dancing moms

[maskormods]

TEST DRIVE MEME

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

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

And remember to have fun!

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

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

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

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

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Bader | Vampire: The Masquerade - Bloodlines

[proteus]

Four.

[ It was late at night but with main street lit up by every store front and street lamp no one missed that car except some unfortunate kid that wanted to cross the road at the very worse possible. The front of the car didn't stop at the very last second, and time didn't stand still. No nothing romantic or especially dramatic happened when Bader dove in front of the car, taking the full impact with all several tons of turtle waxed Maserati coming down on her like the angry fist of god. Rolled over road with all the grace of an empty soda can punted over the blacktop it was a miracle she had prevented the kid in her arms safe from anything more than a few scrapes.

Limbs flailed as the poor kid snapped out of their shock and found the coordination to stand back up. The entire front of the car had caved in on with the same force as it had rammed into a street lamp, or something far more durable than the woman rolled onto her back on the street- groaning yet otherwise unharmed. ]

That's some serious Twilight shit!

[ Bader ignored the sudden surge of on lookers as she pushed herself back onto her shaken legs. Yeah, she was going to be feeling this for a while, or at least until the next night if she found a blood bank that took credit. ]

What the hell is a Twilight?

Misc.

[ Under the brightly colored playground set in the shape of a smiling dragon was hardly the coolest hideout for the vampire on the go after three in the morning, but Gangrels weren't picky. Or known to pick the cleanest places to wait out the last hours of night before the dawn broke and they slunk back to the holes. Masquerading as a wolf made her marginally more inconspicuous; the odd passerby would only see the opaque outline of a dog and think some mutt slipped its leash, and anyone who got wise to what she was she could outrun on all fours. No one would think to bother a dog even when the dull blue glow of the imPort tattoo half concealed by dirt matted fur broke the humming orange glow of poorly maintained street lamps. That was was Bader was betting on. The blood pooling at her feet was a bit of a red flag, though.

Squirrels and the stray duck she could nab by the artificial lake nearby kept her going when she didn't know if the Camarilla had some kind of foothold in Florida and a Prince with any rules about caitiffs hunting in the city. An unfortunately low flying mallard was crushed between her jaws and the blood licked clean before it could seep into the playground rubber mulch. Parks and rec might not be all too thrilled to find dead critters littering the rock climbing wall and swing sets, but Bader was willing to traumatize a few kids than risk the city streets. Once she liked clean waterfowl bones of blood and sinew then she had more pressing issues to address. Like how to ended up in the east coast apparently ten years into the future, and where to bum clothes of someone that didn't smell like pot and gun residue. ]

[ex_question191]

Twilight!

[ stiles repeats, rubbing at the long ashphalt graze down his arm, though he's stopped looking at the woman who saved him and is now looking dismally at the remains of his board. he'd literally just bought this, because it was super back to the future, right? skating on a hoverboard? but while the chick who just saved his life seems to have done more damage to the car than it did to her, his board is wrecked. ]

[ stiles sighs, looks down at the sticky smear of blood on his fingers, and then back at her. he feels light-headed, like the time he won the lacrosse state championships, still not really processing how close he'd come to death. his body is still processing all its injuries, but from the throbbing he's pretty sure he's gonna be black and blue tomorrow. ]

You know, the scene where the vampire blocks the car and— you know what? Never mind.

[ he's not gonna stand here and outline some b-grade movie. ]

It was cool, is the point I'm trying to make.

Blade Wolf | Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance (prompt #2)

[selfliberate]

[Blade Wolf is not used to all of this attention.

No, revision: he's used to attention and being noticed, but not this kind of attention. He has been the subject of human scrutiny before, but it was only with Sunny (and in some way, Raiden) that he's not the object of fear, anger, and other negative emotions humans have for his kind, or his appearance.

Children of all shapes and sizes are coming up to greet him, and even some of the adult humans as well, and he's feeling...

Unnerved.

Moreso when several of them think he has the mentality of a true dog, and raise their hands, expecting him to shake. Shaking is not something he likes to do, not when there are bad memories attached to it-- and there's only one person he'll ever indulge with this human quirk, and she's not here. It'd be easier if they take refusal well, but some are insistent. Not to mention there are a lot of them around him.

He steps back a little bit and looks all around, but doesn't see a clean way out of the crowd of children (and the occasional adult) without causing an incident.

...

... Help.]

[deadtective]

[Hazel is still honestly a bit unsettled by anything that appears really aggressively not natural, although beings of the metal kind aren't usually the sort giving her that feeling. her first and strongest instinct is to just steer clear, but...well, she's been forced to hang around unnatural folks long enough to prefer that they be allowed their own level of comfort.

so against her better judgement she's moseying into the crowd, eyes flicking uncertainly from person to person. she's never actually. tried to dissipate a group of really fixated people before, and isn't exactly sure how to go about it. should she make a scene herself? try and pull her arm off and wave it around like a traffic controller? or something more subtle??

subtle is probably better, all things considered. and so Hazel finds herself turning to the girl next to her and trying her utmost to sound casual as she vomits up the first thing that springs to mind]

Man, can you believe that Superman's signing autographs at the malt shop right now? You'd think he'd have something better to do.

[and, to her complete, surprise, it actually works. the girl sprints off as the news ripples gently through the group of people, all of them gradually following suit in a less hurried manner.

it leaves Hazel standing there, obviously startled at the efficiency of her own machinations, and probably looking more than a little stupid. her gaze flicks briefly down to Blade Wolf, as if she's asking him for confirmation that that really just happened.]

Metalhawk | Transformers IDW

[pacifistaggressive]

[3]

[This technology sure would be something, wouldn't it? Hovering cars, all the fancy LED lights, and advertisements as far as the eye can see! Well, it would be impressive if it weren't being judged by a giant alien robot--and if the giant alien robot wasn't 98 degrees of stick-in-the-mud. Metalhawk watched all the technology around him, rather curious at how this place managed to--

No wait, he'll say it.]

