I PUT THEM TO BED, NOW THEY ARE DREAMS, AND WE GO --

[maskormods]

T E S T D R I V E M E M E

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 ON THE TEST DRIVE MEME!

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. Many of the locals might thank you for always lending your service to the nation and their local troubles, while others might not say anything -- but if you have something nasty to say, better not say anything at all, right? That's just the Heropan way.

But despite the relatively small size and mostly easy-going population, this here is not a city immune to the urbane ways of the world. And Heropa, like the rest of the world, adheres to the calendar of this universe. You, fine imPort, have just happened to land squarely on SING LIKE YOU'RE IN A MUSICAL DAY! Wowee! Locals and tourist natives alike will conspire to cajole you into singing your GREATEST WISHES and CLOSING ACT songs. And, oh, you don't feel like singing? Then BEWARE of anyone spritzing a sweet-smelling yellow perfume at you -- that's a lasting vestige from the crumbled HEAVEN SCENT corporation, still on the market, and it will COMPEL YOU TO SING. Even if it's for a few minutes, you'll be singing a few bars. It's nothing personal, the locals just want you to feel like you belong.

Happy Sing Like You're In A Musical Day!

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! Those words have meaning here. 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 or recently published PLoS papers. 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. Some of them MAY ask if you personally know the De Chima Ambassador, Sam Merlotte. Beware if you answer in the affirmative; anything from personal questions about romantic chances to bedroom habits to dietary queries might come up!

If you wander the clean streets beneath those chrome and glass skyscrapers, you'll come upon the limited greenery clearing that De Chima possesses. You'll see a live demonstration in the middle of small Newton Park. A live demonstration! Of what, you ask! Of the start-up company DeCRYPTO CANINE! You'll find a fenced little area in the park fitted for a low-rise stage. On that stage are lots of dogs -- terriers, labradors, dachshunds, huskies, even a great dane or two. Around the collar of every one of these dogs is a glowing blue band encapsulated in a silver framing. When the demonstration begins (at the push of a big red button on a remote control), the glowing blue changes to yellow, to green, or to red -- all depending on the dog.

"Communication with our good canine buds!" Says the woman on the stage with the microphone and the remote. "DeCRYPTO CANINE translates blood pressure and adrenaline into mood, and mood into limited speech! At long last!"

Who let the dogs out? This woman, because she opened the fencing floodgates and these dogs ran to greet the waiting audience. Wagging tails -- green! And a computerized voice says "YOU ARE NEW HELLO I SMELL YOUR BUTT NOW WE ARE FRIENDS".

Whimpering, lowered tails -- yellow! Concern! "YOUR CROTCH SMELLS BAD. ARE YOU SICK."

Tense shoulders, hunched posture -- red! "BAD MAN BAD MAN BAD MAN!"

What will these dogs reveal about you?

03. Maurtia Falls, Pennsylvania has carried a reputation for ups and downs ever since imPorts began reappearing again, just those few years prior. Several imPort heroes have put focused efforts into cleaning up the streets of this somewhat infamous city, while a handful of others had 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 -- but that war waging is taking a turning tide thanks to the order and regulation established by Ambassador Petyr Baelish. Locals know him best for his library and his hardline on containing the criminal element. Trustworthy guy, they'll tell you. But one man's leadership isn't enough to clean up a troubled city in a year's time; everything from the classic bank heist to brutal bloodbaths can happen around the corner. You have to keep your eyes open and your mind sharp when you live in Maurtia Falls.

Case in point: the two cars screeching down the bust, bustling streets of this noir-styled city. A green car and a red car, both sedan styled, dodging and weaving through midday traffic like they had learned to drive at a bumper car rally. Not too far behind is the wail of several police sirens. You know that the police are too far away, that these speeding vehicles might make it to the off-ramp freeway and get home-free -- what do you do about it? Huh, hero? What do you do?

NOTHING
Just go about your business. Crazy day, huh?

CHASE THE GREEN CAR
Going 79 MPH in a 35 MPH zone, that'll be some chase. Careful about the other vehicles, parked cars, pedestrians. But when you catch up to the fleeing vehicle, beware: the lady in the passenger side is armed. The lady in the driver's seat is armed. The guy tied up in the trunk is not armed. These sunglass-wearing bounty hunters will fire at you, they are armed and dangerous. They are mean. They will not humor your shit. And they are hauling tail trying to...

CATCH THE RED CAR
If you pursue the red car first, you will find a very angry Bonnie and Clyde type couple with hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of diamonds and jewels in their backseat. They have a bazooka.

04. Nonah, North Carolina, has its own unique rhythm; it is 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. They probably already think they know what Ambassador Miles' favorite article of underwear is -- and it's probably a kinky assumption. Whoops!

If you prefer to dodge the unsavory bustle, take a walk downtown into the heartbeat district. There you can find the throbbing nightclubs and dazzling haute bars. And as a newly arrived imPort, you're invited to the VIP lounge of the hautest bar in town: THE TIPPING POINT. It is a very fancy affair, however, so if you're not dressed to the nines, you WILL be taken care of and given a designer suit or cocktail dress to borrow for the evening. All you have to do in return is smile for the cameras! And there WILL be cameras, along with B-List celebrities hobbing at your elbows. Lucky night for you if you're JUST at the legal drinking age, but not quite there -- this lounge doesn't card. So sit down, take your gin and tonic, and smile.

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Hera Syndulla | Star Wars

[phoenixleader]

01. MAURITA FALLS || Shut Up And Drive

[ She supposes it's not supposed to be any of her business. She's not exactly the type to go meddling in other smugglers and criminals' activities. After all, being on the Imperial wanted list for fighting for the freedom of the galaxy tends to dull your sense of illegal means unjust.

But when that red car nearly side-swipes her motorcycle in the middle of deliveries, she knows that this kind of pursuit isn't one she can take easy. She pulls her goggles on, revs up the bike, and takes off after the red car. With her newfound strength, if she can get ahead of it, she should be able to stop it with one punch to the hood. ]

It's not the Ghost, but...

[ But it's maneuverable enough to get through the throngs of traffic, to avoid the pitfalls the cop cars seem to be falling into to allow this to continue.

Hopefully, a door won't open up in front of her. Or a pedestrian get in her way. ]

02. NONAH || Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time

This was hardly a situation she wants to be in.

The bouncer for the nightclub had all but dragged her inside when she had walked past- and admittedly she had only gone with him to avoid the press and the throng of people asking her far too many personal questions about her and her non-human status. While the reprieve had been nice, the requirements for staying were enough to make her grit her teeth.

She'd been given a dress more suited for the nightclubs of the lower levels of coruscant than her own closet. A pair of heels, and a chained headress that nestles snugly between her lekku, decorating her in a way she has largely avoided for so long.

She purses her lips as she sips her drink (just water, she'd been clear about that), clearly unhappy about being dolled up and treated like an ornament for the multitudes of cameras. She's a Captain in the Rebellion, for Kriff's sake, not some dancing girl like so many unfortunate others of her species. Maybe once she's able to collect her practical clothes and blaster, she'll be able to sneak out the back.

For now, however, she might as well use the time to gather information.
"Excuse me." She puts on a flirtatious smile, gently touching a stranger's arm in the crowded nightclub. "Do you know what's good to drink? I'm not exactly from around here."

03. RANDOM ||

( Don't like what you see? Want something different? Drop me a line at peachkoala and we'll work something out. )

01

[articulations]

[ Her residence is in De Chima and yet sometimes Leia finds herself venturing beyond that through the Porters for specific goods. Each location has their own set of bakeries, she doesn't mind traveling weekly to see what's in stock, as long as she can have her fill of pastries filled with lemon or a platter of Apple crisp.

Having glanced both ways before crossing, the street had been clear of vehicles. Leia had begun to cross, the bag of goods in her arm, only to get halfway out into the street when suddenly she was a pedestrian getting in the way. With very little time to jump back out of the way, Leia instinctively braces for impact, every muscle and tendon tensed, her bag of pastries held tightly in her arms against her chest.

Oh no—

Without realizing what she's done, or called upon, the blue bubble forms around her like a protective barrier to shield her from the impending impact, shimmering and translucent. Thank the Force for unknowingly unlocking one of her abilities known as a Force Barrier. ]

Robo-KY | Guilty Gear

[ris_ky]

1. A Tragedy in Heropa

You were probably having a pretty alright day in Heropa. The sun is shining, the birds are probably singing, and soon enough it is all cut short by a terrible sound. A robotic voice, barely able to hold a tune, belting out some lyrics. "ROCKET MAAAAN!!! BURNIN' UP HIS FUSE UP HERE ALONE!" Absolutely destroying the tune of a beloved Elton John song, of course, is Robo-Ky. He had only needed to be prompted to sing, but now everyone was regretting it as his voice was so clearly electronic and not at all Vocaloid-like, just dissonant and really only better than Microsoft Sam in that he did have some manner of inflection to it.

