holiday and the overboard of red, white and blue. He’d learned after waking up that it didn’t seem a day where people celebrated their freedom, rather the day off of work, or school and the metric tons of meat that people cooked up on their outdoor grills.

To make matters worse, he walked through De Chima that day with a duffel bag that held his uniform in one hand and his shield in the other. Making himself a target for those overzealous mobs which had Steve quickly searching an out.

Desperately.

[pottering]

Harry is still new to De Chima, and he hasn't gotten used to the crowds of excited imPort fans either, but he's at least got the previous year as a Triwizard Champion to draw from as far as the attention goes. Smile tightly and nod and keep moving, that's the best way. Luckily he's still new enough that he doesn't have much of a following, so it works for Harry, but it isn't working for the big guy three-deep in excited fans. He looks like he's ready to bolt, but doesn't know how to manage it.

Harry is trying to think of a way to help when he spots the shield through a gap in the people and stops dead, staring. He'd smuggled Dudley's comics as often as he could growing up, and he's already met Spider-Man here. He just hadn't expected Captain America to be in the middle of the crowd.

The shocked paralysis only lasts for a moment before he pulls his wand. "Expecto Patronum!" and a silver stag gallops in a circle around the crowd before soaring away as Harry hurriedly stuffs his wand away again and tries to look innocent. It's hopefully distracting enough to them that Steve will be able to get out, but just in case, Harry calls, "Run!" Which doesn't do much for his attempts to pretend he hadn't had anything to do with it, so maybe he'll be running too.

Etta Candy | Wonder Woman | may have spoilers

[useourprinciples]

[de chima]

[Honestly, between the reporters and the Fourth of July preparations, Etta's having a very rough go of it. The future is not all it's cracked up to be, she thinks sourly, and she's half-tempted to turn down the next flag-covered freebie thrust in her direction out of principle, or slap the next reporter who tracks her down and asks her what color her bloomers are.

Really, the nerve of some people. Who raised them, animals?

This resolve lasts for all of ten seconds before someone selling flag-covered cupcakes calls her over and offers her one for free. Etta stares down at the cupcake for a moment, as if debating with herself whether to take it or not, before she sighs and takes the cupcake. To the vendor's enthusiastic declaration that she's an American now, though, she replies:]

I'm English. [She nibbles at her cupcake, swallows.] But these cupcakes are quite good. They'd go better with a spot of tea, I think.

[nonah]

[Guess who hasn't bothered to change out of clothes visibly from the early 1900s and is pretty obviously an imPort? Yep, it's Etta.]

Oh, it's getting a wee bit crowded here—could you let me through, please, I do have other engagements I need to be getting on with, I can't stay around here very long—

[Let's be honest here, it's an engagement with some of the free foods being offered to imPorts in this city. One of the artists waves at her, asks if she can stand still a moment so he can draw her picture. Etta blinks at him, briefly surprised by the offer, before she huffs out a breath and tries to move through the crowd of fans in order to get to them.

It's a bit slow-going.]

Excuse me, pardon me—oh, sorry if I stepped on your toes—

de chima

[mansplane]

[ At least there's one friendly face among all these strangers. Steve's gotten himself reasonably more modern clothes by now, in the form of jeans and a decent shirt - mostly because what he came in was all but unsalvageable. Also, summer in a winter German uniform? Not comfortable.

Anyway. He's here looking at the vendors himself when he hears a familiar voice. Turns with a delighted grin, glad to see that his first impression wasn't wrong in the slightest. Man, he has missed her. Diana a little more maybe, but Etta too. ]

-- Etta? That you?

Johnny Cade | The Outsiders

[hoodorhero]

Heropa
[Given the weather, it might seem an odd sight to see Johnny still clad in his thick denim jacket and blue jeans, what with the company around him donning tank tops, bathing suits, and, in some cases, not much at all. But, ever since arriving here, the heat just hasn't seemed to bother the boy or, he's noticed, affect him much at all. Surely, that must have something to do with one of the new powers (Powers! Can you believe it? Pretty tuff, huh?) that he has apparently be given.

[Heat resistance. Now, that might have come in handy a time or two while he was alive, and not just for cigarette burns. The thought brings out a somewhat bitter laugh from the boy, but he doesn't linger on it for very long.

[Now, what's even tougher than heat resistance? Lighting your smoke with a snap of a finger, that's what. He's only tested it out about a hundred and a half times now, but the neat little magic trick just doesn't seem to get old. Seating himself a fair distance away from the festivities surrounding him (water, he's found, he's not so fond of these days), Johnny pulls out a cancer stick, sets it between his lips, and pulls up a finger. He should be ready for what's to come next by now, but when the short little flame bursts upward from his fingertip, the boy still jumps. Then, with a giddy grin, he takes a drag, lays his back against the burning brick wall behind him, and lets it out with a contented sigh.]


De Chima
[At first, De Chima had seemed just the place for quiet little Johnny Cade - not as overstimulating as he'd found Heropa to be, at least. However, one turn down the wrong street and suddenly the little runt of a teenager was being swarmed by...reporters? "Fans"? All the poor kid knows is that one minute ago he was walking along peacefully, sucking on a cancer stick, and now he's being crowded by flashing cameras, excited shouts, and some highly personal - some would even say rude - questions.

['How does it feel to be a real superhero?'
'What are some of your new powers?'
'Have you ever had to kill anyone before?'
'Hey, imPort! How did you get all of those burns?'

[It doesn't take long for Johnny to start folding in on himself, arms instinctively raising to cover his face as he tries desperately to push his way out from the crowd.]

I-I don't know! I don't want--

J-just leave me alone-- !

[And with that and a loud 'oomph!', the poor boy falls back, landing hard on his backside and eventually curling up there on the ground to be taken over by the overzealous crowd.

[Help a greaser out?]


