KEMOSABE, JUMP ON IT!

[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?

No matter how you feel about imPorts, there is one thing the community all must suffer through together: the weather. And time. Two, two things the community must suffer through together. However many things there are, today is celebrating the Dog Days of Summer. Literally. There is an adoption fair for every kind of dog you can imagine, and a few that really take imagination to call them ‘a dog.’ Like cats that have had doggy ear-shaped hats placed on their unwilling heads, or fish with decorative dog art painted on their bowl. Or that baby alligator on a leash with fur (glued? It looks glued) on its back. So while it’s a fine day to come and meet a new friend- or drop one off and run, hoping someone else will take it- it may also be a good day to stop the smaller animals and some wandering children from getting eaten by some of the more carnivorous creatures a few of the local eccentrics have decided to try to pawn off on the public. Or grab a snack from the fried food and ice cream stands and watch the madness. Whatever your choice, welcome to Florida, heroes.


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!

Wasn’t the forgiveness day festival wonderful? What, you weren’t in this world yet to attend? Well, never mind that! There’s still time for those willing to part with a few dollars to show your love for this new world and sympathy for the natives and imPorts alike that have been harmed in it. How? Why with a flower festival, of course! An entire block has been closed off for the seemingly endless sale of flowers of every shape and color. Technically, all the flowers have meanings and a few wandering guides are more than happy to help you pick out the bunch that may speak your true feelings to your intended target. It has all the potential to be a nice, sweet smelling day where you can express your love or eternal hatred or total ambivalence with living flora.

Of course, this is the science city. It can’t be something as simple as only normal, natural flowers. Some of the stands are nice enough to keep their technological wonders neatly labeled and separate from the rest of the foliage. Others aren’t so nice. The best way to get people to try a new thing is to spring it on an unsuspecting public, right? Right! Also for sale are roses that, if you prick your finger on the (oddly able to pierce through even superhuman strong, unbreakable skin) thorns you are compelled to spend the rest of the day with the first person you lay your eyes on. Never seen them before or hate their guts, it doesn’t matter. You simply feel awful when more than three feet away from them. To the point you will pass out if you’re away from them for more than five minutes. Hope you’re good at making quick bathroom runs. 

There are also lilies that make birds flock to you and snap dragonsthat offer you supportive messages given in a squeaky voice every time you smell it. For those liking slightly more visibly engineered flowers, a multicolored daisy turns you into a Technicolor wonder, your clothes, hair, eyes, and skin changing rapidly from color to color without any apparent rhyme or reason (or respect for clashing). Putting the flower down will stop the changes, but you’re stuck in whatever random pattern it landed on until an hour passes and the effect wears off. Good luck with the festival!

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? 

To say all is not right in the streets of Maurtia Falls is to more or less state the obvious, but this time, the criminal nature of this foe is a little... sillier than usual.  One gentleman gifted with the powers of superspeed seems not to have grasped the true potential of his powers and instead of spending his time robbing banks or big businesses, he's decided to be the world's most efficient pickpocket.  He zips through the street, pushing people over at superspeed and picking their pockets and snatching their pockets, leaving only a brown blur in his wake, evidently having lost the memo that primary colours are all the rage for costumed heroes and villains.

The more heroically minded among you may want to go after this villain or save a grandma or two that have been unintentionally pushed straight into traffic... but the guy has to stop to rest sometime, and he's really begging for a beatdown with this kind of behaviour.



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!

Today the word on everyone’s lips is branding. It’s not enough to slap on some spandex or hand stitch a mask these days. That’s so 80s. Now is the time not only to get your hero/villain costume professionally made, it’s time for sponsorship! Why should natives be limited to just having some registered imPorts actually working at their place of business? A cape is basically a big, open banner just waiting for a logo. Or ten. Now, they can’t really promise money up front for anyone agreeing to wear their logo and work their slogan into a witty quip during an arrest, but they can do one better: free products. Get all the free socks you can wear by only fighting crime in Jane’s Honey of the Earth socks, underwear, and bras. Or negotiate for free dinners for life if you wear the logo and agree to only appear on dates eating at Overweigh burger shack. 

Of course, there’s nothing like an unlikely team up to really get the media spotlight on an imPort (and the brand they now represent). If you fall for the hype or even just get herded over to an audition station (if you are walking down the road today, chances are you’re going to get unwillingly pulled in at least once), get ready to meet your new partner: this random stranger! The company will give you 10 minutes to get to know each other, then it’s time to grin, bear it, and think of the free merchandise as they ask you to perform at least one heroic feat as a team for their cameras. What that is, exactly, is up to you.

 

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arthur | inception

[aloadeddie]

01; Heropa

[ Heropa is a city a bit more to Arthur's taste in a place like this - he still gets more attention than he'd like, but at least here not everyone wants to know what kind of underwear he prefers. He's found a few shops that don't even acknowledge his status, which is a huge relief, after some of the other cities with more notoriety.

Still, everything about this place is weird, so it stands to reason that even in Heropa, he's bound to find something off-putting. "Dog adoption day" seems relatively normal - right up until a grey, blue-eyed cat bonks into the side of his immaculately tailored pant leg, and falls over. ]

This... isn't a dog.

[ It gives a faint sort of meow, plaintive, almost, and then stumbles up - and runs into his leg again. ]

...Also, it's not very smart.

02; De Chima;

[ The only thing that would bring him to De Chima is business, really. A contact, a favor, someone paying him egregious amounts of money to do what he does. Otherwise, he probably wouldn't set foot in this place. For a lot of reasons, but most of them involve- ]

No, I'm not telling you what kind of underwear I have on.

[ The scowl on his face should be enough to scare just about anybody off, but not, apparently, this intrepid and ambitious young reporter. ]

Look, I didn't ask for this, and I'm not here to entertain you. Find someone else to follow around.

[ He's being remarkably calm, all things considered. Arthur isn't a naturally violent man, after all. ]

03; Maurtia Falls

[ Now, this is a city a bit more to Arthur's liking. Oh, he's not a violent man, nor is he a supervillain, but he's always a little bit put out by places that are too squeaky-clean to seem real. He's been a criminal for a long time, and he's gotten used to moving around among criminal elements, if not outright evil ones. He's got contacts here, people he finds useful for business purposes, even if he wouldn't take any of them home to meet mom and dad.

But a flashy pickpocket? Now that's just bad for business. It brings everybody into the spotlight, whether they like it or not, and makes them all vulnerable to public and government scrutiny.

So, perhaps he's attending a meeting - of likeminded businesspeople who want to keep their affairs private and see to ending this threat as quietly as they can manage? ]

The sooner and the quieter we can stop this guy, the better for all of us, I think.

04; Nonah

[ There is nothing like having a nice leisurely stroll down the street interrupted by someone running up to your face screaming "HELP!" What's Arthur gonna do, ignore them? That would cause as much trouble as trying to actually help. So, maybe today is the day he plays Good Samaritan.

Or... maybe today is the day he gets conned into an "audition" booth with... someone he's never met? At the very least, Arthur doesn't need a costume change. He looks plenty good already. ]

Did you get suckered into this, too?

De Chima

[aberranthubris]

[ Charles is returning from work, heading towards the Porter when he hears the angry exclamations. He swerves to the side and takes an extra turn around the corner to put himself in the tense situation, hoping to avoid any possible violence from occurring. ]

Good day, gentlemen. What seems to be the problem?

