HOT DOG FRENCH FRIES COME ON BABY TELL ME YOUR LIES

[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. Today is even friendlier, as the Florida city is experiencing a dip in the temperature that allows it to feel more like autumn -- why, at 60 degrees Fahrenheit, people might start breaking out their winter coats soon!

With a certain spooky holiday coming up, the city's main hospital has gotten in the spirit by setting up a Happy Hallow-Vein blood drive at a local block party. Maybe you've stumbled by and had your attention captured by a bunch of phlebotomists dressed up like Dracula, or maybe you volunteered your services as a celebrity imPort, here to encourage others to donate today! Either way, consider donating and then enjoying some fried Oreos and lemonade at the street fair. Gotta top off those fluids, after all!

Oh, but if you're an imPort, you might have to fill out a few extra forms... they have to watch out for alien blood, after all, and you might just run into a couple of people wondering if they can get your powers from your blood.


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!

In this spooky month of October, special effects companies are doing a limited-time outdoors expo to really show off their stuff! You may see terribly convincing lizardpeople, zombies, monsters, elves and aliens in your midst, delighting in peeling synthetic skin off to reveal horrifying makeup beneath the masks and occasionally ducking away to perform a little last-minute costume maintenance. The kids are agog and aghast at what’s surrounding them, and if you, imPort, happen to be a little less than human, you might get children and adults alike yanking on your ears, tails, and other non-human characteristics while marveling, “Amazing! How do they make it look so real?”

The rest of the expo is spent showing off holograms of explosions, entirely too many smoke machines, demonstrations of stuntmen on bungees, and more! Guests are welcome to get their faces done up as the mythical being of their choice or, for the truly daring, to try their hand at a stunt or two themselves.

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.

Infuriated by the reappearance of some members of this old imPort team, you might run into a few gangmembers spoiling for a fight with any imPort they can get their hands on. You can see them striding angrily down the street, giving innocent people the stinkeye and glancing at everyone's wrists. Eventually, they come across a poor soul that simply has a very distinct aesthetic - look, they just like cyberpunk! - and, having mistaken them for an imPort, drag her into the shadows for what they feel is a well-deserved beat down.

What do you do, imPort? Do you save her? Do you run away to avoid capture yourself? Or, you little villain you, do you go in and beat them up so you can take her purse? It's easy to see that she's carrying an awful lot of money on her!

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. Today, much of that excitement centers around tryouts for The Sing-le Long, the hottest new singing competition/dating show to hit the airwaves! Held in the outdoor ampitheater of a local park, the lines for tryouts are somewhat disorganized, winding around into the audience area—you might come to take a look and find yourself accidentally onstage! Or maybe the tryout coordinators spotted an imPort and bumped you to the front of the line. Either way, prepare to belt out a song and list your turn-ons afterward!

Outside the park, you're still likely to attract attention. Natives may gather around new arrivals and ask both personal and broad questions about life as an imPort, what they are looking forward to, if they're looking for a sidekick. A few restaurants will offer a free appetizer (with the purchase of an entree), and you may be offered product samples from local businesses! Just be sure to speak to an agent before signing any endorsement deals.

Comments

jonathan sims | the magnus archives

[statementends]

02;

[it started out innocently enough, jon making way through the town, rather lost on what to do with himself now that he had actual time off like a normal human being. people didn't live, breath and eat work? preposterous. there's was nothing wrong with dedication, etc etc.

except he had no idea how to handle free time.

so while going through the town he notices some kids and parents and costumed people talking about, of course, vampires. he nearly starts walking faster when the argument hit his ears that 'no, vampires always are like this!' ]

Actually there's been alleged vampirism that manifests with a form of mutism and the ability to mentally impress commands. [he finds himself saying. if you want to get in on that go, otherwise....


otherwise you might catch a group of people, many of them children, around him. jon looks a little overwhelmed, like he has no idea how he got in the situation he's in right now. what situation is that?]

Tell us another scary story! [a child demands. several agree.

jon sighs. save him? demand stories as well?? up to you.]


03;

[so, anyone want to be a hero?

because this idiot did see that girl getting harassed, and this idiot also has no powers to protect himself. he can't even throw much of a punch, he's just a regular idiot.

an idiot who called out.] Excuse me! Stop that! [before thinking about it more than not at all.

he's surrounded by those not imPort fans, who would clearly be more than happy to beat up some stupid british nerd who just looks annoyed at his own momentary impulsiveness. save him??]

STORY TIME BRUH

[brobecue]

[ Oh, man. Tadashi's good at a lot of things, and thankfully for Jon, talking to kids is one of them. He's on his way through De Chima to check out those holograms at the expo when this poor struggling wretch of a man catches his attention, and he sighs, rubs his hand over the back of his neck and heads on over to help. He smiles at the kids, and they all immediately turn their attention to him. ]

You know, I heard a pretty scary story once about a vampire. He was about... this tall... [ he puts his hand at about level with Jon's head. ] And he had glasses, just, um - just like those, actually. [ he frowns at Jon. ] Black hair. Scruffly beard. Huh... weird.

I heard this vampire... [ he drops his voice. ] Well, I heard he ate kids. Took 'em back to his mansion and gobbled 'em all right up! You don't think... no. You don't think he's... here with us... right now...?

[ tadashi gasps, and he expects the kids to laugh and scream and run away, but instead one of them bravely steps forward and just punches Jon right in the fuckin' knee. ]

Uh-- wait. [ another kid steps forward and whacks Jon in the shin, and then another, and Tadashi has his hands up in surrender, shooting this poor dude the most nervous and apologetic look he can muster. ] Okay, I-- okay. Okay. I may have underestimated their bravery?

Kanan Jarrus | the war in our stars

[kanyounot]

1; Heropa

[ Kanan has certainly not had a lot of time or energy for celebrations lately - and there's been precious little to celebrate about. So it might feel a little weird, a little awkward, to be having one now, even if it is for a good cause.

That doesn't mean he won't try to enjoy himself, however. It's a nice day, not too warm or cold, a light breeze playing through his hair, and boy, is there ever food. Weird food. ]

Okay, you're gonna have to tell me what an oreo is, before I attempt to eat it.

[ Cut the blind guy some slack, will ya? ]

2; Maurtia Falls

[ Kanan has little trouble finding his way around, for the most part. The Jedi trained him well, his senses are sharp, and he doesn't really need eyes to see - not with the Force on his side. Of course, that doesn't stop other people from making erroneous assumptions about his abilities.

There was a time in his life when the sounds of someone in distress, in pain and fear, might not have pushed him to assist. Not anymore, though. He can tell from the smells that it's some kind of alley - probably a dead end, darker even than the street beyond, and with the Force it's easy for him to tell who's who - a small person, probably a woman from the sound of her, on the ground, three others hovering above, kicking at her. He reaches out a hand, feeling a metal railing. ]

You shouldn't pick on people smaller than you.

[ They laugh derisively, taunting him, because he's blind and yadda yadda. The usual stuff. Kanan just grins a little, reaches out a hand, and in another instant, the guy closest to him goes flying into a brick wall. ]

You guys made a big mistake tonight.

3; wildcard

[ Drop your own prompt here or hit me up on frodabaggins if you want something more specific! ]

2!

[phoenixleader]

[ She'd been in town training at NuJedha, speaking with other members of other Rebel cells like some sort of bizzare support group for adjusting to this world. Of course, she'd heard of a resurgence of crime in the city, especially targeting imPorts, and that's why she's on her toes tonight.

The sounds of a fight, however, draw her attention. The racous sounds of laughter and then the clatter of metal and the thud of a body and- a voice.

A voice she recognizes.

Eyes wide, she drops her bag to go running into the alley, standing at the entrance to see Kanan there, and four or five people in the alley near a woman, curled up and whimpering in pain. ]

Think you could use some help evening the odds. Good thing I was here to rescue you.

[ A small jab from their first meeting under similar circumstances. She lets the smile play on her face as she takes her place beside him, her hand on her blaster. They need to get that girl away from the gang. ]

stefano valentini | the evil within 2 | ota

[freezeframes]

03 - Hold that pose

[ This all reminds him very much of Union, and he wonders if perhaps they have attempted to "import" him into another STEM network. He holds his camera tight in his hands, like it is something of great value (because it is -- oh, it is.) Could it be that here he would be able to find his muse? Would he be able to paint the beauty that is true art? Will the people be able to understand what he is creating -- or will he be surrounded by dullards, by philistines once more?

Stefano muses over all these things before he notes the look of what appears to be some rather rough-looking gentlemen. They smell of violence and bloodlust, which means that Stefano naturally follows to see what they are up to. So many people part the way for them but one young woman does not move quickly enough away. Such crudeness could never be considered art. Even if they were to kill her accidentally, the brutality would not translate to beauty.

A test, then.