What is the point of putting wheels on something if it merely hovers anyway?

[Thanks, critic. But he won't go further into it, now seeing if there's anything that can help him explain just where and when he is. More emphasis on the where. When you're millions of years old, when isn't really a huge thing. It certainly had an Iaconic appearance, if anything shrunk down. That's his starting point, at least.

...

Now he just have to put the pieces together.]

[screenplays]

[ The fact that Metalhawk doesn't have a faction symbol would be a plus in his book if he actually kept a book that wasn't "LEAVE ME ALONE: ONE EX-SEEKER'S JOURNEY TO NOT DEAL WITH THIS SHIT". As it is, Thundercracker only means his comment as a passerby's casual response.

As much as a twenty three foot giant blue robot can be considered 'casual' anyway. ]

It's about appearance.

Scott McCall | Teen Wolf

[banded]

2.

[Perhaps the most confusing factor of getting a tattoo on his wrist is the fact that the tattoo is keeping. It's been about twelve hours, and as he sips awkwardly on his malt just outside of the malt shop, he finds himself checking to see if the same words are there. Registered Hero. There's no doubt about it: he's still holding on to it. Some part of him wonders if there's some way for it to go away, but he doesn't mind it terribly.

The tattoo isn't the weirder part of this situation. What catches him off guard, what unsettles him, is the rest of this situation. Scott doesn't like being drawn away from Beacon Hills. He doesn't like the fact of being displaced, left uncertain about what direction to go in. The unknown is scary, and while he'll face it head on, that doesn't mean he wants to.

Scott's taken a lot in stride in the past year. He can take it in stride, but that doesn't make him anymore confident. Holding it together—he does that because he has to, but the fact that he's being branded as a hero and being asked to help makes him uncertain.

This is a new situation, and frankly, he doesn't have a whole lot of answers. That's scary.

But he bites back his worries. He doesn't show a single one, instead managing an easy smile as twelve-year-old boy comes up and asks for his autograph.]

Oh, you—[Pull it together, McCall.] You want my autograph? Sure, I mean ... [He glances around.] Hey, does someone have a pen?

3.

[After settling in, Scott's first inclination is to look for flying motorcycles. If they have flying everything else, wouldn't they have a flying motorcycle, too? Scott's currently watching a motorcycle dealership from a distance, and he's waiting to see if someone will fly off, rather than ride off.

After all, this is really important to him.]

Come on ... come on. [It's more muttered to himself, and while he's somewhat impatient, he's really enamored with the possibility.]

YES

[ex_question191]

[ you sirius black motherfucker. though stiles doesn't actually get what they're doing here, kicked back, sprawled out, and not really watching the motorcycle dealership at all. he's just happy to be hanging out with his bro. ]

Couldn't you just go in and ask?

Red and the Transistor | Transistor

[voicelessresistance]

Two.

[Red doesn't mind the attention that people were directing towards her, asking for her picture, asking who she was, though she knew most of it was directed at the large, glowing sword that she was dragging around with her. She isn't famous here, isn't a singer, isn't changing the word, on purpose or by accident. It is sort of nice, thinking about it that way. Besides, it probably isn't often people meet a talking sword, after all, and she has to admit it's almost funny to see him trying to deal with all the attention.]

[But pictures are taken, autographs are signed, though she just shakes her head at any questions directed at herself, letting the sword do all the talking. It's a comfortable thing, and she doesn't even realize how much time has passed until the last of them are walking away, leaving her standing on the corner in her torn concert gown, leaning on the handle of her partner.]

[Her finger traces slowly over the tattoo that now adorns her wrist, back and forth over the word 'hero' like she keeps expecting it to disappear. Or she's trying to wipe it away, even she isn't really sure.]

Hey.

[The voice is masculine, soft and understanding, and it seems to emminate from the red circle in the center of the Transistor. She turns her attention towards it with a small smile and a 'hmm?' expression.]

You wanna go get that drink now?

[She smiles faintly and nods, shifting her weight and adjusting her grip to drag him along behind her as she starts towards the shop she'd been directed to earlier. The Transistor leaves glowing marks in the ground behind her, sparkles like circuits, but they fade away a few seconds after she moves beyond them.]

Four:

Red!

[The Transistor calls to her, hard and urgent, and she spins from the store window she was peering through, taking in the scene in an instant. A chase, police probably but she wasn't all that interested, but the children in front of it. Children. Old enough to probably just be called kids, really.]

[She made a soft hum of acknowledge and closed her eyes, and when she opened them, just for a moment, it was like the world was standing still, like she was a painting of a moment rather than the world itself. Two kids, ten feet away, twenty-five feet from the on-coming cars, an empty space next to them, not quite large enough, then the sidewalk and onlookers.]

[Well, those people are about to have a bad afternoon. She mentally maps out her route, feeling her fingers tensing around the blade of the transistor...and then with a noise in her head, like the snapping of fingers, everything was moving again, including her. But slowly for the world, and a blur for her.]

[Jaunt, the now old familiar feeling of a rush of air and motion as the transistor circuit kicked in, and she leaps the ten feet between her and the kids in a second, their startled cries ignored as she grabs one by the arm and tackles the second, and then Jaunt, another leap, carrying her and the two children between the cars and into the startled crowd of onlookers, sending all of them tumbling to the ground. She felt her head smack into something, someone, and suddenly the blur of motion was a blur of dizziness.]

[And then, the rush fades, and everything is moving at the right speed again, with the sound of the cars crashing through the space the kids had been in a moment before, and the crick-crack of a shattering skateboard. Then everyone around her was pushing to their feet, some complaining, others impressed, as the kids scrambled away from her in surprise, and she just sat there for a moment, collecting herself, resting one hand against the Transistor that now lay on the ground next to her.]