[ He's a small cordial looking man in a wheelchair. Well, actually it's a hover-chair, but whose is counting? But the reporter seems delighted to see him, however boring he appears to be. Lucky day! To imPorts. ]

Tefé Holland | Swamp Thing

[beyondthegreen]

02;De Chima

Tefé slouches down the street, giving each flower vendor a mild look of disgust. Why do humans have to be like this? It's more of a horrorshow than a festival, she thinks to herself, veering from the brutality of cut flowers to look on with only slightly less disgruntlement at a few that are potted for longer-lasting beauty and entertainment.

She'd left Daphne behind; maybe it was time to find a new friend.

Spending longer to examine the flowers, she ends up stopping mid-stride, and squinting at the roses. Those aren't right. In fact, as she scans the festival, there's more and more flowers with something off about them.

Well, whatever happens, it serves them right. Maybe... that's how it's supposed to be? How is she supposed to know what saving anything really is any more?

Finally, Tefé's gaze settles on a normal little plum tree sprig in a pot, bearing a few small white flowers. Picking it up, she tells the vendor, "She doesn't like it here, so I'm taking her."

Ignoring the salesperson's outcry of 'Hey, wait!' she simply starts walking off with the potted plum tucked into the crook of her arms, branches swaying over her shoulder with each step.

aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAA

[heckblazer]

Not for lack of trying, but John's been out of his game for too long. Recovery from a near-death experience, being a miserable wino and avoiding his rubbish government-assigned housing and job left him with little chance to indulge in one of his favourite pasttimes: wandering around urban sprawls and finding as many things wrong as he possibly could with the current political climate.

Some great fucking joke this was, whoever thought that bloody flowers would fix the shitshow of clones, chaos, vandalism and violence. (Then again, three of those things were some of John's guiding principles as a gentleman.) He steered clear of the mutant flora, opting for a single carnation stuck jauntily in his coat lapel (one of Zee's favourites - fuck, he didn't want to think about missing her.)

Employing his talent to be invisible when he bloody well wanted to be, though, he perched by a few of the vendors to watch the monthly fun as the new imPorts rolled in. The more out of water, the funnier to watch. He's observing the engineered roses of codependency and is silently jotting down how he might be able to use them for a con when he hears a voice that is terribly, awfully familiar at his three o'clock. He glances without moving just in time to see the telltale white hair and to-a-fault loyalty to plants in action.

Bollocks. Of-fucking-course. What a perfect punishment for her to show up.

Carefully and fluidly, he rises and tucks himself into a back alley. A shifty arsehole in a trenchcoat trailing a younger girl raises too much suspicion. Better to let her think she found him. Swifter on his feet than his nearly-falling-apart loafers should allow, he scuttles down the corridor of pavement and comes out the other side, a block away in the direction the girl is headed. He, of course, pulls out a cigarette and finds a spot of brick wall to lean on so as to best look nonchalant. Just because it's a wild, fucking stupid coincidence doesn't mean he'll sacrifice dramatic impact.

Leia Organa | THE WAR OF STARS

[articulations]

NONAH, NC
[ This North Carolina, Why does such a place exist? It's too busy for her tastes but it does make her a little homesick, reminding her of Coruscant. Only a handful of times has she been there, always wishing for some place quieter. Some place where she can hear herself think for once. Funny how she's wishing for that one place in particular this very moment.

Usually once Leia has had some time to look over a map and memorize a layout, she's good to go. She can make out which way go to where and the landmarks that go with an area. Nonah, North Carolina is different. Much different.

In other words: Leia is lost. Leia is also distracted by the thoughts of home, of loved ones. Of a war that's yet to be won, if ever, given its track record, and that she's trapped here with no way back to it, unable to help and lead her troops.

What does someone do when they're lost? They come to a dead stop in the middle of an active sidewalk, shoulders dropping, hands coming up to cover and scrub at her face.

Deep breaths, don't let the frustration turn into something worse. Deep breaths, deep breaths. ]


HEROPA ; network
[ The network reminds her a lot of the HoloNet. The ability to communicate in the three basic ways of audio, video, and text. Leia doesn't need a refresher. Very easily does she get the hang of it and as the video appears, there's nothing but a medium sized red, wide cup. A large swirl of white sits inside, decorated with colorful sprinkles and orange pebbly looking candies.

She comes into view, her hair down for once, a crown of braids woven around her head. ]

The guy at the stand gave this to me. He called it a gift, a thank you gift. I'm not exactly sure what it's supposed to be, but he called it 'ice cream'.

[ The spoon comes free to send some looser sprinkles to tumble down. Oops. She gives the lump of ice cream a poke. ]

He was quite generous and I appreciate the small token. I just have to ask: what is everything else? And why is it so...colorful?

[ Then a frown shows, brows drawn together, a mumble following: ]

Can't escape the cold, seems like.

nonah

[carbonfrozen]

[Nonah, North Carolina, doesn't hold as much interest for Han as the other cities do. Lando lives here, that's about it, and sometimes Han finds himself smuggling things in and out of Nonah, but otherwise he doesn't visit quite as much as he does the rest. He's just in town today because he's moving equipment for someone who (legitimately!) hired him, and he's just finishing up when he sees her in the middle of the sidewalk.

The world doesn't slow down. The people keep going, moving around Han, who's frozen to the sidewalk, feet rooted to the pavement. Some part of him thinks it's just—bad form, for the whole world to keep going when Han's world has stopped, and started up again, spinning on some new axis.

The last time he'd seen Leia, she'd kissed him. The last time he'd seen Leia she was watching him be lowered into the chamber, defeated but still defiant. The last time—]

Leia?

[Hoarse, raw, not completely sure if this is real—is that really Leia, there, in the middle of the sidewalk? There's only one way to find out: he moves, reaches a gentle hand out for her, tentative and hopeful.]

Kaylyn Duffy (K31) - Original Character

[k31rfree]

[Heropa]

[It hadn't been the first time K31 had stood in the middle of a crowded street, she had made it a habit and a talent to be able to blend well in public. Heropa seemed to be at a pace that was well manageable. Small. Peaceful.

But it was absolutely the first time she had been surrounded by... well...]

[She was familiar with the general array. Reptiles, Mammals and the like. But now in the city of Heropa she was pleasantly overwhelmed by all of them. Even some that looked a little fantastical, jazzed in particularly odd costumes. Was this supposed to be a joke? No one in this town seems fazed by the free roaming fuzzy monsters. Not that she was complaining.]

[She crouches down with some local children at a pen of unassuming puppies. And perhaps even kittens, it wasn't really clear the way they all were scampering about. Her mouth hangs open weak even at the sight of them. A small brown canine in particular.]

[The urge to pet is strong.]

Oh... my goodness.



VIDEO

[The screen is blank for a moment before flicking on suddenly, revealing her face, brows furrowed with concentration as she turns the camera in her hand curiously. It's clear that she has no skill in handling technology and makes quick work to almost drop the thing before placing it on the table in front of her. She's talking, but almost as though to herself and not like she has broadcast it to anyone who can see.]

Is this working? It must be. Right? I feel rather exposed doing this...

1/???

[d33tached]

[No way.]

GREGG LEE | Night in the Woods

[greggrulzok]

Maurtia Falls: CRIMESTOPPER STOPPIN CRIMES

[ Gregg's not really the big hero type, but when he gets a stupid idea into his head, there's not many people who can get him to back down on it. That's why he's stalking the Maurtia Falls speedster on his shitty bike. He's by no means keeping up with him, but he's keeping an eye out as he rides around the city into dusk, waiting for his chance.

