MAYDAY, MAYDAY, MAYDAY

[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 the now-annual balloon festival. After a few (highly illegal) incidents during the one held in the Falls, Heropa has heroically stepped forward to take over the event. From dawn until well past midnight, imPorts and natives alive can pay a small fee to ride in a beautifully colorful hot air balloon solo or in pairs. There is also wonderful amount of fried food, games, and face-painting for the whole family.

If this seems all a little too innocent and non-competitive, don't worry. This is America. ImPorts are welcome to sign up for the balloon race! For a small fee, each contestant will be randomly paired with another imPort and rented a hot air balloon and instruction manual. It's a there and back again, 50 mile race, the winner of which gets their very own jet pack for future flying needs! While technically using powers or other means of giving your team an edge isn't allowed, who pays attention to technicalities? Just try not to kill anyone.

02. De Chima, Virginia, is a large city with a healthy economy, with large numbers of citizens waiting to be awed by 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. If you let yourself get cornered, beware! Anything from personal questions about romantic chances to bedroom habits to dietary queries might be come up!

De Chima is hosting a Festival of Fire, and that means that every night for memorial day weekend the sky is lighting up with every type of firework you can imagine. The gearheads in De Chima have taken it to a whole new level, though. They've created SmartWorks - fireworks that do things that otherwise would seem almost magical. Turn into a flock of birds, or a giant fist pumping robot. Even a dragon.

Uh oh - those fireworks may not be the most in control, though, and one of those sparking, fizzing creatures is heading straight for that crowd...

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, even with Ambassador Padme and imPort Mayor Baelish gracing the headlines. 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, and hostility against imPorts can spike. The emergence of locals with superpowers is hardly helping... #THANKS TONY STARK, #ya muffin.

But take a breather on the outskirts of the city, where the Pennsylvania woods touch metropolitan suburbia. Take a look at those old government, bunker-style buildings being reclaimed by nature. There you will find a tradition of "hunting" the "wolf", where fun-seekers get together for a night and play a game of elaborate tag with a man or woman dressed up in their most favorite canine fursona. If you're up for a bit of fun, remember! This game is played in pairs. You'll be situated with another equally matched player -- so, an imPort -- and together you will try to complete the game's mission: find the wolf! There are countless abandoned buildings and the woods themselves to check out.

Funny thing, though, as you wander through one of the old two-story, stripped buildings, there's a lot of... Really authentic blood smeared around the walls. It even smells like blood. Don't taste it -- just in case. Who knows what kind of toxins are in that kind of paint! Much be a lot of copper. Either way, it's unnerving, and you kind of remember a conversation overheard by a couple of locals playing the hunt not fifteen minutes ago, about how Stella "the wolf" cancelled on them last minute, so the hunt is called off. They were trying to find the other groups, but weren't having any luck.

Then you turn a corner and look down the stairs.

04. Nonah, North Carolina, is the liveliest of all cities; loud, busy and there's always some kind of energy in the air that gets everyone buzzing with excitement.

A new temporary exhibit in the Nonah museum has opened up, paired with free entrance! Come one, come all, to the… wax museum? Maybe this wasn’t the best idea, actually. Housed inside the exhibit are the wax-works of dozens of very talented artists, who have taken to making wax replicas of various historical and political figures… as well as a few imPorts here and there! Ambassadors of the past and present, Senator Mitchell Hundred, and…

You?

How’d they manage to get a wax figure of you so quickly?

Comments

Josuke Higashikata | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

[diamondshine]

01
[ A teenager who looked like some kind of delinquent, complete with black school uniform, gaudy gold decorations jacket decorations (was that a peace sign?), and a pompadour was leaning over the side of the hot air balloon basket, grinning wildly as he looked down at the rapidly receding ground. ]

So this is what it's like to ride in a balloon? Awesoooome!

[ He had a corn dog in one hand and a camera in the other -- clearly new here. ]

02
[ A growing crowd had gathered around Josuke on his way down to a pizza place, chattering and snapping pictures excitedly. "You're Josuke, right? Wow, what kind of shoes are you wearing? Is there anyone else here from your hometown?" ]

Huh? Um, yeah! Josuke Higashikata.

[ He beamed, indicating his black leather footware with his index finger. ]

You noticed, huh? You got a great eye. These are new Bally Score loafers! I had to spend like all my funds on it... but it was totally worth it, man.

02 Part 2
[ Night at the Fire Festival found Josuke with some festival snacks, watching the show. Pre-tty neat, the way they could put all those complex pyrotechnics together. Definitely one of the more impressive fireworks shows he'd seen, only...

Wasn't that dragon flying a little low? ]

Hey, look out!

[ He cried as the dragon swooped in, blowing fire at the stalls. ]

That thing's outta control!

@ 02 pt. 2

[wavelet]

I hadn't noticed! [Sometimes, she can't resist some sarcasm. She's going to aim to get up high so that she can maybe try to slow it down.]

Fifty fire hoses would be useful, about now.

Sebastien LaHaye | Scion RPG/OC | OTA

[likedeathpersonified]

-=[Heropa]=-
Who DOESN'T want a jet pack? Bastien had only been here a short time but in that short time he was highly interested in... forgetting everything he had to do back home. Like die. He didn't want to think about that. Or about how the group of them were going to go looking for a friend that died. He refused to think about it. Refused to ponder it over what happened just before he arrived here. Like maybe it was all a bad, bad, very bad dream.

Instead he waited at the basket of a very large candy skull faced hot air balloon, which he found all too amusing when he saw it. His leather jacket was slung over the side, the skeleton print hand painted on the back could just be seen. He stood with his back pressed against the basket, legs out and ankles crossed. It as tethered down firmly. In his hand the instruction manual, which he skimmed over in his wait.

the first sign of someone coming towards him he moved to stand proper, a hand raised to give a half wave. In a deep southern creole accent he called out. "Well, hello there. You must be my co-pilot."


-=[De Chima]=-
Fireworks were always a fun and generally innocent little thing. In a city there was more control over them anyhow, right? He'd been enjoying the displays of what looked like god damn magic, when he noticed one flying sneak spitting sparks and swirling around too close to the street.

And then he realized it was coming closer his way. like big green serpent in the sky, if it had been higher up in the sky he would have been amazed and thrilled. Instead it was zooming down the street and about head height to a normal person.

"Hey! Everyone get down!" he yelled, hands coming to cover over his head and duck as he felt the heat of sparks dart over him and several others. At this level, if someone didn't take his warning, they'd most likely catch a burn. He glanced at the bright green trail to see the sneaks tail shoot off around a building and up again, doubling back and... fizzling out in a loud BANG.

Bastien jumped at that point, hand to his chest and letting out a breath. "If the Baron could see this, he'd laugh." He said to himself, looking towards someone near by and calling to them. "Hey! You okay?"


-=[Nonah]=-
"Well, innet that creepy." He said, a hand covering his mouth while his other arm crossed his chest. He studied the wax figure before him, a slightly shorter figure of himself. The hair flopped just like his did, and the clothing looked almost spot on to what he was wearing when he arrived. Roll sleeved button up and ripped jeans, combat boots and leather jacket with the skeleton paint print up the back. Too fresh looking and it needed a bit more wear and tear, but it looked like him.

It looked like him except for the eyes. They looked... more dead than anyone humans did. Perhaps it was plastic and not glass, perhaps not. Either way he felt a shiver run down his back as he looked it over. "Surprised they didn't try to give me a practitioners hat." He said with a nervous laugh, backing up away from it a few steps, only to bump into... well, someone else. "Oh! Hell. Sorry."

nonah

[notgood]

Yeah, this museum is beyond creepy, but there's almost something... fun about about. Less the figures and statues themselves, but rather watching people's reactions. Surely he has better ways to spend his time than this, but here he is anyway.

One figure looked... just like someone he knew. Less than a week, really, but given that he hasn't spent a whole lot of time not around him, he'd know that face anywhere. The figure itself is being watched by someone who bumps into him, someone who's...

"Sebastien?"

The real thing.

PALE MAIDEN | OC

[compostabelle]

NETWORK

hello. im still meat skin meat bones.

does anyone know??

how to turn skeleton from innie to outie?

thank you :)

01

So this little lady (creepy-thin, dry-hay yellow hair unwashed and stringy, her dress is the filthy tatters of what was once a white party dress) is not going in a fucking balloon, thanks-very-much. But a nice day is a nice day, so she's sitting in the shade of a tree, gently poking at a fire ant hill with a stick. Not much, not enough to damage the fragile structure needlessly, just enough to pull a red swarm to the surface.