Network Post - Text

[It's taken Johnny quite a bit of time to work up the courage to actually post something on this so-called "network", especially given his lack of experience using anything akin to a smartphone. But, after a slew of what he'd consider to be quite traumatizing events (for example: enduring a slow and painful death only to be woken up and told that he is now going to be a superhero), the boy's nerves are all but shot. If it weren't for that, maybe he would have gone his entire life here not saying a word. But, unfortunately, the boy has needs, and some of them are pretty hard to meet if you never leave your house. So, not without an exceptional degree of hesitation, the boy's shaking hands finally manage to type out one feeble line:]

Does anyone know where I can get myself a cigarette?

heropa. LONG TIME NO TAG this sucks but forgive me

[greaser]

[ The whole situation has only served to make Dallas angrier than the norm. Seventeen years is long enough to see how unfair the world can be. You suck it up, fight it out, and you move on, but this situation is different. There should have been no moving on. There should have been nothing but an end.

Needless to say, he’s taken his discontent out on everyone else, picking a fight with anyone who dares to even look at him funny. At the moment, he has his elbow at the throat of a particularly patriotic fellow in shades, intent upon getting into some sort of scuffle when he catches sight of the brief glow of flames out of the corner of his eye.

He peers around the corner, the patriotic man makes a dash for it, and Dally doesn’t follow. He’s too shocked by what, or rather who he sees. ]

Kid?

[ It shouldn’t make sense. It doesn’t make sense, but neither does his own being here. May as well roll with it. ]

Johnnycake?

C.J. Cregg | The West Wing

[pressflamingo]

Heropa
To say the people have swarmed her is something of an understatement, but then she's hard to miss: tall, stately, and let's not forget the enormous pink flamingo wings she's been saddled with. Let's not forget those for a second. They're sure not easy to forget. CJ had of course done her best to shout when she'd realized what "power" she'd been given—who the hell do these people think they are, is this some kind of a joke because it isn't very damn funny in her opinion—but given the tolerant looks on the faces of the people who had been there to greet her and explain the situation, her reaction hadn't been at all unusual. Old hat, in fact. Annoying as hell.

Equally annoying is walking down the street when a gust of wind catches those wings and pulls her off-balance. And then as soon as she's managed to keep herself from falling by flapping her wings very hard, which is incredibly undignified, she's hosed down with very cold water. "Hey! Hey! Get back here!" This has no effect, and CJ huffs, scraping wet hair out of her face, wings now a little bedraggled with the damp feathers sagging. "I only look like a flamingo, I am not actually a wading bird! Is there, I don't know, a towel or something?"

De Chima
CJ is a professional. She's the White House Press Secretary, although apparently not in this White House, and she knows how to roll with things. She's only just gotten used to keeping the wings folded up at her back, never mind trying to fly with them, but even neatly folded, they're pretty obvious. They're huge. They're pink. They're attracting attention from people with cameras and questions. Good thing she's spent a lot of time these last few years facing down people with cameras and questions.

"I don't see that it's relevant at this time, but if I get more information on that, you'll be the first to know, Conrad. Okay, that's enough for now, folks, thanks for coming out." Maybe the Press Secretary Voice will make them back off?

She's also adept at stepping in and redirecting groups of people with cameras and questions, and if she sees any frantic-looking imPorts surrounded at all times, maybe she can put those wings to good use to push her way through the crowd and become their impromptu spokesperson.

Wild Card
[CJ can be in Maurtia Falls or Nonah too, and I can match brackets or prose, whatever you like!]

De Chima

[viced]

Mitchell Hundred, Senator, knows what a press secretary sounds like. Mitchell Hundred, former Vice-President also had one at one point, and his head actually lifted from the cafe he was sitting at, and his head whipped around. It was like he was a bloodhound for politics, and he'd just caught a whiff of it.

As luck would have it, she was definitely side stepping in his direction, and Mitchell waved at her from the outdoor cafe when she came close enough, and then he made a motion for her to come closer, fingers curling in a gesture.

"That was masterful," he said, a little in awe. "I don't think I've seen anyone do something like that better in my life."

Well, maybe Candy, but he wasn't going to screw the pooch in one second, and that might just be fondness for people back home.

Diana Prince • Wonder Woman • Spoilers possible

[hellene]

I. De Chima
No, I'm not American. I said I know an American. That's not—

( Sigh. Throughout the day, Diana has been pelted with questions, bombarded by flashing lights and squealing children, and red, white and blue everything. This isn't simply exhausting but overkill in her best estimation. There's loving your country and then loving your country. She's accumulated an armful of star-spangled paraphernalia which she hands out to the delight of the children who seem to follow her as she wanders around, dark eyes keenly scanning the crowd.

Maybe she should've started in Heropa after all. At least it had a beach and climate a little similar to what she'd grown up with. A shadow of Themyscira's beauty, of course, but still.

Eventually, she gets tired of the questions, and the next camera to be aimed her way is met with a loud clang as she holds up her shield to block herself from being the subject of any further curiosity. )

That's enough. No more. ( A beat, and she sighs. ) Please.

[mansplane]

[ It's her. It's really her. He'd recognized her voice instantly, but hadn't dared to let himself hope until he'd managed to get through the crowd of admirers a bit, to see her face for himself. Yes, it's Diana. Or the world is playing a very cruel trick on him - possible, alas.

He decides not to listen to the part of himself saying this is probably a dream. Or a trick. Hadn't that kid said her showing up would be most likely within the first few months? And here she is, one month later.

Focus, Steve. Don't just stare. He manages to nudge his way past the worst of the crowd, coming up just behind her. ]

Which American was that? Should I be jealous?

Andy Moss | Original Character

[briteside]

NONAH;

[The idea of other worlds is, well...it's not unheard of, but it's certainly unusual to experience as reality. Andy's wandered about, head a whirring thing, mixed interest in the technology and magic of this world, and whether or not it has a Father Winter of some sort. A bearded man in red who would be the only one to know his crimes...would that pass worlds? Could he be so lucky?

