June's over? Julying.

[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.

What a month, huh imPorts? Changing ages, mysterious shimmering explosions, and uncomfortable weather. The city of Heropa understands. That is why today the largest local water park is having an imPort appreciation day. The cost of entering is waved- so long as you’re willing to do a power display on the way in for the gathered crowds and kiddies. No explosions or mass destruction, folks, keep it family friendly and hopefully entertaining.

While it might be a drag to be treated a little like a circus freak to get in, the park itself is well worth it when it comes to cooling off and forgetting the horror happening elsewhere in the world. High-tech gadgets are here to improve experience. Water proof robot bar tenders wander around the many slides, floating rivers, and tanning areas (or swim around in the lounging pools) making free whatever you orders, alcoholic or virgin. They’re obedient to a fault, so if you want to waste their time by asking them to shake ice then pour it out fifteen times before putting the vodka in there, feel free. Only the people in line behind you will get annoyed. The robots themselves will just offer fun bar trivia and talk with the flair of a 1920s speakeasy bartender.

But of course it wouldn’t be a day for imPorts without a little bit of a weird twist. They’ve got to get the locals to pay top dollar to come watch everyone swim, after all. Some of those free drinks have an extra special free ingredient, one with random effects. Guess you should have read that size 1 font subsection on the ticketing booth that waives park liability. If you happen to be one of the lucky ones to receive a spiked drink, you’ll experience one of the following effects:

1)Hydrophilia – You couldn’t leave this pool even if you wanted to. Which you don’t. In fact, the idea of getting out of this pool is horrifying to you, who knows what could happen outside of these safe, watery depths? You’ll need to get others to bring you food and make some difficult bathroom choices, but for the next two hours even the threat of death would have trouble getting you out of the water.

2)Buddy system – When you took that final sip of drink your eyes fell on another person and you knew- just knew- that this was meant to be. At least for today. This person, whether you’ve ever met them before and whether they’re a human or an AI or a drink serving robot, is going to be your constant companion for as long as you’re in this water park. Whether they like (or know it) or not.

3)Razzle Dazzle – A purely physical effect. Your hair, skin, and even eyes start shifting colors. Some are more or less normal, bright, bright red hair for instance, while others are just out of this world. A shifting rainbow of Unicorn sparkle colored skin, bright yellow eyes, you name it. Anything you imagine, you could possibly be. At least for the next hour.

4) Safety First – The lamest of the effects, but it does make everything easier for the owner of the park. Rules are there for a reason, kids, no matter how nitpicky they may be. And by America, you are going to make sure everyone is following the rules. No running, no flip flops in the pool, no swimming within half an hour of eating, even some special individual rules that only you would think of must be enforced.


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! Synthetic wonder! Whatever you might be, 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-- c̨͟o͝͠r͟͞n͏ęr͜҉͞ed̶ ͢b͏͞y͜͏-- c̕ǫ̡҉r͘͡n͟͡e̶̢re͘d̀͏ ̴by ͘th͠͏i̛͟͝n͏g̸͏s̶̢ ͟th̀̕a̶͝t̴̢ ͡use͟d̷͞ ̛t̸̵̢o͏ ͡͝b̛͡e̷̛͞ p͢ȩó͝pl̸͜͜e҉.͘

De Chima is not what it once was. The city is covered by a strange shifting shimmer, and you don't even know how you ended up here, but you did. The sunlight splits into strange rainbow prisms, and everywhere you look things are growing. So quickly that if you stand and watch for more than a few seconds, you can see it growing in real time.

Not just growing. Changing. It isn't just the plants. The animals, the tech, the people, the land - everything is changing, morphing, dissolving. And you're changing, too...

y̛̜͈̪̹̤̲̣o̪̘̱u̸'̬̻̳͈͎r͖̯̫ͅe̸̠͕̟̜ ̧̝͇̠c̤̹͓͈̱̻̜h̼͔ͅa̝͇̟n҉̖̯ͅǵ̝i̖͎̫̜̩̝̻͞n̮̖͚̠̳͉g ͕̺̗̞̭ͅa̺̭̘͕͉̳̺n͙̦̹̙d̹̤̫̪̦͔ ̮̙i̝̺̺t͏̱̟͙̪̳͈ w̥͎̹̦͍o̩̬͍͍͕͠ṉ͓̠͖'̧̦̝̘͔̳̫t͓̫̹̥̬̹͕ s̪̤̗͙̦͎t̛̯̩͙̦͇̤o̴̘͍̝̣̼̙͙p͓̱̜̹͖


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.