He lifts his camera and focuses as he stands just outside those menacing shadows. A small pause before he takes his picture and the world shudders, vibrates, and gives into his will. The space ahead of him is frozen in time -- all members of the violent act standing perfectly still like a photograph. A fully boxed area that is outside of time now exists in the shadows. One can see the blue haze of said box if they move carefully to catch the sides of it in the faint light.

Immediately, his senses are filled with familiar music as he smiles at the frozen faces of both gang member and victim. ]

Now this is art. What may become of you should you continue would be nothing but meaningless violence that has no purpose in a world that can be filled with ... serenity. This [ He tells his literal captive audience. ] is what it is to exist within moments of an explosion. Indeed, I have turned what would have been a grotesque and ugly scene into something worth pondering... worth admiring.

[ He reaches to take the purse out of the woman's hands before stepping back out of the space of frozen time. ] A worthy pay for someone like myself. I would put a signature on this, but... that can come later. [ Stefano takes a step back, holding his camera close, as he attempts to leave the shadows and his first art piece in a new world. ]

WILD CARD

[ Tag him with anything. I'm voice-testing this loser so anything is good. ]

mary winchester | supernatural

[momchester]

03;

[Mary has only been in Maurtia Falls for a few hours: enough to get a welcome spiel, a file, and to start playing with her powers a bit. Also, she managed to set several trees on fire- which led to practicing another power, putting fires out again. Learning is fun.

So it's absent much of this context - of imPorts, of Ambassador Baelish's trustworthy (lol) leadership, of the fact that imPorts apparently have a distinct aesthetic to them- she doesn't know this.

What she does know is that she has fire powers, Enochian brass knuckles (strong enough to knock an archangel on his ass), and one hell of an attitude problem. So when she sees some poor girl being hauled off by a rowdy group of shitheads, she has a problem with it.]

Hey!

[The runes on her brass knuckles start to glow blue. Then, slowly, the brass knuckles themselves take on a red-hot glow as her hands begin to flame.]

You have to the count of three. Let her go.



WILD CARD

[Lol anything goes. Give me anything, I gotta voice test.]

[nightmarist]

[Mary isn't the only one who intends to intervene. At the same time she steps forward, someone else is coming up from the back. Ronan Lynch is a formidable boy when compared to ordinary humans: over six feet tall and built to fight, with dozens of scars to mark the many fights he's already survived. But he doesn't have any flashy powers. Nothing that would be of use in combat, anyway. He only has his fists.

And he's happy to use them.

Not generous enough to give the thugs a warning count, he takes advantage of Mary's distraction and interrupts by punching what he perceives as the leader of the clan. The blow lands right in the thug's kidney, cheap but effective.]

You guys are a little low on the food chain to be picking fights like these.

eric cartman | trash shows/trash games

[alacartman]

[ 1. Heropa ]

[ Florida lacked a certain...chill that Colorado natives were used to. Especially young boys dressed up -- rather charmingly -- as a raccoon. Claws and everything, the boy was dancing around the hospital, and trying to see over the crowd at the hospital blood drive.

He couldn't jump very high, and after a moment, he shrieked -- an obscene and frustrated sound, before he started to wail. ]

I can't see if they're Vampire-Doctors out to suck our blood if I can't look at them!

[ He focused watery, teary eyes on the closest passerby. ]

Won't -- Won't you help me up so I can see?

[ 3. Maurtia Falls. ]

Maurtia Falls. [ The short, stubby child dressed as a fucking raccoon narrated as he made his way up the street, heading toward the alley where there'd been a scream. ]

I never thought I'd find a city worse than back home, but... [ He peeked down the alleyway, poised and dramatic. ]

Then again, back home was no match for The Coon.

[ He dashed down the alley, before he bared his "claws". ]

That's right! If nobody else could do it, what makes you think you can stand up to The Coon?

[ Everyone, predictably, lifted their heads, and then tilted them. Muggers and muggee in unison, as if they were trying to figure out who left their child in the alley, and whether or not the kid was on drugs or something. ]

3 | yes good.

[momchester]

[Mary, who is in the middle of choking one of the assailants out with one hand while holding a fireball in the other, also freezes. She also headtilts, not letting go of the shithead in her choke hold.]

Kid, what are you doing?

alex russo | wizards of waverly place

[delincuente]

[ heropa. ]

[The metal crowd barricades at the edge of the blood drive aren't for sitting, but that isn't stopping a gangly young girl in a cow-print flight suit from perching on top like it's a director's chair. She pops a bite of something greasy and ungodly into her mouth - deep fried Oreo, smothered in... something that seems to have made it even worse.]

You know, the peanut butter makes it almost like a sandwich.

[Oh, she's talking to you? Good luck.]

[ nonah. ]

[Beyond the edges of the park, that same girl in the same horrendous flight suit seems to have attracted a small crowd of curious guests.]

Yeah, I'm called Cow Girl. My main power is standing in fields and mooing at people.

[She's is utterly pleased with herself, almost laughing at her own painfully dumb joke.]

I'm serious, look me up. That's C-O-W...

heropa

[picksthenames]

[ Cisco is doing his civic duty and donating blood today. He's just coming away from the phlebotomist's tent with his new bandaid when he spots the girl into the cow getup. ]

Right. A deliciously unhealthy sandwich.

[ Cisco likes Oreos as much as the next guy, but that might be over the top for even him. ]

2!

[momchester]

[Mary is nearby, also enjoying the expo. It isn't something she plans on sticking around long, because her life has enough blood and horror in it- but still, it's enough to add some diversion and weirdness to a boring late October day.

However, she catches an odd comment from a young boy - can't be more than 16 - that gives her pause.]

You see a lot of axe-related gut wounds in your life?

Tsukiyama Shu | Tokyo Ghoul

[trashlord]

2. De Chima.

[ My, my. This reminds him back in high school when he would be surrounded as soon as he would walk through the front gates. The cameras remind him of something -- someone else, however. Yet he offers a bright, friendly smile each time that he is asked to turn toward them. But he does not pose for them. That is reserved for a little mouse that he will always be fond of. Like a master is to a pet. So, the smiles that they get are placating ones rather than real.

But he is pulled away from the flashing cameras to young children tugging on his sleeves. ]

Now, now, young little meat pies. [ His tone is friendly enough, but if one knew him, they would have probably have a few choice words of outright admitting his human-eating ways. ] One question at a time! I'm afraid that I don't have any power to speak of beyond having the power of confusion for being here. [ A cheerful laugh. But when he is met with faces of confusion does he realize that imPorts all have powers. ]

Ah, well, I suppose I do have a power but it is not an interesting one. [ When in Rome. He closes his eyes before opening them. The whites have turned black and the eye color itself shifts to blood red. ] I can just make a frightening face. Do you not think so? Oui?

04. Nonah, North Carolina.

[ Ugh, he's salivating!

Tsukiyama feels like he could use some comfort food after everything that he has been through in these past couple hours. He would settle on feasting on the vocal chords of those that are attempting to practice for the Sing-Le Long. Just think! Finding a relatively secluded place, he allows his thoughts to run wild. His arms thrown out at his side as he pirouettes. All those people testing and training and working to strengthen and better their singing! Their chords at the peak of health and vigor!

His hand slaps over his chest as he spins in a small circle, eyes closed. To lean forward, to breathe an appreciating sigh upon their throat, I would be the one to taste what their labor has come to be! The glory! Sweetness! The comfort found only in such delicious affairs! His tongue runs over his lips before he holds his hands out at his sides, like he is attempting to hold back the flood.

It doesn't do much since his mouth and chin are covered in drool.

Non! You must resist! I don't know what this world has in store! I don't know what they know of ghouls, what they know of what we can do, what defense mechanisms these humans have in store! Before it was all known, even if it was but a game played from side-to side-- Tsukiyama sways dramatically from the right to the left, dipping low enough that his fingers glide over the ground before he pulls himself up. -- and there are heroes! Those with powers! What do they taste like? What is it that they've worked and honed upon? No!

He throws his head back, holding onto the collar of his shirt. I must resist the temptation that is before me. Ah, this sweet temptation. And he collapses, ending his mental monologue with himself. ]

4

[ghoulking]

[ relatively secluded places don't really exist here when there are imPorts around. They often use back alleys so they won't be noticed by the population, specially when so many people are around. or at least kaneki does. Maybe he is not a good example.

regardless, he does use back alleys and he comes across something he really wishes in hadn't seen, in some ways. Of course tsukiyama is easy to recognize and of course Kaneki is about to get close to him and probably be a bit emotional, until he realizes a couple of things that are off: Tsukiyama is acting like a creep which is not something he does often (not anymore), he is a lot more jovial which again is not something Tsukiyama has been feeling all of late after what kaneki did to his family, he looks younger and different (hair is shorter).