He's got a microphone that is coming out of a hole on his chest, and he certainly seems to be enjoying himself. The natives are running away. It's so loud. Their ears are covered and everyone is the very picture of regret. They are so sorry.

2. STOP RIGHT THERE, CRIMINAL SCUM

A high-speed chase! Robo-Ky just got here, he was told to hero it up, given a cool glowing brand that says REGISTERED because he's a good boy who follows orders, and so right now he was going to do EXACTLY what he was paid for.

It was easy enough to catch up to the speeding red car as a state-of-the-art robot like Robo-Ky. He is pedaling as hard as he can, his propeller blades going at top speed as he flies after the red car, and in a split second he is on top of it, having dropped from the sky onto the hood of the car, smashing it and causing them to start swerving wildly. It was chaos, but he was HELPING.

"HELLO THERE! I WOULD SUGGEST THAT YOU PULL OVER, AS YOU MAY STILL BE OFFERED QUAR-" His super nice offer of mercy was cut short by one of the robbers leveling the damn bazooka at his face and firing. Not the BEST idea considering he had been on the hood of their car, but it DID send the robot flying! It also destroyed a good amount of the car, which sent it flying onto the sidewalk before it crashed into a building.

"Ergh, another successful job...!" he coughed(that was probably weird for a robot to do) as he got up, brushing himself off, blackened but mostly unharmed otherwise. "Care to assess the status of the targets with me?!"

1 | BEFORE I GIVE YOU ONE OF MY ACTUAL BOYZ

[junkyard_riot]

"Shut up."

Sol digs a pinky in his ear, passing by the idiotic robot copy of the kid that had somehow, of course, made its way to this shithole just to torture him. Why else. He wasn't even surprised to see it here, much less terrorizing the neighborhood with a murdered classic. Christ, Elton John was probably rolling in his grave (if timelines even worked like that, here). "...tone deaf son of a..."

How the hell a robot, who should really be incapable of going off-tune managed that was beyond him. The PWAB's incompetent programming, probably.

Matt | Pokémon

[h2bro]

NONAH.
[ The Tipping Point is fancy, and Matt is far too comfortable in his own skin to really worry about how blatantly he just does not fit in with such a swanky crowd. He's ripped as all hell, probably close to 7ft tall, and he's wearing what seems to be the ripped remains of a wetsuit that COULD NOT CONTAIN HIM. When a scandalized staff member takes note of his clothes and directs him towards the temporary suits, Matt laughs and claps the old man so hard on the back the poor guy stumbles and falls to the ground. Whoops! He picks him up and dusts him off. It's okay, little man. You're just doing your job and Matt supports you.

He changes into the smooth navy suit that's provided for him, and while it's small and sticks uncomfortably into his sides and makes him look all lumpy and weird, for about twenty minutes or so, all is well. He'll be nursing a drink, smiling for cameras, being a little too loud and getting some looks for it, but generally not causing a scene. Everything's going just fine, and if you sit down next to this guy that towers over everyone else here, he'll beam and bombard you with questions like "what's your name, bro?!" or "aww, where'd you get that sweet hat, bro?!?!". When a journalist corners Matt and asks him to flex for the camera, however? It's time to bail. Things really go south quick. ]

Oh, bro! Bro! Bro! You want a show, bro!? I can give you a show! [ he steps up onto one of the lounge chairs and roars with delight, flexing so hard that the whole suit just tears at the seams. he rips the sleeves off and throws them on the ground triumphantly. he did it! he won the suit game. he beams at the journalist who keeps taking rapid photos of this whole scene. ] Aw, I love guys like you, journalist man! Gettin' all your photos snapped up, doin' your work just right! That's work ethic, bro! You've gotta be proud of yourself! You're making a living!

[ uh, come tell him to calm down if you want. or egg him on? ]

DE CHIMA.
[ DOGS. Matt loves animals! Mostly sharks, and they're usually magic, but these are cool too! Talking to them is even cooler!!

Matt is big and scary and probably smells like the beach, given that when he first got ported to America, he went straight to the water and swam a few laps rather than attend to his superhero business like a good imPort should. This chases off a lot of dogs, who would rather wag their tails at smaller, less intimidating, less salty-smelling people. This bums Matt out, but not enough to prevent him from just walking up to other people while they're playing with the dogs and squeezing his way in for a cuddle. ]

Look at all these funny guys!! Which one's your favourite?! [ He snuggles the heck outta some big ol' Great Dane, whose green collar turns to a cautious yellow and emits a robotic but nevertheless concerned uhhhhhhh. Matt keeps hugging it until the the collar flicks back to green, and then he's calling over another dog, and then another, until he's attracted many dogs from many other people. Maybe he poached your pooch! He doesn't seem to mind, though. Between squishing their cute fuzzy wuzzy faces and giving them the best dang tummy rubs they've ever even had, Matt systematically makes about a dozen dogs fall in love with him, all of them rapidly wagging their tails and telling him they love him with their brightly beaming collars. Science is great!

You wanna join the dog pile? He's literally under about 10 dogs right now, just laughing and letting them bounce and run all over him. DIVE RIGHT IN THE WATER'S ADORABLE ]

CLOSED / FOR ARCHIE.
[ at the end of the day, when the dogs are put away and the formalwear is either repaired or, like, burned, Matt's sitting on a park bench in De Chima enjoying an ice cream and watching the first stars of the night poke through the orange sunset. He likes it here, he thinks. He misses Hoenn, though. The cries of the Wingull and the smell of berries on the wind. He misses his bro, of course, and Shelly, but they'd all been through a lot the last time all three of them were together, and it's still a little hard for him to work out his feelings about it all, let alone think about what they're supposed to do next.

he's thinking about making the long trek back to his new house when he sees someone heading off in the other direction a ways away from him. for a second, matt thinks that maybe he's just hallucinating this, but-- no, there's no way. he'd recognize that silhouette anywhere. those SWEET DELTS, those WICKED TRAPS, that KILLER BEARD. only one man could pull off such a look, and if that man is here? matt's gotta do everything in his power to see him. ]

Bro...?

[ archie's too far away to hear him, already out of sight and heading around a corner, so Matt breaks off into a sprint, dropping his ice cream on the ground and just charging ahead, jumping over bushes and benches and running until his lungs hurt. he's a fit dude and all, but he runs so fast, his legs are burning by the time he closes in on archie, and when he's finally there, finally about to show himself to Archie who, unbeknownst to him, has been missing him for months, he doesn't know what to say. so he just.

he just hits him on the shoulder from behind to get his attention. ]

Wildcard.
[ southpaws if you wanna do anythin specific otherwise make something up for me go wild ]

DE CHIMA

[halloflamer]

[Luckily, there's one dog who is almost big enough to be Matt's match, and that one come bounding over with a happy bark!! Hello friend!!! Arcanine jumps into the pooch pile, sending other pooches scrambling, and covers Matt's face with his giant slobber-tongue. He tastes salty. He doesn't have a collar, of course, because Blue can always just ask Red what he's thinking. Heck, he can ask Red what any of them are thinking.]

[Blue comes ambling behind, patting pooches heads here and there, and stares at the gigantic man that Arcanine has piled on top of. Well ... he didn't feel particularly compelled to apologize, given the size and that the guy was already covered in dogs, but...] Uh, you okay, guy? [That's close enough, right?]

Katsuki Bakugo | My Hero Academia

[ahhhhhhhh]

Network.

WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!?

[ Before you even have time to register the teenage boy in the particularly unique costume, he's already shouting at the video – – hope you turned down your volume. ]

What kind of messed up shitty world lets people become heroes without earning the title!? You register and THAT'S IT!? Dammit, what's the point of trying to be a hero if any one of you losers can just say you are one! SCREW THIS AND SCREW YOU! I'm going to register and then I'm going to become the NUMBER ONE HERO THIS WORLD HAS EVER SEEN! YOU HEAR ME, BASTARDS? I'M GOING TO LEAVE ALL OF YOU IN THE DUST!

Maurtia Falls.

[ The tattoo on his hand reads registered, that's as good as a hero license, right? As much is that annoyed him before, now he fully intends to be able to use his quirk in public to catch the bad guys.

Bakugo, still in his weird costume, throws down his wrists, shouts at everyone to get back, and proceeds to explode the sweat on his hand to propel him into the air and keep using explosions to fly himself after the red car, barely managing to grasp the end of the vehicle but not managing to gain his footing. Someone help this explodey asshole before he gets a bazooka in the face? ]

Heropa.

[ Back to go has managed to get civilian clothes by now: very loose jeans and ablack T-shirt with a skull on it. Somehow they have figured out he's an import, however, but they may have barked up the wrong tree in trying to find someone to sing for them. ]

SHUT THE HELL UP! I'M NOT GOING TO SING! YOU WANT A FIGHT? LEAVE ME ALONE, NERDS!

heropa

[eyezawa]

Be quiet.

