30 days has September

[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.

Everyone’s in preparation for the arrival of Autumn! A small street fair has dedicated itself to welcoming Fall with open arms. Harvest foods have practically taken over— hot pumpkin-themed drinks, warm apple pies, and butternut squash soups are everywhere. One stall in particular has a scarecrow-building class, providing with plenty of patched up clothes and straw.

If you stay late enough at the fair to see the moon rise, you’ll notice it takes on a deep orange glow— pretty normal for a harvest moon. But it’s strange… a few scarecrows also seem to share the same color glow from their eyes. Maybe it’s just a reflection…?

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 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!

Although what really seems to be the question of the month for those hardhitting journalists is a little less of the mundane;

"So what do you think about the recent Import mission to Mars? How much did that cost the government, and what will the repercussions be?"

Maybe they're hoping for a psychic Import on these matters...

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. 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.

Up ahead, it seems like there’s a traffic jam- or rather, a complete deadlock. But strangely, no one’s honking their honks or trying to zoom around other cars. Upon closer inspection, it seems like everyone is stock-still, with blank expressions upon their faces. The only figure moving in the crowd is a woman with a rather strange black and white outfit…

It seems like yet another local with superpowers has emerged from the woodwork- perhaps literally, in this case, given that she’s dressed up like a mushroom.

It seems that Feelia Fungus has taken to telepathically freezing the entire intersection with her mind control “spores” while she helps herself to robbing civilians of their belongings. It’s up to you to stop her!

Remember: September is known for being mushroom hunting season!

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.

One might think that being such an industrial-based city, Nonah might might leave behind old cultural traditions. But with their motto of “Work Hard, Play Hard,” they certainly wouldn’t forget about a holiday they hold dear: Oktoberfest. 

The germanic celebration is in full force this week, complete with stalls giving away beer, and various snacks like brazen and würstl, along with various cakes. Anyone underage will be given a nice warm cider instead, and some natives may even try to convince you into wearing some classic dress- a dirndl.

For those with a more competitive streak, there’s a crossbow contest for most bull’s eyes hit!

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Kirk Langstrom | Gods and Monsters

[desmodusdraculae]

01. Heropa
[His attempts at trying to find the porter take Kirk directly through the harvest festival, much to his chagrin. He doesn't want to be surrounded by the scents of something he can't have, scents that are apparently making him homesick for a place that never accepted him. The small town in Nebraska where he grew up had festivals like these all the time, especially as the leaves started to fall, and summer turned to fall.

By the end of the stalls he caves, buying a slice of warm apple pie from a smiling woman, who actually manages not to shrink away from his unnatural appearance. He finds a spot on a nearby bench and stares down at his purchase, wondering just what the hell he's going to do with it now.

It isn't like he can eat it.]


02. De Chima
[The unnaturally pale skin and giant red goggles on his face do a fairly decent job of pegging Kirk as an imPort to the locals around him. As such, he finds himself subjected to a fair amount of attention, as all kinds of locals try to learn more about him. It's a strange feeling, getting this kind of attention, because back home most of it went to either Bekka or Hernan, never him. Not wanting to be rude, he answers the questions politely at first, but no matter how quickly he walks or how many questions he seems to answer, there's no end to them. It isn't long before he's completely overwhelmed and he lunges in the direction of the crowd surrounding him, baring his fangs. Unfortunately, rather than disperse the crowd like he hoped, it just led to a whole new topic of questions being lobbed at him.

Someone please help him, or he's most likely going to attack someone to try and get out of there.]


03. Maurtia Falls
[Five minutes. It had taken approximately five minutes upon arriving in Maurtia Falls to run into trouble. He hadn't even made it to his new so-called home yet. Traffic jams weren't inherently dangerous, not for someone that called Gotham City his home, but the traffic jam combined with vacant stares? Yeah, that's something to look into.