Kaneki is very familiar with discrepancies between timelines and while he is familiar with this behavior and looks from Tsukiyama, they are not recent. He was like this before - about three years or four ago. Not now, not the way Kaneki knows him now.

Since he wasn't noticed yet, kaneki will take a moment to think things through. How should he approach the man? What if he is back to his obsession of wanting to eat kaneki, while using sweet words? Can kaneki really go through all of that again? It's not like he has a choice, and it's not like he can run from this since Tsukiyama WILL know Kaneki is there. But still - it's hard to see someone he considers a close friend and someone he trusts with his life, going back to a time where nothing of that matters. ]

Are you quite done? [ Kaneki eventually speaks up, looking at the man. He will pull the most convincing expression of "nothing is wrong (apart from how creepy you are being right now)" he can, and he'll go from there. ]

Reigen Arataka | Mob Psycho

[1000p]

01;

[ Reigen is smart about how he spends his time in the city. He likes to think he is, most of the time, anyway--so when a leisurely stroll on a cool night leads him past the hospital, he decides to dip in and give his time to a good cause. And his blood. He's giving that up, too.

Only, he thought a little less about the process of giving blood and maybe gave too much time to eyeballing the fried oreos and lemonade. Free food is free, and it's not like Reigen is watching his weight.

It's only when he sits down and is ready to give up his blood to the vampires--err, the nurses--that he sees the approaching needle and blanches. ]

Uh, that thing? You're going to stick that thing in my arm? ... you know, now that I think about it, I probably filled out those forms incorrectly. I might have an incurable disease. Isn't it true that one bad blood vial spoils the whole batch? Seriously, I'd rather not risk it.

[ If you're a nurse or helping the drive, he'll be doing his damnedest to escape from giving blood. If you're giving blood yourself, he'll probably gesture at you as evidence that they can't possibly need his blood that badly, since they clearly already have plenty of donors. He might look a little green when he turns to you for help. ]

Look. Hey, would you want to be given blood from someone who's sick? ... this is a bad idea.

02;

[ Reigen has managed to keep his human appearance throughout the recent changes in his life and lifestyle, so he blends in easily with the crowds of people ogling other heroes and special effects' artists alike.

Only, being so bland is, for once, a downside. He would otherwise take advantage and ask for 10 dollars per picture--shocking, if no one else has done so--and he's tempted to pretend to be a representative for the heroes. He's uncertain how well that would fly, so he settles for something that will blend in a bit better with the expo.

It's not difficult to sneak into one of the changing rooms to borrow a costume. He finds an outfit that suits him and his purpose well enough. If he looks silly, he supposes it doesn't matter in the end, as long as it's enough to get people's attention.

Reigen sets up shop where there's less security, snagging a table, a cloth, and then paper and sharpie, advertising himself as a psychic reader.

There, he'll sit, calling out to any curious onlookers. The shawl he wears is a gaudy red, the gold hoop earrings clinging to the lobes of his ears with clasps, and the gold necklaces strung around his neck are in multiples. The sign on his table advertises for spiritual readings--meaning, he can contact spirits for you, consult you on your troubles to determine if the cause is bad energy, or cure you of a curse.

He calls out to you, whoever you are, granted you're not security or a worker here--asking if you have any ails, any recent spiritual troubles, if you've felt haunted recently, if, perhaps, your shoulder is heavy.

He'll insist he consult you; for a small fee, of course. ]

2

[quickfingers]

[Peter's still not got his fill of Halloween gore and glory, even after his Friday the 13th bash. But today he's not the one in face paint, (a total relief - it took ten fucking years to wash it off last time,) but is nonetheless walking through the expo taking in the sights. With his naturally silver hair he might even look like a half-assed participant, otherwise dressed in casual clothes and eating chips out of a bag while he walks.

But you know how it is, something half-assed is attracted to something half-assed and he finds himself looking at the gaudy set up at Reigen's table from behind reflective silver sunglasses. He surveys it for a second with great skepticism before stepping up and sitting down across from this apparent mystic.

He flicks his glasses back, resting them on top of his head.] Is the ten bucks a consult or will you, y'know, also help me deal with my potential hauntings and spiritual ailments for the low low price of $9.99 all inclusive? Inquiring minds need to know, man.

Claudia the Vampire { Interview with a Vampire }

[kidsmenu]

Heropa

[How the fuck, you wonder, did a tiny girl, unsupervised by any visible adults, manage to get into the front of the line at a blood donation? It's hard to know, and might well have something to do with the ImPort dossier on her, the recognition and special legal exceptions that all of their kind get. Regardless of the logistics, here she is, a doll of a person in an old-fashioned satin dress, sitting on the edge of the cot.

She's watching as they press the needle into her little white arm, drawing out her blood. The red fluid fills the cylinder, flowing up the notches of measurement. Her pupils are huge with fascination.] You're going to put this in other people? [she asks, then turns her head to look at you, maybe in the queue or merely spectating.] What ever do you think will happen to them?

De Chima

Help me! Help me please, I'm lost.

[She's a bit articulate for a twelve-year-old girl, but maybe it's just times. She's dressed old-fashioned, her skirts flared over petticoats and her hair in hundreds of blonde ringlets, both of which are flapping around as she pelts down the night-time street. Then stops suddenly, looking around. People are looking at her. She looks frightened. Maybe she really is. Her eyes are big, blue, and terrified.] Aidez-moi s'il vous plaît! I do not know the way back to the Porter.

[And there is also a small problem where she's standing in a bus lane and the number 32 is coming. They didn't have buses in her time, okay. The concept of a horseless carriage was very narrow, and vampires hadn't gotten around to spending their ancient hoards of money on that sort of thing yet.]

Network (Audio)

I wish to know where to buy a flat iron for my hair. Thank you.

De Chima

[morethan084]

[Daisy is actually on her way back to the porter so she could get home. Having just gotten off her shift from Merlotte's Daisy is ready to just fall into her bed and wake up whenever her body felt like it tomorrow.

Daisy had caught the beginning of the little girl's panic, but then she heard a tiny voice speaking in a foreign language and caught people just staring at her. Stepping around them, Daisy immediately stepped in. She looked like a real life doll. A very vintage looking doll.]

Hey. It's okay.

[Daisy always had a soft spot for kids and she immediately made her voice softer as she stepped closer, not wanting to frightening her.]

I'm going back to the porter. I'll take you there, okay?

Tadashi Hamada | Big Hero 6

[brobecue]

01. de chima.
[ Oh man! This place is the best. The innovation! The technology! The science! Tadashi is overwhelmed with all the lights and the colours and the sounds this place has to offer, drifting through the expo with just the brightest, goofiest grin on his face. If he wasn't such a polite dude, he would totally be pulling on some of those tails and wondering how they worked, but instead he's keeping a respectful distance from everything, snaking his way through the floor and scribbling frantically into a notepad.

He bumps into you as he's walking through the crowd, too busy laughing at a kid giggling at some poor dude's lizard-makeup melting everywhere because he forgot to set it to see where he's going, and he drops the notes he'd been taking all over the floor. ]

Ah-- augh! I'm sorry, that was my fault, I wasn't watching where I was going.

[ he bends down to pick them up, but he's rushing as fast as he can so he can get back to the floor. maybe you help him! maybe you don't. either way, when he's got all his papers back in his arms again, he smiles at you from ear to ear, looking around the expo. ]

This place is amazing. Next time I host a Halloween party, I've gotta go all out. Wanna help me find ideas?

02. inside the expo.
[ So, after overhearing Tadashi go on and on and on and on about his own inventions (and after realizing that having an import take the stage would be prety dang good advertisement for whatever it is their company was trying to sell), a representative from a small SFX business is giving Tadashi room to speak about the companion he brought in as his imPort power. He's a little nervous, holding a mic in one hand and his hat in the other, but he's been introducing himself for a couple of minutes without tripping over himself, so he thinks he's doing a good job.

Standing next to him is a fluffy balloon marshmallow man who seems to be loving all the attention he's getting. Maybe? It's hard to say. He's just kind of staring. He sure is waving a lot, at least. ]

So - This is Baymax. State of the art medical assistant! I made him, and he's gonna help a lot of people. Uh - I could tell you the ins and outs of how he works, but... if anyone's injured - or I guess willing to get a little injured - I could just show you his deal. It's - it's safe. He's safe! He's safe. This isn't... a Halloween trick. He's not going to eat you or anything.

[ Phew. Presentations were a lot easier to deliver back home when he didn't have to deal with all these adoring looks from the non-imports. ]

wildcard
[ or anything else! southpaws yo ]

02

[1000p]

[ The place is a little more than crowded, and if Reigen didn't have previous experience on a sales' floor, he'd probably find the atmosphere stifling. That doesn't make it any less interesting, though after a short while he wants nothing more than a cigarette. He's on his way out for just that when he catches sight of Tadashi's presentation--or rather, Baymax himself--and has to stop to listen for an explanation.