[ooc: Spoilers should be easy enough to avoid for this, since neither of them are inclined to talk about their pasts much, beyond the non-specifics.]

let's talk about talking inanimate objects/2

[sanguineseams]

[Senketsu has become somewhat of a shameless opportunist when it comes to crowds. Standing at seven foot with flesh made of fabric and fingers that end in rending claws, he attracts his own posse of adoring fans just by stepping outside. He doesn't hate crowds, and he certainly doesn't hate people, but having so much attention is something he feels like he'll never get used to, especially after speaking with only one woman for the majority of his admittedly short life.

But now he's trained himself to find congregations of regular citizens around other imPorts. With their attention focused on someone else, their backs are turned in a way that he can pass by undetected--and anyone that isn't already part of the mass of people is unlikely to interrupt whatever errand the "monster" might be on.

With enough patience, though, the crowd dissolves, leaving Red and her companion free to go about their business. When they arrive at their destination, Senketsu is lounging comfortably outside on a bench despite the heat. He offers eye contact as they come closer and gives Red a friendly smile when she comes within conversation distance.]

So are you born with it, or do you have to get used to that kind of attention?

Ryan Goldsmith | Tiger & Bunny | OTA

[flattens]

02.

[ Well, it's not quite where he expected to end up, but no bigs. He'll roll with it. Honestly, it can be a hell of a lot worse. He keeps his black shades down, enjoying the unyielding rays of the sun beating down on the city, like his very own spotlight. And it is, right? He's been contracted to help these poor schmucks out just like everywhere else. The big upside's the scenery, though.

This is just his kind of place: young scene, beaches as far as the eye can see, good weather. Florida's never really been on his radar of places he was just jonesing to run away to, but uhhh... Yeah. Shit, he'll take it. They're even giving away shakes--Or, well, malts. Seems a little retro, but hey, he's all for free shit, man.

Carrying practically everything he owns in a suitcase on his way to his new digs, one large green iguana on his broad shoulders and a chocolate malt in hand, he can't help but soak up his surroundings--Not gawk. He doesn't gawk. People gawk at him, big difference. ]


04.

[ Well shit this place starts early. Wolfing down what's left of his hotdog, Ryan follows the the line of cars doing their best to defy the laws of physics.

Cute.

He tosses the empty paper who the hell cares where and dashes forward. There's no way he can make it in time, so he improvises. ]

Hope you like the taste of asphalt.

[ With a crooked smile, he gets on all fours to bellow, creating a large gravity field around him, dark like a tinted force field. It reaches the kids in time, but it also squashes them right to the ground, but no worries! As the car hits, the front end immediately compacts under the heavy weight of the field, effectively halting it in its tracks. The police cars thankfully have enough sense to stop before they hit it too.

Well, sure as hell isn't a perfect bust, but innocents saved and criminals thwarted. He can live with that!

But that force field sure is big. Hope you didn't get pinned under its weight too. Whoops! ]


BITCHES DON'T KNOW ABOUT MY INSTAGRAM SKILLS.

Hey! Yeah, you!

[ There's a giant blond man with a garish sense of fashion running up to you in sunglasses. And yes that's an iguana on his shoulder, what of it?

He's got a camera and he's practically shoving it in your hand. The fact that you're looking at him is consent enough to help him out alright? ]

Man, I can't get the right angle with my iguana. Help a guy out, huh? I want to take it before the lighting goes bad.

[ It sounds like a question, but it really isn't. Shit needs to go up on instagram real fast, yo! His fans wanna know how he's doing! ]

04

[pacifistaggressive]

[Well, hitting the ground wasn't exactly on Metalhawk's top ten list of things he wanted to accomplish today. But Ryan's gravitational field was rather strong, strong enough to bring a 25-27 foot robot down to his knees. That's...pretty impressive.

Although he can't give a compliment right now. He's too busy putting his arm-wings into the ground to try and press himself up.

And having trouble in doing so.

You may have heard a large THUD or CLANK in the distance. That's probably him!]

What in Primus...

Skeletor | The New Adventures of He-Man [prompt 2]

[denebriated]

[So here he is, sitting on a bar stool at some confectionery shop sipping a free drink that the locals insisted he partake in. No one is screaming or running for their lives and no shirtless barbarians have shown up to point a sword at him. Quite the opposite, in fact. Cameras seem to be the object of choice instead, and he had spent an hour prior to this not being able to move without someone begging for a picture.

Very odd. But so far, a good thing. And honestly, he can't blame them for acknowledging how amazingly well put together his outfit is.]

[huitzilin]

[a peppy girl of what seems to be boundless enthusiasm has also found this particular malt shop. she has the straw in her mouth, and she approaches without hesitance or fear that any normal person probably should have. when the current lot of amateur photographers, tourists and media frenziers have died down, she pulls up a seat and sits across from him.]

Hi! Are you really a skeleton? What's your costume made of? Are you a hero? Do you like your malt? It's really for free! They want to give us things because we're heroes.

How many bones do you have? Is it over nine-thousand?

Jeff 'Joker' Moreau | Mass Effect | Prompt 2

[boneitis]

The number of times that Joker had been willingly groundside could be counted on one hand; two, maybe, if you counted those times that he'd been assigned. He didn't like it then, and he didn't like it now, especially because he most emphatically had not decided to come here, whether by his own free will or because he might get court-martialled if he was stubborn about it.

Also, crowds? Not his favorite thing in the world when a stray elbow could give him a fracture.