He spots him across the street and decides to try out his sick new powers, holding out his hand and watching as an also shitty baseball bat with a nail sticking out of it (but not in a useful way) materializes from thin air. Holding the handles of his bike with one hand, and the nailbat in the other, he tears across the street... and nearly runs over a crossing pedestrian. ]

Shit shit shit! SORRY!

[ He's crashed into a trash can :( ]


Also Maurtia Falls: THINGS I BOUGHT AT SHEETZ

[ Today in your local beloved Pennsylvanian convenience store of choice, there is a dude in a leather jacket and Pickelhaube with an anarchy sticker slapped over it. He's tapping his feet and humming along absently with the tinny pop song playing on the store radio while he goes back and forth between different Slurpee taps, filling a gallon jug with colorful layers of frozen fruit flavor and eating a hot dog that he definitely just took off the hot rollers, sans bun. Someone should probably stop him before he-- oh no, there he goes. He's chugging the Slurpee. ]

Auuuuughhh brainfreeze!

brainfreeze nightmares

[bikeshorts]

[ Someone's going to laugh at this unfortunate scenario, or at least scoff and just let the guy suffer the same way that many victims have before him. And what does this young blue-haired girl do, moving away from the shelf she had been inspecting and over to where he is? ]

Put your tongue to the roof of your mouth! You need to warm it! [ Give quick advice, of course. ] If that doesn't work, take a bite out of your food and use the heat from that!

[ Hope you enjoy it coming from someone rather younger than you, Gregg. Who sounds like she knows far too much about brainfreezes. ]

Shadow Moon | American Gods (let me know if you don't want spoilers, I'll happily avoid)

[shadohdamn]

1. HEROPA

Shadow isn’t an unobtrusive guy. He’s tall, present - there’s a reason why a guy like Wednesday might look at him and think yeah, him. He’s the guy I need to have my back. Generally, though, Shadow is aware that attracting attention isn’t a good thing, and that’s as true out of jail as in it. Attention made you memorable, made witnesses, attention got you marked and monitored. And after his life the past week?

Yeah, he’s really ready to go fucking unnoticed, for a while.

So sure, he’s walking down the street with some kinda deep-fried thing, and there’s a leather jacket slung over his shoulder, and a cold bottle of water tucked under his arm as he picks at aforementioned deep-fried something. The condensation rolls down the side of the bottle, and he stops, looking art someone who seems to not be doing so good in the heat. Sunburn, sweating, maybe they just aren’t looking their best.

“Hey.” The bottle is still sealed, and he tosses it their way. Maybe he needs to work on his fucking karma.


2. NETWORK.
Plus side: I guess everyone on this network has had some really fucking weird days.

Down side: I’m guessing we’re all totally screwed on how believable any of our stories are, when we casually step into another world. And I don’t mean like paper qualifications and personal history, I mean the bullshit everyone starts spewing after a few drinks.

3. WILDCARD. Anything, anywhere, do the thinning.

( ooc: prose or brackets are fine :]b )

I'm good for spoilers

[articulations]

Are you trying to tell us something about yourself then?

Natsume Sakasaki | Ensemble Stars

[stagemagic]

Heropa

[ Now this is unusual situation to come across; not the dog parade, of course, there's nothing too abnormal there, but the pachyderm decorated with dalmatian spots, and a second pair of less impressive ears dangling limply from a headband strapped to the poor beast's head. Natsume has only ever seen an elephant in person once in his life, and that wasn't nearly from such a close vantage point.

He smiles as he absentmindedly pats the elephant turned dog on the side, and takes in the sight of all the other strangely dogified animals being paraded down the street.

What mad genius thought up this? ]

It's a shame I don't happen to have a peanut at the moment.

De Chima

A.

[ Natsume hasn't bothered to pick up any actual flowers yet, but he has been given a pamphlet that is chocked full of flower meanings with handy images of the flowers next to them. Shame that some of them are so small he can barely see what the flower is. Still, it's nice to know he has such delicate ways of declaring war on people now at his disposal.

He's never going to use this, but he will make a passing comment to whoever he happens to be standing close to. ]

Who knew that flowers were so expressive?

B.

[ Natsume didn't even buy this rose, it was offered to him by an inventor masquerading as a street vender. He's been standing there mildly perplexed by the gift for a few seconds as he turns it over in this hand before-- ]

Ah!

[ He sticks himself. Wincing he drops the flower on the ground. Who the hell gives out roses they haven't bothered to remove the thorns from? He was never all that fond of flowers anyway, so forget it. He didn't really want this in the first place. ]

De Chima, B

[bindsthedead]

[Sabriel looks up in concern at the noise, before realizing he just pricked his finger.]

Be careful- people are handing out all sorts of odd things these days. [And after recent events, biological engineering has lost some of its luster. At least they're not being attacked by plant monsters.]

olivia moore / iZombie

[seerbellum]

heropa

[ So who is Olivia Moore today? Surprisingly enough, she's herself. There's no impulses acting against her own, no overly cheerful coffee store owner or jealous ex laying claim on her. Because she hasn't fed since her arrival.

But now she is.

Though, it's not brains she's currently chowing down on. The ice cream in her hand? Totally brain free. Liv only has eyes for this thing, the creamy, soft cold chocolate ice cream encased by a crunchy waffle cone. In the heat, a trickle of melted goodness runs down her fingers which she happily licks clean, eyes closed in obvious joy. ]

Oh, how I have missed you...

[ Liv had never wanted to be a zombie, she'd never had much of a choice in the matter, it had upended her life in almost ever single way. Not all bad, but there was so much she'd missed about being a human. Little things. Like ice cream. Food with no brainy aftertaste, masked under layers of hot sauce. ]

/screams into the void

[majorlyugh]

[One of the biggest benefits of being (mostly) human again is being able to eat "regular" food. During his short stint so far, Major's realized that he does need to chow down on some brains every so often, usually about once a month, but that he otherwise singularly prefers normal, honest-to-goodness human food. As in .. FOR humans, not FROM humans.

Ice cream has always been high on the list of Major's Favorite Foods, and he can remember the almost-better-than-sex taste, feeling, sensation of eating it for the first time as soon as he'd arrived. It was .. mind-blowing. Sensational. Ridiculous. He just about screamed out loud in the middle of the store, and it was only remembering how terrifying that'd be the other patrons that kept from doing so (at the last minute). So he's made himself a frequent customer of said ice cream parlor, so much so that he's even gotten his own "buy 10 get 1 free!" card; it's his second card, and he's already got 8 holes punched in the thing.

As he walks through the door, greeted by the familiar sound of the bell that jingles overhead, he anticipates the almost disgustingly rich taste of the ice cream melting in his mouth. He's tried a good amount of flavors, though he still has about five or six to go before he's tried them all. He's practically salivating at the thought of today's flavor, Moose Tracks.

The last thing Major expects, however, is to see a very familiar face amongst the crowd, one he could pick out and find just about anywhere, without issue, instantaneously. And it looks like she's enjoying a cone as much as he had planned to, though any hunger he might have had has quickly dissipated. He stops a foot or so away from the door, watching her - quiet, at first; a combination of being floored to see her and being overjoyed, allowing himself a different kind of indulgence - the gift (and really, it is a gift) of simply being able to watch her.