[ Aizawa might not have his sleeping bag with him here (and might still be getting the lay of the land in the first place) but that doesn't change the fact that this is stupid and he doesn't want to deal with people trying to make him sing. So, he's literally climbed up a nearby tree to take a nap. It's only logical: he's tired, it's here, and nobody's going to bother someone napping in a tree. Unfortunately, it's a tree close enough to hear Bakugo yelling up a storm and there go his plans of getting some friggen rest.

It turns out that these people are barking up the wrong tree in more than one way, eyyy ]

Go yell at people somewhere else.

duo maxwell jr. | gundam wing: frozen teardrop

[secondscythe]

(( aka here to make his old man's life a thousand times more difficult 🐇 ))

03. 🛰 IT'S A GUNDAM!!

[ Holy cannoli- actually, one of those sounds pretty good right about now but, alas, there's a ruckus disturbing the peace. Ain't that always the case? Still, all these wailing alarms and screeching of tires makes Duo's face scrunch up as he stands there on the sidewalk. Oh... that is so not good for that sedan's transmission, holy moly. Thank god they're not on bikes or else he'd probably be really upset. But, a hero's gotta be a hero, right? And from the looks of it? Doesn't seem to be anyone else around unless you count the wailing sirens in the distance. Hoo boy, so much for lunch.

Alright, so. What's the best way to stop these Speedy McSpeedertons that will cause the least amount of damage to everyone involved and make him the Maurtia Falls Hero We Need™? He currently doesn't have any weapons on him (screw you, military guy!!), doesn't have his gund- oh. Oh. Yes, this could actually work. (maybe)

It's with a rubbing of his hands together and a Cheshire Cat grin on his lips that he thinks of his good buddy and, with a little finger magic, VOILA! Dropping down onto the bustling streets a little ways up is a VERY LARGE CAUSE THEY ALWAYS ARE Gundam: Warlock. Feel free to take pics if you want! He's a beaut! Just look at the way his cloak flaps in the wind. Ugh, if only he could be piloting his buddy right now. (spoiler: he's an illusion) But the Gundam swings down it's blue-beamed scythe to serve as a blockade for the approaching vehicles so, you know, the cops can catch up and all. Except... that the one car swerves off to the side, busts through whatever store window that is (sorry, pal), drives AROUND Warlock and... keeps going. Welp, so much for keeping damage to a minimum? ]

Hey! You know that's cheating, right?!

04. 🃏 Pick a card, any car- no, not that one.

[ Boy, they weren't kidding when they said you needed to be done up to be in a place like this because Duo here feels so damn awkward in this fancy schmancy suit that's been slapped on him and it shows in the way that he keeps tugging at his collar every now and then.

But it's not the bar where you'll find this blue-eyed teen hobbing and snobbing with the best of them over whatever business venture and how hard it is to find good help these days (uh, yeah). No siree bob, you sure won't! Where you will find him? Is plopped down in front of one of those ritzy looking tables with a deck of cards half spread out on the table's surface while he shuffles the other half... and some float around him, twirling as if they were dancing.

What's going on here? Why, he's performing magic! Isn't it obvious? Sheesh, people. (a kid's gotta make some cash, ok?) Reading fortunes, talking to the cards, even connecting you with the spirit world to chat up with that uncle you only ever saw once. ...ok, maybe not that kind of stuff, but everything else? Yes and yes. You got a question? He's got an answer. Or, well, the cards do, yeah! Yeah they do... maybe. But-

Hold up. How did a 15 year old get in here? ]

05. 🎲 aka WILDCARD

[ This is a kiosk. Somewhere. But it looks really super shady and so, of course Duo is there, checking things out, noting the whole PROTECT YOURSELF FROM IDENTITY THEFT. SPECIAL DISCOUNT FOR NEWLY ARRIVED IMPORTS. Wow, what a nice guy here to help out some fellow newbies who've been ripped out of their worlds and dropped (literally, those officers dropped him on his ass!) into this one against their will. Really, great guy. Even got a great spiel to go with it. Sounds genuine, yup. Not an ounce of distrust from this guy. Noooope. In fact, he's in the middle of dishing out that spiel to whoever happens to be there before Duo decides to throw his two cents in. (lord help us all) ]

Hold up, pal. [ and he raises a hand here. ] Are you telling me that for the low low price of [ gesture gesture to sign ] this, I can protect myself from identity theft and all I need to do is [ and he's totally counting these off his fingers ] give you my phone number, place of residence, and the last 4 digits of a social security sort of number?

[ There's going to be a long pause here until Duo finally gives the guy that shit-eating grin that is so very much like someone else's. ]

That's a crock of shit if I've ever heard one. You seriously need to work on your hustling skills if this is your day job. People actually fall for this? Hoo boy. That's really sad.

[ While Duo here might find this amusing, the guy running the kiosk sure doesn't (since that customer just left, oops) and it's pretty clear on his face. But it's the hands cupped around his mouth and the shouting that comes next which is probably the tipping point (not the lounge) for this guy. ]

Yo! If you want to get yourself scammed, come see this guy! He's even got a discount going on right now!

[ Is he getting himself into trouble?

...he's getting himself into trouble. ]

1 | son no

[hellrisen02]

[Oh, God, why is this his life]

[It wasn't enough that his kid had to be dropped into his lap when he was right in the middle of a number of dangerous criminal under-cover operations, had enemies on all sides, and other collateral to worry about in the form of the churches; no, that wasn't enough. The Porter had to give him the most potentially dangerous and obnoxious possible powers, too.]

[Get bent, Lachesis. Seriously. Is his pain that funny to you??]

[As soon as he sees the familiar form of the Gundam swerving around downtown, he's speeding towards it on his bike, not for anything to actually do with the Gundam itself; he's looking for the source of it. It doesn't take him long to spot the little brat close to the action, hiding away in a corner while he cast his little "spells", but hey- being undetectable had its merits, too.]

That's enough. [He scolds, giving him a flick in the back of the head, then popping his hand down on top of it as he becomes visible to his son.] What the hell are you doing? Gundams are government secrets that thankfully don't exist here, and you're going to go ahead and give these bozos bad ideas?

Violet Paige/Mother Panic | DC Comics

[panicker]

De Chima

[ Violet was trying to have some alone time to smoke a cigarette and tune out the world but suddenly she's surrounded by dogs with bright yellow collars. What's worse, they're all...talking? And telling her she's sick. Which is technically correct, considering half the stuff she needs to take to live with all her enhancements. She's more, but she's also so much less for it.

Tentatively, she extends a hand and places it on a dog's head, who starts licking her palm in what she assumes is a distressed demeanor. ]

Okay, for a moment I thought I was hallucinating this.

Now stay the fuck away from my crotch.

Maurtia Falls

[ She tries really, really hard to ignore that clusterfuck and do nothing. It works for about two seconds.

Because of whatever crazy shit that happened when she ended up here, Violet can summon her Mother Panic suit from thin air, which really helps with being able to change in literally no time. The green car speeds past her, but she jumps straight at the red one. Mother Panic lands heavily on the car's hood, feet sinking into the metal as she punches the windshield, easily shattering it and ripping it away. The Bonny wannabe lifts the bazooka at her, but she's having none of that shit. Lunging in, Mother Panic drags the Clyde wannabe through the space where the windshield was and throws him on the street.

That's gotta hurt.

Wannabe Bonnie is too shocked to do much beyond get a fist to the face and passing out. Mother Panic grabs the bazooka and jumps away from the car as it crashes into a light post. Yeah, that's probably going to hurt a lot too. Lifting the bazooka, she aims and fires at the green car...but a bit to the left. She's actually not trying to kill anyone, you know? And then she shoots.

The ground explodes next to the car, flipping it around. Lots of pain to be had from these wrongdoers, lots of stress relief for Mother Panic. She walks towards the car, senses focused on any possible attempt to attack her as she draws closer.

She's made quite a ruckus, by the way. ]

Fucking city, you've got nothing on Gotham.

Nonah

[ Interestingly enough, Violet has been given the power of financial wealth. No, seriously, she can literally make a fortune in whatever endeavor she takes. She sort of hates it, of course, but a couple of lottery tickets later she has enough money to flip the bird to the cameras and buy enough booze for the entire party. It also allows her to bring in some eye candy to sit looking pretty and get wasted, but to anyone that sees her it'll be obvious that she's alone in that crowd.

Her enhancements makes getting drunk or high a task, but at the speed she's going through drinks you have to give it to her for making her best effort. ]

EXTRA STAGE: MOTHER PANIC

[ Night falls, and a figure clad in pristine white sits atop a building, totally failing at covertness in ways never imagined before. Seriously, you can probably spot her from a mile away. That's just as well though, as Mother Panic likes to let her targets know she's coming.