Thankfully, Joker was neither particularly unusual looking nor wearing spandex-- thank God, because he could not pull that shit off, he didn't have the hips for it-- and there was a minimal amount of attention being paid to him. Which, on the whole, made it a lot easier for him to split off and look for the nearest bar. He'd just gotten out of a galaxy-wide war, he needed more than a fucking malt, regardless of whether it was free or not. Not unless 'malt' meant 'two fingers of whiskey and leave the bottle' in this universe, anyway.

And that was how Joker ended up in a dive bar-- because let's face it, there was nowhere else he'd go-- with a glass of bottom-shelf whiskey and, honestly, no money to pay for it. But that was a problem for about an hour from now.

[aggressiveapathy]

Dive bars were so less exciting here than in fake New York. It was almost like Pawnee, only with more Big Brother Vibe and fewer menacing raccoons. But after a week of playing responsible adult for the cameras, it still managed the one important function of serving alcohol. Even, and April could only sigh as she glanced over and spotted the tattoo on the arm of the man next to her, if that didn't guarantee she'd be free from other Imports for an hour.

"Where does it even find you."

ilana wexler ( broad city )

[mindmyvagina]

[ somewhere amidst the hovering cars and all those darn skateboarding kids stepping out in front of said hovering cards, a short brunette is walking around sort of half-gaping at things and half-staring at the communicator in an attempt to compare it to her old phone. ( sadly, it is in way better of a condition than her own device, but that's what you get for dropping it on the subway during rush hour ).

it isn't long before she's given up on that and instead turns to the person closest to her. ]

Hey — [ basically flagging them down until she has their attention at which point she'll probably jog up to them with a grin. ]

So I'm not sure if I've, like, wandered onto some movie set or if I'm, like, hallucinating — [ she pauses, pursing her lips in thought because it could've been a distinct possibility. then again: ] — although I haven't really had the chance to hit up the good stuff today because you know, hello, job interview, and anyways, any time I do Abbi's always sort of with me—

[ which you know, weird tattoos and stuff about superpowers aside, was the weirdest thing. she hadn't seen abbi around at all. ]

So, I guess what I'm asking is, have you seen a brown haired woman about [ she raises her hand above her head, adjusting the height a few times until she's satisfied ] yay high and an amazing ass around here?

[medusalith]

[ Medusa had listened to the woman with more and more disbelief, eyebrows raising in measured increments until the woman finished with 'amazing ass', at which point she'd considered writing off the whole experience as something best forgotten. Her hair twists around her irritably, the mass of red shifting with movement that is decidedly not due to any breeze. ]

Do you normally bombard complete strangers with questions?

[ Her lip curls - not a sneer - but something bordering very close to it. Medusa hadn't lived through all that she had for this, and certainly not when she had other - more important priorities - than dealing with this. ]

Miss America Chavez | Marvel-616

[kickinthrough]

[04.]
[That engine isn't revving anymore, in fact, it's not making any other noise than a loud hiss thanks to America. That car also won't be going anywhere without a tow truck thanks to her. The front end is all smashed in from where she punched the vehicle and brought it to a stop.

The kids? Perfectly safe although a little frightened. And the police, well, they're a little slow but they've caught up by the time America marches around to the door of the car to tear it off and drag the driver out of the front seat.]

The hell you thinking, driving like that? You could've killed someone. [The driver looks frightened enough to piss his pants as she hold him up by his collar.

Once the police arrive and make their way to America she shoves the guy at them and dusts her hands off.

Wait, how did a news crew get here so fast? Fuuuuuck this. America's out. Literally, she jumps to the nearest roof and gets ready to kick a portal to somewhere other than here.]


[Other]
[She might seem a bit out of place in her red, white, and blue get up on a park bench with an ice cream cone in hand but there she is. She's just chilling and watching people as they pass by while enjoying some ice cream.

She might be stuck here playing hero for these people but even heroes need a little down time, which is what this is. Unless something pops up and she feels the need to deal with it.]

[xpostate]

[ it's a sight david never thought he'd see. america's relaxing? america's capable of relaxing? not that he has a lot of room to talk, but that isn't something he thought he'd ever see.

he holds his hot dog in one hand and has not yet chosen whether to sit or not. so instead he'll stand. ]

I think the only thing that would make this weirder is if you were feeding pigeons. [ not that there are many pigeons in heropa. ]

Aaron "Machine Man" Stack | Marvel

[clanky]

[A problem of transportation becomes abundantly clear as soon as he starts collecting the necessary ingredients to make cocktails.

There's no shortage of cool cars to steal in a place like this, Aaron is sure, and he has a slight proclivity towards fudging the spirit of the law given that he's not a meatsack. But stealing cars doesn't seem like so much fun without a partner to steal them with, and Tabby, the most likely candidiate for a spree, seems disinclined to appear.

Besides, that would involve the effort of finding a cool car to steal, when he could just appropriate the little red wagon from outside the house next door. (He'll probably put it back later, once he's done. What would be the point of keeping it anyway? Next time he'll get the car.)

This turns out to be a bad idea, because- the problem with being a machine man is, like flesh-and-blood men, at some point you have to increase the amount of alochol you put into your system to achieve a less than sober state. And being a machine, that level is much, much higher for Aaron than everyone else. Therefore, the giant big gulp of beer does not quite fit among the multiple large cans of diesel fuel and extremely cheap rotgut vodka, even though this is an exceptionally large little red wagon he is dragging around here.

This must look extremely dangerous to literally everyone but Aaron. Or Nextwave, who know him well enough to know what he needs all that for, and it's not a bomb.]

...I really should have just taken a car.

[heartlessglitch]

[ It seems that any time she encounters Aaron Stack, there's alcohol inevitably involved. Her incredible processing power isn't really necessary to sense a behavior trend there-- but the wagon. That's new.

Danger spends approximately a second to process the situation, and while her calculations touch on the possibility of a threat, she seems to come to the conclusion that yes, in fact, there is no bomb building in Aaron's immediate future. That doesn't necessarily mean it's a good idea to approach him, but Danger can handle herself, so she does it anyway.