The protests from earlier in the month have left their toll on Maurtia Falls, as the damage done from the riots are still being painted over, cleaned up, repaired and repaved.

Walking along the streets of the city, if you stick out at all like an ImPort (or even have a visible ImPort tattoo), you’re immediately honed in on by one of the various members of the clean-up crew, who wear bright yellow vests.

“You’re an ImPort, aren’t you?” They’ll say, gruff and slightly accusatory. “Well, help clean this up. You’re the reason this happened.” 

And with that, they’ll shove a vest, a broom, and a dust pan into your hands, before taking off. Maybe they were trying to get out of doing the work themselves in the end.

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. Today, the biggest buzz comes from a tech-cosmetics company, ReNew U, which is offering free tests of its new flagship product. What looks like a can of hair spray actually has the power to temporarily change one's appearance. A spritz to the face could add or remove freckles or provide a new makeup job; a spray to the head might provide not just a new hairstyle but new hair. And going all-over seems to change one's entire body! Of course, it only lasts until someone takes a shower, but why not experiment?

There's just one catch—thanks to the social component of ReNew U, these new looks aren't generating temporary changes out of thin air, they're copying the appearances of others in the area. Got a killer new haircut? So does someone else, thanks! Walk around for a while and you just might meet your doppelganger—so you're going to take a picture together and post it via the special ReNew U app, right? #twins #goodlooks

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Bruce Wayne/Batman | Batman ‘66

[batcamp]

Heropa

[Those of you who might’ve known Batman know many things about him, and one of the most obvious things is that he’s not exactly a social animal. This Batman, however, might just be the exact opposite. Public appearances are his forte, and despite not having any powers, he is quick to take up the offer. Due to this, rather than give a power demonstration, the Batman can be found giving a rousing speech on the benefits of community service.]

Indeed, one must always remember to remain vigilant. For even if you possess no powers of your own, all criminals will possess the traits of superstition and cowardice. You can be a hero in your own way, whether it’s by contacting the local authorities or superhero, or by finding a solution to the problem that doesn’t involve you getting hurt.

For you see, while every hero might not possess fantastic abilities, we all possess a sense of justice. That is the most important power of all, citizens!

[Later on, he’ll turn down a drink. The Batman does not drink in public.]

Maurtia Falls

[Bruce doesn’t need to be convinced, or coerced into doing anything. He was on his way down here for this specific purpose, and while he’s greeted in a rather harsh manner, he nods and takes the vest.]

Gladly, sir. While I don’t exactly appreciate your mannerism, I am happy to be of help.

[...so, Bruce can be seen with a vest over top of his batsuit, cleaning the streets and doing the community a favor. After all, that’s what he’s here for.]

Wildcard.

[down for anything!]

heropa

[firstcrusade]

[The crowd immediately quiets, wide-eyed, and wander away. Behind him, a walking scowl pauses incredulously before speaking.]

Is this some kind of joke.

[batcamp]

[Batman turns to face the newcomer, not at all intimidated, though he is a bit wary of their dark colors and brooding demeanor.]

Public safety is no laughing matter, I assure you.

wildcard in maurtia falls

[cassassin]

[ the usual patrols and lead-chasing brought the bat out tonight.

a fair bit of interrogation, a few shut down deals, plenty of crooks left unconscious, spray painted bat symbols left with her handiwork. a long night in a longer campaign.

and then, while surveying the block and listening to police band chatter, she sees... that. a man in a batsuit, walking up the side of a building, dragging himself by a grapple line. is it him? (no, she thinks, he would have been home by now--)

once he's nearly up, she begins to glide down the block and across the street, pulling herself towards the building's roof with her own grapple gun.

batman lands, cape closing around herself, before looking him over in disbelief. ]

What.

[batcamp]

[Batman pauses, he was already a bit taken back by the fact he had encountered a very special guest star (who would’ve thought Bruce Willis lived in this building?) halfway up his climb. But this is unexpected. He speaks casually to her, as though discussing the weather.]

Always good to have two heroes on patrol, friend. Was something bothering you?

Heropa

[imdabaman]

[A glove flies off the hand of a stranger in the crowd, zooming right toward Batman's face- wait that's. Not a glove. That's a hand.