He's about in a dark suit of sorts, with boots and feathers on the shoulders. It's a truly Western ordeal, and despite the color and weight, he doesn't show a sign that any heat bothers him. Just the opposite! Pictures and autographs are something he's familiar with. So he's quick to latch onto that sense of home and goes through the processes with a winning smile that lets it be known this isn't his first rodeo.]

Andrew, yes. You can call me Andy. [A wink, a blush from the crowd around him.] Ah — ah, a hero? Oh. They called me Brightside back home, when I'm on stage. Stage? Yes, yes, I sing! Hope to get the chance to here...


MAURTIA FALLS;

[He's watched. From a safe distance. Which means it happens before he can step in, if he even would have. Now the villain floats like he stole some Fizzy Lifting Drink, and Andy leans over to the person nearest him.]

He'll really be Mister Mars at this rate.

[In a few lightyears if he makes it through the burny airless space but you know.]


[wildcard is also acceptable]

Re: Andy Moss | Original Character

[d33tached]

[D33 has also been watching, and not without an air of confusion and a furrowed brow. Even as he's addressed by the man next to him, he can't seem to pull his eyes away.]

Do you think he intended for this to happen...?

Melkor (Morgoth) | The Silmarillion

[belegurth]

nonah.

[He remembered going to an event like this before though it had been centuries for him since then. He spent most of his time walking about to see if he recognized anyone- especially anyone who remembered that undead army he had raised once. He stands out in the crowd, taller than anyone around him wearing black robes and a heavy crown. His hands are black, almost charred looking but that didn't seem to bother him.

Melkor will still stop for admirers, there is nothing that feeds his ego more than admiration and awe. Not many appreciated him or what he could do in Arda, it was a source of constant frustration with his father and then his siblings. They never understood, they never would. But now people here looked up at him with such wonder and awe, he soaked it all up.

He decides to do an impromptu story time about how he got his black hands and the shiny jewels set in his crown. It's a dramatic story that he tells with sweeping gestures- a daring jewelry heist of sacred gems, some Tree vandalism which ended in riding a giant spider. There are some details he glossed over like the part where he murdered lots of elves or how the spider turned on him but it's still a pretty cool story.]

[bindsthedead]

[Someone's watching. Sabriel stands out more for her unnatural pallor than her height, but she's not bothering to hide her presence, or her disdain- but she is paying attention.]

katsuki yuuri | yuri!!! on ice

[wonts]

ｄｅ ｃｈｉｍａ / ａｎｙｗｈｅｒｅ

[ Paparazzi is something he's very familiar with, but like this... Yuuri feels a little claustrophobic being so pressed with questions before he can even think, especially ones he's not exactly sure how to answer. Besides still trying to get a grasp on where he is and why, he's spent too much time traveling between cities to explore. It's not as if this is his first time in the United States, but the circumstances are a little too complicated to fully understand. He hasn't actually worked up the nerve to ask anyone after they'd sent him on his way with a folder of minimal information; he hasn't looked at that either. Instead, somehow, he's found himself in the middle of a swarm of reporters, and he feels like the ground is going to swallow him up, the warm flush of heat from anxiety rather than embarrassment creeping up into his neck.

He takes a step back --

( as if he's paying attention to where he's going )

-- and he trips over his own feet, legs flipping gracefully out from under him so that he's falling onto his back. What's worse is that no one stops filming or taking pictures, practically blinded by one who gets too close to his face, and Yuuri already knows all of it's going on the internet. There's no way to escape it, a lot of his own failures posted like a reminder he could never run from, but he can try to run from this, dragging himself up on wobbly legs even as he bows out an apology. ]

Excuse me! I'm sorry! [ Ah... there's another picture of his face, someone asking him question about what he's going to do once he's settled, and really, it's now or never. If he doesn't flee, the likelihood of fainting is very high. Which, even given how anxious he feels, isn't something that happens on a normal basis; he's just too overwhelmed. So, Yuuri swallows down the apprehension, turns, and bolts in the opposite direction as he shouts out another apology behind him. He really hopes no one he knows sees any of that, but rather than help, the thought only makes his heart flip into his stomach. And as he runs, he feels sick for home and anyone familiar. The strange thing is that all those people hadn't asked him about the GPF or his plans for next season or anything related to skating whatsoever. Or maybe he'd blocked it all out?

It's possible. Just as it's very likely he's forgotten he's in the middle of a particularly crowded street and ends up slamming right into someone else. His glasses slide right off his face, and he ends up on the ground for a second time, too dizzy to do much beyond squeak out a soft apology. ]

ｎｅｔｗｏｒｋ

[ While scrolling through his Instagram feed or sometimes posting on social media doesn't leave him full of dread (most of the time), there's something intimidating about addressing everyone directly with what begins as entirely lame—or so Yuuri feels. ]

Hi! My name is Katsuki Yuuri, and I'm new here.

This might be strange to ask, but if you see something weird in the news about me, please ignore it. I'm so sorry if this inconveniences anyone.

[ His momentary trip to another city has left a permanent mark on his reputation, whatever it might (or might not) be here. ]

ｗｉｌｄｃａｒｄ
[ the random option in which i am open to absolutely anything. just pm or contact me @ overcasts if you'd like to plot something beforehand! ]

network

[bypasser]

Yuuri?

donna noble | doctor who

[oispaceman]

de chima

[ Pff.

Americans.

Donna takes to scoping out the holiday prepwork with dry amusement, for the most part. There's entertainment in the overkill, and she doesn't mind answering the occasional question besides. Very vibrant part of town. Someone gives her a little flag on a stick to wave around, which she eventually just shoves into her shirt pocket. ]

Not much need to ask for a map in these parts, is there? If someone was fresh in and lost, all you'd have to do is point 'em around the corner.


maurtia falls

[ Well. This is sure a thing that's happened. Cities with their ups and downs are a dime a dozen, given her lifestyle of choice, but Donna draws the line at pulling a stunt like that right in front of her. And she makes it very well known that this is where she draws the line. Like, hell yeah, old lady, give him the business! The nerve!