She came up beside him, one hand resting on her hip in a purposeful gesture-- one she'd learned from watching human women, as a way of showing skepticism, as if her facial expression didn't convey that well enough. Very helpful, she points out in lieu of a greeting: ]

I imagine when the manufacturers of this particular wagon model indicated it was for ages twelve and up, they did not have you in mind, Aaron.

Hazel | OC

[deadtective]

02;

[...she doesn't like the attention. Hazel's not entirely innocuous with the scars running all over her body, but thankfully time spent trying to appear unassuming has made her a bit more skilled at improvising convincing lies. she's sorry to disappoint the several people who approach her on occasion, but she's no imPort; she's simply recovering from an accident. as long as she kept her hands shoved into her pockets and her expression apologetic, it seemed that this was enough to get by.

of course, she didn't exactly know where she was trying to get by to. her usual method of contacting the witch no longer worked, and she hadn't been able to call Damien on either a regular phone or the communicator she'd been given. for the first time in a long while she was truly free, and it was terrifying. there were people who needed her, people who she cared about that deserved to know what she'd gotten into.

her best course of action was returning to the last city she'd been in, if that was possible, and scouring the streets to see if Damien was still there waiting for her. if they'd both been taken here somehow, things might be a little less frightening.

it's this desire that prompts her to approach various people, her smile friendly but obviously a little queasy with poorly hidden anxiety]

Um, hi! You wouldn't happen to know where I can get a ride out of this city, do you?

04;

[even now, Hazel hesitates for a second. it's been months since death has been a real concern for her, but eighteen years of humanity is difficult to simply wash away. it's pointless now, but she's still afraid of pain and death. she doesn't want to be hurt.

unfortunately for her, she wants other people to be hurt even less. people in bad situations they have no control over tug at her heartstrings, and after that heartbeat of a pause she's sprinting into the street without a second thought. she has no super speed, no super strength, nothing to really shield these kids with. so instead she gives them the only thing she can - time to get out of the way themselves.

the hovercar smashes into her with a sickening crunch, the impact forcing it to grind to a stop. Hazel is thrown from the street into a nearby lamp post from the force of the collision, ragdolling onto the ground with a soft thump. she lies motionless where she's fallen, and anyone who runs up to check her vitals will find that there are none.

anyone who runs up to do that or otherwise assist her will also notice that her eyes are open and moving, too, and the likelihood of her gasping something out to them is fairly high. it seems that Hazel is simply shocked from the encounter rather than six different kinds of dead.]

misc;

[thank goooood for text. Hazel doesn't trust her voice and would rather not plaster her stitched-up mug across any network, especially one with a bunch of heroic strangers. so a textual network post it is, sort of hamfistedly fishing to see if the cause of most of her anxieties back home would still be a problem here. it's not great, but she can't think of a more finesse-y way to do this.]

so...it's probably a long shot, but does anyone happen to know the state of any kind of spooky magical sub-society here? they didn't mention it and i wasn't exactly comfortable asking.

just curious. it's been a lot to take in and i don't really want any more surprises.

2.

[soldiarity]

[ It's lucky for her -- maybe -- that where Reiner is from, scars are fairly common; he sees her and doesn't think much of it except that she is probably a fighter or soldier some kind, or did get into an accident. It's not something he finds important to ask a stranger. He just smiles in a friendly way when she asks him her question, raising his eyebrow a little. ]

That depends. A ride to where?

Anita King | R.O.D the TV

[acrobrat]

[OPTION 2:]

[Anita is sitting grumpily at the malt shop counter, sipping her drink and staring at all the people staring at her. She narrows her eyes at them.]

If you keep asking for demonstrations, I'm gonna start charging for them.

[A redheaded woman coos over how cute the pink-haired little girl is, and snaps a photograph. Anita scowls and slams a hand onto the counter.]

Hey, lady, I didn't ask for pictures!

[OPTION 4:]

[Anita was just walking around the city looking for her sisters or anyone she knew when she saw the kids - and the hovercar, which is going fast and not slowing down since the police were on its tail. Luckily she was just beside a trash can with several fliers for discounts on superhero costumes, anti-superhero sentiments, and failed attempts at making cheerful fliers for new imPorts, and she also had a holster full of paper strapped to her thigh.

With one hand she draws out several sheets from her holster, and with the other she summons the paper to fly right out of the can, and both waves of paper wind up plastering the windshield of the hovercar, which then starts swerving out of control as whoever is driving loses sight of the road. She cries out to the kids:]

Get outta the way!

[Now that the hovercar was no longer on their tail, the skaters manage to turn aside, and the police cars catch up at last.]

Bill Oswalt | Fargo (TV)

[jeez]

TWO

[Bill's beige police uniform isn't a costume per se, but it does seem to be drawing plenty of unwanted attention. "You're a cop?" one kid asks. "Where's Bed—Bemi—Bedmigee?" asks another, noting the patch on his uniform. Bill corrects her gently — Bemidji, Beh-mid-jee, it's in Minnesota — but she just wrinkles her nose, laughs, and goes scurrying away only to be replaced by someone else who has questions about who Bill is and where he's from and what he can do.]

I dunno what ya mean, ma'am, I just —

[The woman smiles, bright and amused, which Bill figures is a result of his thick accent. He presses his lips together in a thin line in a hope that she can take physical cues and will know that now's a good time to skedaddle, but instead she asks for a selfie.

The thing is, Bill's not the kinda guy who likes attention. Attention at the station, sure; attention from his wife, okay; attention from his buddies at the local bar in the form of free drinks for the police chief, great. But when he's still not sure what's going on or why the heck he's in Florida, of all godforsaken places, he'd really rather avoid the questions and prying eyes and slip off somewhere quiet so he can think things through. It's not like the explanation he was given explained much, seeing as there's no way any of this can be real.