Eventually, he can't stand to stay in the shadows and, after grabbing a handful of napkins, circles around to come up behind her. Holding one of the napkins out, he leans in a bit close over her shoulder - though not close enough that she could clock him if she wanted.]

You know, it's really unladylike to be straight-up making out with an ice cream cone in public. I mean, you could have at least waited until you were home to do it. Or hiding in the shadows or something.

starfire | teen titans (2003 animated)

[starbolts]

[heropa]
[There is an alien girl standing at a table, several small puppies squirming in her arms. She giggles and nuzzles them all.]

Please, everyone, come meet our furry friends! They wish to tackle you , chew your shoes, and lick your faces!

[There is a chorus of happy yapping...and one meow. Huh.]

[de chima]
[What a lovely day! Starfire is thrilled as she browses the flowers, immediately gravitating to the lillies. Not long after she places them in her satchel and takes to the skies, a flock of birds falls into formation behind her. She drifts in different directions, but they do not leave. She spins in the air to face them, puzzled when they simply stare back.]

Oh, you poor birds! You must have lost your way. I am afraid I am not your mother or your flock leader.

[nonah]
[It's teamup time! Starfire wrinkles her nose during some portions of the sales pitch, but meeting new allies would be welcome in this place. She greets her partner with a bright smile and a seriously bruising attempt at an iron handshake.]

Hello, my new heroic friend! I am called Starfire, and what is your name?

de chima

[snarkbot]

[ Skeets had (briefly) met his world's Starfire but his world's isn't the same as this one, so Skeets isn't sure if his recognition software is malfunctioning or if there actually is something vaguely familiar about the Tamaranean-esque appearance.

So the little gold robot flies down to investigate. ]

I am not sure the birds can understand English, ma'am.

Kassard Armis | OC

[armis_and_dangerous]

Heropa

[There are a few different ways to react upon getting dragged into a strange world and being told you have superpowers. Kassard's opted for denial. Of course he can't do anything a normal human couldn't do with sufficient training, he's not a witch! And he's not in a different world, just in a different part of it- one with far more advanced technology that he's eager to investigate!

His papers have been tossed away, and he's listening to a local talk about imPorts with a smile that looks more like a grimace as he mentally translates things into terms that make more sense to him. Witches are coming here from someplace else, and allowed to roam free, causing problems and then taking credit for fixing them.

Clearly, there's a need for people like him. He just tries to ignore all the animals. ImPorts who seem obviously out of place will be regarded with suspicion but it's easy for him to mistake those who blend in with natives to approach, even if he's sweating and obviously out of place in an anachronistic uniform that wasn't made with Florida summers in mind.]

These.. imPorts- [His distaste is audible.] Are people really so accepting of their own free will, or or is something- or someone- forcing them?

Maurtia Falls

[Kassard's not familiar with powers that grant enhanced physical abilities- but he catches on fast enough, even if he can't catch the pickpocket until he stops to rest.

At which point the would-be pickpocket with find himself tackled, Kassard's knee digging into his stomach as he presses the muzzle of his pistol into the man's neck, his free hand yanking hard enough on the man's arm to make him start groaning in pain.]

Don't move, witch. What makes you think you could take advantage of decent people without consequences?

heropa

[cigarbribery]

[Unlike Kassard, Foggy's decided to shuck off the uncomfortable suit jacket, because he doesn't want to roast in the Florida sun on his first day here. He's happily petting a dog and asking after its health and if he can take it home like right now when a guy in a very anachronistic uniform comes up to him.

Foggy blinks at him.]

I—don't really know? [A shrug.] Generally speaking, most people are pretty accepting. There's some who aren't, but that's just par for the course. [The dog licks at his hand. Foggy laughs, scratches him behind the ears, then glances up at the guy once more.] But, well, how would I know? This isn't really my world.

lestat de lioncourt • anne rice don't look

[youresovein]

1. de chima, nighttime, surrounded by reporters

[ Now here's someone who looks right at home in a crowd. The violet sunglasses Lestat's wearing (despite the sun having gone down well over an hour ago) are the one splash of color against the rest of his outfit: black leather jacket, black casually expensive t-shirt, tight black jeans. It's a look that adds some legitimacy to the whole "I'm a vampire rock star, ask me anything" nature of this little impromptu press conference, absurd as that claim sounds.

But the absurdity is exactly what he's counting on, reveling in the little thrill that comes with hiding in plain sight as he answers the very mundane interview questions with brazenly cheerful honesty. ]

Let's see! I've always had a weakness for brunettes, there's nothing on earth like New Orleans cuisine, and— [ with a smile that seems to suggest that perhaps he is simply too famous to wear underwear ] —well, I'm afraid there are some secrets I intend to keep for now. Next question! Don't be shy.

[ He walks out of it all with three competing modeling offers from conditioner brands. Well, all right, this could be going worse. ]

2. anywhere selfie sticks are sold

[ Some time later, away from the paparazzi, he watches a pair of tourists taking a photo with a selfie stick. ]

Human ingenuity will never cease to amaze me. [ And, turning to address whoever happens to be near him with a gleam in his eye that suggests wildly poor impulse control: ] Where do you think I could get one of those at this hour?

[ are there all-night selfie stick stores or— ]

3. what's french for wildcard

[ whenever, wherever, we're meant to be together. hmu if you wanna discuss a thing! ]

2.

[slightlyoffchilt]

At -- [Clock check by whipping out his own smartphone for its unique time-telling function, something that no mere wristwatch can deliver.] One in the morning? You're better off just taping the damn thing to a literal stick.

[Chilton then reconsidered, and offered a helpful shrug.]

Or order one online, I suppose.

RAY GILLETTE | archer

[handycapable]

HEROPA

Oh my God this is the most precious thing I have ever seen. [ Hyperbolic much? Ray corrects himself after a beat: ] Well okay, not ever. God, that'd be sad. But still--

[ Probably at least the most precious thing Ray has seen in the past ten minutes, so that counts for something. Because who doesn't love puppies? The company he usually keeps is never that adorable, but they aren't here, either... so needless to say someone's enjoying himself so far. Ray crouches down to one knee so he can scratch a little pomeranian behind the ears. ]

Awwww, aren't you just the most darling-- Jesus Christ, what the hell happened to that one?! [ He's looking at a gator gussied up to vaguely resemble a dog, looking appropriately disconcerted before he realizes. ] Oh. My mistake, it's just a... well, shit.

MAURTIA FALLS

[ Ray is just minding his own business for the most part, looking for a convenient, inexpensive (and hopefully clean) bar at which to daydrink just a little, when he has the honor of being mugged at superspeed. Fun! ]

Hey! What're you-- Jesus, fine, keep it! [ But then it hits him... ] Wait a minute-- God damn it, I was gonna get a drink, you asshole!

[ Ray might even be able to catch up to pickpocket fairly easy with his bionic legs, but the problem is just that he doesn't really feel like it. There wasn't really much of value in that wallet anyway, nothing that can't be easily replaced save for a couple of $20s in cash. So he just stands there looking irritated, pulling a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket and lighting up. ]

For crying out loud, it's broad daylight.

heropa

[slightlyoffchilt]

We must have a similar sentiment when it comes to dogs.

[Came the lazy drawl of Chilton, as he strolled up from behind. He had only heard the well, shit part of Ray's monologue, however.]

Which only speaks to your good taste.