Reigen's not particularly the type to volunteer, but when no one else immediately does, he decides to take pity on the kid and offer himself up. He's curious enough as to this thing's purpose that he raises his hand, and assuming Tadashi chooses him out, he'll budge through the crowd and settle himself beside Baymax. It's cute, at least. ]

Sorry, I don't have any preexisting injuries. You won't go overboard, right?

Soldier: 76 || Overwatch

[notayoungman]

[ Heropa ]

Crowds. He hated crowds. In the past, they'd made him uncomfortable. Too much could go wrong with crowds. They were unpredictable, whether it was a stampede or absolute chaos, nothing with crowds ever went well in an operation. Now he avoided them at all costs. Not just because someone might recognize him--back home as a dead man, here as an imPort--but they weren't safe. He couldn't watch for threats, for anything that could be a problem. An enemy could have a knife in his ribs before he even realized they were there.

As dusk approached, the crowd in the street fair and around the hospital had thinned out. The guest of honor having made their appearance and since departed. Ziegler was in this world. It seemed impossible, yet he'd spoken to her. If she were in this city, this was the most likely place. But he hadn't seen her, not since he'd taken up his position on a balcony overlooking the street fair. He didn't even know for sure she was in this city. There was a whole world out there, and if any imPort were to get clearance to leave the country, it was her. Off rescuing children in a war torn country, no doubt. It was foolish to assume she'd be here. It was foolish to even look for her. He had no intent to even speak to her, not in person. Even with the mask, she'd recognize him.

As the sky streaked with orange and pink, he checked the sidewalk below him. All clear. He vaulted over the railing and dropped to the pavement two floors below. His boots slammed into the pavement, momentum driving him into a crouch. He rose to his feet and slipped into the deepening shadows between the buildings.

[ Maurita Falls ]

The city reminded him of the way things were back home. Shades of Dorado and Kings Row. Signs of a war that maybe wasn't quite over. A tension that could be felt in the air. Residents a bit more wary than other places in the world. It felt like a place he might be able to do something rather than feeling like he was spinning his wheels while he tried to figure this new world out. He was making his way through the streets when he heard a scream. He couldn't deny that he'd been waiting for something like that. A call to action.

Ducking into the shadows, he was able to spot where it came from. He took a moment to assess the situation. A few thugs, a victim he could barely make out. It was clear this was an attack, not a fight. He moved to action, without hesitation.

The thugs never knew what hit them. Two were dropped by plasma shots to the chest before they even knew anyone else was there. A third caught a shot in the arm as he tried to get out of the way. The rockets were out of the question with those bastards still too close to the girl. While they scrambled to find where he was, he continued to pick them off. A few finally wised up and tried to rush him, but he was too fast for them. One he snagged by the arm, bouncing his head off a dumpster. Another found his feet knocked out from under him, the butt of a rifle slamming into the back of his head. The rest started to scatter, realizing they were in over their heads, but he was having none of it. He bolted after them, catching one before he could escape the alley. They crashed to the ground, his fist colliding with the ganster's face. Three, four, five times.

Picking the thug up by the shirt, still technically alive, he growled in his face, "Next time, pick on someone your own size."

As he got to his feet, he heard something behind him. A small sound, the girl cowering. But as she held up her hand to shield her face, he could see her bare wrist. Unmarked. Just a civilian. He didn't say anything. He just walked passed her to the opposite end of the alley. He'd stay hidden, make sure none of those bastards came back for her, until someone more suited to the actual heroics showed up. The credit was up for grabs, he didn't want it.

[ Wildcard ]

[ Anything else you'd want. Bug him on the network. He's just not the sort to do much in the way of public announcements. Also come bother me at thorhugs]

Maurita Falls

[bestpirate]

Out of nowhere, the telltale sound of applause disrupts the uneasy tension in the air. "Quick thinking, mate." So says the man standing within the entrance to this dark alleyway. The bright gleam of the street lamps barely illuminates his face but the soldier might take note of the tricorn hat upon the pirate's head along with those amused kohl rimmed eyes. Jack steps out of the soldier's path with a bit of thespian-like flourish to match the grin upon his face. Jack has seen all sorts of heroism since his untimely arrival to this world but he never seen a "hero" too bashful to take the credit.

"Leaving so soon, sir?" Jack questions once the other is nearer. "You could fetch yourself some credit with that good deed. It would be a waste otherwise." The pirate chuckles a little as he moves to follow. He keeps a reasonable amount of distance from this bloke. After all, he just seen what that fancy gun could do to a man and doesn't think his flintlock pistol could ever match up.

"Fancy weapon ye got there, mate." The pirate mentions once he falls into step with the soldier. "Fancier than me French pistols I acquired off the corpse of a Spaniard." He morbidly jokes as he glances at the two gorgeous pistols at his belt and signature white and red striped sash.

"Quite the irony, no? Spaniards are too proud to admit that the French have style."

Shaak Ti | Star Wars

[notinvain]

De Chima

[It had taken Shaak Ti more than a few days to gain her bearings given the last thing she remembered before her arrival. She could feel the Force around her, there were others like her but she wasn't going to rush into confrontations just yet.

Patience, for now.

This seemed to be a planet populated by mostly humans, her montrals attracted attention wherever she went. She wasn't amused by cameras being shoved in her face, subtle use of the Force helped her pass through when she didn't need anyone in her face.

The Halloween holiday celebration is strange but fascinating and she's lost in her thoughts until a salesperson is suddenly in front of her, talking about how great her costume is. A black pointy witch hat is shoved into her hands before the salesperson hurries off, promising to return with the rest of the costume, leaving her holding the hat.

There is no possible way for that thing to fit over her montrals, she's not even going to try.]


Maurtia Falls

[It's not long until the perpetrators hit the wall suddenly, thrown back from an invisible force.

She lowered her hand as they hit the ground, making sure they were out of the way for the moment before turning her attention to the woman. However, the woman seems more spooked by the Togruta who can throw around people with a gesture, fleeing with her purse clutched in her arms.

But there are more pressing concerns as the gangsters start to get to their feet. They don't look too happy.]


wildcard

[hit me up!]

maurtia falls

[extremeteenbible]

[ Merle had just been walking down the sidewalk when he sees a woman dart out of an alley, spooked. He decides to investigate. Entering the alley, he sees an odd looking woman-- an elf or something? But not any kind of elf he's seen before. Maybe a tiefling? Anyway, he sees her standing and then a bunch of mobster looking guys preparing to attack.

He sidles up to the woman, who is much taller than his 3 foot 6 inch frame, and holds up his Extreme Teen Bible, casting Spirit Guardians. A wave of small white lights burst into view around the two of them, extending out for 15 feet. The closest mobster looks at the lights, but decides to come forward anyway, only to be attacked by the lights once he steps inside the 15 foot radius. He winces, bleeding a little, but pushes forward anyway. Inside the area of the lights, however, his movement is slowed to about half speed, so he can't quite reach Merle and the woman.

Merle looks up at his new partner and winks, though with his eyepatch covering one eye, it might just look like a blink. ]

selene | underworld ( evolution )

[vampirebite]

HEROPA
[ With the cooler temperatures rolling in comes night falling earlier and earlier and it's evening when Selene finds herself at this street fair. Normally, something she wouldn't even consider giving a second glance at. But with the overwhelming scent of blood hanging thick in the air, it's easy enough to attract the curiosity of a creature of the night; a vampire.

She's not here to donate blood and, rather, trying to find a way to acquire some without drawing too much attention to herself or any donations that might suddenly go missing. While not exactly out in the open, she's still lingering nearby, keeping an eye on everything going on at the blood drive booth... maybe looking a little too interested in it. This isn't the most ideal of situations in which she would take care of her hunger, but to ignore it would make things worse for not only herself, but others around her.

It's when an opening happens that she moves from her spot across the street and bumps shoulders with whoever happens to have suddenly been caught in her path; maybe it's you. A flash of electric blue comes to her eyes, lasting only seconds, looking annoyed with the accidental run-in. ]

Watch where you're going.


MAURTIA FALLS
[ For anyone walking down this particular street tonight, they'll be stumbling upon the tail end of this little scuffle here. It's the sound of gunshots going off first, followed by a yowl of pain or two, then a body flying from the alley and smashing into the nearest car's windshield, alarms possibly going off from impact. But it's the stumbling guy making his way out of the alley and trying to get to his feet that makes for the coup de gras, Selene emerging from the alley and firing a couple rounds into the guy's kneecaps, rendering him unable to move and yelling out in pain.