"Good morning. Hello, hello, good morning." She chitters at the line of soldiers marching up her stick and onto her hand. Her head tips as she stares unblinking as they begin to attack in earnest. The ants that bite her promptly keel over and tumble off her hand. "Oops, shh, oops. No no no."

And then she licks up the whole line of 'em and crunches down with relish.

02

There's a giant (robotic? alien?) centipede tromping through downtown De Chima. And not giant like "dang that's as big as my arm" but like "as big around as a commercial airliner, and carrying over several blocks." At certain points in the legs, the strange inner-mechanics can be seen through weak points in the exoskeleton. Something wet is sloshing around in each body segment.

And the whole thing stinks. It smells like an open sewer and a paper mill made sweaty love. And this huge, hideous stinkapede is trying to make its way almost delicately towards the tallest building in view.

"EXCUSE ME. UHM, UHM. SORRY, SORRY. PLEASE PLEASE DONT GET SQUISHED?"

The many many legs tromp endlessly towards a towering sky-scraper, upturning food carts, and dragging down power lines and street lights.

"OOPS."

1

[notgood]

It is a nice day out, and he's going to enjoy it for once.

Except when he sees a young woman, with ants on her arm. That qualifies for stopping and staring, and then-

And then she eats them. She's eating the ants.

Chauncy immediately looks nauseous.

"What- What are- stop?"

Olivia Sanderson | Into the Drowning Deep

[offcamera]

    [ HEROPA ]

Once Olivia had adjusted to the concept of being here, she started to get excited about it. The fact was, apart from whatever she had going on with Tory, she didn't have anything left to keep her at home. Her career was going well, sure... And that did sting, that she had to abandon all the work, all the blood, that had gone into giving her the standing and opportunities she'd had. She has to start over from scratch, with making friends that counted, and with her work.

Well. She's done worse things. As she'd said once, she doesn't respect anyone's pain enough to let it interfere with doing her job, including her own.

Her job happens to be being a media personality, which is how you end up with a perky, petite, shockingly pretty blonde woman in white skinny jeans and white faux corset politely asking people for short interviews with her handheld camera. Olivia has a bright demeanor, but not one that implies vapidity or innocence, just someone conscientious of her own presentation. Her hair and makeup are carefully done to the best of her ability.

As long as she has the camera, Luis's camera which she'd arrived with, she can do this.

"Hi, I'm Olivia Sanderson, and I'm hoping to try to present imPorts in their own voices to a wider audience, rather than let our stories be told by the local media. Would you be interested in a short interview for the internet?" She had to start somewhere, and this was interesting.


    [ MAURTIA FALLS ]

On the other side of the spectrum is the lasting impact her time on the Melusine has had on her. She's fine with playing hide and seek with someone in a wolf costume, even giggles a little at the thought, and if she has a hard time making eye contact at first with her assigned partner, she's gamely getting used to them. New people and new places are hard for her, and here, she's distinctly not on camera. There's nothing between her and the other imPort that's searching with her, making her socialize without a pretense or a safe distance.

She can do this.

Until she gets to the part where the walls are streaked with possibly real blood, and then she starts to hyperventilate softly. It's far, far too familiar. Her eyes are wide. The sirens weren't that long ago; she'd barely been safely ashore in Hawaii when she was pulled here. Olivia still dreams about their teeth and claws and sinuous, slime-secreting, dark limbs...

"Do you," she says faintly, rooted to the spot, "think that's real blood?"


[ Feel free to switch to action tags if you wish! ]

HEROPA

[made_up_names]

Can you even do real interviews for the internet? Well, yes, obviously, but Peter kind of eyes her with youthful skepticism when she approaches him. If he ends up going viral on this world's equivalent of Youtube again, he'd rather be stopping another truck, please and thanks.

"Uh - sure?" he says, taking the earbuds out of his ears. He sure looks like a pretty normal teenager, though he's clearly got the imPort tattoo. And presumably something special under that unassuming mop of brown hair. "As long as you're more like Buzzfeed than Breitbart or something."

Domino | Deadpool 2 | Spoiler Free outside of her existence

[headsideup]

De Chima: When Fireworks Attack

Huh.

[Domino hadn't really brought anything for a firework watching party. The camping chair she's currently seated in had been offered up by some random 'imPort fan.' Same with the beer can in her hand and the rest of the now 10 pack at her feet. And wasn't that a weird feeling? Mutants were more a barely tolerated, often scapegoated inconvenience of evolution in the real world. Here? It got you swag.

She could deal with it.

But the gifts didn't really inspire her to rise to the 'hero' label out of the goodness of her heart. Not when she was already comfortable. So when a dazzling dragon firework started swooping out of the sky and towards her little bit of haven she didn't move. Not to warn the people to run- there was a freaking giant fire-dragon coming at them, they got the message- or to do much more than grab another beer. And throw her old can away of course, right over her shoulder. A tossed can which hit a running native, causing him to trip over and end up flipping a nearby plastic fold out beer pong table over. That then hit a neighboring giant umbrella stuck into the ground, and the umbrella took flight into the air- just at the right time for the dragon to collide with it and burn both itself out and the umbrella into a crisp only feet in front of Domino. The dragon slain, the smoldering corpse of the umbrella fell to the group with a gentle pfft of air.

Domino cracked open her new beer can, the entire scene apparently unnoticed.]


Werewolves of Maurtia Falls

[She hadn't meant to sign up for the hunt. She'd just been out for an evening walk, getting to know her new dirty and dingy city, ended up grabbing a cab with a stranger, and here she was. Flashlight in hand, another mut- imPort- at her side. Monster hunting.

She'd had worse nights.

Domino didn't much listen to the other random people they passed, sure it would work out. Even when they spotted the blood. In fact, things made a lot more sense when she spotted the blood.]

So that's why we're here.

Wildcard it
Toss me whatever, and Domino will be there.

don't mind spoilers, saw it a week ago! tw self-harm

[viciousmaukery]

[Up until he saw the blood, Molly had been stubbornly ignoring the little itch at the back of his head, whispering something isn't right here. This is just a game, he had reasoned—anything seemingly out of the ordinary is only there for flavor, and anyway, who's Molly to judge what's ordinary and what's not, in this brave new world? So he's just been talking with Domino for the past few hours, to pass the time.

And then he sees the blood, just after she does, and Molly's chatter stops. He slides one of his scimitars out of its sheath, the edge of the carnival glass cutting lightly across the nape of his neck, enough to sting a little. Just like that, the sword starts to glow in his hand, a dim, unearthly glow against the relative darkness.]

If this is a game, someone's taking it a little too seriously. [His tone is still light, but he moves in front of Domino with one sword held at the ready, and his free hand resting on the hilt of his other scimitar.] Feel like pushing your luck?

[Because Molly's willing to walk into this fight, he's confident in his own abilities, but he doesn't know this girl very well, doesn't even know if she knows how to fight. And if she says no—well, there are other imPorts around who can take care of this one.]

Misty Day | American Horror Story: Coven

[gatoraid]

i. de chima - fire festival

[Standing among a crowd of onlookers gazing up at the night sky as it's illuminated by fireworks of all shapes and sizes, Misty Day is as entranced as the others by the display. It's a lot louder and more startling than she's used to, as evident by the way she flinches at particularly violent explosions, but she smiles nonetheless at the sight of the bird-like fireworks that sweep across the sky in a flock with a certain elegance she really can admire. Her smile lingers as she drops her gaze back down and wanders through the crowds, picking at a free snack and continuing to marvel at the next pop of color overhead.

When children run past a little too close with their hands full of sparklers, Misty flinches and pulls her shawl closer to her body while stepping out of their way. Despite her admiration of the vibrant beauty of this festival, she's got her reasons for not being overtly fond of an unattended flame.]

Ain't it pretty? [She remarks, gesturing to the spiraling shapes shooting up into the sky next.]

ii. maurtia falls - the hunt

[Misty's not here to play the game, she just happened to gravitate to the area in her absent wandering upon arrival; it's hard to figure out where to lead yourself in a brand new world when the swaps of Lousiana were all you ever knew before. She picked up pretty fast on the 'game', furrowing her brows at what she's overhead and shaking her head at being asked if she'd like to participate.]

Hunting shouldn't be a game, not like this. You think this is fun?

[Sure, the 'animal' they're tailing isn't real - supposedly - but she can't quite get behind it nonetheless. There's something dearly offputting to her about the idea of chasing a defenseless creature, making a game of following its tracks and inspiring fear in it. Hits a little too close to home, real or not, so she wanders off again. Only to discover the streaks of blood, touching her fingers to them and gesturing to you if you happen to be near by.]