But who are her targets here? She doesn't wish revenge on anyone in this world. She's no hero either (or so she keeps telling herself that) so the whole goody two shoes act is beyond her.

Still... would be nice to punch someone tonight. ]

WILDCARD

[ Hit me up for whatever, my dudes. ]

extra

[kickasscass]

[It is hard to miss the woman in all white, unlike the small girl in head-to-toe black who moves through the night with a speed and grace that almost seems inhuman. The suit catches her eye as she darts between rooftops, and from her body language she can tell that she's itching for a fight. Cass changes course, leaping onto the same rooftop as Mother Panic.

She can be completely undetectable when she wants to be, but she makes a point of landing hard so that the other superhero can take notice of her arrival. Cass isn't one for caution, but there is a sense of danger in the costumed woman's body language, and she'd rather that be directed at criminals instead of herself.]

adam young ( good omens )

[unantichristly]

( de chima )

[ where are all the dogs suddenly going? well, they're apparently making a beeline toward a little blond kid. adam is currently practically buried beneath dogs, laughing and apparently trying to teach them new words (which, alarmingly, they're actually learning). dog, a little mutt-looking hellhound, is making great friends with what looks like a saint bernard.

adam manages to dig a worn-looking tennis ball out of his pocket, climbing to his feet and tossing it, and the entire herd practically falls over themselves to go chasing after it. uh, hopefully you're not in the way of it, but chances are that you might be. adam, for all his angelic looks, is grinning a little devilishly. ]

( maurtia falls )

[ he was just using the crosswalk like he was supposed to, like he's been taught, when he hears the screech of tires on pavement, and a car comes screaming around a curve, hurtling toward him. honestly, he doesn't even have time to react--will his powers protect him?--but he doesn't have to, because dog (tiny, harmless-looking dog) is suddenly racing in front of him, leaping at the car.

he has just enough time to open his mouth and yell-- and it's no longer a mutt that lands on the hood of the car, but a fully-grown and terrifying, snarling hellhound, slamming into it with enough weight that the entire front of the car plows into the pavement and flips over their heads, landing with a crash somewhere behind adam. ]

( network | video )

[ there's a kid in the feed, blond curls and blue eyes, the sort of face that says he's going to break a lot of hearts in ten years. it's slightly marred by the fact that there's a dirty swipe across his cheek, and he's frowning faintly, gaze weirdly piercing in his face.

he scrunches up his nose a moment later, folding skinny arms (there's a bandaid on one forearm, it maybe looks iron man-ish) and sitting back in his chair. he pushes it, and it spins, giving a slightly dizzying view of his face every time it fully rotates. ]

Is it really okay if people are what they are here? [ that was a slightly confusing and vague question, thanks for that, adam. ] I heard that there's some gods and stuff here, and they're just being gods? Nobody thinks it's weird? [ he sticks his foot back out to stop the chair, then gets up on his knees in it to lean toward the video. ] What if you're a bad kind of thing, are there bad kinds of things here, too?

Re: adam young ( good omens )

[fehus]

[he's pretty sure he counts as "gods and stuff;" he might even count to some as a "bad thing"]

It's always okay to be the thing you are, I think. As long as you're not hurting anybody. And bad kind of things don't always want to hurt anybody.

Who cares if people think it's weird?

Jacen Solo | Star Wars Legends

[one_jedi_night]

De Chima

[ What in the world are these things? There's a teenager in a tan flightsuit sitting on the ground surrounded by a whole pack of dogs, grinning up at them as he reaches up to pet as many as he can. Floppy brown hair, maybe a family resemblance to certain other people here ... and a lightsaber hanging from his belt.

But mostly he's excited as all get out about the animals. ]

Who's a good boy? Is it you?

[ This good boy rolls onto his back for Jacen to rub his belly, his translator shouting FRIEND FRIEND LOVE FRIEND over and over again. ]

What are these things called? They sure are friendly.

OTA

[ Want something else? Jacen is wandering all around the Porter cities, so hit me up! ]

[prophesiedone]

[The lightsaber catches his notice first. He isn't the only one who likes to keep tabs on Force-users in the cities, so Jacen is likely going to meet some very interesting people.

But he'll be the first. Pushing his way through the dogs, ignoring how they manically search for his attention, Anakin approaches.]

It doesn't matter. Tell me your name.

Charles Boyle | Brooklyn Nine Nine

[hardboyled]

01. De Chima

[Watching doggos is the actual best. Watching doggos talk? Is mind blowing. Publicity stunt or not, Charles Boyle doesn't even care, he's (very politely) pushing through the crowds to catch a better view of the bounding canines as they're released to the masses. He doesn't even care what dog he gets to meet, so long as there's a good boy (they're all good dogs, brent) that's willing to say hello.

Super happy labrador meets equally happy human soon enough, sniffs met with petting and a giddy little laugh as Boyle's told with doggo certainty that they are now best of friends. A dogs word is it's pact, right?]

Best day EVER!

[In fact, he's just going to sit here for as long as he can get away with, petting all the dogs and discussing what good dogs they are with the dogs themselves. Most of them seem very flattered by this revelation.]

02. Maurtia Falls

[Tires screeching and distant sirens are just another day for a New York cop, except he's not a cop and this isn't New York. Even so, the rush of air and blaring of car horns is too much to ignore as the two weaving vehicles whip past in a frenzy and Charles just can't resist the urge to try and get involved. In mere seconds he's sprinting down the sidewalk to the nearest parked vehicle still containing a driver, leaning in towards the window and reaching for his badge.]

NYPD! I need to commandeer this vehicle fo-- Oh, man. [That sure is the disappointed sigh of a man who's just realised he's not got a badge, or any lawful right to commandeer shit. In fact, right now he's just a random guy leaning against someones car as he morosely scans the crowd for any signs of actual cops. Or superheroes! Because that's a thing here, right? People in spandex and stuff... doing... superhero things? Things he can't do...] Gosh darn it.

03. Nonah

[Boyle was willing enough to try almost anywhere once, especially when ushered in for free and welcomed with open arms. The suit was on loan by the bar itself, a royal blue affair just slightly too long in the arms but salvageable and expensive looking as far as fancy wear goes, and he's doing his very best to keep it that way despite a red wine in hand that's frequently jostled by randoms sliding in for selfies, and (apparently??) celebrities ignoring personal space as they try their very best at networking.

Popularity isn't exactly his forte, neither is fame, but Charles has never been one to disappoint so he's smiling just like he should, and nodding politely when spoken to. Just a mildly confused and mostly overwhelmed drifter being passed around, until he finally manages to use his talent for fading into the background to his advantage and slips into the bar crowd.]

Boy, this is something else, huh? [Might be that he's managed to catch a fellow imPort trying to hide away in the back lines, or maybe he's caught them over at the bar or booths, could even be at the urinals. No matter the scenery, Boyle sure seems happy to talk about the experience here.]

04. WIldcard!
[In case you just really want some place ~special~]

CAN I GET UHHHHHHHH #3?????

[pop_of_color]

[Rosa doesn't get "dressed up" unless she absolutely has to, like if Amy's trying to kill everyone with her shitty food and invites them all over for Thanksgiving (she really only adheres to it because Amy gets into throat-slitting mood about it, and Rosa respects that). She's made a point of deliberately not dressing up since she's arrived in this fucked up alternate universe, and so when she hears about some new swanky bar that has some kind of dress code, she sticks to her guns - or rather, her knives - and muscles her way in under threat of missing limbs and body parts.

Having an unlimited supply of blades in her leather jacket helps, and has been the best damn thing about being here.

And, true to form, she elbows her way up towards the bar to cut ahead of whoever might've already placed a drink order to get herself a bottle of whiskey and a glass. It's as she's waiting for her stuff that she hears a voice.

No, not just a voice, like some random fucker nearby, but one she knows. One she knows well, and one she almost never would've thought she'd have missed until she hadn't heard in months. Eyes wide and wild, she turns to the side to catch sight of the back of the man's head, but even without seeing his face, there's no mistaking it.

Holy fuck.]

HOLY FUCK. BOYLE?! [In her excitement, where most people would probably hug, Rosa instead balls up her fist and punches him in the back of the shoulder - hard.] BOYLE, WHAT THE FUCK?!

Niles | Fire Emblem: Fates

[lowgrip]

1.

Dogs. Never really fond of 'em, really. Niles rolled his eyes as the dog that had come to see him had a red collar, growling at him as he just... smiled back at the canine. It wasn't a friendly smile by a long shot, his one eye gleaming with something malicious.

"Yeah, that's right, doggy. I'm a 'bad man'", he hissed through what was definitely a grin meant to mask his annoyance. "I'm real bad, now get out of my face before I have to prove it." Swiftly, a knife was drawn and no one could be certain from where. He twirled it in his fingers as the dog, a German Shepard, barked and snapped it's teeth at him.