This all looks rather bad until one sees the trembling girl making her way out of the alley and Selene telling her to go, the girl doing just that and leaving Selene with one of her Berettas aimed toward the staggering, swearing gang member. Until she catches sight of you and aims that Beretta your way now. ]


WHEREVER
[ Tucked away at the very end of the counter in this diner, Selene sits there on the stool, dripping wet but away from the questions and cameras and everything else going on outside, including the rain. Normally she wouldn't care much about traveling in the rain, her cooler than normal temperature being of the norm for her. Her face in her hands, elbows on the counter, everything is suddenly catching up to her since her arrival here that she is, in fact, alone.

It's the waitress giving her that honey, you gonna order something? that has Selene at first give her a no thank you, out of very strained politeness. But that attempt is shown to be for nothing when she's told she needs to order something since the diner's for paying customers, especially ones who aren't dripping all over the floor and it's with a flash of electric blue in her eyes that she gives an annoyed ]

Coffee. You have that, don't you?

[ and the waitress seems to swallow thickly, nodding as she disappears to fetch a pot. Selene, on the other hand, brushes a set of fingers through her wet hair, looking moments away from tears. Or maybe it's just the raindrops on her lashes. ]


WILDCARD
( no good? let's do something else. )

Chrom | Fire Emblem: Awakening

[tendtheflock]

1- De Chima: The Risen Threat

[This was... a lot for one man to handle, even if he'd met his own children from the future because of time travel. It wasn't like HE'D ever time traveled before, so! Amidst the extraordinarily unfamiliar architecture, the people in clothing that was wholly unlike anything he'd ever seen before, and the technology, Chrom was already a little overwhelmed.

No amount of briefing could have prepared him for this, pamphlet or no, and boy it'd be obvious that he was not from around here, and that's without even looking at his bared wrist.

He wore his single pauldron and his cape draped over the same shoulder, his clothing resembling a knight much more than any ghoul or goblin, but much more worrying was his large sword, which he'd pulled from it's sheath in a panic upon seeing.... a person dressed as a zombie.]

Risen, here?! Have I been brought here to fight yet another war...?

[He was so tired. He just wanted to go home and be with his family. He had a baby daughter and a future daughter and son and a lovely wife...

He gave an annoyed huff, not seeming to notice how the 'Risen' had begun to panic and attempt to take off their costume.]

2. Maurtia Falls: I Can't Ignore Someone in Need

[That is Chrom's credo, and it is literally what is happening now. He sees a bunch of ruffians dragging off a poor, defenseless woman(or maybe she's not defenseless, maybe she is simply vastly outnumbered and overpowered, they WERE using numbers), and he's not going to hesitate. This may not be his country, or even his realm, but he would not stand by and allow someone to suffer if he could help.

As he enters the alleyway with them, his face is twisted into a scowl before he takes out his sword and thrusts it into the pavement with one arm, cracking the ground beneath his weapon.]

Leave here now, and you leave with your lives. Refuse, and I will not hesitate to strike you down.

[Good thing he was registered, right? Otherwise he could probably get in trouble for that. But sometimes, violence was the only language a person understood, and Chrom was in the mood for some very direct communication.]

3- Nonah: I'm Happily Married

[He'd just been looking for a nap in the park, but this was RUDELY interrupted by people trying to force him to sing???? Not his strong suit. And they're talking about trying to find him a DATE?!

Thank god for his super strength, because not a single one of them can get him to move from his spot once he knows what is going on here.]

N-no! Absolutely not! Unhand me! I have a WIFE! AND A DAUGHTER!

[And he was a FAITHFUL MAN. Really, the scene here was beginning to get out of hand, and soon enough people can be seen shoved out of the way- WAY out of the way- as he leans his shoulder forward and absolutely barrels through the crowd, looking around in a panic as he bursts free from the group of natives.]

M-Merciful Naga...! What is wrong with these people?!

4- Nonah: Everyone's A Hero In Their Own Way

[Outside of the park...

Chrom actually looks pretty relaxed. He's getting attention, for sure, but it's not something he's terribly unused to. He was the ruler of Ylisse, after all, and most everyone knew who he was back home, so being swarmed with kids asking about his life wasn't really NEW to him.

And he looked right in his element, even as they tugged at his cape, all vying for attention.]

Aha, maybe once you get older you could join the Shepherds, if that's what you're interested in.

[He grinned at that, picking up two kids by an arm very briefly, gaining giggles. Now, he wasn't exactly moving, staying in place so that the parents could keep a close eye on the kids as he hung out with them, eventually sitting on the ground and letting them climb on him. He sighed, looking a little wistful.]

I wonder if my kids will be like this when they're older. Or were like this... when they were younger.

[Of course someone asks for clarification, because that's confusing.]

Oh, I met my daughter and son not long ago, but they were from the future. So they were... about my age. Right now in my timeline, my daughter is just a baby, and I've yet to have my son, so... I haven't gotten to raise them yet.

[OOC: Feel free to hmu at decathect if you have any questions or want anything specific!]

2

[shadowglitter]

[ It's the cape that Odin sees first. He'd recognize it anywhere - how many years did he spend as a child with a bedsheet wrapped around his shoulders, staring at the mirror and trying to just pose like his uncle? It doesn't take long, after that, for him to spy the armor, all the blue, and the brand of the exalt. He'd only been doing his duty as a hero when he'd started tracking these criminals, but now he's got his heart in his throat and tears pricking at the back of his eyes. That's his uncle. His uncle's here.

And if his uncle thought he would have to face these vile, abominable fiends on his own, he was DEAD WRONG. ]

Hm... hmhmhm. Hmhmhmhuhuahuahahahahaha.

[ Odin's voice echoes through the alley, magically enchanted to be louder than it should be. He's laughing, deep and slow, standing on the roof of a building shouldering the alley and casting his shadow on the men below. With a quick blast of wind shot beneath his feet, Odin slowly, slowly descends from the sky, hovering down until he's just a meter or two above Chrom's head. ]

Ah... the blood moon rises. Can you feel it? That energy. That pulse. Ah - this darkness... how it thrums in my veins. [ Odin raises his hand, pointing down at the villainous villains. ] This old, ancient blood of mine - this whisper of heroes from a time past that flows through my veins - ah... how it aches. What I need now... is to witness death's sweet kiss.

[ he holds his badass pose for about three seconds before he turns and just smiles wide and excited at chrom. is this cool, chrom? is this cool? is this.............. super cool?

:D :D :D ]

Ahsoka Tano | Star Wars | ota

[ashla]

〈 De Chima 〉
[She’s not at all fond of the cameras and the focus on her appearance here. It’s like these people would do anything for a new story. In some way it felt like Coruscant. At first she stuck to the strange human form she appeared in, but the moment she had realized that the people around here were also humanoid, she found it easy to shift back to her normal, natural and comfortable Togruta form.]

[It took a little bit to realize the lizard people and monsters and strange life forms she didn’t recognize were all costumes, but it also made it easier to be herself out here.]

[However, when a little girl squealed at her she nearly jumped backwards, eyes widening a moment before realizing the girl was running up to her. The girl seemed to be no older than six if not a bit smaller. When she jumped around in excitement, Ahsoka crouched down and… after a moment gave a kind smile.]

Well, hello there.

[The child giggled and clapped and asked loudly how she made her head piece look so real, asked to touch her head, and before Ahsoka could explain that it was a very personal thing to do so, the child's mother pulled her away to look at another ‘creature'. Leaving Ahsoka a bit bewildered, dusting off her knees]

...What have I gotten myself into?

〈 Maurtia Falls 〉
[She’s not sure what ‘cyberpunk’ is, but the girl with the wild hair and fancy leather and latex attire didn’t seem so pleased to be grabbed and dragged backwards into an alley. In all truth some parts of this place felt a bit like the underbelly of home, which wasn’t a good feeling.]

[It was the woman’s yell that got her attention and not the sense of something wrong. That simple thought bothered Ahsoka, but she pushed it aside as if it were simply that she needed to get used to this new place. Or it might have been that she was entirely all too ‘human’ at the moment. She was still getting used to that part.]

[Pulling her hood back, Ahsoka ran past someone, bumping into them as she went.] Excuse me... [she mumbled, swiftly moving towards the alleyway. A group of four thugs picking on one woman.]

Wow, this is all out of balance. Four of you against one? Seems unfair. [she lifted a hand, palm out, as if to ‘stop them from saying anything first’.] Oh, and to be clear? I meant me against you, not her. It's unfair that there's only four of you.

〈 Wild Card 〉
[Open to Anything. Start your own. Ahsoka can be both Normal or human as wanted.]

Maurtia Falls

[kanyounot]

[ It would be such a cliche to say that Kanan felt a disturbance in the Force, wouldn't it? Yeah, it totally would, but he did, because that's what he does these days. If anything, his connection to the Force has grown even stronger since losing his eyesight. And of course, he recognizes her voice, though there's something odd about her presence in the Force right now - it's Ahsoka, but... different. Not that it matters at the moment, not when there's someone who needs help. ]

I'm about to make the odds even worse for them. I mean, I don't know what you guys thought would happen, here.