Ahsoka Tano l Star Wars

[attorn]

[ooc: Note that I am still getting through season two so I'm very new with her. idk if I will even actually app but. Thought it might be fun to throw her into this anyway.]

Heropa:

....This is a lot of dogs.

[Wait. That's.....that is a cat. And that one is an alligator? Why are they dressing the animals up like dogs? Ahsoka is not sure she gets it. What is going on, someone please explain? She doesn't think any of the humans she met ever mentioned something like this if it is some sort of strange holiday thing.

But then. This is like some sort of past/alternate version of Earth, so maybe it is a thing here. Ahsoka just sort of. Stares before rushing over to stop a younger kid getting too close to the alligator (why is that even out in public like this?)]

De Chima:

Um, I....think that's probably enough questions.....?

[But nope. The fans still crowd. Of course they do. After all, Ahsoka is kind of an obvious off-worlder here. Obviously an imPort and not a human, given her appearance. Let alone the particular weapon she has on her person at her hip. Not that she's about to attack them to scare them off with her light saber, but even so.]

[OR find her admiring the flowers and ending up appearing rather colourful, thanks to the daisies. She's usually perhaps a little more colourful than most but this is still a whole new level to it. And she isn't too pleased about it.]

Wh--how did this? Really?

Maurtia Falls:

[Well. This seems more familiar. Okay, this isn't going after droids. But this she can do. Jedi are supposed to be Peace Keepers and all. So Ahsoka takes chase, running after the pickpocket, lightsaber in hand. Help her, jump out of her way as she sprints after the pickpocket, yell which direction he went in?

Wait. She might have to stop to help that grandma back to the footpath there. Give her a second.]

Nonah:

Wait, where are we -- what?

[She was just wandering, exploring the different cities and now suddenly she is dragged over to the audition station with no idea what is going on. Save her? Partner with her and help her out? Laugh at her misfortune here?]

Maurtia Falls

[generalgrievous]

[And while Ahsoka is dashing after the petty culprit a perhaps worse sight greets her along the way. Grievous, newly moved to Maurtia Falls, is striding along the sidewalk in full cyborg form. But he halts when he spots Ahsoka and he says just one bitterly spoken word.]

Jedi.

Jen Andrews | The Once & Future Nerd

[bikinimail]

Heropa

[ Florida is a lot hotter than Pennsylvania, and hotter than Iorden, too. Add to that the fact that Jen has never actually seen any ocean before, and there's only one possible place to find her: the beach. She doesn't have a bathing suit yet, still wearing the leather armor Regan gave her, but she's abandoned her shoes and sword and is standing at the edge of the water with her toes in the sand. This is nice. Nothing could make this feel any better. ]

Maurtia Falls

[ Jen has never heard of a city called Maurtia Falls, but then she doesn't claim to know every town in Pennsylvania. She'd just gone up there to see if she could find her way home to Lackawanna. Problem was, Lackawanna doesn't seem to exist here. And so Jen returns to Maurtia Falls, crestfallen and feeling a little lost.

Just then, a brown blur speeds by, stealing Jen's purse. She grits her teeth angrily. ]

Oh no, you don't. Not after the day I've had!

[ He might be fast, but can he outrun lightning? Jen holds her hand out towards the retreating blur and casts the only offensive spell she knows, sending a burst of lightning shooting out from her fingertips to shock the speeding bandit.

She might have overdone it. Control is not the easiest thing with lightning. The speedster might be dead... Oops? ]

Network

I can't tell you how good it is to be somewhere with cell phones again! but I have an important favor to ask. does anybody have a charger I can borrow for my ipod? whatever the second newest generation is, before they came out with the color ones.

maurtia falls

[instigations]

[ The speedster ends up as a charred heap on the sidewalk, limbs twitching in what might be almost-consciousness, might be aftereffects of being electrocuted. Either way, there's a man standing over the unfortunate thief and prodding him with one shoe.

After a moment he looks up and flashes Jen a grin, apparently unperturbed by the display of magic. If anything, he looks weirdly pleased. ]

Now that I didn't expect! Do you always flash-fry those you don't like? It's very effective, I don't think he's going to be stealing anything else now. Aah... I was worried I was going to be really bored here!

Inquisitor Trevelyan - Dragon Age: Inquisition

[dreadinquisitor]

01: Heropa -

Leave it to Maxwell to manage to find the one bear at the dog festival. It was so much like home, he might have felt homesick... if he weren't so busy running for his life.

"Look out!" Maxwell shouted as he sprinted through the crowds, waving people aside with one hand. With the other - glowing a faint green - he reached back and managed to stall the animal momentarily with a small, stunning blast. But only momentarily. Shaking its great, shaggy head it lumbered after him, roaring disapproval. "Move!"

Fortunately or not, the beast was entirely fixed on him, ignoring everyone else scrambling out of the way to chase Maxwell through the park. Hitting a large, decorative fountain they reached an impasse, circling on each other, one way, then the other.

"This isn't the Hinderlands," Maxwell tried to reason with the bear over the dancing water. "You wouldn't even know those bears!"

But that seemed the wrong thing to say, as the bear gave up on trying to chase Maxwell around and instead barreled into the fountain, splashing water everywhere in waves.

"Maker's balls."


03: Maurtia Falls -

Living with rogues (living with Sara, specifically), Maxwell had gotten very good at holding onto what was his. And while he hadn't quite figured out how to make a bee mine work in this place, he'd found an almost as good deterrent to hide in his coin pouch.

Somewhere, he hoped Sara was smiling, approving, as the stink bomb went off, stopping Maxwell's would-be-assailant in his tracks. The man coughed and retched, the small leather pouch falling from his hands.

From the (thankfully downwind) sidewalk a few feet away, Maxwell chuckled, "You wouldn't last a day in Skyhold."

Heropa

[flightforfreedom]

As if sent from Heaven itself, an arm suddenly appeared from the sky, thrusting down in an open offer of rescue.

From ... A man on a flying rug.

"Grab on, bud, I got you!"

giorno giovanna / vento aureo

[tropism]

DE CHIMA - ROSES

[ congratulations, there is no a teenager stuck to your side. be grateful. he looks a cross between entirely displeased but completely unwilling to leave you, and wherever you go, he will follow. it stars innocuously as some innocent (innocent?) stalking. later on, it evolves to him not so subtly just following your character wherever they go. giorno will explain himself as such with a dry tone: ]

Listen, rule of friendship means the two of us are now eternally bound. Somehow, this is law now, so I hope you're ready for us to spend a wonderful time together.


MAURTIA FALLS

[ not really interested with mr pickpocket there, though he does help a few of the old ladies who were knocked down. as a fellow criminal himself, his only concern with mr pickpocket is the fact that he does his job poorly, but whatever. nobody's in the midst of dying.

he's walking to explore this fascinating city when someone makes the mistake of trying to corner him in an alleyway. giorno takes off in annoyance, and the next time they try to catch him in an alleyway, he is gone; instead, a tree blocks their view, the branches spread out and fanned across the sky as he takes the route up above the cafe roofs and down into the main streets again. sweet. ]


NETWORK

Blond Hip Teen Looking For New Friends. Must like musicals, maybe crime, though the latter's not a requirement, I just like the Godfather. If you're from Italy, let's talk. I happen to be an illustrious citizen of Naples and I'm down for some nostalgic conversation.

Otherwise, come with your resume, and I'll interview you.


WILDCARD

[ hit me up. pm me with this journal or pp via niphablepsia for plotting. ]

De Chima

[bindsthedead]

[The young woman he's following looks torn between exasperation and amusement.]