Since a free malt sounds nice — as does the promise of air conditioning — he hurries off toward the shop malt, pulling his sleeve down to cover the mark on his wrist in spite of the heat. He just hopes he's going in the right direction.]

[hostage]

[One of the people Bill ends up walking past is this thug piece of shit who takes one look at him and doubles over laughing. He has more to say - honest - but he has to get this out of his system first. Because that? That's amazing.]

Rebecca | OC

[dingeringeding]

THREE

[This is just about as unfair as it gets.

Rebecca's been able to shapeshift and pass as human for a grand total of only five years, during which time she's had more of a struggle with technology than any real adult human has ever had. And now — now she's here, where everything seems about a million times more advanced than what she's barely used to.

How and why are those vehicles floating?

After spending a few minutes watching a teenager do tricks on his skateboard, she approaches with a shy smile and asks if she can try. He says sure; she's flat on her back within minutes, blinking up at the sky like she's not quite sure what happened or why her head hurts or why she's being laughed at.

She then catches herself wondering how far away the nearest forest is, because she would really, really like to go back to being a fox now, thank you.

This is dumb.

But maybe not as dumb as what she does next, which is to scowl, flash her canine canines, and tell the teenager:] Keep laughing and I'll eat you.

[But at least that gets rid of him.]

ugh gross it's you

[valr]

[Kara doesn't actually manage to catch the exchange between Rebecca and her new best friend, but she does hear the kid babbling to some cop about a woman than threatened to eat him.

And Kara just knows.

It's kind of grating to have to show her tattoo and tell the officer that she's a hero, she can handle this, as the kid points back towards the park. When he mentions the woman having pointy teeth, that just confirms it.

Which means that Kara isn't in the best mood when she finds Rebecca after a short job through the park.]

Threatening to eat people isn't gonna win you any friends.

Daria Morgendorffer | Daria

[onmyneck]

[03]

[Daria stands in front of one of the tallest buildings in town, watching as an advertisement for some new soft drink spits out garish colours into the skyline. She just stands there. Glaring. She hopes she can burn a hole through it if she tries hard enough, but there's sadly a small chance that could happen.

She's not exactly pleased to be back in another universe. If you couldn't tell by her angry eyes, the fact that she's talking to herself might help.]

Of all the cities, in all the universes, I had to end up in Florida.

[darkpants_warmfeeling]

[Jacob is just passing by when he overhears Daria, and immediately thinks 'new ImPort.' He decides to introduce himself, and not just because he's not a fan of big splashy advertisements either.]

Hey, it could be worse.

[He moves up to stand beside her.]

Apparently this world has a lot of places less friendly than this. I mean, imagine if the Porter was in Detroit.

Ashraf Salib | OC

[highhealplz]

Feeling uncomfortable in an enthusiastic crowd is for nerds, Ashraf has totally got this. The fancy, ornate robes he's dressed in look straight out of a fantasy movie, and probably account for a good portion of his attention. The rest of it is definite due to the way he's throwing magic gleefully around for onlookers.

It's a lot of holy white light, for the most part, glowing and sparkling and swirling, but now and then he throws in a more personalized spell for someone. The kids on hoverboards get sped up, moving easily at twice their usual speed, a girl in a cast is swathed in green light and then finds her cast completely unnecessary. Some spells are more generalized, and anyone who wanders in too close to the flying lights will find themselves feeling inexplicably heartier and healthier, aches and pains disappearing the longer they spend near the light.

Anyone slinking around the edges of the crowd and looking like they'd rather not be noticed will definitely, definitely be noticed. With a wave of Ashraf's hand, they might even find a glowing blue portal of light suddenly springing up from the ground directly under their lowering foot. Falling into it will just bring them to Ashraf's side, though, right in the middle of the crowd.

Priest pranks. They're the worst.

Re: Ashraf Salib | OC

[wickedestwitch]

There's only one thing to do when you're Elphaba and you're both suddenly transported a good thirty feet away from where you'd last been and surrounded by a crowd. It's to point the handle of your broom at the offender and make the angriest face this side of munchkinland.

"What in great Oz is wrong with you?" She glowers, keeping the handle pointed at him.

Clint Barton | Marvel 616

[okthislooksbad]

02.

"No, hey, come on," Clint says the third time he's stopped for an autograph, "I'm not anybody, alright? I've just got one of those faces." That face is currently sporting a bandage across the bridge of his nose, and combined with his jeans and t-shirt, it's enough to outweigh the bow in his hand and quiver at his belt and give this latest bunch of hero-admirers a moment of doubt. He uses it to flee, ducking into the nearest store-front.

That it turns out to be a malt shop of all things is hardly the weirdest part of his day so far, so he heads up to the counter and leans one battered forearm onto an empty stretch. "Hey," he says, to the first employee to come his way or the person on the next stool if that's not soon enough, "Anything here have any coffee in it?"


04.

Flinging himself into traffic is a long-standing Hawkeye pasttime, and when the car aims straight for the kids and their fancy hovering boards don't seem likely to save them, he dives right in. It's a running tackle, heaving himself into the air to shove the kids clear, one hand raised toward the on-coming car in a futile slow-motion "Stoooooop!"

Or usually it would be futile. This time, a wad of flame bursts from Clint's palm and explodes the car's engine, dropping it back to the pavement to screech to an ear-splitting, smoke-spewing halt. Short of the skateboarders, at least, so his original goal is accomplished, but now there's a burning hulk of a hovercar in the middle of the street, people screaming and fleeing from the wreckage, on-lookers who had been ready to applaud Clint's heroics watching in horror and probably shouting for some other hero to come do some real saving.