Not a game anymore, now is it?

iii. wildcard - little miracles

[Walking down the street, maybe you watched it happen - a little chickadee flew into traffic, bouncing off a car and falling to the ground in the throes of a sudden death. Really unfortunate, terribly sad, but if you're like anyone else - you keep walking. It's dead, after all. Or do you stop to watch when a young blond woman steps off the curb, dipping down to scoop the little bird off the pavement (making a car wait while she does so,) before retreating back with it cupped in her palm.

She strokes its head, whispering something gently to it before - oh, look at that? It's awake again, flapping its wings and standing up in her hand. The bird looks at her and she smiles, lifting up her hands to let it fly away. Talk about a miracle, right? Oh, but - it has a bit of a toll to it. Misty collapses backward with a woozy sigh.]

i

[uzumaniac]

[Are those words directed to him? He was more focused on the crowd. 'Pretty'... It doesn't really apply, not for him anyway. But upon glancing over to her from behind his glasses, he notices she's speaking of the sky, his eyes following her own. Seeing it though, it- isn't pretty either. Watching those whiz-popping spirals curl about the darkness, mingling with the stars, it makes him feel a little sick. Soon enough he's looking back to the crowd, or rather, looking though it. His frown deepens and his shoulders hunch.]

I'm not really fond of things filling up the sky, especially fire and smoke.

shale / da:o

[notgneiss]

de chima

[the fireworks are speeding towards the crowd, and shale is just standing and watching this. anyone standing close to the golem will definitely notice that she's laughing at this.]

Look! [she says to no-one in particular.] They're all going to die! How funny.

[maybe... try to help? seeing as shale certainly isn't going to. not in this new world she doesn't give a shit about and certainly not without the warden.]

maurtia falls

[have you partnered up with shale? you poor damn fool. she's thumping along without really even paying attention to her partner, stomping along, stopping every now and then. shale's no hunter, but she's learned a thing or two by fighting alongside the warden and their party. not that she'd ever admit it.

shale pauses outside a house, then just... reaches out and tears the door off its hinges, flinging it behind her haphazardly. she's always wanted to do that! could never do it in cities. let's hope her partner isn't hit by the door? because shale gives no warning or indication that she's decided to investigate this house in particular.]

nonah

Oh, I hate this.

[shale is staring down her own model (why is she even in here? the tiled floors are cracking where she's walking), standing next to another import one. maybe it's yours?

anyway, this is far too long the looking glass from when she was stuck in the middle of that cursed town-- shale has never been happier that she's not cursed with flesh. certainly not because her face would be flushing red with humiliation right now.

the golem reaches out a large hand and electricity crackles from the gems embedded along her back and arms, then arcs out to the wax statue. maybe if she lights it on fire enough she'll melt it.]

de chima

[rebelhealer]

[Anders is doing what he can do help people, be it detonating fireworks early before they can do harm or trying to freeze them, as well as using shield magic on civilians.

Once he gets another group to safety, he overhears the golem and glowers at them.]

You find this funny?

Shuichi Saito | Uzumaki

[uzumaniac]

(OOC: Shuichi has the ability to infect people with a curse based on his powers. To keep things simple for test drives sake I'll assume anyone who replies is OPTING OUT of dealing with it. If you actually do want to deal with it (rest your soul), you can just reply HERE saying you opt in. Otherwise, like I said, any replies here will just be auto opt out.)



[ 001 Heropa ]
[He doesn't remember signing up to be in this balloon. He doesn't remember having money here, let alone spending it, and he can't imagine wanting to spend it on something as dangerous as this. Dangling high above the ground, he hunches over one side of the 'basket' and stares down, his gaze reaching far, as if welcoming vertigo to settle in. Shuichi has no place being up in a hot air balloon though he's not as unlucky as who ever is stuck on this balloon ride with him.]

[He's silent for a long time, his shoulders shrugged in, his head down, his eyes darkly shadowed. His hair ruffles from a small wind but to anyone perceptive enough, his the black strands seems to curl a little more than usual. The wind too seems... odd right now. Sure, being high up means it's going to get a little windier, but... is their balloon slowly spinning? It seems to be getting faster too. And all the while Shuichi faces over the side, staring down, his muttering getting a little more noticeable.]

We're too high... there's too much wind up here. Like it matters... no where is safe...



[ 003 Maurtia Falls ]
[It seems strangely easy to get roped into things here, but then, things were always happening to him.
At least these things are sort of pleasant, in a way, even if they can go wrong easily. If you'd call going on some 'wolf hunt' pleasant anyway. He lets out a noticeable, annoyed sounding sigh as he and who ever his partner is (you), pass through the dark and splintering doorway of an abandoned building.]

Is there a reason this game exists? ...Is it some trial of fear?

[He mutters, presumably to you as the both of you puncture the pushing darkness of this building with your presence. He's not used to his phone enough to know to use it as a light yet and instead takes cautious steps inside, his frown growing as he breathes deep. He can feel it, like something surrounding him, closing in on him. His throat feels like it's twisting up in his neck, choking him. Can they just go, why are they still in here...?]

[OOC: Choose your own adventure! ( A ) / The sillier more casual experience, and ( B ) / The darker option.]

( A )

[Venturing deeper in, there really doesn't seem to be much going on, but eventually you might notice, you can't find Shuichi. Some how you lost him despite his under the breath muttering. Damnit, he IS your partner, so maybe going to look for him is a good idea? There was a creak from some stairs leading up to the second floor of this building?/house?, and from up stairs you can hear movement.

[Welp, better to find that guy before he hurts himself. He looked like the sort to manage doing that more often than most. Shit, did you get his name before hand?]

( B )

That smell...

[Shuichi finally speaks up a little, his head slowly turning to his partner, his eyelids low, his lips pulled in a deep frown.]

It's blood.

[He says it with morbid certainty, whether you've smelled it yet or not. Throughout those dark halls, or dimly lit if you used some means of lighting, there are splashes of that red, though further down from where you stand now. There's this iron smell, this sort of hospital metallic sweetness that has no place beside the moldy dust aroma that's been wafting around the two of you since entering. Shuichi stares quietly now towards the stains, his brows furrowing further. If you follow his gaze to look back, those stains on the walls are strangely shifting... They look curled and swirled, as if someone had taken their fingers and drawn spiraling shapes through that liquid.]

[Maybe you should go... but then, whose blood is that? Are they okay?]

[ 004 Nonah ]
[There's a slight commotion you overhear as you enjoy(?) your time in the wax museum. People are talking about it nearby and as you get closer there is a small crowd watching as a young man in a black school uniform brutally beats the wax equivalent of himself down into the floor.]

[The wax shifts and squeezes, tearing in some areas as it's pummeled. Strangely enough, it seems to warp in twisted and curling shapes as he beats it down with one of those gold posts often tethered and used to keep you from getting too close to an exhibit. The guy seems oddly calm despite how viciously he beats the wax duplicate, conviction gleaming in his glasses, his expression blank.]

[Poor guy is about to get detained or thrown out... but something is obviously wrong. Maybe you should help him in some way? Or follow out of curiosity when he's kicked out and question him as he sits hunched on the stairs outside.]

004

[diamondshine]

H-hey!

[ Josuke put out an arm as if to stop Shuichi, though... well, honestly, his heart wasn't completely in it, seeing as how the wax statue looked exactly like the guy. He was going to go ahead and venture this was an unauthorized likeness.

All he really ended up doing was tapping Shuichi on the back. ]

Dude, hold up! You're gonna get yourself arrested or... something!

Mako Trig | Friends at the Table (COUNTER/Weight)

[notlarry]

HEROPA

[ This twenty-something guy looking at the information booklet for the hot air balloon race and stuffing his mouth with fried dough is wearing a neon-colored baseball cap, some sort of bizarre bright flannel, and ripped jorts. His skin is also...a little blue? In any case, it's a look. Especially with sugar all over his mouth. What a guy.

He also keeps moving the booklet around and squinting at it, as if he's...not used to paper? Man, paper sucks. This is all very visible to anyone looking at him. If you're close enough, he'll start chattering to you. ]

Is this an Earth thing? I didn't know this was an Earth thing. [ Not that he's ever been to Earthhome. He thought he'd picked some stuff up from Aria, though. ] This food rules, though. Holy shit. Did you get some?

NETWORK

hey so i've been on earth for like a day and its preeeetty alright [ actually it's kind of boring, but he's not going to say that ]
but wow your animals are SO BIG
look @ these ones??