"Come on, let's see your bite compared to mine. I've seen scarier rats than you!"

2.

Oh, as much as Niles would just LOVE to stick around and talk about the underthings of some man he's never met, he really had nothing to contribute to the conversation, and BOY the taverns here looked amazing compared to what he could find in Nohr. Like something out of a dream! A shame they didn't much care for his dress.

Ah well. With a little bit of debate, he ends up in a nice suit, and they even brush his hair and make him look somewhat presentable. Truly, a feat by anyone's standards! He almost feels like a prince himself as he is released into the club, getting a few pictures snapped of him before the smile he bore didn't overshadow the fact that he had pulled out a dagger and was telling them all to get the hell out of his face.

The booze was nice, though! As was being allowed into the VIP lounge. It was a bit quieter than the rest of the club, and Niles finds himself a corner to tuck himself away in before long, sipping on some kind of drink and raising it with a nod to passerby.

If anyone got close enough for a chat, he was amenable to it, smiling and striking up conversation on his own. "Bit of a ritzy kind of dig for me! I kind of hate this place. No bar fights, no cut-purses." Really, it was just SUPER not Niles's scene, and while it was fun for a minute, it was just beginning to rub him the wrong way.

"Just a bunch of people with some undeserved egos attempting to rub elbows with each other, hoping to leech off of each others' fame and fortune. Eugh, what a mess. Have you at least got some juicy gossip for me?"

1

[shadowglitter]

[ Odin came to the park primarily to dick around and waste time, because that's basically all he's been doing since coming to America, anyway. But once he really gets a good puppy cuddle into him, he falls into his old melodramatic defaults. He's running around from red collared dog to red collared dog, protecting them and guiding them away from people who clearly aren't cool enough to be here. He's taken it on himself to be a bouncer for dogs, and, honestly. He's never been more proud.

When he hears a growl from the German Shepard who had, until now, only been the most loving and most adorable sweetest fluffer-wuffer to ever even exist, he knows that whoever is bothering him must be worse than the grumpy cat people he'd been chasing away until now. He sees a man with a knife in his hands, and without stopping to assess the situation, he leaps into action, jumping between Niles and the dog with a twirl of his cape. He covers his own face with his hand and poses to let the light hit him just right, because, you know. Gotta look cool. ]

Back, villainous scum! Know not your actions?! Aggressively brandishing a weapon towards the SWEETEST of this world's creatures, BLESSED upon us by the GREAT DIVINES. To throw such a holy gift like time with a talking dog aside in favor of base violence... I-- I'm overwhelmed with such callous disregard for what could very well be the finest joy in life a human being could experience! You-- you cur! You cretin! IT'S TIME TO MEET YOUR MAKER, FOUL-- Oh, hey, Niles!

[ as he thrusts his hand away from his face and points at Niles, he actually pays attention and realizes who it is he's talking to. he knows niles! he wasn't going to stab the dog, haha. probably. maybe? hopefully. ]

Please don't bully the dogs. [ he puts his hand on niles's knife hand and just sort of lowers it. down, knife hand. ]

Equius Zahhak | Homestuck

[equinimity]

1: Come on and slam

[As long as they're insisting so forcefully on a little song, well, perhaps Equius can be compelled to recite a poem or two and let the beats flow. Much like the perspiration dripping from his forehead at this exact moment. He's not very good, and there are so many people watching. It's terribly embarrassing. And while 'Closing Act' seems a little uncomfortable considering his untimely demise prior to being brought here, but he certainly has a multitude of wishes to express.]

Er. Ahem.

Though STRONG and even STRONGer as it goes on longer
With importation the causation I'm forced to ponder
How vexing it is in pursuit of desires lifelonger
For honor and to conquer the art of noble archery has been what I hungered
Yet this dream it seems may be torn asunder
In conviction to the addiction of broken bows without number
And admiration of beasts aglow, bestowed
With wide pecs aflow, chalice held below
To hold the endless pristine white splash but smash,
STRONG muscles flex unbidden, no power hidden
But risen, I'll keep on living, listen
Perseverance is a strength I've been given
With suitable authority asserted I'll do my missions and in addition
Strive to discover ways to pursue my ambitions.

[Oh fudge, he is sweating so much with so many people watching him up on stage. Where are his towels?]

[glowsferatu]

[ Kanaya doesn't recognize the voice on stage at first. It's been a very long time since she's heard it, and she's too busy deflecting requests to come on stage to actually look at the current performer. But somewhere between Ashiah repeatedly headbutting her leg, and the indisputably bizarre lyrics, the song finally catches her attention. ]

Oh. Oh god.

[ Scooping up her daughter grub, she rushes towards the stage, weaving her way through the crowd, and what she imagines must be very unsanitary yellow mists everyone keeps spraying everywhere. It's almost like some sort of drug orgy, which is no place for a dead six-sweep-old. She stops by the edge of the stage, waving with her free hand to get his attention. ]

♪ Eq-ui-us!
This is deeply in-ap-pro-pr-i-ate! ♬

[ Shit. That is definitely not how she meant to say that. ]

[pinkamena_pi]

01. [Small, bright, and cheery place? THAT'S SO HER KIND OF PLACE!!

Free drink? SASPARILLA, PLEASE!!!

Something nasty to say? NEVER!!!!

SING LIKE YOU'RE IN A MUSICAL DAY?!?!?!?! THAT'S THE

BEST

DAY

EVER!!!!!!!!!

No cajoling necessary, nor necessary spritz (although she'll run directly into it and take a hearty, happy whiff). Pinkie gleefully bounces up and down the streets SINGING HER HEART OUT. When someone compliments her on really getting into the spirit of the holiday, she'll shriek,]

WHOAH, it's a HOLIDAY!?!?!? WHICH ONE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?


02. [The dogs are yipping in delight or frustration chasing the pink-haired girl who's… chasing them back.

But their tails are all high and wagging.]

I HAVE JUST MET YOU AND I LOVE YOU

I LOVE YOU TOO PUPPIES!!!!

[Suddenly in your face, grabbing your collar, and demanding,]

HAVE YOU EVER HAD THIS MUCH FUN EVER?!?!?


[ooc: tempted to do something with prompt 03 and cartoon physics but that's more ambitious than I can brain right now ^_^ Possibly to add later!]


05. WIIIIIIIILD CAAAAAAAAAARD!!!

2

[h2no]

THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!!!

[archie is nearby, having about as much fun. pinkie grabs him and he's not even phased; dogs have that effect on people.]

NOT UNTIL TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!

Kei Yuki | Captain Harlock EO

[crossedstars]

o1. obligatory crash-into hello

Ah, my...

[Kei smiles indulgently at the cacophony come to greet her upon her arrival to the city proper. it's strange, certainly, but it's the kind of strange she can't turn her nose up at. after all, nobody's getting hurt by it -- it's more akin to the friendlier of drunken dives she's passed through before. just...very...bright.

and tonedeaf.

she's quick to connect those spritzing perfume...salespeople? as part of the problem, and keeps in mind to duck away from a dose. maybe more fun after finding out the score here.

doing so this next time, however, does have her weaving right into somebody's turned back, which catches her off-guard.]

Oh-! Pardon...



o2. too many good boys

[ah, my.

again, Kei finds herself in a situation that, while strange, is not particularly bad so much as it is...all-encompassing. that is to say, she's being mobbed by a tiny army of friendly dogs and their little light show. bright green collars with their droning voices declaring such things as NEW FRIEND! PLEASE PET ME! and FLOWER SMELL! NICE SMELL! LET ME SNIFF! are smushed in on all sides, making moving kind of a thing of the past.

it's cute and all, but...

Kei extends a hand to the nearest biped, smiling.]

Excuse me, can you help me clear a path here?



o4. class -- lower class, but class

[the fancier of those bars will have to be investigated at a later date; even with the offer to loan attire, at the cost of a photo is a bit unappealing at this stage. maybe if the place had more to offer at the onset...

instead, Kei finds a much less exclusive place for a drink, and it suits her sensibilities just fine. the space she hails from and wandered all her life is full of dark, dingy dives, full of dark and dingy people. outlaws and outcasts, the lot she's cast in with in sailing under the flag of freedom.

here's a good place to grab a glass of wine and spend an evening listening. people here, tongues loosened by drink, can give her a better idea of what this particular Earth has to offer, and how the city feels and thinks. the dimmer lights make it easier to be reclusive, but not altogether invisible: she certainly can't help the way she looks, and that is an inevitable draw.

still, any catching her eye that doesn't look the clear threat gets a soft smile in exchange.]





(the role of Kei Yuki's powers will be played by:
-Perfect hair (self-explanatory)
-Perfect manicure (nails will never break, will always be fab)
-Perfect navigation (can find her way anywhere once she's been there before)

crowley eusford | owari no seraph

[vampireblood]

DE CHIMA.