And when Donna just barely fails to catch him by the foot, she hops right onto the scolding train. Catch her at the scene of the crime: it isn't difficult by any means. Her voice carries. ]

Oi! You listen here, Mister Martian! [ SHE'LL GET HIS NAME RIGHT WHEN HE EARNS IT. ] If I don't see your feet touch back down in the next two minutes, I'll wallop you so hard they're only gonna be able to find you with a satellite! You'll have to learn to live on Mars by the time I'm done!

[ alternatively, uh. Catch her hanging halfway off a roof or out a window with an umbrella, trying to sort of reel this guy back in. What about any part of his plan could he have thought was good? Objectively. ]

Who tries flying off with someone's purse before he even learns how to come back down?!

[ Maybe she burst her way through your office at work or your living room to get here. Maybe you're of a like mind and have a superpower that would actually be useful in retrieving this criminal. Because let's be honest, the umbrella might not do the job. ]

alternatively,

[hardcut]

[ Arthur is not of a like mind about retrieving criminals - frankly it looks like this guy's made his own bed about consequences - but he'd been turning his head to seek out the loud shouting in a familiar accent (what even is an American, holy crap) when the source of said shouting made her way into a building.

Might as well. This is bound to be entertaining, at least. ]

Any luck snagging him?

[ Casual inquiry, as he leans one elbow on the divider of a cubicle near the window Donna's stretching out of. (Does he know what a cubicle is, no, does he care, even more no.) ]

A2 | NieR: Automata

[meaninglesscode]

HEROPA

[It's absolutely incredible when she sees the world open up before her. She's been in a trance ever since arriving, hyperaware of her surroundings and yet hardly a word comes out of her. She thinks it must be some kind of trick at first. A machine charade of some kind, a virus causing her to hallucinate, something more than what it seems to be. But no. This really is just a human city in a human country on a human-filled Earth. An echo of what the ruins in her own time might have once been.

And after disbelief, comes wide-eyed awe. She's quiet about it, but there's no mistaking her deer-in-the-headlights stare at everything around her once she's allowed out on her own. She follows where people go without trying to look like she's actually following anyone, switching targets once they look like they might be catching on. Eventually, she finds herself at a closed off area of the streets.

Someone is passing out some kind of brightly colored weapon to everyone, and A2 takes one, inspecting it. She realizes with some annoyance that surely Pod 042 would have spoken up by now to provide some unsolicited information about the object, and she quickly realizes she's more annoyed at the fact that she doesn't have him around to do it than she is at the idea of him actually doing it, which is just... absolutely infuriating. She glares at the bright green weapon and aims it at the floor, pulling the trigger.

...Water. Water comes out. At this revelation, someone tosses something at her, and a veritable bomb of water explodes on her chest. She flinches, almost moving on instinct to brandish her sword, her weapons summoning to float at her back automatically with the thought, and... this is idiotic. It's just water. What's the point of this?

The swords fade away again and now she's just glaring at every passerby that happens near, water gun forgotten in her hand. She's not going to be a part of this.

Feel free to notice a woman with visibly articulated shoulders and the grumpiest face imaginable. She's wearing what can only be an undershirt and panties and heavily ripped tights, revealing more articulation in her leg joints, and nothing else. She also happens to be covered with grease, grime, and dirt. She looks like a fucking mess and also like she has no desire to be here. Rope her into a water fight, maybe?]

DE CHIMA

["Ms. imPort! Ms. imPort! Your favorite food, please!"

A2 grimaces, feeling extremely confined in a crowd of pushy would-be interviewers.]

I don't eat.

["Why are you wearing only underwear?"]

Excuse me? I'm covered.

["What kind of guys are you interested in?"]

Wha... Why does it have to be a guy?

["Ooh! Are you interested in women?"]

Who cares!? Ugh, get out of my face!

[A2 pushes through the small crowd of people shoving outdated tech in her face, frustration reaching a boiling point. One particularly persistent phone camera follows after her a little too close and she rounds on them -- the one asking about her romantic interests -- swords appearing to float behind her back threateningly.

"Ms. imPort! Please, summarize your current love life!" they insist as they continue to shove their phone into her personal space. A2 looks like she's seconds from striking them, but opts to smack their hand away ever so slightly more gently than she may have. But her minuscule amount of patience is visibly wearing thin.]

Ask me again and I'll cut that damn hand off!

[Someone stop her before she does something she'll regret.]

NETWORK

[A2 absolutely refuses to connect to the network. She'll take what looks like an old-fashioned tablet over a direct connection, thanks. She doesn't know what could be lurking on this network, and after YoRHa was wiped out, she's not eager to look for a reason to contract a virus now.

She plays with it for a few minutes, until eventually, she opens a new post. Wow, typing manually is excruciating, she's quickly learning. What happened to just doing stuff in your head?]

i need someone to explain to me what kind of organization "the United States of America" is. in a way that actually makes sense.
now.

[Welp, guess we're going straight to outright demands, sure. She's really missing that Pod, everyone. Though she'll never admit it.]

De Chima

[itshilarious]

[ Upon his initial arrival, it had been complete awe... Wonder... Disbelief. His analytical functions had never been so active where he felt as if he couldn't keep up with his own processors. It's natural for someone as cerebrally-oriented as the Scanner Model, 9S to try and take in every little aspect in minimal time. Especially here. His own Pod can't even seem to catch up.

Buildings, tall and prosperous, completely in-tact and full of life. Human life. 9S had felt both fulfilled and terrified all the same. His past experiences were immediately placed on the back-burner, focus tied solely on those in front of him in favor of instantly pleasing each and every human he (unintentionally/intentionally) scanned.

And for some reason... For some strange, yet fascinating and incredible reason, they want him. 9S' programming calls for the instantaneous desire to please each and every one of them, to protect them and take pride in this new designation he has as a Registered Hero. In a world full of life and culture, the picture of a past Earth that he could only once fantasize over.