[ he attaches some pictures of elephants from one of the the local zoos ]

man what the fuck!!! thats like, robot big. i mean ive been in WAY bigger robots but thats pretty big. for an animal.

also i saw these guys

[ it's a marmot ]

bunch of lil marmots!! marmots rule.
NOT AS COOL AS SHARKS THO
yall need to get some mako sharks and then we can do cross-promotion or whatever
cuz we're all famous here or something?? earth is wild

ok but seriously how are elephants so BIG though. fucking weird. howd THAT happen

Heropa

[thaumaturging]

[ Blue skin, meet pink skin. And horns. Anakis had discarded the booklet an hour ago, content to just walk around with one hand in her pocket and the other holding an extra large soda. ]

Haven't tried the food. Fizzy drink's good, though.

kyle spencer | american horror story: coven

[zomboy]

01. heropa

[ Innocent and non-competitive are what Kyle's here for, so while you assholes are running around fighting over jetpacks and scrambling into hot air balloons, he's quietly getting his face painted and watching it all go down from a safe and respectable distance. Kyle tends not to like loud noises too much these days, but he does like getting a tiger drawn on his face, and it's enough to curb the initial anxiety that comes from all the yelling and the partying. Once he's sufficiently orange-y and striped the fuck up, he'll just wander around the rest of the festival, swiping his free drinks and watching other people play games while not wanting to get too involved himself.

There's one of those test your strength games somewhere in the crowd, though, and Kyle's roped into playing it by the dude handing out prizes. Beefy McFratbody kicks an unsurprising amount of ass when he throws his arm into it and rings the bell, and when he's awarded a stuffed elephant toy for his trouble, he hugs it close before handing it off to the nearest import he finds. That's you? Here you go. Free elephant.

If you're not hanging out in the games, Kyle can be found at a nearby picnic table eating greasy food with his hands, shovelling fries into his mouth fistfuls at a time or else smearing his facepaint when he misses his mouth with his candy apple. He definitely stole it all without realizing that that's bad, and maybe you've heard a few disgruntled employees complaining about that quiet kid who ran off with someone else's order. Take him in, if you want. Or join in on the petty larceny and swipe some cotton candy from the big pile he's amassed. ]

04. nonah

[ Back when he was alive, Kyle had wanted to be an engineer. His brain's been pretty scrambled after a hasty resurrection involving the selling of souls and that whole Frankenstein-esque reconstruction business, but he's been learning to recognize words again through the use of slightly condescending flashcards and Dora the Explorer's firm yet guiding hand. "Museum" ignites vague, long lost memories of science exhibitions he used to attend, and the pull of sick-ass sculptures and the potential to play with plasma globes is what has Kyle lumbering off of the street and staggering clumsily through the entrance.

He bumps into things and almost knocks over a priceless vase along the way to the museum's newest exhibit, but the only damage he really does is the addition of a few curious fingerprint smudges on what was an otherwise untouched portrait of some jerk from the 16th century. There'll be quiet noises of fascination as he looks at paintings and maybe some sudden, exciting tugging on your sleeve if you're passing by and he wants to show you some dope drawing of a horse or whatever, but Kyle's a bit of a bull in a china shop, and if he's not thrown out of the museum for being too loud by tutting security or even an intervening import such as yourself, he'll find his way to the room full of replicas and, ah. Cause a scene.

He'll see the figure of himself and look concerned, at first, touching at his mirror's face with the quiet whimpers of a confused dog. The attention to detail is pretty good - the scar on his face, the stitches on his neck. His whimpers grow louder and his heartrate picks up, and soon there'll be panic - with a startled yell, Kyle swings his fist into the figure of himself and knocks its head clean off, shouting wordlessly at the top of his lungs as he tears at his fake's arms and legs and just completely decimates the poor thing. There's a moment or two of uncomfortable silence when he's done and the wax-work skull is bouncing along the floor, but once it settles into a resting stop, Kyle breathes hard and caps off the tail end of his tantrum with a hard kick to its nose that sends it careening into another imPort's statue. Probably yours. Did it dent? Did it - oh, it's falling over.

Sorry. ]

wildcard

[ or anything else. southpaws ]

[gatoraid]

[Kyle's not the only person who's wandering through the fairgrounds plucking up things without paying for them, though her methods are a little more scavenger than his - she takes the leftovers off the tables, eating cold french fries from a basket as she weaves through the crowds. She's got somebody's drink in her other hand, about a third of it left, and pops off the lid to smell it and take a guess at what it is. Or was.

After throwing away the paper carton from the fries, she mixes up her drink with its straw and takes a sip. The crowds around her are a bit more than she bargained for, dazzling lights and displays fascinating but soon to be overwhelming. She took to the swamps to get away from people and to live a peaceful life, but now she's here. Displaced, lonely and sipping someone else's pink lemonade.

It's the lonely part that gets to her - a weight on her chest that she's fighting to relieve. It's almost perfect timing that she turns around a booth, looking down at her feet to step over a tangle of wires, glancing back up just in time to see a head of familiar messy blond hair. It stops her right in her tracks, like some doe out on the road.]

Kyle? Is that you?

jormungandr ( original )

[worldserpent]

( DE CHIMA )

[ there's one import, at least, that doesn't seem the slightest bit ruffled by the people crowding around.. him? tall and slim and androgynous, there are patches of what looks like snakeskin on his bare, pale shoulders. he is also standing very, very still in the small crowd, face tilted slightly upward toward the sun, apparently completely oblivious to the questions he's being asked.

still, after a moment, his chin drops again, and his eyes are yellow-green and slit-pupiled like a snake's. the tongue that darts between his lips is forked-- and finally he sways forward, lifting a hand that looks awfully, dangerously clawed, reaching out to slowly crush the camera in one reporter's hand.

so maybe he didn't like being pestered after all.. ]

( MAURTIA FALLS )

[ he'd come for the wolf, partially in hopes that his older brother had found his way to this strange version of midgard-- but it's just a game, as it turns out, and not even a real wolf. he'd lost interest swiftly after that, and has instead taken to idly exploring the buildings. it's been decades, at least, since he's been on dry land for more than a few hours, and it's been interesting thus far. he doesn't have to fear retribution from the allfather here, and that alone would make this midgard superior to his own..

.. except that he's alone, and his siblings are still trapped, and his descendants are back home where he can't protect them.

there's nothing he can do about it at the moment, though, so he's trying to make the best of it. and by the best of it, he apparently means waiting very, very patiently among the trees, so still he could almost be mistaken for a statue. if approached, his head whips around, a clawed finger lifting to his lips in a shushing gesture. his other hand lifts, then, pointing-- toward a doe not that far away, grazing peacefully.

it's almost sweet for a moment.. at least until his expressionless face changes, lips drawing back from fanged teeth. ]

Dinner. Yes?

( NETWORK )

[ the face in the camera frame is pale, framed by dark hair, with serpent's eyes and what looks like delicate, almost pretty hints of snakeskin blending with human flesh on his bare collarbones and shoulders. he appears to be wearing a tanktop, at least, but that's reluctant. clothing is terrible, he'll never learn to enjoy it. ]

I sseek my siblings. [ that's it. no hello, no introduction, nothing. ] Fenrir, Hel. [ a slow blink, and his eyes narrow faintly. ] Sssleipnir. [ though he sincerely doubts that the allfather would let sleipnir far out of his sight. ] If not, news of them would be.. appreciated.

[ a long, silent pause, then his head tilts carefully. ] .. My thankss.

De Chima

[likedeathpersonified]

[He's not a fan of all the focus on imPorts but at least he finds he can blend in pretty well. He's new enough that no one really bothers him too much. Yet. If he gets a name for himself, that'll change.]

[Catching sight of the other however, he couldn't help but pause. Several people asking him questions and taking pictures. That means imPort. But he was more interested in the sneak like appearance than anything. No sneak hair. Bastien didn't want to deal with a Gorgon again. That was bad enough the first time.]

[No, just... different. Interesting.]

[And then the swipe at the camera, and something made him step forward, pulling at one mans arm and saying...]

Why don't cha leave him alone, huh? Another time. Another time.

[Being the son of Baron Samedi and a Voodoo practitioner, he had always had a thing for sneaks, and he never liked seeing people bother them.] Go on! Leave the poor guy alone for like five minutes, huh?

clover | original

[fightfordestiny]

01

Interesting...

[ Clover stands near the balloon ride signup, munching away at some sort of fried food covered in chocolate. She's watching as a few people stumble and clutch onto each other, claiming that the height and the race gave them some sickness. ]

Surely such a height isn't so bad? What say you? Will you also compete? [ Yes, she's putting you on the spot. ]

02

YAAAAA--!