[ Now this is certainly something.

Here Crowley is minding his business in this city of De Chima when one of those dogs - a dachshund - eagerly approaches him with a wagging tail behind them. Normally, this wouldn't make him stop and stare to the dog at all (not the right sort of blood needed), but when the dog starts to actually talk and not bark to him, well... that gets him to stare down with wide eyes, bright and red. Since when can animals... talk? And this one seems to be going on about how he's "not human" and asking what he is. ]

Oh? Have you never been around a vampire before?

[ Apparently not since the dog seems to just continue circling around Crowley's legs, asking him what a vampire is, where he's going, if he can come as well, what he's doing around here. Well, this is... new. ]



MAURTIA FALLS.

[ Draped across his shoulders, Crowley rolls the hilt of his sword within the palm of his hand as he stands there and stares around the streets. Hm, this is definitely not any place that he's been before and he can't seem to sense anyone else that he was with in the area, so... that means that it's just him, huh? Well, he's fine with that. Maybe this is the start of a much-needed vacation for himself.

Except.

Well before the racing cars manage to swerve their way around the corner, Crowley can hear the tires screeching from miles away and it's only when they finally catch up to where he stands that he glances over his shoulder with a smile. Oh, they're not going to stop are they? ]

Someone seems to be in a hurry.

[ Just like that, he leaps into the air, the cars zipping by beneath him before he comes to land on his feet and continues to roll the hilt of his sword against his palm, watching as the cars speed off up ahead.

No. He's not going to give chase to them. Were you expecting him to? ]



NONAH.

[ A VIP lounge, hm? This has Ferid written all over it but, oh, what a shame the other isn't here to be the life of the party as he knows his dear brother would be. For him? It's one less headache for him to have to deal with. So, might as well enjoy it while he can?

It's over by the bar where Crowley stands, looking over the various bottles that line the walls with wine, champagne, gins and tonics and things that are sure to go down hard. Even within his eight hundred years, things such as alcoholic beverages still seem to remain the same among the many other changes that happen over the course of time. He hums to himself, trying to see if they have his choice of drink. It's a dark red in colour, warm going down when it's fresh, and fills you up to the point of feeling a sort of euphoric bliss. But, from the looks of it, doesn't seem like they have it: blood. ]

Ah, that's a shame. Here I was really looking forward to a drink after all this running around.

[ And even as he mutters that to himself aloud- or perhaps to you, pale lips still curl into just the hint of a smile with a fang poking out. ]

De Chima

[dejerate]

[It's probably no real surprise that Yuu has been oblivious to the talking dog thing while exploring another city that isn't his local one, distracted as he is by the sights in general. What does get his attention is that dark braid. That familiar vampire uniform just like the one he wears. That voice.

Initially, he stops, unsure what to do. Because.....well. Given the last time he saw Crowley, the other had been trying to stop him rescuing Guren and all. They'd been trying to kill each other. Or would Crowley be fine with him now because he was one of them? A vampire now?]

Crowley.....?

[Wait was he...talking to the dog? Eh, that's just normal, right? Everyone talks to their pets.]

elektra natchios | daredevil

[contradict]

DE CHIMA

[ before the dogs are let out, elektra's walking past the clearing with the desire to grab something to eat — and locate a familiar face or two. with her anxiety ramped up in this new location, she's looking over her shoulder, head lifting at the crack of a twig, a cough that sounds smoky, or a man with white hair passing by her with his head bowed. ]

[ she can't say the dog event has caught her attention. the voice booms around her, low and far away as though she's submerged beneath water, but it becomes louder — sharper, like the clanging of metal — as the dogs are released. she stops short, arms held up, and her brow furrows when a labrador runs right into her. ] Go. [ she shoos it with a gesture of her hand. the labrador doesn't listen, sitting in front of her — on her foot, mind you — with its tail wagging happily. ]

NONAH

[ dressed to impress in a red dress, elektra happily accepts her glass of liquor as she makes her way through the sea of people. it's a familiar coat to wear, the elektra nachios who is rich and important, but it's starting to wear on her just slightly. it feels right, comfortable, but somewhere around the shoulders and neck this particular facade she's wearing is beginning to strangle her. ]

[ she makes her way to the bar for a refreshment and distraction, taking a seat on a stool once she realises she won't be the centre of attention. asking for another drink, she brushes her hair away from her face. with a smile, she asks the bartender, ] Is it always like this? People tripping themselves over for these imPorts?

[ perhaps the bartender isn't the one to reply. ]

WILDCARD

un: e
Where are the best pies hiding? I can't seem to find them.

de chima

[cigarbribery]

[Look, Foggy hasn't seen a lot of Matt's old college girlfriend in—a while. A long, long while. Years, in fact, and he's not expecting to see her around for years more, so when he does spy her trying to shoo a dog away he just stops for a second, surprised that she's here.

He blinks briefly at her. What the hell? Then he rallies himself because okay, fine, Elektra Natchios might be here now but Foggy was here first and also, the dogs like him better. He whistles.]

Here, boy! [Where did he get that stick? Who knows, but the dog's attention has now been caught by this random stranger waving a stick around, and the translator is blaring out stick! I wanna play a game!] Yeah, I'll just bet you do—fetch!

[The dog runs away after the stick. Foggy steps closer, looks at Elektra like he honestly doesn't know what to make of her. Then:] You were Matt's girl, weren't you? [Don't play, Nelson, you know damn well who she is.]

Diane Nguyen | Bojack Horseman

[theoneblacksheep]

1. Heropa

No. Absolutely NOT.

[Diane didn't want to be rude, but there was no way she was singing in public. Heck, she didn't even like singing in private, not even in the shower, since Mr. Peanutbutter would be able to hear her. And the last thing she liked doing was drawing attention to herself.]

No, not even a few bars. I don't like to sing, okay? What are you-

[And whoops, an overeager child had sprayed her with... something. It seemed like it wasn't going to do her any harm, until Diane finally finds herself bursting into song despite herself-]

I can't get no
Satisfaction
I can't get no
Satisfaction-

[Horrified, she tries to flee from the scene.]


2. De Chima

[It had taken Diane quite a while to get used to the fact that this world's animals were about as dumb as those raised by Chicken 4 Dayz and other companies for food. It was quite a shock to realize that animals WEREN'T humanoid and couldn't speak, and she'd had a few embarrassing moments trying to strike up a conversation before remembering- no, they couldn't answer her back.

Except for these dogs, apparently, and when a friendly Dalmatian with a green collar approaches her, she unconsciously activates her powers and turns into an anthropomorphic version of the dog herself.]

Hey, buddy. I wish you could say more than what that collar lets you. ... I also kinda wish this company wouldn't experiment on animals to begin with.


3. Nonah

[It was a good thing that Diane was a little used to schmoozing at fancy parties, seeing as how one of her best friends was an Oscar-nominated actor. However, she's distinctly uncomfortable with the whole affair, wishing she'd been allowed to keep her usual outfit on instead of being shoved into a dress.]

Me? Oh, I, uh, I write for an imPort-focused blog. No, I DON'T know what kind of underwear he likes to wear! Why not ask him yourself?

3?!

[hardboyled]

[Is this her knight in shining armour? Here to rescue her from all those annoying fans and interviewers? Nope. It's just a small guy in a smart looking grey suit, looking excited to just exist in this universe, or any universe for that matter.]

Excuse me, I couldn't help overhear but... you write for a blog?! That's amazing. I myself have dabbled in blogs in the past but nothing as fascinating as imPorts. You must have some real talent.

richie tozier | IT (2017)

[coulrophobe]

de chima
[ Talking dogs are fake as shit, but so are superpowers and homicidal demonic clowns, and Richie Tozier's seen both of those with his own four two eyes. Richie is content for a little while to walk around, letting dogs approach him and make their comments, but you know what? There's only so many "HELLO YOU ARE MY BEST FRIEND DO YOU HAVE A BALL?"s and offended dachshunds telling him he needs to change his socks he can take before the idea strikes him to do something bigger.

Bigger in this instance means that he steals the microphone from the woman running the show. And then he puts on a frankly terrible Radio Announcer Voice that sounds not much different from his regular one. Just… louder. ]

Laaaadies and gentleman, welcome to DeeeeCRYPTO Canine, the greatest show on earth! They bark! They growl! They piss on your shoes! They tell you exactly what you've always suspected about yourself but haven't been able to bring yourself to ask! [ And now he starts pointing to random people in the audience, giving little care for who exactly he's yelling at. ] Yes, you need to shower more! You! Your haircut is ugly! And you—you've got a tiny—

[ There's the squeal of feedback as the woman wrenches the mic back from him, and then Richie is unceremoniously kicked out of the fenced area. Wowsa! Who wants to compliment him on his amazing job? ]


nonah
[ The Tipping Point might not card those who are only a little bit underage, but unfortunately, Richie is "I hit puberty two weeks ago" level underage, which is why he's busy arguing with the bartender. Small boy in big cokebottle glasses, wearing a slightly oversized suit and tie, hair sort of brushed and sort of a mess, but he's leaning up against the bar like he owns the place. ]

Come on, come on, have a heart, man! Just one Moscow Mule, that's all I'm askin' for! [ And when the bartender offers him a virgin white grape spritzer instead, he groans, shaking his head, and turns to whoever's near him at the bar, whoever they are. ]

This guy thinks I'm a virgin! Can you believe this guy thinks I'm a virgin?