9S is overwhelmed, but he does not allow this to consume him. Overwhelmed feelings evolve to excitement. Desire to please turns to love for those who seem to adore him as fans.

Photographers crowd him, the flashing of cameras confusing and causing latency in his visual processors. 9S appears almost child-like and innocent when they crowd him.

"9S, 9S! Who designed your outfit?!" ]

U-um... It's... The standard uniform authorized for YoRHa Scanner models like myself?

[ "Who's your friend hovering beside you? Is that a pet? How cute!" ]

Huh.

This is--

[ 9S' partnering Pod gently hovers beside him, seemingly just as interested in this turn of events as he. ]

Initiating introductory prompt:

I am Tactical Support Pod 153. Partnered with YoRHa Unit: 9S for the purpose of guidance, proposals, and required maintenance

Right. That.

[ The questions keep coming, some of which having to do with how cute he is. But 9S isn't at all disappointed with the attention. He even meekly smiles to it, gauging their reactions and providing satisfactory answers that seem to increase the amount of pictures they take.

His gaze shifts, where he tries to address the other side of the crowd until his combat visor immediately picks up a familiar image. It locks on immediately, zooms in. And what he sees?

A2...

That cute demeanor? Instantly gone. 9S is freed completely of the virus that had made him far more irrational than normal, but in knowing that this paradise has room for her and not 2B? His pulse-rate spikes. Mood stabilizer stagnant. ]

You!

[ 9S points to A2, the photographers and reporters immediately turning their attention on her. It's as if 9S no longer cares about the attention, and instead is hell-bent on getting them as far away from her as possible.

They don't see the problem yet, and instantly start snapping photos. ]

Spooky Jones | The Young Protectors

[nicetouch]

HEROPA

Despite the Florida summer sun, Spooky wears a grin as easily as he wears his typical trench coat, hoodie and baseball cap.

Naturally, this earns him more than a few curious glances from people who've come to beat the heat and cool down. Maybe they find him suspicious (they wouldn't be the first), or maybe they feel hot just looking at him (they certainly wouldn't be the last).

In either case, Spooky does what any sensible person would do...and conjures a majestic manta ray from water. With a wave of his hands, the "water" creature slowly glides over the wide-eyed spectators. Children delightedly point at the spectacle, while older participants momentarily forget what they're doing and stare, slack-jawed, in awe.

"Hey!" he says with a laugh. "Get ready for a shower, everyone!" That's the only warning before the water comes pouring back onto the concrete, spraying onlookers with a refreshing burst of water. After a beat of stunned silence, a group of kids suddenly start clamoring for more. ("Do it again! Do it again!")

Spooky turns to the person closest to him with a cheeky smile. "Got any requests?"

NONAH

When he heard about the FanPort convention, Spooky just had to see for himself. He was not disappointed with the pure levels of geekery that greeted him. Costumes, merch and fan art? Of course, as a new arrival, there wasn't anything sporting Spooky's likeness. So, he did the next best thing and bought a bunch of books featuring Kyle, soon going off to an area near the dealer's room to browse through his goods.

Doujinshi in hand, he glances up and does a double-take of the imPort nearest to him. "Dude," Spooky says. "Have you seen these?"

SCREEE!! Heropa

[redhott]

"Uhmm..." Kyle's thinking long and hard about it with an arm draped over his best friend's shoulders. The excited kids are still giggling and miming the sweeping grandeur of the giant ray while the sidewalks slowly dry up around them. "How 'bout an orca?"

elizabeth midford → kuroshitsuji

[thesecutethings]

1. Heropa

[ The problem with being from Victorian England and dealing with its extremely modest dress for women is that...well, sometimes it just gets plain hot.

Though she maintains her dignity fairly well, the poor girl seems to be roasting in her dress.

Nonetheless, red-faced and overheated though she is, Lizzie isn't about to walk away from the gaggle of little girls crowding her, excitedly inquiring about the 'princess' that has apparently found her way into their midst. ]

2. More Heropa

[ Speaking of 4th of July swimsuits...

Lizzie looks absolutely scandalized at the clothing the women around her wear. Bikinis, shorts, tank tops... Her face is bright red for an entirely different reason now, and she has her hands over her eyes like it'll protect her from the ~shocking sight~.

There are legs on display everywhere! ]

L-ladies should be properly covered! Please clothe yourselves! Has someone taken your dresses? I'd be happy to help you find more...!

2

[bindsthedead]

It's the custom here. [Sabriel lays one hand on her shoulder. Both Ancelstierre and the Old Kingdom have differing modesty standards, but she's gotten used to how things are done here, even if she prefers to cover up.]

It's their way of dealing with the heat. You learn to ignore it after a while.

mad sweeney. american gods.

[buile]

DE CHIMA;

[ Oh the star-spangled debauchery of it all. Mad Sweeney's face is cat's arse sour as he leans in place and regards the gathering festivities from his lofty vantage point of 6'5". Between rough, yellowed fingertips is a quick-burning twist of cigarette, clearly the kind to nurse his smoke down to the very last pinch, and washes passersby with the smell of smoke, old and new. Once its finished, he stamps it into the dirt and sets off at a wander.

He pays for a cardboard tray full of nachos and cheese sauce with a single gold coin, and shovels it into his face with flashing incisors while the vendor puzzles on what kind of currency he's just been given. At one stage, Sweeney holds up the bottom half of a red, white and blue bikini, stretching it for his own amusement, but not quite in the spirit of the thing to let it go flying.

A vendor makes the mistake of offering out a hat from which two mini-flags are sprouting, urging him to take one, you're American now, and Sweeney immediately snarls; ] Fuck off afore I put a sparkler up your ass. Then you'll see some festive fuckin' fireworks.