[ Out of nowhere, a young woman in a white dress darts into the crowd, exactly where the stray firework is headed. She bats the firework away with her super strength, but she lets out a cry of pain too; while the firework dissipates and soars into the sky again, Clover grimaces and holds her hands close to her. Maybe there's a healer around to help? ]

N... nn... perhaps that was a foolish idea...

01

[fauxmarth]

Me?

[she blinks, surprised at being so suddenly addressed. she was just standing nearby with her eyes carefully trained on those among the groups crowding around the balloons who seem to be more unruly.]

No, I've no need for the reward. I can already fly. [a light smile and shrug!] But I'd rather be on-hand in case something dangerous were to befall anyone.

DANGER | marvel 616

[mortalweapon]

01 | HEROPA

[ The crowd could be suffocating — swarming bodies, cameras flashing, overlapping voices — but she, at least, was used to the attention. This six-foot-tall thing, all sharp angles and thick cables — a magnificent 275 pounds of shining blue alien alloys in the shape of a humanoid woman. Yes, she was used to stares and questions. Not that she enjoyed it particularly — but the machine called Danger took pride in her strangeness. She could tolerate curiosity. And she had subprograms that could remote hack any digital camera. Frequency filters in her auditory receptors could even reduce the clamoring noise to a background buzz.

It was the touching.

That's what she didn't like.

That's the crime for which she was currently suspending a man in the air by the front of his shirt. ]

If you value the use of your hands, I would advise that you keep them to yourself, human.
Refrain from invading my personal perimeter again.



03 | MAURTIA FALLS

[ There were, of course, certain advantages in being able to inhabit an organic body at will. It was a power the Porter had granted her years ago during her previous stay, and not one that she'd always welcomed. Organic bodies were soft all over, full of vulnerable points and little more than a glorified waterskin. The flesh could feel everything and was annoyingly ineffective against sharp objects. The brain was limited too — disconnected, unlike the central processor of her mechanical chassis. But she'd learned to use what benefits a human-like body could have. Blending in, for one. People were more willing to accept her in her soft form, despite the blank whiteness of her eyes and the strange black markings streaked down her cheeks. It was still familiar enough. Less questions at an event like this one.

A convincing disguise could have been fabricated with her hardlight hologram projectors, of course. But there was something more genuine about the reactions of an actual human body. And maybe that was just the excuse she needed to justify experiencing anything in that vulnerable form. Besides, a hunt would be entirely too easy as Danger the robot. Infrared sensors, night vision — the works. There was hardly a challenge in that.

In that dark abandoned buiding, it was a decision she might come to regret.

Danger paused at the corner right before the stairs, holding her hand out to stop her partner from going further. ]

Please confirm: Did you hear that?



04 | NONAH

[ To the artist's credit, it was exceedingly difficult to tell the difference between the real thing and the wax figure. Both were standing very still, face to face as if observing one another. Neither one blinked. Or breathed. Both alien and strange. Only the gentle blue light emitting from underneath the armor of the living version betrayed her as she stood scrutinizing her wax double. There were, of course, small details that weren't quite right — tiny things, like the little gears in her eyes — but even under the robot's meticulous inspection, it was a good likeness. It evoked her curiosity, as art often did. She even tilted her head a little, mimicking the human gesture.

She didn't define herself by her physical container — not when her true self was the ones and zeroes within — but it was... Interesting. To see a depiction of herself crafted by someone else. Flattering even.

It was probably against the rules to touch. She couldn't even gather too much more data by touching — after all, she was made of hard, unfeeling metal. But for some reason, she felt the almost child-like compulsion to do it anyway. Some aberrant, human-like code that made her reach out and run her fingertips along the face of her lifeless doppelganger. ]



WILDCARD | serkonos

01

[divaricate]

[Wanda can't say she'd do too much different if someone got all up in her space, so when she hears the conflict nearby, she turns her head to face it.]

That seems like a fair deal, honestly.

[She'd probably threaten the head, but eh, details -- right? Then she addresses the human: ]

I'd take it and move on.

Dolores Abernathy | Westworld

[dontwyattme]

[1.]

[ It's quaint, the balloons. Certainly, they weren't something she was familiar with, but Hot Air Balloons were in books, and Dolores had always liked books, she remembered. Or... well, she'd thought she did. Maybe it wasn't her, it was...difficult to tell, with the way things were. Sometimes, she was here, sometimes, she was elsewhere. Sometimes, she remembered things, but couldn't associate an image, or an emotion to them. Those were different, and they gave her pause.

She looked up at the balloons with narrowed eyes and a firm grimace, as if recalling something, a bad memory. With her sweet, rounded face, and the slim figure, it looks misplaced on her frame, but she does it all the same.

She doesn't move, in the slightest. ]

[3.]

[ You're paired with a girl. She's a pretty girl, for certain, with blonde hair in ringlets and a sweet, curious smile, and a homespun blue dress. She's practically the picture of angelic innocence, and the small pamphlet in her hands isn't even looked at -- it's like it isn't there at all.

But when things start, she's cautious, like she has no experience in anything even remotely like this. Her fingers tremble, and she looked around, her eyebrows knitted as she tried to keep moving, her eyes constantly toward the blood splatters on the wall. ]

Do you think that's... real?

[ She bit her lip, but she kept walking, her eyes moved faster than her feet, watching, even while she let her partner take the lead. ]

[4.]

[ She's just a thing, right?

It comes to her, even while she walked into the was museum, her steps cautious and nervous, as she walked in. ]

They're so...Real! [ Her voice airy, and filled with wonder. She even reached out to touch one -- an old import -- a Cowboy, from the look of it. ] Is that...

[ She looked around, as if she expected someone to be around. ] Was he here? [ she turned again, before she gasped, louder this time. ] Was he? [ She asked, pointing to a figure of -- well, a young man, for certain -- William. ]

1 - there is nothing good that could possibly happen in this thread

[grandtheftequine]

[ Logan almost doesn't notice her.

He's there because he'd heard a rumor about betting on the race and had summarily decided that whatever sorry asshole wound up bookmaking for hot air balloon racing was the kind of person who needed to experience being shot in the head a little. He's preoccupied with this thought as he passes by where she's lost in whatever glitchy staring she's been doing, only to do a double-take a few paces later.

A slow, unkind grin draws across his face and he steps up behind her—closer than is polite or necessary—to look out at the balloons, casual bookie murder completely forgotten. He doesn't even notice the uncharacteristic grimace. ]

I was wondering whether or not you'd turn up.

Mizuki ("Moon") | Pokemon Moon

[moonlitpath]

(Heropa)
01.1 - Balloons!
[Balloon rides? count her in. Mizuki, while not yet clued in she doesn't have to speak clearly, is unabashedly grabbing anyone who looks like they might be fun to ride with.] Come on! It will be fun, right? I want to see the city. Please come?

[Look, going from Kanto to Alola is still hard, even if you studied the language! This? It's a whole new ballgame.]

01.2 - Race time? YES!
[Ballon rides are all good and fun, but ballon races? The 12-year-old has signed herself up, promised (fingers crossed) that she will not use her pokemon to cheat, and been give a partner. It's only once they are up in the air, and a bit into the race, that she holds up a gleaming pokeball with the largest shit-eating grin ever.] We are going to win, yes?

[Hope you're not scared of large owl-like creatures suddenly appearing in a burst of light.]

De Chima
02.1
[She's not ging to lie: she is totally watching the fireworks, her pokemon arrayed beside her. There's a (shiny) Alolan ninetails, a sleepy Alolan persian, an owl-like creature of some sort, a small pikachu? cuddled against her, and a (shiny) isopod thing on her lap. They all seemed to be enjoying the fireworks, but they also seem a bit down.] Don't worry. Hoshii'd like this as well, and so would Lulu.

Kyyuuu. [The 'pikachu' seems to pout, even as Mizuki gives it a reassuring smile and pat.]


02.1 - Not as planned.
[Fireworks are good and well, but when things start to get out of control, the Alolan ninetails is leaping to Mizuki's defence, tails spread and a sinister gleam in its eyes. Excuse you, that's its human! Mizuki, as confused as she is, is also on the ball.] Keo! Frost Breath, please!

[As if trainer and pokemon are in sync, and before Mizuki's finished the command, Keo's already starting to freeze the firework in its place.]

Nonah
04 - Wax what?
[Wax museum? Sign her up! It's really cool to see it all. and she even has a camera out, taking all manner of pictures. She doesn't have her pokemon out, but the nearly full belt of pokeballs is a give away that she's a trainer.

That is until she finds a wax figure of herself.. and her current team of pokemon.] Uh... I... Excuse me, can you... How did they get...?