[ Kanan raises his hand, tossing one of the attackers away like a rag doll. ]

Matthew Lynch | The Raven Cycle (just cruising!)

[dreamkid]

I. OPEN TO DE CHIMA

[ When the Porter brings Matthew back, he has no idea he's been gone almost a year. A few days, maybe a week, that's what he assumes. There are plenty of clues around that such is not the case--his favorite bubble tea place didn't have anyone he knew working behind the counter, how odd!--but he's never been too bright and he's never been very good at facing hard truths and missing out on a year in his second home would be one of those hard truths (even if he forgot all about this place when he got ported back to his first home, so weird!)

The last thing he remembers is falling asleep in Declan's car on the way to D.C., and now he's back here in De Chima. Haha, De Chima, that's a D.C. too. Funny! He'll have to tell Noah. For now he just sends him a quick, excited text: im back!!! taking the bus be home soon xx

Puts his phone away, sips his bubble tea, then takes the phone back out of his pocket to add: we should get pizza tonight

And now all he has to do is sit on this bench and wait for the bus he knows will take him closer to home. Maybe you find him simply sipping his tea and smiling cheerfully out into the middle distance. Maybe you catch him practicing his powers, tossing the empty plastic cup in the air and spinning it in a circle with his mind before it comes back down, laughing joyfully each time he manages to do the whole thing with success. Maybe you overhear one of his exchanges with the locals: ]

Mr. Merlotte? Well yeah, I've talked to him a couple times, but-- [ a good-natured laugh ] --he's not the Ambassador.

II. CLOSED TO THE MEADOWS

[ By the time he gets back home, however, he can't ignore what's happened--the time he's been away and all the things that have changed since. Even around The Meadows, which is full of people again and so different from the way he remembers it. But not his own room, which by contrast is utterly untouched, if a bit musty from being closed up for almost a year. He leaves the door open when he goes inside, as always, his eyes taking in all the familiar details.

The space is light, full of sunshine (like Matthew himself), with soft blankets tossed across the bed and a thick white rug on the hardwood floor. It contains very little clutter. A jar on the desk that used to be full of light and now contains nothing but dust. A handful of dog toys scattered under the bed. There's a corkboard on the wall, and pinned to it a few pictures and a very outdated school calendar. At the bottom of his trash can can be glimpsed the broken remains of a snowglobe, dry and crusted with glitter. That and a small pink spot on the wall are the only signs of his last few days in this place, strange and blurry as they are to him now. (He was sort of being haunted but that's not important now.)

He walks a circle around the room and looks over all these things, feeling heavier and heavier with each step, trying not to bite his lip. It's familiar and strange all at once, his own place but also... He doesn't know. He touches the desk for a moment, scoots some of the dog toys into a pile with his foot, and starts making the bed. ]

III. WILDCARD!!

ii

[nightmarist]

[The door to Matthew's room is ajar. Ronan freezes, halfway down the hall, and stares at that open door with wide eyes. The doors to the rooms of all the Meadows' lost residents have been closed and barred since Ronan's arrival, to be opened one by one only as each of them returned. Blue, Adam, and Gansey have all come back to them now. Henry never showed. Ronan never dared to imagine that Matthew would return, either. In fact, he'd resolutely accepted two things: that he was never leaving this world and that he was never going to see his family again.

Swallowing, with his heart thudding in his ears, Ronan approaches the door and wills himself to abandon hope before it even has a chance to rise. Matthew will not be there when he looks inside. It'll be Noah or Blue or someone exploring the wrong place.

The door creaks as Ronan opens it wider. He catches sight of Matthew's golden curls first and exhales sharply. Is this real?]

Obi-Wan Kenobi | Star Wars

[hadthehighground]

De Chima
Now, Obi-Wan had been used to practically being a celebrity in the galaxy he was from, during the Clone Wars. Everyone had practically known about "The Negotiator" and his missions had sometimes been featured on the HoloNet news. However, as the Jedi Master found himself surrounded by admirers and adoring ImPort fans, it was rather overwhelming. This was a bit much.

With cameras being shoved in his face and getting nearly blinded by flashes, he decided to pull the hood of his robe over his head. Getting peppered with questions at the same time.

"No, I don't know him," he answered back as kindly as he could. "Yes, I do have powers. No, I won't demonstrate them for you." ... "That is really none of your business."

Maybe someone would care to save him? Or just point and laugh?

Maurtia Falls

It wasn't hard to notice when some innocent bystander got pulled into an alley, and why. This sort of thing happened on Coruscant all the time, unfortunately. And well, being the moral man that he is, Obi-Wan couldn't stand by and allow this poor soul to come to harm.

Thus as the beat down commenced, the robed Jedi walked calmly into the alley. Doing little to hide himself, and thus getting attention of the aggressor. Who began shouting taunts and expletives and ranting about how much he hated ImPorts. To which the Jedi simply lifted a brow, clearly unfazed. Some other bystanders were by now peeking into the alley to see what was going on.

"You don't want to hurt this person." This said with the calmest of voices and a subtle wave of his hand. The man staring at him for a moment before repeating exactly what Obi-Wan had just said. "I don't want to hurt this person."

"Go home."

And with that, the man backed away and walked out of the alley. "I'm going home."

Well that was interesting...

Wildcard
Anything! Have at it!

Maurtia Falls

[extremeteenbible]

Merle had been about to step in and help when he sees what the robed man does. Assuming he's a wizard like his friend Taako, Merle nods sagely.

"Charm person spell. Good thinking."

beth greene | the walking dead

[littlemissfutility]

[heropa]

Beth's staying way the hell away from the blood drive. She's had enough of hospitals for one lifetime, and the fact that they have people dressed as Dracula to take blood seems more creepy than cute to her.

But a block party? A block party sounds awesome. And there's so much of everything here: food, living people, things to do... It's impossible not to be caught up in the fun.

So it's easy to find Beth getting into the spirit of fall and trying--tentatively at first, and then with more gusto--to get to know her new neighbors. Somewhere along the line, someone's given her a pair of cat ears, and they're cute enough that she doesn't mind the way the headband bites into her head. (Are these things ever comfortable?) She tries one of the piping-hot bowls of chili being ladled up and eats it at a picnic bench. She waves to all the little kids in their costumes and tells them how cool their witch and unicorn costumes are.

And she doesn't hesitate to play the games. Bobbing for apples--"Hold my ears?--doing a ring toss, playing "pin the spider on the web"...maybe it's little kid-ish, but it's just nice to do something fun. So if you're looking for someone to bet you she can eat a donut on a string faster than you can, Beth Greene might be your girl.

[maurtia falls]

She's never really been this far north before. It'd be kind of cool (beyond the temperature) if it wasn't so...well, look, certain people see her, and she's lucky she looks pretty normal, because she's pretty sure they'd do more than scowl at her.

Just look at what's happening to that poor girl with the bright blue bob. For a moment, Beth feels rooted to the spot, watching the girl get pulled away into an alley by the pleather spikes on her jacket. And then she starts running across the street, barely noticing the horns of the cars that skid to a stop. (One of these days, she's going to get used to the fact that the streets aren't empty here. Today isn't that day.)

"Let her go!" Her hunting knife's in her hand, and she doesn't remember pulling it. "She didn't do anything to you."

[nonah]

Turn-ons? On national television? Ew. She just wants to sing (in front of a big group, out in public, like everything was fun--but that's not the point, and anyway, why shouldn't she?) and see what they tell her. Before the turn, she'd always wanted to do something like this, but the American Idol tryouts in Atlanta never fell on days she could go, and then the world sort of ended. It seems like it's as good a way as any to find out if she really could do this for a living someday.

Maybe something gives her away as an imPort, or maybe they just decided she'd be next. It's not all that clear, but it's kind of exciting. So she sings "I Hope That I Don't Fall In Love With You," roses with all the weight of a shadow blossoming around her feet, curlicues of non-existent cigarette smoke wreathing her. They stop her after a verse or two, the illusions fading with the notes, and ask her the inevitable questions.

"Um. A few boyfriends? No, they're dead now. It's a long story."

"I don't really care what we do on a first date, as long as we're spending time together. Sometimes it's nice just to go for a walk together and talk."

"...I don't want to talk about what happened to them. I'm not going on the show if you're going to ask--"

She's growing more and more indignant, her expression souring, something inside her stomach pinching.

[&cet.]

[I'm happy to write Beth wherever. If you'd like to talk something out, please feel free to PM me.]

winks

[d33tached]

[Let's be real, here - D33's only at this block party for one reason, and that's the free food. He's not about to eat a donut off of a string though, nor is he going to stick his head into a bucket of freezing water just to eat an apple. The fact that so many others seem to be doing so with enthusiasm is just one more thing that D33 finds infuriatingly baffling about Halloween.