NONAH;

[ The night starts off alright. He's quick to realise that the citizens are willing to give him free things for virtue of being an immigrant, which is a fucking change, and Mad Sweeney is disinclined to turn down offerings as a general rule. Find him knocking back a beer at a bar or throwing darts, wolfing down a small tray of sliders that was probably intended for more than one person, or kicked back and enjoying the attention from some locals at a music club when he asserts, not angrily, ] What's this fascination you all've got for what knickers a man wears?

[ But with a notoriously short temper and a deficit in diplomacy, Sweeney can be found in the middle of a swarm of locals, head and shoulders taller, neon light and streetlamps shining up the scene -- a cellphone taken and thrown to the ground, a man yelling, Sweeney yelling back. ]

--lucky I didn't make you fucking choke on it, you pissant bastard. Oi, you-- [ He brandishes a finger at someone else brave enough to have their phone raised and filming. ] Put that a-fucking-way or I'll beat you to kingdom come with the next fucker who tries it.

[ It breaks out into a fight, not long after. Smashed glass and spattered blood on the pavement, but for those keeping score, it may be the first time that Mad Sweeney's enjoyed himself since arriving. ]

nonah;

[hardcut]

[ Sounds of a fight are a hundred times more familiar than everything else going on - because what the fuck, exactly, is going on, Arthur has no idea - and he turns his head to watch this gigantic fellow start smashing teeth in. Not the worst form, but do you actually need form when you're that overpowering; probably not. ]

'Scuse me, [ says Arthur, stepping over a man out cold on the asphalt and then-- hi, hello, bending easily backwards to miss the reach of Sweeney's fist, letting him slam into somebody else-- ] you seem like an informed man, mind if I ask you if you know what those fucking things are that they're shoving in your face?

[ He was kitted out like anyone else upon arrival, but the struggle is real. Art's found a more appropriately modern jacket to throw over the rest of his clothes, but he's still very Ren Fair Aesthetic, sword and all. (Is he allowed to have the sword in public? Uh oh.) ]

Henry Mills | Once Upon a Time

[truestheart]

De Chima
[ Ever since he found himself is this world, he hadn't expected this. Not an alternate dimension of America with otherworldly visitors with super powers. Than again he comes from a world where fairy tales are real and he's related to like half of them.

However, he began to feel a bit pressed on when all these random strangers began grabbing him for pictures and asking him deeply personal questions. A couple of times being pulled into an interview or two. He figured he would've been fine to go out in public, he thought he might look the most normal looking of imPorts; but carrying a giant old looking book that reads "ONCE UPON A TIME" on the cover seemed to be a dead give away for them.

After what felt to be the third interview mauling, he tried to inch from the crowd looking a bit distressed at this point. ]

Really, I don't have a lot to say. I'm brand new and no! I'm not telling you who I'm dating. [ Someone save the fourteen year old from this media rabble. ]


Maurita Falls
[ Henry had been slightly taken aback by this entire display. Never has he ever heard a villain do this before. But, even by his world standards the villains were more bad news than comical. He ha been about to step in when the man grabbed the purse when the villain just started floating into the air. He's not exactly sure how to get him at this point when it began looking more and more like the other couldn't get down.

Henry frowns slowly leaning over to someone beside him. ]

Any ideas on HOW to get this guy down? I don't really think we should leave him up there.

Glenn Rhee | The Walking Dead

[deliveredpizzas]

((ooc: Just testing him out in the game. Also rusty as heck so bear with me!))

(i) HEROPA:

The city was so full of life. People enjoying themselves and having fun. Not needing to worry about when their next meal was going to be or if they were going to be torn to shreds by a shambling corpse.

Glenn shies away from the crowds as much as possible, preferring to stay out of the spotlight. He's here to observe more than anything else. What the government had told him a few days ago was still playing in Glenn's mind - why had they chosen him? What use could he be? He needed to be back home because there were people back there who depended upon him. They were family. No one here was. But until Glenn figured out how to get back home he was stuck here.

He was armed but wouldn't take out his weapon in the middle of a fun day. There were families around. Glenn was just concerned that someone out there had bad intentions. What if a few of the Saviours were here? Brought in like he was. Maybe Glenn was just being paranoid, or the heat was getting to him. Yeah, that had to be it.

Unfortunately for Glenn his thoughts distracted him from looking ahead. Well, more looking down in front of him. He stumbles, trips and then lands on the slip n' slide in front of the crowd he'd be trying to avoid for the past hour.

Good job, Glenn.


(ii) AT A BAR:

He's drinking. Out of a proper beer glass. Not out of a dusty, old (likely questionable) cheap bottle of beer in sight.

It's surreal.

Glenn still believes that all of this is a dream or he's dead and this is heaven. The latter seemed unlikely because when he dies, he turns. And if he turns, does the soul of the person remain? Is there even a heaven? He had never really been an overly religious guy but the apocalypse had made Glenn think about things. People still had faith and prayed - Hershel did. So did Maggie.

Trying not to think about his wife was difficult. Glenn lifts the glass to his lips to take a generous swig of the ice-cold beer, doing his best to shove aside any feelings of guilt. He was here and Maggie wasn't. No one from home was. God knows what shit they were going through right now. Were they looking for him? If they were then it would likely be a lost cause as Glenn wasn’t in the same fricking universe as him.

"Damn it..." Glenn mutters quietly to himself, rubbing at his face with his free hand.

At least he had the beer to keep him company.


(iii) NETWORK POST: Anonymous

If people die here do they come back?

[ Come back as walkers. The undead. Whatever terms anyone would use to describe the flesh eating monsters his world is full of. ]

They do in my world. But they're not exactly alive.


iv ((ooc: wildcard!!))

(i)

[wreckshavoc]

At first, things were a shock to her system but the longer she spent in the new surroundings, the more she decided to just go with things. If you can't beat them join them type of mentality. So, with an ice cream cone in hand, Veronica moved through the crowds of people, drawn towards an area of louder shouts and squeals. She found the louder things were, the more things were probably happening there.