[Plz help. This is creepier than she can deal with. She's also glad the Diva Trio aren't out. No-one needs to deal with their spoiled egos growing. Even if the wax things did capture them perfectly.]

wax

[h2no]

[archie hasn't had his beautiful face made into wax. his crobat has, however, and it's near where mizuki's team are standing. honestly? if he just had to see the alolan pokémon (minus the mimikyu, which is very clearly looking like a pikachu for some god damn reason), archie might not have even guessed they were off the bat. he's seen alolan pokémon in books and on tv, but... it's a different matter in person.

he clocks it because of the alola form ninetails, which looks familiar enough to a kanto form one. the persian takes a moment.]

It's better not to ask, [he says with a shrug, then points at her team, excitement BARELY contained.] Those are from Alola, right?

Cassidy | Preacher (TV series)

[crassidy]

1 - Heropa

[Sometime just after sunset a lanky looking import makes an appearance, shuffling around the festival like he just dragged himself through a box of yard sale clothing, while enthusiastically accepting any free drink that comes his way. When he's not got a beer in hand, he's at the nearest stall that's selling alcohol, trying to blag yet another freebie with grand tales of his exciting imPort life.

He'd have spent his whole evening drifting about like this, but then he sees ~The Grand Prize~ and is instantly drawn to it, mouth agape as he stares. Cassidy has seen a lot of crazy shit in his life, but a real jet pack is a new one. Finally, he has the chance to re-enact every damn jet pack starring movie out there, and all he has to do is win a balloon race? Sounds easy enough.]

Aw, c'mon, there's gotta be someone else signin' up for this, there's a feckin' jet pack at stake here! [Beat, as he takes a swig of beer, glancing about with narrowed eyes at any potential partners for this escapade.]

But they'll have to pay, like, 'cause I uh... forgot me wallet-- 'Ey you! Balloon race, let's go!

[Yes! You!]

2 - De Chima

[That dragon sure was cool! Even if it is headed straight for a viewing crowd, galloping firework horses in it's wake. Whether or not it took out a few people in it's path, Cassidy is raising a beer in honour and whooping excitedly from his view point by one of the booze stalls, making no move to go check on the aftermath. It's not that he doesn't care, it's just... there's already others getting involved and it's not even that close.]

Did ya see that?! Like something right out of Lord of the Rings. Y'know the bit in Hobbiton with all the little folk and their hairy-- Ah, nevermind. [But wait! A gasp of realisation suddenly spurs him into verbalising this thoughts.] Y'think they'd show up here? Hobbits, I mean. Folk come from all over, right? So maybe some day we'd have a bunch of the little bastards skitterin' around the place.

3 - Nonah

[One import is doing his very best to get selfies with some of the weirder looking wax figures out there. You know the ones, every wax museum- even the temporary ones- has at least a few that are just a bit too uncanny valley. When he's not pushing past others to get those coveted selfies, he's standing back with the small groups of observers, cigarette dangling loosely from his lips (he must've missed the No Smoking signs literally everywhere), and looking pensive like he's at a modern art gallery.]

Jaysus, that one looks like they dropped it on it's face one too many times, does it not?!

[Sorry, not sorry if that's your own wax figure.]

4 - Wildcard!

[Throw him into any scenario you want! He'll be game... just no direct sunlight kthx.]

3.

[viced]

Yeah, it's pretty fucking ugly.

[ Said a guy to Cassidy's right, who beared an uncanny (valley's) resemblance to the wax figure he was just pointing out. With the slightly too-big nose, and the strong jaw, it was...actually a really good cut of the Senator. ]

Guy should think about getting plastic surgery, or something.

Johnny Cade | The Outsiders

[hoodorhero]

Heropa
[Traveling around in big ol' hot air balloons - now, that's something you only see in the movies, and ain't too many of them, neither. Johnny isn't exactly jumping to ride in one himself, of course, but even just watching them float up in the sky and race is enough to mesmerize the little punk. He's got a cigarette between his lips (hey, is this kid old enough to be smoking?) and his eyes on the sky, wide and wondrous.]

Is that tuff or what?

[He's mostly talking to himself, really, but if you're standing near enough by, he might not even notice you're there - could almost look like he's trying to make conversation.]

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

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

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

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

J-just leave me alone-- !

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

[Help a greaser out?]

Network

[The feed opens up to Johnny, scratching his head, chewing his lip, avoiding eye contact, and essentially looking like he's already regretting turning his camera on. He ain't exactly used to using this sort of technology anyway, but he does seem to know it's recording, and that only makes him look more nervous.

[It takes him a while before he actually starts talking.]

Shucks, I...[He stops, clears his throat.] I don't really know nothing about being a hero or none of that, I...I'm just an ol' hood.

[He pauses, darts his eyes toward the camera and just as quickly back away from it. He tugs anxiously at the collar of his t-shirt.]

What's it take, you think? Gotta be more than just a superpower, doesn't it?

((Ooc: I reused the second prompt from an old TDM because I am a Queen.))

de chima

[greaser]

[ That’s a very familiar voice, and it sets off alarm bells in Dally’s head. Couldn’t be—but it is, and for a moment, it makes him behave as though nothing’s happened at all. He pulls a few members of the crowd back by their collars and barks: ]

You wanna end up with a knife in your gut, huh? Leave the kid alone.

[ It’s an empty threat. He’s armed with nothing but his fists, because he doesn’t care what sort of fairytale nonsense he’s been granted with here. Give him a switchblade any day and he can do plenty more damage. ]

And what the hell do you think you’re doing, huh?

[ His eyes blaze as he hauls Johnny to his feet and pulls him away and around the corner, away from the crowd. ]

You think you can just show up here? After everything you put us through? After everything you put me through?

[ As harsh as his words are, there’s no real anger behind them. It’s confusion, really, as he holds Johnny by his jacket and squints, trying to work out how he can be here when he watched him die. Then again, Dally shouldn’t be here either, but that’s a different story entirely. ]

That ain’t how it works, kid. That ain’t how it works at all.

fiona goode | ahs: coven

[wickedbitch]

i. de chima: no photo ops

[God, she remembers the day when cameras were in her face like this all the time. But rather than revel in it here and now, it annoys her. Behind tinted glasses and the brim of a stiff black hat, Fiona Goode walks with the grace of a movie star - complete with a Pall Mall in one hand. She's fallen out of favor in having her photo taken and so with a pursed set of lips she waves her hand, corrupting all their memory cards and shriveling up film in one fell swoop.

One long drag of a cigarette, she gives a disinterested shrug before stepping off the curb to cross the road.] Careful, you don't want to be shooting from my bad side.

Trust me. [And she walks across the road, hand held up to stall any cars to keep the path clear as she goes.]

ii. nonah: not my face

[She could be anywhere but here, but here she is. Standing in all black with her arms crossed in front of her and a cigarette dangling between her fingers. Twice now she's been told this is a no smoking zone but with a careful little flick of her finger and a coy smile, those attendants turn back around to leave her to her bidding. Jesus, a little smoke in the air's not going to kill anyone.

When she finds the figure she was looking for, drawn to like a magnet plucking that needle from a haystack, she stands there in silence; she always had long legs, they look good immortalized, but the face... That's not the face she wants on display to the end of time. Her teeth set, she lifts her hand and lets the wax figurine erupt in flames before her and she watches it begin to melt. As wax drips to puddle on the floor, she drops her cigarette to the tile and crushes it out beneath the toe of her Louboutin pump.]

Nonah

[setmatch]

[ He's drawn to the woman with the cigarette. A casual observer in this little house of horrors made of wax faces that are a little more than unsettling. But whoever sculpted the wax duplicate seems to have done a good job- her fine features, immortalized in a life-like portrait.

That is until she lifts her hand and it bursts into flames.

From her side, he moves to stand beside her. Proper and poised with his silver-headed cane in his hand. ]

You know, madame, I do believe you've just committed arson.

David Klein || Scion RPG/OC || OTA

[setmatch]

De Chima || Press Statement
David is no stranger to dealing with the press.

He's made statements before, case briefings, answered questions for newspapers and journalists more often than he'd care to state. Which is why now, he's taking the utter haranguing of the De Chima gossip columnists, crazed fans, and social media bloggers alike with a well-worn patience as he makes his way through the streets of De Chima.

"No comment." He replies to a question about his romantic preferences. "No comment." To his abilities. No comment, no comment, no comment. Until there's a question that has him turning on his heel, anger furrowing his brow and his lips twisted into a look of absolute disgust.
"I- excuse me? How dare you-!"

Looks like he needs to be rescued from the crowd before someone gets hurt.