[Is this even a Halloween thing? He doesn't know anymore. He has absolutely no interest in getting involved, is the point. But, he has been watching, and apparently a little too closely, because before he knows it, someone is handing him a pair of fake cat ears while they run off to plunge their head into the aforementioned apple bucket.

[D33 does not look amused, but he does look a little dumbfounded, turning the ears over in his hand for a moment before putting his eyes back on the apple-bobbing, looking nothing less than bewildered.

[And, again, not amused.]

Would it not suffice to simply reach into the bucket with your hand to retrieve an apple?

[He really, really does not get it.]

Laguna Loire | Final Fantasy VIII

[accipresident]

Nonah;

[The curious-looking guy in his forties isn't an obvious choice for the show. He's pretty fit and has, frankly, pretty great skin, but he's also not in his youthful prime, and in a button-down shirt, trousers and a pair beat-up sandals, he's not dressed to impress.

But the natural circulation and jostling of the crowd gets him toward the front. When one of the coordinators recognizes him as a new import, it's all over, and he finds himself hauled onstage.]

And for our next contestant—Laguna Loire!

[Oh...crap.]

H—hey, everyone! [He gives a weak smile and waves.] Wow, there sure are a lot of you. I'm supposed to sing, right? Guess I gotta…

[He starts a shaky rendition of a pop song he recalls from years ago in Galbadia. And it's…okay. Maybe the crowd likes an adorable nervous man? He gets a fair amount of applause until halfway through, when he suddenly bends over, clutching at his leg.]

Ow, my leg...it's cramping...

[He hobbles offstage and into the crowd.]

De Chima;

[When Laguna first steps foot into the expo, he actually takes a quick step back, jumping at the sights before him. His eyes have gone wide, and for a moment, it seems like he might really be afraid...until his face breaks into a wide grin.]

This is so cool! Wow, these guys look like real monsters!

[He's seen plenty of real monsters, so he'd know. Laguna dashes forward, excitedly exploring the expo. At one point he hoists a short kid up on his shoulder so she can see, and later he gets his face done up like a lizard creature. He'll gladly chat with anyone else exploring the show, urging them to 'check this out, it's really cool' or asking where they had their makeup and costuming done (and it may or may not be makeup and costuming.)]

wild card;

[Make something up and let's see what happens! He'll be out and about exploring all the cities.]

Nonah (OMG HI I'M STILL SCREAMING)

[dotdotdotwhatever]

[ Squall hadn't exactly wanted to get dragged into this place. He had gotten caught up in the crowd, and was still trying to make his way back out of it, when he heard a familiar name called out as a contestant. ]

[ ...oh no. ]

[ Squall glanced around and... yep, there he was, just like he had last seen him, looking as far removed from being a president of a technologically brilliant and isolated country as humanly possible. And he was actually attempting to sing up there...? ]

[ He covered his face with a hand, suddenly reminded about how he had, "dreamt he was a moron," back then. ]

[ He almost turned around and left right then and there, not in the mood to deal with any of this, only to stop as he saw Laguna hunch over from his leg cramping. Great; Squall stood there for a moment, looking like he was going to leave anyway, before he let out a sigh, pushing his way through the crowd to get to him. He was just about to grab his arm when one of the MC's got to him instead, shuffling him onto the stage. ]

Give it up for our next contestant: Squall Leonhart!

[ ...oh hell no. An awkward, heavy silence fell over the crowd as Squall folded his arms over his chest in irritation, his glare shooting Ultima spells out into the crowd (if only). ]

...forget it; I don't sing.

[ He turned on his heel at that, the MC flailing after him as he stormed over to where Laguna was, grabbing him by his arm and dragging him with him. ]

Shawn Spencer | Psych

[waitforiiit]

02;
[Shawn has taken absolutely no pains to hide the fact that he's an imPort from people, and it's only a matter of time before a small crowd has gathered around him. But unlike most imPorts, he seems to be relishing in the attention. He raises an arm to get everyone's attention.]

Hello everyone, my name is Shawn Spencer, and--[He pauses and looks suddenly to the left.]--Why yes sir, my hair is exquisite. Thank you for noticing.

Anyway, as I was saying, yes, I am new here to this whole... new... world... thing. Frankly, I'm not sure about any of this yet, but what I do think that it is a crime that they moved Disney World to Alabama of all places. Someone should be locked up for that, I mean it. [He points to a woman in the crowd who just yelled out a question.] No, I do not know a Sam Merlotte, but as he sounds important I certainly hope to soon.

[Before starting the next part of his impromptu speech, he pauses to take a really good look at the crowd, taking in their clothes, their ticks, anything that might give him a sense of who these complete strangers are in order to make his next statement pop. As he concentrates, the crowd only seems to get louder, causing Shawn to wince. Before he can request they settle down, the noise seems to quiet back to normal.]

Back home I was the head psychic for the Santa Barbara Police Department, and--[He pauses again, scanning the crowd for the source of the interruption.]--yes ma'am, psychic. The spirits are all around us, and they speak to me and--[He pauses again, this time looking to his right.]--no, sir, I cannot see the spirits. They speak to me in mysterious ways.

[He brings his right hand, the first three fingers out, up to his head and closes his eyes. He then points to a man in the middle of the crowd.] Like you, sir. The spirits tell me that you have recently had your second--no--third child. Congratulations. And you--[He points to a woman close by.]--recently came back from a vacation in Asia. The spirits hope you had a good time. And you--[He points to an older teen in the crowd.] You know what you did, but the spirits say that you really should take more care to clean up after yourself. They don't want you getting too sloppy and getting caught. People might not understand, but they understand, sir. Understand that what you do is art.

[Shawn goes to point to a fourth person when the crowd suddenly gets louder again, only this time instead of yelling out questions they all seem to be yelling out their thoughts on his claims. He waits a moment, hoping it will quiet down again like last time, but it all only seems to get louder.]

Whoa, whoa, whoa I'm mostly flattered but some of this is completely uncalled for, don't you think? I mean, you barely know me and you're--[The crowd gets louder, and he flinches. They all seem to be yelling their honest opinions at him.] Wow you are all judgmental Judy's today, aren't you? I...

[Shawn brings his hands up to his temples again, not to do another "reading", but rather in an attempt to drown out all of the sensations washing over him; it's getting to be too much to take.

Someone might want to help him, because the crowd isn't yelling at him.]


03;
[Shawn had been warned to avoid Maurtia Falls, but people really should learn by now that when they tell him not to do something, he's just going to do the exact opposite. This is how he found himself wandering the streets of said city, trying to figure out what all of the fuss is about. He almost immediately notices the girl. First he looks around for a cop, but, seeing none, realizes that he has to do something. His dad would kill him if he didn't.

Rushing into the alley after them, he throws out his hand and yells:]

Stop!

[When the gang member looks up at him, then down at his wrist, and smiles, he realizes he should have remembered something else about his dad--how the man would kill him if he ever died doing something stupid.

Which he's probably about to do.]



04;
[Shawn hadn't intended to join the Sing-le Long tryouts, but when one of the coordinators pulled him out of the crowd and pushed him towards a microphone, he didn't refuse, either. Pulling the microphone stand closer to him with both hands, he begins to belt out Shout. The beginning starts off rather shaky, as if he intended for the song to be a duet, but after quickly glancing around the stage he composes himself and finishes strong.

Afterwards, he finds himself surrounded by new fans, happily signing autographs and accepting samples from whoever offers. After trying one particular sample, he taps the nearest person on the shoulder and points to the tray.]

Dude, you have got to try these mac and cheese bites. The crispy texture outside hides a tidal wave of cheddar-y goodness inside.

03 (He's about as severe as Shawns dad.....)

[notayoungman]

[ Shawn wasn't the only one to see the scuffle. The old soldier had taken to the city because here he felt like here he might actually be able to do something. That, and it was so much easier to squeeze information out of criminals than out of men he couldn't shoot. He'd been on the rooftops, watching these bastards for a while. So he was ready for them when they finally made his move.

He'd been taking aim at them when the idiot ran into the alley. That made things more complicated. He was the only one who might actually be able to see someone crouched on a roof a few stories above the ground, at the back of the alley. Especially when he needed to activate something that glowed bright red. Either him or the girl was going to be in trouble, no matter what.

Cursing under his breath, he tapped something by his temple and the visor activated, immediately targeting the people below. It took a moment to isolate the two who shouldn't be hit. Even as steam drifted from a vent below, his visor would be visible to Shawn. He pulled the trigger and pulse ammo streaked out of the darkness. Like tiny missiles made of pure light, they struck the thugs and no one else. They dropped within moments of each other. ]

jessica rabbit ( who framed roger rabbit? )

[justdrawnthatway]

( HEROPA )

[ jess has been in showbusiness her entire life-- literally. she was drawn this way, after all. when she's asked to help promote the blood drive, it's only a matter of course, really. it's a good cause, and really, she doesn't know how to say no to these sorts of requests.

a beautiful woman that literally looks like a cartoon can therefore be seen out front, a pair of cartoon fangs in her mouth as she beckons people in with a sultry smile. ]

Come on in, why don't you give us a little taste?