I have to admit, I've never heard of that law. Are you going to follow me all the way home?

alex fierro ( magnus chase & the etc )

[garotted]

( heropa )

[ there's a.. girl? maybe? probably a girl. anyway, there's a girl with green hair seated on a low wall across from the adoption area, booted ankles crossed and sipping on a free drink. this is not her first free item, nor will it be her last-- after her years spent homeless, alex is extremely good at the sneaking free items bit. why steal when you can just come back looking like a different person for another sample, after all?

anyway, she's watching the small gator and several children interact with what looks like rapt fascination. florida, man, it's a weird place even in alternate universes, apparently.

her glance flicks up as someone nears, eyes--one amber, one brown--sharp and assessing, before offering a lift of her chin in greeting. she nods toward the gator a moment later, something like smug amusement tilting her mouth. ] I'm giving it another ten minutes before someone loses a finger. [ she's.. probably kidding. maybe. and she'll probably step up and chase the kids away if it really starts looking irritable, but. you know. ]

( de chima )

[ there are people in his face, excited, asking questions, and he absolutely hates it. it's probably painfully obvious, too, from the faces he's making and the way he's trying to push his way through the little crowd that's formed. he just wants some peace and quiet, and for people not to shout really personal questions at his face about his relationship with his parents.

finally, he's had enough. there's a moment, a shimmer across his skin that only those close to him will see, and then-- he's gone.

not gone, as a little black cat comes streaking out of the crowd like a bat out of hell. he dodges feet and legs, trying to get away before they realize what's happened, and winds up practically smacking into an unexpected ankle on the opposite sidewalk. ]

Ouch! [ yes, that voice did just come from the cat. probably an import, then. ] Hey! [ the cat lifts its face, and felines shouldn't be able to scowl, but somehow this one definitely is. ] Watch where you're going, didn't you know this is a cat crossing? [ this is definitely not a cat crossing. ]

( network )

What options do teenagers that don't register have for work/housing here?
Asking for a friend.

( wildcard )

[ don't like any of these options? hit me with something else! ]

Network

[bindsthedead]

There are local and imPort run businesses that will hire you. And you can stay in the provided housing- in theory, your Registered housemates could kick you out, but no ones actually done that.

Waldo Butters | The Dresden Files

[polkayoureyesout]

De Chima
[Butters looks slightly disoriented. That may be why he actually pauses to answer the questions he's asked.]

I don't know, something about vision, I never thought about it, I have a girlfriend, and, uh, that's kind of personal. Could you stand back? I just got here and if you could tell me where to find Shady Acres funeral home that would be great.

[After a bit of wandering, he starts noticing that not all the flowers are remotely normal. The daisies get him first and he yelps as neon green spreads up his arm. Yanking his arm back, the roses snag him.

He looks up and forgets everything he's been worrying about for a moment.]

Hey. Do you know a good place to eat here?
[It's a good enough excuse to stand close to that person. He suddenly realizes he's bright green with clashing purple nails and hair. He waves a hand, indicating himself and his smile becomes pained.]

I know, right? It's not contagious, I promise.

Network

If this was some kind of manufactured illusion, how would we know?
Don't get me wrong, I'm prepared to believe all sorts of ridiculous things including parallel universes. I just want to know if this isn't real. Anyone have an idea how to determine these things? Even if you might have a more supernatural explanation than most people would believe?

Network

[armis_and_dangerous]

Some powerful mind-witches, or telepaths- whatever you want to call them, they can create illusions. But nothing so extensive without flaws.

What concerns me is how docile many people are. Witches- imPorts- show up and go on rampages, and these people just accept it, and don't do anything to control them?

galen erso ( star wars )

[crystallon]

( de chima )

[ despite the fact that he's technically had time to adjust to his arrival here, galen is still admittedly feeling.. overwhelmed. after more than a decade essentially imprisoned on a small base on a planet of near-perpetual twilight, all this freedom is surprisingly exhausting. technically, he can go anywhere, do anything, speak to anyone, and he doesn't have to control every word he speaks, every gesture he makes, every expression that crosses his features. there is no orson krennic or empire here, and nothing that he has to hide any longer.

it's not the reassurance he hoped it might be.

still, he's.. managing. it helps--a little--to focus on other things. things from his life before eadu, before krennic, even. ]

These flowers should be misted. [ he's leaning over a display of some of the more exotic plants, supported by a cane. the injuries he'd received on eadu had killed him, or would have, he knows, shrapnel bleeding him out so swiftly that he'd barely had time to register the pain and the cold. --he'd awakened in a hospital here, the recipient of swift and impressive medical treatment, and now he's.. managing. his leg's probably never going to be the same, and he has scars that will never go away, but considering the fact that he'd been minutes or seconds away from death, well.. he's impressed. (not entirely certain that he's grateful, though. he'd been ready for oblivion.)

he touches fingers gently to the petals of a flower he's never seen before, brown eyes soft and curious in his otherwise-expressionless face as he turns to a figure near him. ] .. Do you know what this is? I expect it's something only native to this planet.

( heropa )

[ while he's not exactly a pet person, galen's nevertheless found himself drawn to a tired, shaggy-looking older dog with a white muzzle, and is certainly self-aware enough to realize that it's because he feels a bit like the poor thing looks. himself in dog form, even.

he can therefore be found a bit later seated somewhere near the adoption event with the dog in question. cane leaning against the chair and canine head on his knee, he's patiently rubbing the droopy black ears, giving the dog the attention no one else really seems interested in offering it. puppies seem to be the more popular option, after all.

the dog sighs, leaning more heavily against galen's leg, and he winces a little at the ache even as his lips quirk up faintly. he might be.. a little bit of a pet person, after all. ]

/screams - de chima

[kestreldawn]

[Settling into something akin to civilian life has been an odd experience overall for Jyn. It's come in small, barely recognizable waves - not always carrying every weapon in case of attack; no longer sleeping with said weapons within arm's reach or under her pillow at night; having dreams for once; helping with household chores alongside her fellow housemates; learning how to cook; and so on. She'll never completely rid herself of being a soldier - after all, if she were to try to do so, she'd more or less cease to exist. Given that the very essence of who she is, how she'd managed to survive all those years, is intricately entangled with her life in a constant warzone, she can only readapt who she'd been before; she can't abandon it all together.

But she's been branching out as best she can, learning what it means to live in a world of very general peace. At least, it's better than her home galaxy. There's no Empire here, though the Porters have been fit to regurgitate a couple of those who'd proudly fly the Empire's banners if they could. And this particular day, she thinks she might do something she'd always seen in the holodramas she'd watch as a young child: pick up some flowers to bring home to adorn the kitchen table.

She's not as keenly observant as she'd been before, which has probably been the most drastic change of them all. She's no longer scouring every room, every sidewalk, every shop before entering - though she's still always aware of her surroundings, the nearest exit, what she'd do in case of an emergency. So she hasn't noticed the overwhelmingly familiar man at her back, not until she hears him speaking to the owner of the shop.

His voice cuts through her like the plasma blade of a lightsaber, and she almost drops the terra cotta pot she's now white-knuckling in her grasp. It wouldn't be unheard of for there to be similarities between imPorts and natives alike, and she's certainly thought she'd seen her father's face in the crowds at ceremonies before, though none had turned out to be him. But this - this voice - it's one that blinds her like a flash of lightning, emptying her lungs of air, freezing the blood in her body. She slowly turns to steal a furtive glance at the man from over her shoulder, pretending as though she's curious as to what kind of plant he might be speaking of, and there's no mistaking it.