Maurita Falls || Wolf At The Door

He's not entirely sure what he's gotten himself into as he trudges through the woods. Gone is the usual suit and tie and silver-headed cane. Instead, he's taken to hiking attire, a walking stick, and his relics carefully kept close at hand should any trouble arise.

It's just a silly game, but it makes him feel like he's back home. Back in the hunt. Back to finding relics and fighting titanspawn.
"... I do have to say, the dedication to the theatrics is... almost unsettling." He says over his shoulder to his partner, the flashlight in his hand shining a beacon to guide them forward.

Was it just him, or was their the sound of growling in the air?


Wildcard ||
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De Chima

[likedeathpersonified]

Stepping in to help others? No problem. Stepping in to help THIS guy? Problem.

He didn't care for the man. He wasn't even suppose to be in Memphis, right? But there he was and there shit went down and now that Bastien sees him here he wants so very little to do with him. Other than work with him to get one very important goal done. Fuck.

He stands to the side, in clear view, arms crossed and watchful. A half smirk on his lips as the man gets asked personal fucking questions. Just as it looks like the man is going to lose his top does Bastien smile more. Good. Fucking lose it.

It takes all of a moment before guilt pecks at the back of his head and he's moving in to help, but only when it looks like David's about to lose it on this group of reporters. "Move it or lose it, folks. One of his powers is Explosive Temper and if it goes off while your around we're all dead." A lie, clearly, but maybe they don't know that.

He comes in at the others side, hand reaching to take hold of the others arm at the elbow and mumbles. "They're idiots, but there's no need to lash out, Mr. Klein." He said sternly, but gave the man a raised brow look.

lup l the adventure zone l ota

[restinglichface]

i; Heropa

Soo, we are both totally down with cheating to nab this win, right?

[To anyone familiar with Taako, Lup's appearance may be a bit of a surprise, a nearly identical twin to the male elf, only female, her voice a little higher and her curves just barely more pronounced, but a match in every other way.

She's watching her new randomly-selected partner with a grin, mouth curled up to the right, showing off just a hint of teeth while her intense gaze bores right through them. Look, new to this place or not, even with a laundry list of other things that need to be done, Lup's competitive streak holds for no one. She can find her crew, track down her family, only once she's absolutely crushed the competition.

The elf doesn't even leave a chance for her partner to respond, already reaching over to give them a too-strong pat on the back.]

Great! Real glad we had this pep talk, babe. Just leave it to me.

ii; Nonah

[Without much warning, there's an elf in your face, expression twisted in irritation, mouth pressed into a thin, angry line. She grabs for the stranger in front of her, fingers curling around their wrist and quickly tugging them to stand right in front of a wax replica of her. The replica is perfect, startlingly so, right down to the curve of her nose, the way her long hair falls over her shoulder, the exact curl of her smile...

And Lup looks furious.

She thrusts her free hand right up into the wax replica's face, pointing like it was the one who insulted her, her grip around the stranger's wrist not loosening up in the slightest.]

Are you seein' this shit? It's a friggin' insult! I get that my sorta hotness can't possibly translate into wax, but c'mon! It's like they barely even tried!

iii; wildcard

[OOC: wanna throw something else at me? Go for it! If you want to chat, hit me up over here meyggy!]

Nonah

[extremeteenbible]

[ All Of a sudden, Merle's being dragged to look at a statue of an elf. It is so sudden that the familiarity doesn't even register at first. ]

I, uh, I dunno, Lup. I think they captured you pretty well!

[ Wait a second... ]

...Lup!! You're here!

RUDY WADE ⇀ misfits

[doppelwanker]

DE CHIMA

⥋ A. [ The media circus is a bit overwhelming, but Rudy handles it with his usual charm and emotional coping mechanisms; he's already split from his other self, Rudy Too ducking off somewhere quickly to try and spare himself the worst of the interrogations.

And Rudy One takes all too well to the questioning and photographs, leering for the cameras and gesticulating very colorfully and lewdly as he answers a variety of intimate, personal questions. ]

Am I single? Well, that's a question to be discussed further over drinks, isn't it now? [ Leering, grinning, having a great fucking time. ] But you can't ask about me bedroom habits and not expect me to figure out you're comin' onto me. What d'you go in for, then? Fancy a bit of anal? Or maybe-- holy fucking shit!

[ And thank god (well, not really) that the firework creature has taken this moment to interrupt this extremely questionable interview. Rudy jumps back from the reporter, shouting out hoarsely in surprise and stumbling backwards, falling back against people in the crowd. More shrilly now: ]

The motherfucking fuck was that?!

⥋ B. [ Meanwhile, the other Rudy has put as much distance between himself and Rudy One -- and the paparazzi -- as possible, covering his ears to tune out the worst of the fireworks sounds until he gets further away, and to tune out any reporters who still try to chase him down. ]

No-- cut it out already, will you?! That's personal! It's personal!

[ Which is as far as he's willing to engage, otherwise it'd be a barrage of things like "no comment" or awkward, accidental confessions that he really would rather not share with the fucking press. Normally he would be the one more likely to talk about these things, but this is just not the time or the place for it. All he wants to do is find a break in the crowd so he can settle into watching the fireworks and actually enjoying it, without all this other overwhelming and upsetting shit interfering. Maybe get a drink of water, too.

Then comes one of the dragons. He yells out hoarsely-- ]

Aw, no! Shit! G-get down!

[ And is pulling whoever's closest to him down with him as he ducks, ideally around the corner of a building for extra safety. ]

( NOTE: Feel free to also tag into either prompt assuming that your character also experienced (or witnessed) the other just prior, if you're interested in them having encountered both Rudys in some way for Added Confusion And Weirdness. If it seems like it'd be fun! If it wasn't already obvious, his power is "Emotional Duplication," meaning he often splits into two (or three) separate selves. More doppelganger shit!! )

NONAH

Stop i-- stop it! I'm not made of wax, and neither, I might add, is he! What do you need my picture for?!

[ Rudy Too is still fairly overwhelmed, less by the situation itself and more the overzealous locals who keep gawking and treating him like he belongs in a freaking zoo. Rudy One doesn't seem perturbed, however, and goes from pretending to be Rudy Too's wax replica to slinging his arm comfortably over his doppelganger's shoulders. ]

For the fucking novelty, you whiny prick! [ To whoever's nearby, as he shakes his head: ] Sorry about him. Really. Or better yet, ignore him altogether-- it's me who's the alpha. And also a bloody delight, I might add.

nonah... lays down slowly.... my fave char...

[h2no]

[archie had been looking over a wax model of someone he knows when his attention is grabbed by rudy. he looks between the two... twins? and shrugs.]

'Least he ain't waxing poetic.

[har har]

C'mon, dipshits! [he shouts at the people who've got slightly too close.] Don't you idiots know not to harass imPorts that might have dangerous powers by now?!

Anakis Nowhere | D&D OC

[thaumaturging]

De Chima

[ Yeah, yeah, there are fire monsters in the sky, but the distraction means that nobody is watching their purses. A thief can make out like, well, a bandit in such a scenario. Anakis is doing just that, sometimes by hand, sometimes standing thirty feet away and using mage hand to pull a wallet from an unsuspecting innocent's pocket. She's dressed to blend in, in a dark hoodie and jeans, and as soon as she thinks she's been spotted, she's making a break for a back alley. ]

Nonah

[ This spectacle is interesting, she'll give it that. But why are there so many wax statues of humans? She's seen like, one dwarf and maybe a couple elves, but that's it. Boooooring.

Finally, though, she comes across a statue that captures her attention. And wouldn't you know it, it's herself. Or, it's supposed to be. ]

Purple. They made me purple!? [ She flings her hood back, revealing two black horns and very magenta skin. Turning to the nearest passerby, she exclaims, ] Do I look purple to you?

Network

[ First, you get fifteen seconds of muffled audio. Sounds like someone accidentally turned on the microphone in their pocket. Then, you get a video that is way too close and upside down. That's turned off quickly enough. Next, a properly angled shot of a pink-skinned, black-horned brunette doing some kind of incomprehensible sign language. (That is, unless you know thieves' cant. In that case, she's asking for a rundown on what organizations hold the power on this world.) She says nothing, face blank and unsmiling.

Finally, there's a text. ]

is there any gods damned way to use this thing without our names being attached to it?

Wildcard — [ hmu on plurk @ objectpermanence for other ideas! ]

nonah

[viciousmaukery]

[There is one purple tiefling in this whole museum, and he's just as peeved by the lack of representation as she is. The statue that they hastily made of Molly sits next to Anakis', and it's so clearly a rush job that he's almost offended. Really, magenta? Really, eagle feathers? And look what they did with his coat!