NONAH MY DUDE

[secondscythe]

Probably 'cause you're swimming in your suit, buddy. [ Just a guess. ] Ch, for some fancy shindig, you'd think they carry more sizes or something. Talk about discrimination.

[ Duo's leaning there against the bar himself and shuffling his playing cards with a thoughtful glance around the place before he turns back to his little friend here and, elbow on the counter (yeah yeah it's rude WHATEVER), he drops his chin to his palm and raises a brow to the kid. ]

How'd you get in here anyway, kid?

[ Duo you have no right to talk you're fifteen. ]

Hiwatari Satoshi | D.N.Angel

[desolatewings]

Maurtia Falls

[Just looking at it, the police would never catch up in a straight chase, and a kid on foot definitely didn't have any chance. But neither was he so concerned that he'd risk letting him loose just to catch a couple of petty criminals. No, best to keep him contained..

But that didn't mean he couldn't help.

Satoshi flipped open his phone and thumbed through to pull up a map. Moments later, he held the phone up to his ear]

Yes, a speeding red car swerved through an intersection at Jay and Orchard heading southeast. Most likely heading out of town and taking the exit to the freeway by now. I expect it will be out of city limits in the next 3 minutes at its current speed. Contact police headquarters and coordinate roadblock strategies with neighboring towns to cut off escape routes. Advise civilians en route to be on alert for the perpetrators.

[He hung up before his identity and qualifications could be questioned and turned to the intersection in question, eyes scanning about for any injured- and promptly smacked into someone as he turned to leave. He glanced up through his glasses and stepped around]

Excuse me..


Any Art Museum

[If it's an odd place for a teenager to be, Satoshi isn't aware of it. He stops at each exhibit to read the bit of information on it and study it awhile before moving onto the next piece. He walks the halls like one who's absolutely certain they should be there, but the questions he poses to official-looking individuals or fellow art enthusiasts betray that familiarity]

Do you know where I can find the museum curator? I have security concerns.

[or]

I wonder if this museum has any Hikari artworks?


Wildcard!
[I have no idea what I'm doing, so feel free to hit me up with something else if these don't work for you]

Merle Highchurch - The Adventure Zone (Balance)

[extremeteenbible]

Maurtia Falls

[ Merle is standing on a street corner, minding his own business, when suddenly there's a scream and a shout and the roaring of engines. Two battle wagons, one green, one red, go whizzing by. Merle doesn't even look up from his book. Some passerby who sees Merle, noting that he obviously isn't human, yells at him, ] You're an ImPort! Do something!

[ Finally, Merle looks up. ] Huh-- Wha--? [ By now the cars are long gone, and Merle has no idea why he's just been yelled at. Still, he can't do nothing (apparently)... ]

I cast Zone of Truth!

[ Suddenly, everyone in a 15 foot radius around him must tell the truth. How helpful this is, is debatable. ]

Network (Video)

[ Merle is in view, his thick beard and tanned skin and cool looking eye patch just about all that's visible. He looks a little T-ed off. ]

Somebody tell me who I gotta call to get a refund on this "body pillow" I ordered! I, uh... I ordered it, and they really shoulda said somethin' about how One Size doesn't Fit All, because look at the thing!

[ He pulls a pillow into frame-- pale pink floral pillow case-- and keeps pulling and pulling, the long pillow extending a good foot or two above his head. ]

This thing isn't meant for dwarves! "Body pillow," my ass. I want a refund!

Wildcard

[ Merle can be found on the beach in Heropa (he is a beach dwarf after all), wearing cutoff jean shorts and a Kenny Chesney t-shirt, or wandering around any of the other porter cities. HMU on plurk at objectpermanence if you want to plot. ]

Maurtia Falls

[journalkeeper]

[ Lucretia had just spotted Merle and was about to call out to him when he Zone of Truth'd that shit. She, however, got a crit success on her saving throw so while everyone else around her are forced to tell the truth, she tells it now by choice. ]

I don't think that, uh, will help much, Merle.

isolfr ( iskryne series )

[wolfsprechend]

( de chima )

[ dogs aren't trellwolves. they don't 'speak' the way the wolves do, certainly not as clearly as viradechtis does, so it's alarming and uncomfortable to hear the strange voices coming from the collars. if humans want to know what their dogs are feeling, all they have to do is pay attention to their body language-- don't they know that?

still, his wolf-sister seems to be enjoying herself. easily twice the size of most of even the largest dogs, she currently has one of the little lap dogs pinned down with one massive paw, and she's washing his head and face as if he's one of her pups.

isolfr himself, still dressed in clothing that's about a thousand years out of date (but not carrying his ax, at least) is perched on a park bench watching. for all that viradechtis is being entirely charming and polite, people certainly do seem to be nervous around her. it's not entirely unexpected around wolfless men, but it's like they've never seen a wolf at all before.

he glances to someone nearby, offering a small, almost shy smile as he reaches up to push pale braids behind an ear. ] She misses her pack already. [ so does isolfr, for that matter. ]

( nonah )

[ there is absolutely an enormous red-brindled wolf at the party. normally, that would be alarming, particularly as she's easily twice the size of most wolves, though it's probably made somewhat less terrifying by the fact that she's so damn polite. she stays away from the food unless invited, she sits very prettily for ear-scratches, and if someone's visibly nervous, she avoids them. maybe her one failing is that if she seems to like someone particularly well and they make the mistake of bending down to her level, they get their faces washed by a very enthusiastic wolf-tongue.

still, after a while, even the most well-behaved ladies get tired of it. --you made a real mistake lowering that hand with a half-eaten morsel in it, because suddenly your fingers are being licked, the snack pulled right out of your hand by a very smug-looking canine. ]

Sister! [ the voice comes from somewhere behind her, and she turns to look for it, tail thumping once against the ground as if she actually feels guilty. the owner of the voice turns out to be a smallish man with skin and hair and eyes so pale that he almost resembles ice or snow. he's actually kind of on the pretty side of handsome, even with a pale scar marring one side of his brow. he also looks incredibly uncomfortable in his borrowed suit, and when he reaches the wolf, he buries fingers in her ruff, glancing up apologetically. ] I apologize. She didn't frighten you, did she?

nonah-- if you don't mind the lateness!

[unthreatening]

[ Taura is, well, someone with some wolf genes spliced into her human-and-other-animal genes, but the wolf is particularly strong, and there's no denying it on first glance at her, not between the fangs crowding her mouth, the dusting of fur across her pale skin, and the tawny-gold of her eyes. The eight feet of height was pure genetic manipulation, not animalistic-- well, maybe horse? She never has any way of knowing, with all the scientists responsible for her long behind her.

Needless to say, she's not intimidated by Viradechtis, and feels badly for her alarming these well-bred ladies since Taura tends to alarm them herself. She goes onto one knee to offer out a claw-tipped hand for smelling. ] I'm sure she didn't mean to. You're so beautiful. [ Speaking to the wolf directly, although Taura probably thinks half the ladies here are beautiful, too, and would tell them so, wistfully. As a Jacksonian, it's nothing past her understanding that an animal could be enhanced enough to be incredibly intelligent, and worth speaking to directly. Look at herself. ]

what am i doing im sorry i am actual trash

[photophobic]

Kylo hates Heropa. He hates everything about it. He hates their smug, smiling faces, their pathetic, insincere gestures of friendship and welcome, their penchant for unsolicited advice-- everything. Thankfully, he always seems to have more than enough hate to spread around.
Currently, he hates whatever it is that is making everyone so intent on singing - and more precisely on encouraging him to sing - so after the third attempt to excuse himself so he can go home to sulk when one of the locals finally manages to spritz a heavy cloud of perfume in his general direction, he whips around to face his aggressor.
And he sings:

   Get that out of my face
    You'll regret that you dared to
   Pray you never discover
    The fate I have spared you--

Kylo stops short, genuine confusion spreading over his face- swiftly followed by a very visible rage.

   I'm no toy--
    I'm no boy
    you can use
     in your games as a plaything!
   I'm no joke
    in a cloak--

His lips twist in disgust, his eyes narrowing... that was a rhyme too far. But when he opens his mouth to spit out something suitably hate-filled and terrifying, the only thing that follows is:

    I am death!
      See, my power's awakening...