It's her Papa.

The owner notices Jyn and shares a curious look, though she doesn't address her. Jyn turns back around, placing the pot in her hand back down on the shelf, then grabs a bouquet of mixed flowers nearby. She walks up to the counter where her Papa is standing, placing the bouquet down by the till. She glances at the flower he's asked about, and, as though he was nothing more than a stranger, she answers him.]

It's a Stargazer Lily. [How's that for irony?] They like the bask in sunlight.

Chirrut Imwe | Rogue One: A Star Wars Story

[whilloftheforce]

HEROPA | DOG DAY AFTERNOON

Dogs!
Dogs everywhere!

He doesn't know what kind of dogs he has surrounding him, only that he wants to take them home. Some of them are soft, fluffy, and bark when he holds them. Others are scaly with patches of fur and sharp teeth. It's these he likes best, holding one about the size of his forearm close to his chest.

"Excuse me-" He grasps at a stranger's arm, holding out his new "dog" to the stranger. "Can you hold my dog while I finish his adoption papers?"


DE CHIMA | BEAU-QUET

Flowers were something of a rarity on Jedha. The cold desert planet didn't grow much in the way of life, most of the scrublands and cacti producing no flowers except for once in a blue moon. Which is saying something, as Jedha was the moon.

But the vendors are kind in letting him stop and feel each flower, to take in their fragrance, letting him dither and dally as he builds a bouquet for Baze. Even if he has not come across him in this world, he can, at the very least, prepare.

He makes the mistake, however, of grabbing a rose by the stem. The prick of the thorn making him bleed. Instinctively, he sticks his finger in his mouth to suck on the bleeding wound, turning to the person nearest him.

"Do all flowers bite like that?"

Heropa

[polkayoureyesout]

Butters has certainly seen enough weirdness to be burnt out for the day- or almost burnt out. He hasn't been paying attention to the whole dog festival and almost takes the 'dog' from Chirrut's hands.

"Su..." His mouth freezes in an 'O'. "Um. That's an alligator. Or maybe a caiman. It's adorable. But not a dog."

horst cabal ● johannes cabal the necromancer ● all prompts are at night

[excrypted]

01 ● Heropa

[Here's hoping the dog show runs after sundown, because Horst is certainly interested and would be more than disappointed if he were to miss all the best puppies because of his vampiric intolerance for sunshine. Of course, once he slips out into the street after it's dark enough to be safe, he finds that most of the dogs really don't like him much.

Funny, they'd liked him plenty before he'd been turned.

Unfortunately for Horst, the old lore holds true and most of the dogs, unless they're particularly well-trained or just legitimately not a dog (Horst won't be tattling, in case any of the fakers are concerned) they mostly growl at him, or bark. When he finally finds one that seems ready to tolerate him, he's immediately crouching, reaching a pale hand out to the animal.]

There, there's a good dog. I promise, I don't bite. Not hard, anyway.

[Almost immediately, the dog's ears slide back and it's lips raise a little in nervous irritation, and Horst turns a sheepish look to the nearest person.]

Dodgy little creature, isn't it?

03 ● Maurtia Falls

[Whoever this superspeed criminal is, he's really starting to get on Horst's last nerve. Now, it's not like he's got any sort of objection to pickpocketing on principle, but all of these unintended consequences are really starting to get on his last nerve. In the speed department, Horst is no slouch himself, but after a few attempts to catch up with the speedster so he can properly put his (or her, perhaps, if he's lucky) nose out of joint over the whole matter, one way or another, he realizes he's out of his depth on the speed end of things.

So, he contents himself with cleaning up after the villain, reaching out and catching little old ladies in his arms before they can stumble into traffic, seeming to blur into existence beside victims and standing up to hand them anything they'd dropped in their jostling with a bright grin.]

That looked upsetting. Are you alright there?

0* ● Network

Don't suppose that, with all this modern technology, they've come up with some way to block out the sun during the day? Not for everyone, mind, just for one person. Like a portable bubble of night.

Heropa

[beyondthegreen]

[As Tefé's attention turns towards man and animal, the dog's eyes turn towards her, giving her a bit of the old whale-eye. Smelling her on top of Horst's own scent is more than enough for the little guy, who backs up a couple steps before turning tail and fleeing down the street.

Animals never really liked her, either. Tefé doesn't really look impressed when she remarks:]

Not exactly doing a great job of being man's best friend.

trish walker • mcu

[wouldificould]

heropa

[ Trish always wanted a pet when she was younger. But her mother constantly came up with excuses as to why she couldn't have one. No room in the apartment. Her schedule was too busy. They just had new flooring put in. She was too irresponsible. And then Dorothy adopted Jessica and isn't a sister better than a pet?

And while her mother is firmly out of her life, there's still no pet to speak of. But she's perpetually busy, and that wouldn't be fair to an animal, right? The only time she's considered getting a dog in recent years is when she thought about getting one for protection. That's impractical, though, especially when technology is sufficient for the job.

Maybe she shouldn't be thinking about getting a dog now, in this new world, but there's no harm in window-shopping. Minus the windows. She stops in front of one poor "dog", her eyebrow cocked in consternation. ]

Excuse me? [ She's trying to get the owner's attention. ] I'm pretty sure gluing fur to an animal is considered cruelty.

de chima

[ Glad-handing fans and the press is nothing new for Trish. It's part and parcel for how her life has been. At least, how it's been for longer than it hasn't been. She's put up with a lot -- innocuous questions, lewd statements, utterly bizarre interjections. A few questions about what she likes to eat and what she likes to sleep in don't really faze her.

By now, though, she's clearly looking for a graceful way out. She shifts foot-to-foot in her heels, her smile growing more and more strained with each camera flash. ] Okay, okay. One more question and then I have to be going. Can't be late for my own show, can I?

wildcard

[ Come at her, bros. She can take what you've got to dish out. ]

[the_caped_crusader]

[Meanwhile, Bruce Wayne is busy being accosted by his own group of people. Still, there's something a little off about the questions...]

You're thinking of Tony Stark. He has a goatee. I'm Bruce Wayne. [Mumbling...] That's right, the other billionaire. [More mumbling...] I'm sorry, I don't know anything about your phone's apps, ma'am...

Odin | Fire Emblem: Fates

[shadowglitter]

HEROPA.
[ Odin's been in America for all of two or three hours, and he's already made a bit of a name for himself. He's taken to his new surroundings with all the elegence and grace of a frenetic, dying horse, rampaging through the streets with boundless excitement, downing free drinks and screaming in shock and delight at whatever new thing captures his interests. It's all pretty normal for him, but it gets ramped up to eleven as soon as he stumbles across the adoption fair. The second Odin lays eyes on those puppies, a tidal wave of joy just crashes over him. His arm is shaking as he points at the scene in front of him, and he all but jumps over natives and other imports to get a closer look. There are tears in his eyes. He's so happy. ]

BEASTS! [ Wow, that's loud. Odin throws his hands up at the sky, crying out. A few dogs are startled. ] The most loyal beasts of all! A man's best friend - a hero's finest companion! Truly, the Gods collaborated on their finest piece of work the day they created you... the noble hound! [ He grasps a puppy's paws, and it just sort of tilts its head at him. Odin's causing a scene, but he doesn't care. HE'S SO HAPPY

Or - he was. He sees that baby alligator, covered in faux fur, one of the cardboard ears stickytaped to its head starting to come loose. He screams. Louder than before, somehow. ]

An imposter! [ He reels back, raising his hands, preparing to fight. He grabs his wrist with his free hand at the last minute, dragging his arm back to his side. ] No - be calm, Odin! This fiend will receive justice - but not through death!