[ after the blood drive is over, jess makes her way out to the street fair, and can be found browsing a jewelry stand or considering a display of candy apples. ]

( NONAH )

[ of course she can sing, and she probably just gave some in a crowd a sexual awakening with that performance. back home, she'd disappear backstage after, of course, but here she winds up a little surrounded afterward. she's trying to be polite and answer all of the questions that keep popping up, but honestly, they're getting a little personal.

she actually recoils a little at one, pressing a hand to her chest in surprise. these people, honestly-- ] I'm afraid that it's none of your business how my relationship with my husband works.

( NONAH )

[whitefox]

[While some were drawn to Jessica's other assets, Kurama found himself most interested in her presence on stage. There was something to be said for anyone who could move an entire audience with the power of their voice alone, and Jessica made it look easy. It was an unfortunate thing that the crowd was less respectful as she made her way through their ranks, bombarding the cartoon woman with questions no one had any right to ask.

Kurama didn't fancy himself particularly heroic, but as a token of his gratitude for being witness to such a spectacular performance he interjected when one fan tried to press the buxom redhead for details.]

Pardon me for interrupting, but I believe the lady has given you her answer; you are not entitled to know anything about her private affairs.

[With a childish grunt, the offending fan skulked away and Kurama sighed. Some humans thought themselves so entitled...

Turning back to Jessica, Kurama offered an apologetic bow of his head.]

I'm terribly sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but I felt that it would have been unkind to overlook such rudeness. Are you alright?

Linda Belcher | Bob's Burgers

[symphonyinme]

H E R O P A

"Blood, blood, bloooooood! C'mon and gimme your blood, yeah!"

They'd asked for her help and Linda was going to give it her full 110% enthusiasm for such a good cause. Her enthusiasm just happens to take the form of her singing and shaking little jack-o-lantern shaped maracas in front of the sign up booth. It's not a subtle song and dance number, either. Linda isn't one to just do it off to the side. She will be stepping up in front of people, blocking their path, and just really making sure everyone knows what today is about.

"Whose got blood? You! You got it, I want it, let's do it! Blood time, oooo, spooky time! Yay!"


N O N A H

"Oh, no. Ha! I'm already married. Silly."

Of course she was here. She'd mostly come to just watch other people fall in musical love together, hands clasped over her heart and she swooned along with the romance of it all. And maybe sing a little number about love and finding love and how great is love, right guys? But when the mike got put in her hands they started asking her about what kind of guy she was looking for here, and that needed to be dealt with before her break out song.

"I wish Bobby was here to see- he'd be so good up on stage with me! A little love duet, right? That's what everyone's looking for. Just a happy little love. How about you, honey, have you found your little song bird yet?"

The interviewer was clearly not ready to become the interviewee. They'll be looking for a nearby imPort to shove Linda's sudden, very honestly concerned, questions off on. Lucky you?

R A N D O M

Mix it up! Start a scenario and Linda will reply.

:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD (Heropa)

[continuousgroaning]

Tina stopped cold when she heard the voice, hardly daring to believe it. Of course she looked out for her family every month when the new arrivals came, but month after month when none of them showed up, well... it was easy to start to lose hope, right?

And yet, it was unmistakably her mother- putting her all into everything, as usual, and before Tina could stop herself, she ran towards her mother.

"MOM! MOM!" And with that, Linda would find a teary-eyed teenager practically clinging to her.

Legacy | Marvel Earth-11326

[lastrites]

02: De Chima

Legacy lifts her hand to both shield her eyes from the flash, and block the camera from getting a good shot of her face. After years of being cautious about being recorded by anyone, it's a hard habit to break. It's hard to trust, in general, the enthusiasm the people show her. It's not normal. And a break neck change from being hunted to death, to being treated like a celebrity, doesn't sit well with her.

"Get that thing outta mah face." She doesn't exactly snarl at the overzealous man, but she's certainly short with him. It seems to do no good, as he badgers her for 'just one shot of that pretty face!'

The scene catches attention of other would be paparazzi, and suddenly she's being crowded in. Flashes of light go off repeatedly, while she resolutely hold her hood over her face -someone behind her is trying to tug it down. Questions bombard her from every direction, and she feels trapped by a small sea of bodies.

"Stop it! Let me pass!" She's tried to shout over them, but none of them are listening to her. All they want is a photo or a sound bite to sell. She doesn't want to hurt anyone, but it's looking like she might have to, just to escape.

03: Maurtia Falls

It might have been wiser to blend in, but her uniform is the one thing that feels normal. And the dramatic look of it, with it's dark semi armored design, and black hooded cloak trailing behind her, sense to keep people at bay. There was actually more than one reason back home, they'd given her the unwanted nickname of Reaper. Legacy's outfit doesn't exactly invite people close.

But it's not she who is targeted, ironically enough. She hears the startled, frightened shouting of a woman, and looks up in time to see, a few yards ahead, a girl being hauled into an alley by some thugs. Without thought or hesitation, Legacy hurries to the mouth of the alleyway.

"Hey!" She barks sharply, to command their attention. And she gets it. Hard to ignore the dark figure striding forward, blocking out the light. "Ah think y'all grabbed the wrong girl. Don't worry. Honest mistake."

And before they can retort, she punches the nearest gang member in the face, breaking his nose. There's no more training or flashy moves. Legacy attacks with the intention of winning. If that means beating these men into dust, that's what she'll do.

The unfortunate girl they'd attacked managed to squirm free in the ensuing melee, and bolts out of the alley. Maybe to get help, it just to escape with her life. Legacy isn't really concerned, so long as the girl is it of harm's way.

Legacy and Bruce Banner

[monsterdoc]

Bruce glances down from his vantage and sighs. Oops. Someone has gotten caught in the mess he was up here to avoid. He shakes his head and reaches out one hand toward her, and then lifts, and his mind reaches out to gently lift Legacy up out of the impinging crowd, silently. She soars upward and lands next to him, out of sight of the crowd.

"Hey. I mean you no harm. Thought you might like a lift away from the idiots below."

he offers her a smile.

[ooc: Lemme know if anything needs to change. ]

vincent valentine ( ffvii )

[protomateria]

( heropa )

[ sure, it's fall, but it's also florida-- so what is this poor sap doing out here in black leather and what looks like a full (ragged) cloak?? he's new, that's what, and he-- he just won like the biggest stuffed bear toy in a shooting game. honestly, the poor attendant's just trying to get rid of him-- he doesn't usually get sharpshooters, much less ones that have been enhanced.

seriously, though, this bear is bright pink and like three feet tall, what is he going to do with it?

ducking down into his cloak, he picks the thing up by one of the ears, then thrusts it out toward some poor passerby. hey, want a teddy bear? ]

( network )

[ all that button-mashing and all he has to show for it is this lousy network post. the video is shaky and confusing for a few moments before it settles on part of vincent's face. he draws the phone back finally, the edges of his frown just visible above his collar, and reaches up to tap the camera with one clawed finger.

silence. it lasts a few moments more, then, reluctantly: ] .. I'm looking for anyone else from Gaia. Edge or.. Junon or.. anywhere. [ ok, so no introductions, then. no one's ever claimed that vincent is a particularly friendly man, though. ] Also a map. [ that's it, that's the post. there's some more awkward fumbling, and the feed finally ends. ]

( de chima )

[ there's no getting around it, vincent looks like a villain or a vampire or something. he's still wearing the same dusty black leather and ragged cloak-- he probably doesn't actually own anything else.

he's paused on the sidewalk to read one of the street signs, lethal-looking metal fingers tapping thoughtfully at his thigh.. when a small child in a witch costume slams into the backs of his legs. the tiny witch cries out and falls, vincent turns and reaches..

.. only to gently lift the little girl by the nape of her dress, setting her back on her feet. he offers a small nod as she thanks him excitedly, watching after her for a few moments as she runs to join up with her other small friends. he glances away, then, and happens to catch sight of someone who'd caught the exchange. though most of his expression is hidden behind the high neck collar of his cloak, he still manages to look a little flustered, a shoulder lifting slightly. ]

( wildcard )

[ encounter him.. anywhere??? grocery store? 7/11? park? shopping mall? why not. ]

de chima

[vampirebite]

[ It's not necessarily the exchange itself that one might consider to be odd. It's more the metal fingers that he has which has caught Selene's attention from a little ways down, the vampire standing there and looking to him rather curiously while keeping more to herself and the shadows. ]

I can't say that I've ever seen something like that.

[ And she gestures to his metal fingers with her chin. ]