Don't get him wrong, he's glad there's one other tiefling in this whole mess, but. Really?]

There's been a mix-up. [He says this with a sigh, pressing fingers to temples.] Unless I look magenta to you. [He looks like an eyesore, is what he looks like.] We should probably file a complaint.

Evan Sabahnur | Marvel 616

[foreversmiling]

01.

A balloon race! That actually seemed kind of fun. A great way to integrate into this society and a nice way to make a new friend! Hopefully new friend at least. This race was probably going to last a while and it'd be a shame if he got stuck in a balloon with someone unpleasant for a long trip.

Or a short trip. The balloon seemed to be rapidly loosing altitude.

Evan had no idea how to pilot one of these things.

"Umm... hang on I think I saw something about this in here somewhere..." he flipped through the alarmingly short instructional pamplet... until a sharp gust of wind blew it from his hands.

"Well... there that goes..."

04.

Wax museums were weird. Evan wasn't even sure why he was visiting one. Maybe because entrance was free and he didn't have anything else to do. It was kind of cool though. Whoever made these had a lot of talent.

One sculpture made him stop in his track though, his blood running cold. It was him. Sort of. He had the same blueish tint to his skin and similiar markings that started at the corner of his lips. It was Apocalypse. En Sabah Nur. A genocidal self proclaimed godking. His original, and the man Evan was cloned from. Some other imPort must have described him to the artist.

To an onlooker they looked like they could have been father and son. Evan just looked disturbed. He dedicated his life to being everything that Apocalypse was not and stumbling upon such a realistic statue by surprise like this... was jarring. Finally he shook himself out of his trance and turned to apologize to the other onlooker who must have wandered in after him.

"Sorry about that," he laughed nervously, "Got a little lost in my thoughts I guess. I'll get out of your way."

004

[uzumaniac]

Shuichi had been standing in silence for a while, possibly looking at the same statue Evan was yet seeing right through it. It's been an hour since he destroyed his own look like and thankfully his more normal appearance compared to a lot of the other visitors made it easy for him to stroll right back into this show.

I say thankfully but... he isn't sure why he's here either, why he decided to come in again. Maybe something about this place drew him in, maybe it was just close and he wanted to be inside rather than out.

The temptation just to go home or- or... where they told him 'home' was now was strong. But here he is, staring, focusing finally only to notice the discomfort in this strange... looking person. Then again, there are a lot of odd looking people roaming around here. It must just be a part of the afterlife then. He's perceptive though, so perceptive enough to see this statue bothering this person.

With his gaze unwavering at Evan he says nothing and then finally turns to look at the imposing wax man, this ancient, imposing looking man. But... it's just wax. It's nothing. So why should it have any hold on them? Calmly he steps closer to it, ignoring whatever flimsy barrier was in place between audience and display, and unhooks the red rope from a nearby stanchion post. He raises it like a bat with the heavier lower disc at the end, moves in, and then takes a home run baseball swing at the likeness of Apocalypse.

Sabrina | Pokemon (games)

[bentspooner]

heropa;
[ Heropa is nice, as far as cities in an alternate universe go. This one is nice and warm, close to the ocean where she can meditate to the sound of the waves, and her Pokemon can lounge in the sun. Sabrina's arrival and everything that came with it is overwhelming, even for her, she's in dire need of some time to herself to regain her focus and calm her mind.

So, of course, the fawning imPort media somehow convinced her to join a hot air balloon race. A race doesn't seem very calming, but it's never too early to start making connections...or headlines. Sabrina hits the center button on one of the four Pokeballs fastened to her belt, and a fluffy bat emerges, about a foot from one wing tip to another, squealing with excitement at the idea of flying alongside her trainer. It doesn't occur to her that she should have to explain that to the person beside her, but she turns to them. ]

Have you ever flown one of these?

[ Because if not...Sabrina will figure something out. ]

maurtia falls;

[ This game is more her style. Sabrina's talents are more suited to a nighttime scavenger hunt than a balloon race. Good luck if you're her partner, though - she seems pretty confident that she can handle this herself, walking right out in front with her eyes closed, reaching out with her mind for this “wolf" until she reaches the staircase.

That's no Lycanroc.

She bristles, but remains still. Very, very still...slowly reaching for her belt until her partner catches up with her, startling whatever that is into dashing up the stairs with a growl. ]

network;

[ Sabrina greets the network with a distinctly heart-shaped hickey right in the middle of her forehead. It's not quite clear whether she knows that or not, judging solely on her demeanor, serious and deliberate. She's yet to see a way out of this, so if she is going to be trapped in a foreign world, she may as well make an impression on it, starting with an eerie green glow around the edge of the frame, because she's using her powers to hold it up. Look, no hands! ]

My name is Sabrina, leader of the Saffron City gym, in Kanto. If that means anything to any of you, please contact me. I have many additional questions.

[ A creature jumps on her lap, catlike, with purple fur and a forked tail. The light shines off a gem on its forehead, and it looks straight into the camera, distrusting. Which doesn't stop it from getting comfortable. ]

If there is anyone who can tell me where I might buy Pokeballs, that would be a great help. This world's dominant search engine, Yahoogle, is very poorly designed.

MF!

[halloflamer]

Hey, wait up! Sabrina...! [Blue is yelling from further behind, riding on his mighty Arcanine's back. He has no idea what Sabrina is stopping to stare at ahead of them until Arcanine skids to a halt and growls, hackles raised and teeth bared as he senses the presence of the other creature.]

[Blue's skin goosebumps at that reaction, and he hops off of Arcanine's back, fist clenched around the strap of his backpack. What was that thing? Whatever it was, it was lunging straight for the other Gym Leader-- Blue acts quickly.]

Watch out! Arc, Extremespeed!

Violet Evergarden | Violet ... Evergarden ...

[dearmajor]

i. de chima

[While imPorts at large get somewhat swarmed by crowds of fascinated locals, there's a bit of a crowd gathering around one in particular. A young girl, dressed in a fancy, flowing dress, hair done up prettily in braid buns, tied with a red ribbon. Her expression, however, is rather flat and muted, giving off an overall impression akin to a living doll. That doesn't seem to be the main attraction, however--one of the girl's gloves is removed, revealing a sleek metal prosthetic in its place. Some of the younger children poke and tap at the fingers, which she bears without complaint, and she answers just about every question posed to her, regardless of how weird it is--in the same neutral, almost military manner.

Until she gets to one in particular, anyway, at which point she tilts her head in confusion.]

What is a "selfie"?

ii. maurtia falls

[She hadn't particularly intended to participate in this "game" when she had come here, but she had ended up getting roped into it, some mischief-seeking local impressing upon her the rudeness of not partaking in the city's traditions.

It feels more like a military training exercise than anything else--she's too unfamiliar with games to be able to say more--which is...painful, to say the least, given certain recent revelations, but it also means she knows what she's doing to an extent. She's quiet and efficient when it comes to traversing the territory, albeit deferring to her partner's judgment when it came to deciding next moves, when...they start passing by all that blood, bringing up more of those same memories and thoughts of the last time she was with the Major--but then the wolf appears, snarling at them from the distance, and it's like a switch flips. She charges right at the thing, attacking it with a viciousness that's perhaps unexpected, given her dainty clothing and youthful appearance.]

Stay back!

iii. nonah

[You know what's a little funny? When the girl who's frequently compared to a doll gets a wax statue of herself in a museum. Violet pauses in front of it, looking at the likeness in puzzlement. It's not that she's never seen a statue before, but she was given to the Major as a tool for war. She was skilled at fighting--killing--but was never meant for such honors.

She stares at it for awhile, before addressing the next passerby:]

I don't understand. Why is this here?

iv. network

Hello. My name is Violet Evergarden.

I have received the initial briefing and read the introductory documents about living here, so I am familiar with the basics, though I would appreciate being informed should anyone come to cross paths with a Major Gilbert Bougainvillea.

I hoped to ask a more personal question instead, as many of the messages here do. In my own home, I was an Auto Memory Doll -- tasked with writing letters on behalf of those who are illiterate, or who need assistance putting their thoughts and feelings into words.

I have heard that our existences here can be fleeting or particularly long-lived, and so I was wondering...is there anyone you would want to write a letter to, if you could?

network;

[recommendations]

Hello, Evergarden-san. It is nice to meet you, my name is Momo Yaoyorozu.

I think that is an incredibly honorable job to have, helping people express themselves! If I could, I would send letters to my family and friends back home, to let them know im alright here. Maybe also to my teachers, to say that I haven't stopped training during my time here.

I will keep an eye out for this gentleman you mentioned.