She arrived just in time to see someone crash onto a well placed slip n slide. Not very well placed for him, though, judging by the look on his face. Poor guy. Since no one else seemed ready to help him, Veronica moved forward, careful to not slip herself to hold out a hand for him.

"Are you new here?" she asked, conversationally, "I am too. Just in time for blasts of heat and water games apparently." With a shake of her head, she added, "I'm Veronica. Veronica Lodge." She only hoped the name didn't mean much of anything to him because talking about her father ranked very low on her daily to do lists. "Did they tell you -- what all of this is about? It seems unbelievable, right? I wonder if we're on a secret reality show or something."

Veronica Lodge | Riverdale.

[wreckshavoc]

I. H E R O P A.

[ Scorching heat aside, leaving behind Riverdale for the time being relieved Veronica in every possible way. Her father coming home would change everything and she just didn't feel ready to deal with it yet. Then, there so happened to be the whole abilities aspect to contend with. Did they really expect her to believe she had 'powers'?

Did she walk into a bad Stephen King film or what?

When someone passed her a water gun, her lips curled up into a playful smirk. ]

Buy me an ice cream and maybe I won't shoot you here.

[ She held out the water gun in front of her in a 'menacing' way. Might as well go all out with the superhero theme. ]

II. D E C H I M E R A.

[ While she enjoyed traveling, she should have never decided to check into De Chima, Virginia if the mobs of people surrounding her were anything to go by. The hideous decorations didn't really help matters either and sure she loved a good celebration but this went over the line!

The crowd shouting at her and all the picture taking sent far too many flashbacks to when the authorities arrested her father and she froze on the spot, eyes wide.

Move. She needed to move!

Taking a breath, she tried to fight past the crowds and leave the blurring between the past and present behind her. ]

Please! Leave me alone. I'm new here and I still don't even know what's going on!

III. N E T W O R K P O S T.

[ Letting out a breath, Veronica decided she may as well start acclimating herself to the new residents she found herself apart of. It still didn't make much sense but there were a few things she always knew how to handle, regardless.

Putting a confident smile on her face, Veronica sat up straighter before she started up the connection to the network.

Never waiver; let them always think you are perfectly in control.

Wise words from her dear grandmother and ones she always tried to take to heart. ]

Can anyone tell me the best places to have fun around here? And does anyone need a dance partner? If so, I'm your girl.

IV. W I L D C A R D.

[ feel free to toss anything else at me. if anyone wants to plot beforehand, i'm at snowflakecrowns ]

DE CHIMA.

[bragnificent]

[ Reggie doesn't travel north of Heropa too often, but given how he's still relatively new himself, he does occasionally get wanderlust enough to explore the other convenient cities and get a breather from the suffocating Florida heat.

He's got a rocket pop in hand and is taking to the (however invasive) attention from flocking reporters quite happily, but a familiar voice distracts him from his question answering. Is that--? ]

Yo, Veronica! Is that y--?

[ He shoves past the reporters, grasping Veronica by the wrist so he can help pull her out from the worst of the crowd. ]

Whoa, it really is you. Hey, Ron!

cleo de nile | monster high

[fearlead]

H E R O P A

[ If there was one thing Cleo de Nile was fond of is people paying attention to her. She gingerly accepts the free drink from as she passes by a shop owner, only scowling at it once she's far enough away. Did they believe she wanted their silly drinks? Normies had no idea what good taste was and she was not about to subject herself to anything less then the best.

She eventually takes a seat at the local ice cream parlor, crossing her legs as she leaned back to watch the festivities. She hated she was dragged to this miserable place, the heat did remind her of her home back in Egypt. She sighs, looking at her nails, bored. Bored! She could be at the mall with her ghoul friends back home yet she was stuck here by herself! Without her friends, her boyfriend...

Her thoughts interrupted when a small child runs past and squirts her with a water gun. ]

Oh my ra! Don't you know who I am?

D E C H I M A

Of course I wouldn't mind talking to you!

[ She smiles politely, feigning interest in the normal "are you enjoying it here?" "Do you miss home? " while giving her best princess-like responses. It was when they started turning to asking her about her personal life she decided she was not enjoying the attention any more. She raises her head, walking away from the reports without a farewell, quickly snaking her way through the crowd.

It was when she ended up in the Fourth of July festivities she started to get overwhelmed. Crazy people decked out in red, white, and blue - and the nerve of them trying to get her to wear such a travesty. ]

You have got to be kidding me. [ She remarks, staring at a particularly terrifying pair of crocs. ] This is a fashion disaster! Who would even wear such a thing?

I'd never be caught undead in those.

W I L D C A R D

[Want to catch her anywhere? Leave a comment! I am open to everything! ]

Mickey Milkovich | Shameless

[gentrify]

A.] heropa (water gun nonsense);

[ mickey's already confusing and partly hostile introduction to this world clearly wasn't enough ton satisfy the fates on this good day. no, what it needed was toddlers screaming, large annoying crowds, too forward locals looking for a signature or a selfie, and this.

some fucking kids with waterguns soaking the back of his shirt as he stands in the middle of the festival area, and one more launching a water balloon towards his head. it's a bad sign when mickey catches it. ]

Do it again, bitch! [ mickey's whipped around, south chicago accent hard in his words, looking about like the thug he sounds like as he raises the balloon, ready to peg a kid in the face with it. ] Do it again and your booger picking little trigger fingers are gonna get chopped off and dropped in your mom's mail box!