Yet the person the hand came from seems to still have both hands, one of which he's pointing at Batman defiantly.]

Dat's an imposter!

stiles stilinski / void stiles - teen wolf

[blackfly]

i. daylight - stiles

[He's still getting used to the whole multidimensional travel business, but after the shock's begun to wear off and the looming threat of not having his adderall with him has begun to set in... Stiles is still bouncing off the walls. There's no stopping it. He's a little lost in the middle of a foreign city he's 99% sure doesn't exist, finding that the phone numbers he calls back in Beacon Hills also don't exist. That's mildly sobering and would be a little more impactful if he hadn't gotten caught up in soaking up the details of the ImPort network.

He was just about to reach out (tentatively, as one does with... canine friends,) to a familiar name when he scrolled too far and saw a few other highly recognizable names. And he freezes up mid-stride in the middle of the sidewalk, getting dirty looks from people who nearly crash into him as a result. Head still bowed, he just barely misses walking into a lightpost when he attempts to start walking again but ultimately freezes up. ]

Hey. Hey? Hey. Hey, you. Big guy? Yeah you, c'mere for a sec?

[Is he talking to you? Doesn't matter, he is now. And you're being manhandled by this bean pole of a kid (who will let go!! if you give him enough of a look - jeez don't be so scary,) who gestures to his phone screen - which is already accidentally chipped - with a waving finger and shows you it with a slack jawed sort of look that implies he's having trouble processing the information he's now going to grill you about.]

That - does that say Leia Organa? Like, and over - over here... Han. Solo? Am I having a bout of dyslexia or is this a fever dream? A mix of both? I think I'm having a panic attack, actually.

[Hand to his chest:] I can feel my lungs. They're collapsing.

ii. nightfall - nogitsune

[It's been happening for weeks; bouts of bad dreams, a few awkward streaks of insomnia as a result and he's tired. He's exhausted, really, so when his eyes start to close he can't stop the swirling black abyss from sucking him in to what'll inevitably be another nightmare. But while he rests, while Stiles is asleep? It's time for the fox to play. Possessed by a fox spirit that is slowly amassing the power to stay in control of this body, he'll have no recollection of what 'he's' doing right now but it's fine. Totally fine?

What is he doing right now? Nothing too extravagant; he's got the hood of his sweater up and is walking the streets of Maurtia Falls' sketchiest neighborhoods, getting a good look over the most chaotic of ImPort driven zones close up. If he wants to settle in some roots to really shake this place up - he needs to network and he needs to get a better understanding of this new territory. There are no Oni on his trail but there's the potential for a new plethora of obstacles.

So maybe you're just out waltzing the streets like he is or are in the black lit clubs, the seedy bars and empty parkettes late at night same as he is. Maybe you happen to catch him right before sun up, when the horizon glows much like the fluorescent bulbs of this gas station convenience store. His eyes are red rimmed and his pockets are casually filling with goods for the sake of it, growingly less subtle in the art of stealth; especially, it seems, when there are other patrons near by. Almost like he's goading you to call him out, to make a scene. Do you dare?]

1

[calloused]

[ Derek's never been exceptionally skilled when it comes to technology - too much time spent kicking up dirt in rotting houses and hanging out in the woods - but the comms they've been provided here are pretty straight forward. He set up an alert a few months back, a set of bells and pings that would ring out whenever a name from home might port in. The addition of Stiles Stilinski had been a bit of an afterthought, only partially because he doesn't know the kid's real name, and when he woke up this morning to his phone vibrating with someone's arrival, he'd been-- anxious. Could be Peter. Could be Kate.

When it turns out the newcomer is that wiry, sarcastic weird kid who threw him in jail for trying to mourn his sister, he's not sure how he feels. It's a mix of annoyed resistance and a begrudging need to make sure he's okay - Stiles has been through a lot he never asked for, and if Derek had been a little more forthcoming in his help last year, he might not have been quite so stressed out. Plus, he's helpful. He helped him with the whole Peter sitch, at least. However accidentally.

He's up before daybreak but it takes him hours to track Stiles' scent, given that he's working off old memories of a fast food-stained jeep and whatever disinfectant they use down at the Sheriff's station. He tried to call a while back but it went ignored, presumably because Stiles was too busy drowning in all the new information an over-energetic, hyperactive nerd like him would drown in and therefore didn't notice his phone going off, but. When Derek finally hears the distant sound of squeaky sneakers and the telltale crash of someone dropping and chipping their phone, he figures he's on the right track.