[ I guess he wants to kill the alligator? Well. ]

DE CHIMA.
[ Flowers! Sweet-smelling scents, the purest form of natural beauty! Ah, the wonders of the earth. Odin's more than happy to interrogate the guides about what feeling each flower represents, though he responds to each bit of information he's fed with a long spiel about how plants are often used by villainous warlocks to ensnare the senses and that he'll do his best to protect the world from such evildoers.

His attention is drawn to the roses, though, the ones that compel those pricked by their thorns to spend the day with another import. They're beautiful. Romantic. Just like him, Odin Dark, tragic heroic figure of the people. He grabs them about twenty at once, immediately accidentally pricks himself about a dozen times, and wobbles on his feet. And then he sees you. Oh dear. ]

Y... you...

You, there! Angel! You-- you divine being, descended from the Heavens themselves! [ He throws the roses in the air, letting them cascade down on him like a waterfall. He swoops to your side, grabs you by the waist and dips you in a very, very intimate dance. ] How-- how could I have been so blind? To foolishly believe the life I led until now was anything short of heartbreaking! You-- you are my muse, my faith, my future! Bare to me your naked soul, and allow me to cradle you in my unwavering, loyal embrace! Finally... I've found you, my beloved soulmate!

[ well. ]

NONAH.
[ So, Odin's already basically half naked. There really isn't a lot of room for advertising on his costume, seeing as it's about 90% black mesh. When he's told he can make a lot of money by just wearing socks and a bra or whatever, he privately decides it wouldn't really be much of a costume change, so sure, he's game. He nods along with the saleswoman like it's a brilliant idea. Sure, the garment of a hero should be sacred and immovable or whatever, but he also likes people knowing the name Odin Dark, and if he had it emblazened on his chest somewhere while wearing some sweet rainbow boxers that maybed glowed in the dark or something, that'd be pretty dope.

But, well. It turns out just wearing underwear and socks while fighting crime is a more embarrassing concept than he thought? He's been roped into wearing white boxers with red hearts on them, fluffy pink socks and a very long pink scarf, and now he's being trained to yell "C-Comfort at a reasonable price!" to passersby, and "Th-there's nothing quite as satisfying as solving crime, except for solving crime while moving with complete freedom down there!" to interested natives. He's pulling in some customers for whoever the hell he's advertising for, which, great, cool, awesome, but he also sort of wants to run away and hide. He bit off more than he can chew, here. He's only good at doing and saying stupid embarrassing things when it's on HIS terms.

So, when he finds an opening, he sneaks away, still completely undressed, though he's covered himself with his cape and he's clutching the rest of his clothes to his chest. Chances are, you'll find him here, awkwardly snaking through the streets of Nonah, avoiding the people looking for him because this spicy spicy lingerie absolutely weren't his to just walk away with. When he sees you - assuming you find him here, and not when he's making a fool of himself by advertising this nonsense in the first place - he, uh. Stares. ]

... Hi. I'm having a big day. This has been a big day for me. [ Despite the anxiety in his voice, he sounds more natural, like he's actually a normal person instead of a weird overdramatic garbageboy. ] This place is pretty crazy, huh?

wildcard.
[ or anything else. plurk is southpaws if you wanna plot anything else out ]

Nonah

[bindsthedead]

[Sabriel almost laughs at that, and at the sight of him. It's probably a little mean, but he looks ridiculous.]

You've no idea. And you can just tell them 'no'- you might need to repeat it a few times though.

Ashley Williams | Mass Effect

[cannotrest]

De Chima
[Ashley is, unusually, both organic and technological, circuitry gleaming green in her exposed skin and in the browns of her eyes, a headache forming from all of the technology now online with her. Still, she's worked under enough scrutiny and watched her more famous commander in enough live interviews to play nicely with her new fans.]

Ashley Williams. Office of Special Tactics and Reconnaissance. [Her mouth twists as she realizes that that instinctive company namedrop has no meaning here.] My favorite food is my mom's arroz con pollo - I can never get it quite like she makes it. My favorite flowers are birds of paradise - yeah, I saw the flower festival.

My preferred underwear styles? Excuse me?

[A little too personal. She squints somewhat; in her head, she reaches out through the network for the wannabe reporter's phone as it livestreams and shuts it down.]

Oh, no, your phone just turned off? I heard those things take forever to boot back up.

Nonah
[Sure, she can mess with someone's phone, but she can't use her powers to avoid being physically dragged into an audition station. Plopping down into a chair, she makes a face at the person before her.]

So I'm all for kicking someone's ass - wouldn't have joined the military if I wasn't - but I just got here: I don't think I even want a costume, let alone one with corporate sponsorship.

wildcard
[Bring your own adventure! Feel free to hit up my contact post or pohutukaryl if you'd like to plot.]

Nonah

[aloadeddie]

[ It's probably just coincidence, given the high ratio of military types among imPorts, but it still feels a little ironic to Arthur that he would end up with one of them in a booth like this, for a stupid corporate-sponsored "team up".

He pulls his hand out of the pocket of his slacks, where he's been absently fiddling with something, and offers it to her to shake. ]

And I got out of the military because I was tired of kicking ass, so imagine how I feel now that they want me to do it in front of a camera.

Chloe Frazer | Uncharted | let me know if you don't want Lost Legacy spoilers!

[mostlyprofessional]

Heropa
[Wandering through the fair with a koala on her shoulder, Chloe munches on a ball of deep fried salsa (what the hell, America? her friends' stories about food like this was another reason she's never been to the US before), looking around at all the different... 'dogs'.]

Oh, that is definitely not a dog; that's a monkey with an ear headband.

[And that makes her think of whom she's left behind. For a moment, she watches the monkey with a wistful look, and then she reaches up to pat her koala.]

'least I know where I can get rid of you and your mates.

Maurtia Falls
[The higher crime of this city makes it feel a bit more Chloe's style, but the way in which people commit those crimes... She's frowning as she people watches from an outdoor cafe table.]

Using super speed for pickpocketing is just showing off. If your lift technique is good, you shouldn't get caught walking away. Everyone's gonna notice the gust of wind and the blur.

[As said blur zooms past, the ruby on a beaded bracelet on her right wrist lights up and chimes. She watches the blur go past, her eyes catching on a little girl pushed into the road.]

Sloppy!

[Despite critiquing a criminal, she's immediately on her feet to help pull the kid out of the road.]

wildcard
[Bring your own adventure! Feel free to hit up my contact post or pohutukaryl if you'd like to plot.]

Heropa

[storyseeker]

[Elena's here covering the adoption event for one of the stations she's contracted with. Below her abilities and her pay grade, normally, but it involves doggies, so she's pretty glad to be here, actually. Once everything has wrapped, she makes her way through the area, giving out pats here and there—and stopping dead when she sees a familiar figure.]

Chloe? Is that you?

[She looks different (older?) from the mud-stained, blood-stained figure Elena remembers in Shambhala, but it's definitely her, and the sight makes her happy and apprehensive at the same time.]