B.] de chima (4th of july);

[ living as a south side criminal, mickey's learned that cameras and reporters are the perfect way to get yourself made, so as a general rule, he tends to steer clear of both. de chima is currently making that very fucking hard on him. he's already dodged three waving microphones in his face and asking him about what's under his jeans, the last one got a knee to the groin before mickey peeled off, dodging through crowds and American knick knack vendors to put some distance between them.

he's walking backwards, looking out for anyone following him, when he nearly rolls right over another local handing out american flags and patriotic top hats. one gets slapped onto mickey's head before he has a chance to proclaim a solid 'fuck you'. but wait, this might actually be good for him, come to think of it. ]

Woohoo, USA, yeah, fuck them Ruskies... [ mickey's drawling, voice dry, as he keeps his head down and tries to move past another reporter currently all up in another import's business. unfortunately, this doesn't seem to work, as the man turns to him and proclaims loudly - mickey milkovich, is it true you come from a russian crime family warring over chicago? welp, there goes his thrilling show of patriotism. doesn't mean he has to comply, so after a moment of a camera focused in on his pretty little super russian face, topped with his super american foam top hat, mickey grins, before headbutting the reporter. ]

No, it ain't. That's some damn lousy journalism there, Christ, get your facts and shit straight, asshat.

C.] maurtia falls (mister mars);

[ mickey was never really in the purse theft business, it's pretty small time and if he's going to jack something, it should be a little more impressive than out muscling someone's granny. then again, he really isn't the kind of neighborhood spider-man to go stopping this same sort of activity, so when what's his ass with the cape goes zooming by, mickey, munching on his slim jim equivalent, doesn't lift a pinkie in defense of old nana here.

lean back and enjoy the show it what he's more about at the moment, taking another bite out of his slim jim and cracking a smile at the supposed super-villain floating off into the sky. mickey snorts an obnoxious, loud laugh, glancing to the side at any other onlookers with brows raised, apparently loving this shit show right now. ]

Anyone start selling tickets to the Watch This Dumb Tool Die show yet?

D.] wildcard!!;

[ hit meeeee ]

c

[hostage]

Pretty sure we're all watching it for free.

[That's Jesse, who happens to be standing about a foot from Mickey. Like everyone else around, he's stopped to stare at the sky and the inept supervillain dangling overhead. He takes just a second to look directly at Mickey, lips twitching into a dark smile.]

Fifty bucks says he kills himself before a hero even gets to him.

Fiona Gallagher | Shameless (US) | idk what I'm doing kill me

[irishcarbomb]

heropa.

[ Coping through alcohol is an essential part of Fiona's genetic makeup. Messy hair, surviving out of sheer force of will, poor impulse control, and burying your problems under a bottle of beer. Cold preferred, but optional.

She isn't participating in the water gun fights or any of that, just hanging back in a cheap adirondack chair with a moderately chilled adults beverage and looking around. The kids screaming and having fun only makes her nervous. Florida is a long way from home, and while she definitely needs a vacation, this is a serious problem. ]

This can't be real. I've gotta tripping on something. You put some shit in my drink?

de chima.

I've been American the whole time. I'm from Chicago.

[ She wasn't much for rah-rah patriotism, but she is a fan of free shit. Some overexcited native just up and gave Fiona her bag, no questions asked, so she'll fill it to the top with one of everything. Multiples, if she can get away with it. Food? Clothes? imPort themed laundry detergent? Why the hell not.

She's more than happy to answer a bunch of easy questions in exchange for loot. Until, while opening the lid to take a sniff of a red, white and blue candle... ]

"My taste in romantic partners?" Fuckin' terrible, that's what my taste is.

[ The candle isn't, though. In the bag it goes. ]

wildcard.

[ Whatever! Stray random voicetesting in honor of the new season finally making Netflix. Which I haven't finished yet btw!! ]

de chima

[wetblankets]

[After stumbling across Mickey in the crowded streets of De Chima, Ian hadn't expected to see anyone else he knew. Least of all Fiona. There's the feeling of relief added to the mix just by knowing he's not alone here, but confusion, too. They hadn't come in together and that didn't make any fucking sense. Most of this place didn't, so it was looking like it'd be a running theme.]

It's our Gallagher genes. [He slides up beside her and picks up a candle, sniffing it delicately, teasing, before setting it back down.] We love what's no good for us.

[Brow raised, he bumps her shoulder gently to get her to face him.]

Shit, could've told me you were here. Sent a text, stopped by, wrote a fuckin' letter. [Ian's just giving her a hard time. There was no way to know either was around unless they saw one another or something went down on the network. It's his way of saying, yeah yeah I'm glad you're here but I wish I'd known sooner.]

Hans Gruber | Die Hard

[exceptionalthief]

02. De Chima

Being a non-American imPort and also harboring a good amount of anti-American sentiment, Hans finds the excessive patriotic display not only off-putting, but would even go so far as to call it revolting. That's Americans for you; tasteless as always. And being hounded by imPort enthusiasts who apparently have no respect for boundaries definitely does not help. Smile for the cameras? Not likely. Any photographic souvenirs are more apt to show him sporting a grimace at best, although he generally stops short of sneering openly. Currently he's staring in disgusted disbelief at a huge foam finger that some idiot pushed into his hands, debating whether or not to go to the trouble of finding a trash receptacle to throw it in, or just simply drop it on the street.

"'You want a finger?' I'll give you a finger," he mutters, mimicking the question after the fact.

04. Nonah

As there are only so many times Hans wants to answer the 'boxers or briefs?' question (hint: zero), he's quick to take advantage of the waived night club admittance fee, ducking into a convenient venue as yet another group of imPort fans can be seen heading in his direction (although luckily they hadn't spotted him just yet). Granted, there may be zealous types inside as well, but he intends to fully take advantage of the dimly lit ambiance and the built-in distraction of the stage show as he takes a seat at the more shadowy section of the bar, ordering a schnaps—oh pardon him— "Whiskey, if you please."

oh my god! also Nonah

[cleptes]

In Bela's experience the fans seemed to be more excited for newly arrived imPorts and not for those whom had been here for years - she's been here over two now. Not that she didn't mind getting less attention from the natives of course. The less people knew about Bela's out of work activities, the better.

Nonah's nightlife wasn't typically her port of call but she heard about free entry into a club so here Bela was. She heads straight for the bar after being let in at the door, settling herself upon the nearest available stool. "Scotch on the rocks, please."

Not her typical drink but it has been a day at work. Bela feels like she has earned something stronger for tonight.