He finds Stiles soon after, all annoyed and surly and leather-jacketted when he approaches him, and just as he's about to open his mouth to say something shitty and disdainful, Stiles cuts him off. Acts excited, calls him big guy. Derek's thrown enough that he doesn't really know what to do - the last time they saw each other, from his perspective, was when Derek tore out someone's throat and covered his hand with blood? He'd low-key expected-- fear. Disrespect? Antagonism, at least. He looks more and more confused as Stiles keeps talking, rattling off names, and he just - shoves his hands into his pockets and tries to meet him half way. ]

Leia? [ okay, nevermind, his hands are out of his pockets. He bats Stiles's arm away like a dog being annoyed by a fly when he keeps fucking waggling that finger at him. ] I know her. She's nice. Helped me deal with some shitty kids. What are you--

[ oh, he's having a panic attack. Derek doesn't try to help. His hands are back in his pockets, his glare is as stony as ever. He came out for this? He came out for this. He has a home. He has friends. Friend. There's a cat back in his loft that just gave birth. Stiles is the sheriff's kid, right? He doesn't need help. He can get through this on his own. Derek takes one long, low breath, looking up at the sky. S a ve h i m ]

Can you chill? For, like, a second.

I

[viciousmaukery]

[The big guy?

An average-height tiefling, with lavender skin and a coat like Cirque du Soleil had sex with a Dungeons and Dragons pantheon, exceedingly colorful and littered with religious symbols that ultimately don't actually mean shit in this world. And he is apparently getting manhandled by some skinny beanpole kid, which, okay? Okay, Molly can roll with this, he'll let this happen, why not. He leans in close and squints at the names.

Han Solo, he decides, privately, is an absolutely ridiculous name. He looks at the kid and huffs out a breath, smiles cheerfully at him. It would maybe look a little more scary if Molly wasn't wearing his favorite coat and also didn't have ice cream smeared on his mouth, but hey, here we are.]

Relax, little man, it's fine. I don't think it's a fever dream. [A gentle hand rests on Stiles' shoulder, meant to be grounding.] Come on, I found a nice woman selling some really good ice cream. I'll take you to her.

Toboe (Wolf's Rain)

[onewiththewild]

1 . [ HELLO SIRS, THIS IS WOLF.

It really is wolf. There is a red wolf -- HUGE even for wolf standards -- staring at everyone, ears back against his skull and tail between his legs. He has NO IDEA what is going on and everything is confusing. Heroes and humans talking to him and him pretending he doesn't understand a thing because HE IS JUST A WOLF OF COURSE SIR JUST A WOLF.

Toboe is so lost. Last thing he remembers was... dying in Quents arm's. Taking few last painful breathes and seeing Paradise. Then he was brought to this place and debriefed and now asked to get in a car. Instead of doing that, he started running through the streets. SORRY BUT NOPE. He doesn't know you, strange person with a professional smile telling him he is a hero and had a file and should get in the car. The whole thing is too suspicious and his wolf senses are tingling.

Once Toboe is far away from that car as possible, he roams into Heropa's water park. While his imPort tattoo is there, it's covered with fur so it's hard to see, which is why when the security realizes there is a wolf in there, quickly they panic and call animal services. However, they will ask imPorts nearby if they can deal with the animal too: if you are around, some security guy will be asking you to take care of that SCARY AND MEAN wolf (he isn't, Toboe is terrified and looks like a lost puppy, despite the size). ]


Wildcard 1. [ There is a wolf walking around the streets of Heropa. A WOLF.

Okay, maybe some people can confuse him with a dog, but overall it's not hard to miss this is a wolf and he is huge. He has an ImPort tattoo. And he also seems a bit lost, walking through the streets fast, trying to find something.

In fact he is. He is trying to find a place where someone won't be STARING at him and where he can use his illusion and look human to others. But apparently everyone IS staring at him and he can't just turn like that, no matter how badly he wants.

Finally, he makes a turn to a dark alley and looks around. Perfect. There is no one there. And where once was a wolf there is now a 14 years old boy, who leans against the wall. ] Wah... that was hard. Why is everyone staring? [ he remembers to look at his wrist after, seeing the tattoo. And after, he licks it, trying to take it off, but nothing happens. ]

1

[fuckingpassw0rd]

Hey just cause I have a dog doesn't meant I'm fucking pest control.