"I didn't-- that wasn't me!" Clint protests once the kids have scrambled off and he's managed to push himself back up to a sitting position, brushing bits of road out of his palms and onto the knees of his jeans. Some of them look...melted. "That wasn't me?"

2!

[slightlyoffchilt]

"It's not unlikely, though bold is the man who dares anything with coffee in a malt shop," came the dry drawl. Chilton had walked in (briefly) for the sake of a search; a specific search, though the individual was hardly missing.

She was simply misplaced.

It had come to his attention that his patient, Danger, and Abel Gideon had (at least, at one point in time) frequented such a malt shop (together!), and for lack of his usual surveillance technique, the psychiatrist defaulted to a more pedestrian method. Literally, as it were, walking around Heropa. It was serendipitous for him to happen upon Clint -- though, admittedly, the adoring fan who had been denied an autograph caught his attention, and he had followed the other man in, jolted by curiosity.

"You might want to try something decaffeinated," he said, peering at Clint, wondering if he would recognize the man. The nasal bandage didn't make it easy.

Chromedome | Transformers IDW | 4

[needlefingers]

[Chromedome isn't entirely inclined to rush in to help those organic children OR stop the speeding vehicle. Sure, he knows why he's here, and he does remember that he's an Autobot, but lower lifeforms are just lower lifeforms, right?

As the speeding car approaches, he mentally sighs and stands up to his full 25-foot height and rushed forward to swipe all three off the road just seconds before the speeding car screamed by. The feeling of soft, squishy organic in his hands causes him to grimace, but he places them down as gently as he can.

He figures that they'd thank him and run off, but for whatever reason they were crowding around his ankles and staring up at him with awe. To his mild horror, he realized that they had multiplied somehow. Where there were three small organics, there were now seven.

Deeply uncomfortable, and terrified that if he tried to move he might step on one, all Chromedome can do is helplessly stand there and hope that the organics will get bored and move away.]

[highhealplz]

[ While he's having trouble deciphering... any kind of facial expression on that metal giant over there, Ashraf thinks he's got the body language down pretty well. And that body language definitely reads uncomfy. So, because he's a generally well-meaning (and obnoxiously curious guy), he strolls through the gathering crowd and raps on Chromedome's leg for attention when he's near enough. ]

Hey! [ With a bright smile, even if he has to crane his neck back to aim it up at him. ] Nice crowd. Would you happen to be looking for a quick exit, though?

[ Time to see if he's reading this right, or way off the mark. ]

Elphaba | Wicked (Musical)

[wickedestwitch]

03:

While some of this isn't completely out of Elphaba's experience, most of the technology is and it's fascinating. Enough so that she's willing to go out in daylight and play with some of it when she can get her hands on it. There's so much and some of it makes her trusty old broom feel... old.

She's wearing a different hat than usual, a floppier brim and loose hair doing her best to hide the green of her face as she browses through a shop though it's not the best effort ever.

"Do you work here?" She asks, tone serious. "I have questions."

Msc. A:

As horribly stereotypical as it is, Elphaba is flying by broomstick above the city and completely ignoring any sort of traffic laws that pertain to the airspace. It's not out of any sort of villainy or bucking the system (okay maybe there's a bit of that) but genuinely not being aware of them. She's used to flying solo in the skies, beyond the passing bird or Bird.

This certainly isn't Oz anymore.

Msc. B:

"I do not have that large a nose! Or warts!"

Elphaba's almost shriek of indignant rage is heard well above the chatter of the crowd. Someone has found a small treasure trove of green faced ugly witch effigies. The entire display, and many around her rattle ominously.

"I thought I'd be safe from them here but-"

There's so much of it, really, and it's all so... horrendously ugly. It's not a pleasant experience, seeing what the Ozians rumored about her. The displays shudder again, before toppling away from her as she clutches at herself. Rage and years of people screaming at the sight of her coming back to the surface.

a

[valr]

Elphaba isn't the only one in the air; Kara prefers flying to walking any day, especially because it generally means she gets to avoid, you know, people. Most people, at least, since Heropa has it's fair share of airborne heroes and whatnot, but this is the first time she's seen someone with a broom.

It's enough to make her drop a little lower to investigate, stretching her wings to catch a breeze, so she can glide beside Elphaba rather than having to keep flapping (it's awkward), "Nice ride."

At least she only sounds a little sarcastic.

2.

[forcowardice]

This is literally the worst thing ever.

Now, Fulcrum's been through plenty of stupid things. Getting arrested, put on trial Decepticon style -- not fun, by the way -- as well as being convicted and sentenced to a horrible, horrible death. Then, he was reconfigured to be a bomb. Then found by the Decepticon Justice Division. All of that's pretty terrible, but this is literally the worst thing ever.

All of these little organic things were kind of charming at first in their excitement and silly little ineffective bits of technology and almost acting like people. It was endearing, but right now, he's kind of annoyed.

Exasperated, Fulcrum is on his back with his arms spread out as he stares up at the bright blue sky of this dumb planet. He's still working on trying to find a way out of here, but everything is so... so primitive!

He hears some giggling and he feels something itchy on his arms. What the--?

"Hey. Hey!" Fulcrum frowns, watching little meatbag children climbing all over his limbs. "C'mon, knock that off. Ugh!"

This is literally. The. Worst.

Re: 2.

[misfired]

"No way, this is awesome!" one of the older looking fleshsacks declares and for some reason he sounds awfully familiar. The little punk scoots all the way up Fulcrum's shoulder and leans up against the side of his helmet.

"Whoa... Have you seen the size of your chin lately? It's like an entire mountain range from here," he marvels, spreading his arms wide to try and encompass the monolithic face ornament.