Fine. Never let it be said Kylo Ren lacks a flair for the dramatic. He draws himself to his not unconsiderable full height and draws his saber, letting the fiery blade crackle menacingly at his side. They will pay for this indignity. All of them.

joins you in the garbage

[flightforfreedom]

Poe knew that voice.

Maybe not in the strange, dulcet barritone tones of that particular tune. And maybe not so perfectly clear, unaltered by the now-missing helmet. But he still recognizes it.

Or maybe he just recognizes the lightsaber. (It makes no difference.) He elbows his way through the crowd, only to get sprayed in the face with a perfume that makes him sneeze, before he jumps up onto a table in order to get Kylo's attention.

You!
You do not belong here - Kylo Ren,
Kylo Ren -
No one wants you!

He really had not intended to sing that, but. Well. When in Rome.

You'll find that here, I have no fear,
No power you have will sway me!
Try your best, you'll still fail the test,
Stuck in this world's reality.

Don't you try me!
Don't side eye me!

Touch ooooone hair on their heads and you'll meet your eeeend.

Hermes Costello | JJBA

[fuckalligators]

DE CHIMA
[Man, all Hermes wanted to do today was go to the corner store and pick up some milk and toothpaste, not get swarmed by a bunch of random cameras and people gushing about imPorts or whatever. She's stuck with a particularly persistent crowd, people who stuck on her even after she tried shoving past them or telling them to fuck off. After a few minutes, she decides hey, fuck it, time to give the people what they want. It's pretty impressive how quickly Hermes went from "get out of my face, ambassador to what" to, well.]

You wanna know what panties Sammie wears, huh? Hey, who says he wears anything at all?

[She's never heard of Sam Merlotte in her entire life, but that doesn't stop her from gesturing to someone at random, some other imPort who's also probably just trying to go about their life and buy some goddamn groceries instead of getting roped into an impromptu interview.]

But hey, my pal over there can give you the whole scoop, right buddy?

[That definitely got a few heads in the crowd to turn away from her, at least!]

MAURTIA FALLS
[So, listen, normally Hermes would be a little more partial towards the armed robbers than the cop cars following after them. Everyone's got their biases; she definitely wasn't planning on getting involved to stop them. That changes when one of the cars rockets by her on the sidewalk so fast that it almost whips her along in the aftermath.] Assholes! Learn how to fucking drive!

[She bends down to pick up a rock and throws it at the back of the retreating car. And throws another one. And another one. She definitely only picked up one rock, though. Weird how her arms are suddenly full of them.]

--Score!! Direct hit! Take that!

idk wildcard me blazer

1 because if there isn't a crowd can you imagine

[14words]

[whether she realized it or not pucci happened to be walking near the area hermes was pointing out to divert attention. the problem with being a jojo was their fucking clothes made them stick out like a sore thumb, especially when you're an asshole priest with fucking shiny material for your cassock.

so pucci, who had a grocery bag in hand and was pretty much having a normal day, walks straight into the attention of the pap who now think this random priest imPort knows about some guy's junk. hm.

pucci just sort of looks baffled for a moment, trying to figure out what the fuck they were even asking- who was sam? why did they care about him going commando?? - when he notices someone the pap was drifting away from.

his eyes narrow, hip popping out and arm bending so his wrist was at his waist. seriously how do you even. explain jojo poses. it looks sort of like this.

yes he's still holding the brown paper grocery bag though.]

Hermes Costello. It seems fate would pull us together again.

[yes, this thread is assuming she's been her a while already and he knows that but. it's pucci. so.]

joshua ( original )

[fettering]

( de chima )

[ having spent most of his life indoors and therefore shut safely away from the rest of the world, josh doesn't have a lot of experience with animals of any sort. dogs intrigue him, though, and of course he's seen plenty of pictures and videos on the internet, so seeing that there was some sort of demonstration with them had drawn him immediately.

he hadn't, uh, expected it to be quite like this, though, and being cloned from something holy, well-- they're... surrounding him.

he's doing some kind of pantomime-shooing dance to try to escape the pack of excited dogs. none of the chattering gives him any clues, of course, being deaf, but he looks on the verge of panic. please help him, he just wanted to pet a dog?? ]

( network )

i cant believe there are so many famous people from comics and movies and stuff here!!
reminds me of some fanfic i read once

is there a support group here for soulless abominations?
asking for a friend

network

[continuousgroaning]

whoa, whoa, whoa

you know what fanfiction is???

Satine Kryze | Star Wars

[foralways]

01. Heropa | Come What May

[Waking in this world was a shock, to say the least. She could still feel a ghost of a darkly tinted blade up between her ribs--the burn of plasma, energy, and the ache of her dying breaths. It was not a pleasant sensation, and she was rather pleased to find the distraction of the city at her fingertips.

What Satine was not expecting was the eruption of song, a cacophony of voices and off-sounding notes. She certainly wasn't looking forward to the bubbling urge to join them. She finds herself wandering a quiet avenue when the urge finally takes hold and a few quiet lines slip through her lips.]

One day I'll fly away / Leave all this to yesterday...Why live life from dream to dream / And dread the day when dreaming ends?

Oh dear... [Perhaps this place was a bit more than she bargained for.]

02. Nonah | This is the Rhythm of the Night

I'm sorry--no I...Excuse me?

[There's an incredulous scowl on Satine's face as a local asks a particularly pointed, and wholly inappropriate, question. There's a long-suffering sigh from her as she turns and gently pushes her way out of and away from the crowd. She was absolutely not at all obligated to answer such things.

She pinches the bridge of her nose, half-tempted to rub at her temples to try and nurse a headache that was quickly beginning to form. Instead, she gauges her surroundings to see where her wanderings had led her. The bars would normally not be one of the establishments she'd frequent back home, but these seem to be fancier affairs--something a bit more upscale than the shady joints found in the lower levels of Coruscant. And honestly, after this day she could use a drink. She wasn't a duchess here.

And so she finds herself among the crowds, a diplomatic smile pulling at her lips as she moves toward the bar of The Tipping Point. At least she seems to be dressed for the occasion.]

03. Wild Card | Burning Bright Right Till the End

[Want something not listed here? Have other ideas? Feel free to just drop something or hit me up at likeredgold]

1

[reexamined]

Lovely voice but dreadful lyrics.

[Because you know, that's what she asked for- a critique. And definitely critique from a giant droid, who's for some reason set on interrupting people's very personal moments.]

Six out of ten. Is everyone running around singing again?

Gina Linetti | Brooklyn 99

[true100]

1 Heropa
[This is very loud and these people are trying way too hard. The whole thing is kind of a mess really and all she has to do is go see what dump these people are making her stay at until she gets a better place. They're all singing and she is walking past, eyes on her phone to see what bogus data and apps are available.]

Nope.

God, and to think they couldn't bring my phone with me, now I have to start my autocorrect all over again.

[She isn't looking up from her phone, but it's almost like everyone moves out of her way. The perfume just sort of misses her as she walks by the spritzer.]

2. De Chima
[Mmkay all these dogs are a big no. Again with the loud and now messy. Oh but then that woman comes up on the megaphone and she keeps her head down, looking at her phone still but her voice raises up loudly over everything:] Literally no one asked for this!

[And then the dogs are out. They're everywhere but they, like the crowd in Heropa, seem to make a path for her, miss walking into her. The dogs' collars are yellow but they keep trying to sniff at her only to walk past her.]

3. Nonah

[Do you know what she needs? A drink. A lot of drinks because this whole place is bananas ridiculous. And being invited to a VIP event? Finally someone understanding how important she is. Hell, she'll even take the makeover thing if she gets to wear expensive stuff. Sure they said "borrow" buuuuuuuut this stuff may not quite make it back to the owners. She'll probably make a couple changes to it so it's more her, but Gina could get used to the five star treatment. The real problem is this dress doesn't have pockets for her phone. Great.

But she cruises through the party, smiles at the cameras because] Yes yessss, bitches. Finally being seen as the goddess I am.

I'M FREAKING OUT RN - 1

[pop_of_color]

I'm surprised you haven't just started autocorrecting yourself. [The voice comes out in its typical monotone fashion, devoid of any real emotion or inkling of said emotion, but someone who knew the leather-jacket-clad woman with the wild hair well enough, they'd be able to see the joy in her expression.

Well, sorta.

It's kinda buried under the analogous six feet of cement and blood and dirt and gasoline and whatever, but it's there.

Somewhere.

Rosa's casually flicking around a butterfly knife like it's a toy, gaze completely on Gina. Yet, somehow, she never seems to injure herself. It's unclear whether she's even acutely aware of the knife swirling and snapping in her hand. She's casually leaning against some brick facade, looking like she's been plucked straight outta some kinda greaser movie, and she looks fucking Done.]

Service here sucks, by the way.