[Hank hasn't seen the wolf in question yet, but from the way they are describing him, he's expecting something truly terrifying. Possibly with rabies.

The wolf he finds is neither threatening and slobbing. The question still begs. Can he talk with wolves? Only one way to find out.]

Hey uh...can you understand me?

[Don't mind the huge St-Benard next to him who doesn't seem too threatened by the newcomer.]

slade wilson, edgelord titans, on ya network

[yellowspeak]

Quick Q
exactly how many of you woe-begotten leeches are just STACKED with fat wads of cash are just sitting on your thumbs
NOT funding a cocktail bar at your giant magic portal machine
because if any of you claim to be DECENT you are officially lying and i expect you to feel bad about it right now

seriously
you yank me by my skivvies away from FREE PANCAKE FRIDAY and are all like HAHA OH WOOPS GUESS UR HERE FOR AN INDETERMINATE PERIOD OF TIME FOR ACTUALLY NO REASON HERE'S 200 BUCKS AND AN IPAD HAVE FUN!!!!
and dont even hand me a crappy college beer?

oh yeah hey thanks for the copious blocks of text about whatever self-contained chaos you got going on, thats pretty cool too i guess
if i wanted my genes to morph any more i'd go bone an x-man or that one scientist that made himself a dinosaur

Actually becoming part dinosaur would be pretty neato
anyone in there verified as a dinosaur now?

[hellrisen02]

Oh, it's you.

You know, I think I hate your world more than this (these) one(s)? Every time I hear something new about it I hate it just a little more.

Anyway I haven't met any dinosaurs here yet, but there's a pretty good chance for it, I imagine.

[heliophilic]

I'm literally a stack of money stuffed into some clothes. Does that count?

[diosauria]

[hello, here is one part dinosaur. in multiple senses of the word; who knows how long it took him to learn how to text.]

Who's asking?

[mightyneed]

what is a SKIVVIES explain further VERY LONG PARAGRAPH

carter kane ( the kane chronicles )

[kemwer]

( heropa )

--Seriously?

[ the kid protesting the entry is a short teenage boy dressed in a linen tunic, jeans, and sandals, an eye of horus pendant hanging around his throat. he sighs, rubbing both hands over his face as he tries to decide what to do. he'd just wanted to cool off in the water park, man.. of course, apparently powers aren't a big deal here, so he supposes it can't.. hurt? ]

Okay, fine, hang on-- [ to be honest, he's not the best at words of power, though he's much better than he started out, at least. time to study will do that for you, really. so after a moment, he lifts his hand, concentrating, and speaks a word: ] Maw. [ a golden egyptian hieroglyph of three waves appears in the air, glowing gently, and water spins into existence in his palm, stretching into a small tornado. he lets it do so for several moments, long enough for a proper display, before directing the water to a set of potted plants and letting the spell fade. ]

We good? [ because doing magic around non-magicians weirds him out. ]

( network )

Anyone else here have gods they can't contact? My magic used to be dependent on the fact that the gods are around somewhere, but they're definitely not here the same way and I can still do my magic just fine.

Mostly fine. Travel in the Duat seems to be impossible, but everything else seems to be functioning correctly.

Thanks.

network

[notgood]

You sound like you're saying you just go to the Duat for fun.

Network

[setmatch]

Travel to the Duat is currently impossible because the Duat doesn't exist here.

Trust me. I've tried.

network

[areou]

only a god i wish i could lose all contact with

( read: apollo. she's kidding, mostly. he's not really that bad. but you'll never hear her say it. )

( network )

[ambasciatore]

there is no underworld. no duat. no valhalla.

though, there are god just not like how you might have seen them. what gods are you looking for?

Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum | Ni No Kuni II

[evanmore]

01. Heropa

[ This world has some of the neatest technology Evan's ever seen - and that's saying something, considering all the androids and steam tech that emerged from Broadleaf's towers. No one in any of the four kingdoms had ever considered a waterpark, let alone a place for locals and imPorts alike to swim and enjoy a day in the water.

He makes a mental note to ask Bracken and Keeley about this when he returns to Evermore. He His subjects would love the water slides! The strange neon-colored sandals! The androids with funny accents!! Actually, no, scratch the last one - it might be offensive to real androids.