Kevin Tran | Supernatural

[vates]

.02

[ After being dropped off at his place, Kevin goes through his file and then decides he needs to go for a walk, mainly so he can make sure that all this is real and not some kind of hallucination, or a trick, like Metatron might be trying to screw with his soul now. Because killing him wasn't enough.

So, he's a superhero now, or he's supposed to try to be one, even though he thinks he might be more cut out for being an interpreter for the UN or something mundane. That could be okay, except being a hero sounds pretty cool. Maybe he should stick to life in the slow lane, though. He might end up less dead that way.

And he'll get more free malts, apparently. Being a hero has more perks than being a prophet (which had 0 perks). From where he's sitting, he can see the waitress pointing to him and whispering to someone else, and then there's some giggling after. He hopes it's the good kind. There's someone sitting next to him, and Kevin leans over, figuring he can do some pointing and whispering of his own. ]

Is it always like this here?

.03

[ There's a lot to take in, like how his "superhero" powers are pretty boring actually, and he'd like to be able to do more than just be fluent in every language. If he's going to get superhero powers, then he figures he should get something cooler than what he can already do (in a limited capacity) and which he kind of hates and/or resents.

Whatever, that's just his luck, he guesses. And hey. He's not dead anymore, and this place seems alright. Granted, his scale for "alright" ranges from "normal, regular life" to "hallucinating on a houseboat while living on a diet of hot dogs" to "being semi-invisible in an underground bunker, and that's before becoming a ghost." This place has its definite perks, though, which he's gleaned from going for a walk. The flying cars are really cool, yeah, but that sends Kevin on a hunt for a certain kind of hovering item, and he finally spots someone with one. ]

Is that a hoverboard? Or is that your power, or something? Is that rude to ask? [ p.s., he's new. ]

[larker]

[Is it always like what now? Gabriel looks up from his device, giving the kid a cursory glance. There's no recognition in his expression, but Gabriel knows a place like this is probably an amazing break from propheting it up.]

Like what? Free drinks? Sure, ain't all bad. [Gabriel gives a shrug, going back to finishing his text off. Trolling Edgeworth is a worthy, texting cause. Hearing the girls giggling makes Gabriel look back up, glancing over at the small group. And unlike the reaction Kevin got, the girls hastily pay their bill and leave, heads down and making zero eye-contact. Obviously when your big brother gives up your identity on national television, then goes on a murder spree, it makes you popular. Whatever though, Gabriel's not going to cry over a few high schoolers, giving the waitress a mandatory sheepish shrug as she drops off his chocolate malt.]

Enjoy the calm, kiddo. At some point the crap is going to hit the fan. Sooner or later it'll be like Mad Max out there. How long you been here?

Breakdown | Transformers Prime

[hammer_bro]

[02]

[There are entirely too many humans here. Breakdown growls at anyone who gets too close but they aren't that easily deterred. Especially the ones with the cameras. Those he's had to stomp a foot or rev his engine at to get them to go away. One even required that he pick it up by the back of the shirt and shake until it promised to leave him alone.

Eventually he'd had to resort to alt mode to stave off any further human contact. The big blue armored car is currently parked outside the malt shop, fervently wishing Knock Out would show up with a plan to get him out of here.]

Jack | Mass Effect 2 | BIOTIC RAMPAGE (aka 1)

[allpowerfulme]

[No. No, no, no, no, no.

Jack doesn't know why she's here or how she arrived, but it doesn't matter. There are soldiers, she has a new tattoo that she didn't give herself, and she has no memory of what happened. That means kidnapping, and while she doesn't see the Cerberus logo anywhere, it doesn't matter. Cerberus or not, anyone who tries to do this to her is dead. But then there's that flash of blue, and she's out in the sun with some piece of shit smiling and coming towards her.

She's not going to waste another second. She doesn't know what that soldier is saying, and honestly, she doesn't care. Jack isn't going anywhere with these people, and they're idiots if they think she's just going to follow them along after they kidnapped her.]

Fuck this! [Immediately Jack lets loose a biotic shockwave, throwing aside the female soldier and anyone and everything else it comes into contact with.]

[biotically]

[ Biotics are easy to recognize, especially in a world where there are so few, and Kaidan was one of them. He also just happened to be on the military base, thanks to the new job he'd been given from the government, even if he hadn't decided what he was going to do with it yet, or whether he'd stay on.

He hadn't exactly taken well to being tattooed either, but he also wasn't rampaging.

Then again, he probably shouldn't get in the way, since this wasn't his fight, but he didn't know this person -- at all -- other than something he'd read once or twice. (The joy of being out for an entire game of the loop, and too focused on the Alliance.)

Even still, he skidded in front of her, trying to get her to stop, holding out his hands and not saying anything, but the familiar blue was probably enough of a sign that he wasn't a soldier. Hopefully the woman would read it. She didn't look like she was listening to reason though, yet. ]

Balthazar | Superatural

[celestialpervert]

02
[Going from death to being shoved into a new world is disorientating at best, but ending up somewhere with a rather interesting new tattoo and a full military style debriefing was... Something else.

Too bad he'd flittered away before the smiling woman could finish. She was a sight for his sore and somehow living eyes, but after Heaven, he'd had enough of rules and protocol thank you very much.

Landing on a sidewalk, the angel took a moment to breathe in the air, marvelling at how... Not stabbed in the back he felt. Face twisting at the thought of his 'Death', Balthazar turned his mind to other things. Namely alcohol. Lots of it.

]

[larker]

[As Balthazar is glancing around, Gabriel is already mentally preparing himself. That's a face he's not seen in forever, and obviously someone up there was looking after him if they were sending the more normal, hilarious angels. Thank you.

Gabriel approaches from behind, quickly dampening down on his grace before Balthazar can sense it. A normal person would say hello. Unfortunately, Gabriel is anything but normal.]

Did they give you permission to loiter? Cause last time I looked, loitering was punishable by six months in the slammer.