Before he enters the park, however, he pauses at the attendant asking him to show his powers. That's a new requirement. ]

Okay. [ And yet, not one he minds. Evan lowers the hood of his cover-up, revealing his long cat ears, and his tail swishes along to the beat of the song blaring from the loudspeakers. ] What kind of spell should I -

[ The attendant hands him a ticket then and there, and Evan's left standing in the middle, calling out, ] Um, excuse me! I don't think... you didn't... tell me... [ a sigh, as he hangs his head in shame, ] Oh dear....

02. Water Park

[ The lack of spellcasting aside, the water park is really neat. Evan rushes straight towards the water slides and dives in (literally) into the deep end. However, even a catboy king needs to replenish his energy, so he eventually heads to the concession stands for food and whatever fruit juice they'll give him.

After a drink or two, he glances at the nearest person, and inches ever-so-close. He can't help it. They seem like they would be really neat, and he wants to make as many new friends as possible. How did Roland put it? Safey in numbers, like - like a buddy system.

In his ever-polite Bitish accent, he can't help calling out and asking - ] Oh! Might I ask what sort of food or drink that is?

02. network

Hello, fellow imPorts. I know most of you come from worlds similar to this one, so I want to ask: what was school like in your world? Was it fun? Did you make lots of friends?

And I guess, most importantly - what sort of school do you think we should have in this world? Are we learning what we should be?

Thank you for your time. I appreciate hearing what you have to say.

[consulinchief]

[It isn't until Evan is left standing alone in confusion does Roland manage to catch up to the young king. He chuckles quietly at the expression on the boy's face, but masks it with his hand.]

This world doesn't have Grimalkin, Evan. Your ears were proof enough for them.

[For his part, Roland had summoned his sword, but that was neither here nor there.]

I'd ask if you were ready, but I think the answer is fairly obvious.

Chidi Anagonye | The Good Place

[ikanteven]

Heropa

Chidi really doesn't know what he expected when he decided to come here, to this event. He's still getting his feet under him and he's not used to the whole 'superpowers' business—there's a lot to consider about that, ethically and otherwise, and he hasn't had the time to sit down with a nice fat notebook and work it out. But he decided to try to relax a little and go with the flow, which has simply led to more stress—and distress—on his part. He doesn't know if the robotic waiters are as intelligent as Janet, but he's finding himself more and more concerned one of them will go off the rails and end up in the pool, injuring many people. He can't decide whether it's best to stay here, despite being unable to do anything about it if something goes wrong, or just leave.

So he decides instead to have a drink. He had not been much of a drinker when he lived on earth originally, but he figures he'll relax better if he can get some wine in his system and try to ignore the things bothering him.

But somehow, this makes everything worse. He's not only worried about what the robots will do—he's worried about what the people will do.

"You're not supposed to run," he helpfully informs one young partygoer, then immediately turns to another: "No, no, now—don't do cannonballs when there are other people around." No, he doesn't know for a fact that person was going to do a cannonball—but it seems the most likely outcome for how they're acting.

With that he turns and points in the direction of the nearest person he sees, emboldened. "I know you're not jumping in right after drinking that."

Maurtia Falls

Chidi takes on the task with seriousness when it's assigned to him—it's the fault of imports that things must be cleaned up, so it's his duty if nothing less to participate. So, he sweeps, he bags, he repairs...he continues doing whatever needs to be done to help out.

Sooner or later he realizes he's gotten so into it that he's forgotten to watch where he's going, and he's attempted to literally sweep someone off of their feet. He gapes for a moment, letting the broom droop in his hand.

"I'm—" he stutters. "Oh, my god. I'm so sorry."

Wildcard

Think of another way that your character could encounter Chidi? Run it by me at texelations, or just write up your idea below!

Maurtia Falls

[forkingbullshirt]

"HEY WATCH IT ASH-H-"

Eleanor was running late. She knew that she shouldn't have stayed up all night watching stupid videos online. Now she was regretting it as she was running late, phone in one hand and coffee in the other. She knew it was her fault for being late to work and she would take responsibility instead of coming up with a ridiculous excuse like claiming daylight savings was against her religion.

But she should have been watching where she was going when she rounded the corner and suddenly found herself tripping over a broom.

As soon as she looked up she felt short of breath. Back in the Judge's chamber, she knew that she wasn't prepared to be separated from her friends - especially Chidi. Being alone here hadn't been easy. "You're here...it's really you..."