It doesn't take long for him to discover the source of the problem. With a sigh, Kirk pulls up his batcowl and shrugs off the trench coat he was wearing to hide his costume.

Why couldn't he have at least made it to the apartment before having to deal with this?]

That don't belong to you.

[Kirk moves in fast, his red eyes flashing under a street lamp as he runs, fangs bared. He's going to end this, and end it fast.]


Wildcard!
Feel free to run into Kirk anywhere!

De Chima

[psychophilia]

[Aw, shit. Looked like Cass' long lost cousin was about to show his nasty side to a crowd. Or just bite one or two. Which, hell, Tulip couldn't really see the bad in that. These people were too comfortable just poking and prodding at business that weren't theirs to start with. When to back off would be a good lesson to learn. But wasn't like she had much else to do...a fact that said more about the current state of her life than anything, but screw it. The last vampire she'd saved had turned out fine.

She put on a fake, sugar sweet smile aimed at the crowd and stepped forward to reach for one of his arms. Her southern twang was always there, but she brought it up to 11 now for the act. Folks were always kinder to a southern belle.]

Sorry, folks. My client's got places to get to. Interviews to do. Keep an eye on the news, all your questions'll get answered there.

selim bradley | fullmetal alchemist

[overshadow]

HEROPA

[ When the harvest moon rises, it's probably time for children to be put to bed, but this kid's mother is in another universe and there's nothing to stop him from eating or doing whatever he likes! This isn't an ominous statement!

Thankfully, Selim's had enough time to ditch the vest he showed up in -- ripped as it was, it probably wouldn't look too out of place on a scarecrow itself -- and shower before venturing out, and Heropa's hospitality along with his typical contrived cuteness have combined to net him a good amount of autumnal freebies. He's still nursing a steaming cup of whatever in one hand as he surveys the scarecrows, his back turned to any of the other fair-goers. When he feels non-ominous eyes on him, however, the small figure he cuts turns around to reveal an average, slightly weirded-out child. ]

Are they supposed to look like that? I didn't want to be rude to whoever made them... but it's kind of creepy.

[ Later still at night, if you're out, you might end up looking into a particularly shadowy area and, for just a moment, seeing a very different type of eye staring back at you. About the size of a football, with a blood red iris, it immediately closes once spotted and then seems to vanish, as if winking itself into nonexistence. ]

MAURTIA FALLS

Oh, wow. This is...

[ So this prompt is going smoothly. You're a hero, or just someone who happens to be around and decent enough to want to do something about this dastardly villain! Wherever in the process you happen to be -- observing her and plotting your next move, springing into action, or in the midst of battle -- a child's voice carries on the air. It is entirely unaffected by the spores and brimming with enthusiastic delight. ]

Incredible! It's just like everyone says about Maurtia Falls! What's your hero name, will you tell me? I bet it's awesome! Oh man, and the villains do have the worst fashion sense!

[ If you were planning on using the element of surprise to combat Feelia Fungus, whose name is going to be in italics for the rest of this thread and there's nothing you can do about it, you might be out of luck! On the other hand, he could provide a useful distraction if you're not opposed to using a child as cannon fodder. Spore fodder. ]

:eyes: - Heropa

[sonofgold]

[When Al sees a small child walking around unaccompanied, his first instinct is to make sure the kid's OK- not lost, not looking for their guardian, not hurt.

However, when he gets closer, he has to stop himself from recoiling. Out of all the people from his world to arrive... it had to be him, of course.

But was this the real Selim, or the other one? The innocent child or the one who could tear him to shreds with no effort in his flesh and blood body? Al hangs back, hoping he hasn't been spotted, to observe and try and figure out his next move.]

misty day | american horror story: coven

[strongerstill]

01. heropa

[Something led her to the street fair that day, something more than the scent of pumpkin spice in the air. She paused as two little girls dressed in witch costumes ran by her, waving their toy brooms. Most likely witches were just a fantasy to them, something spooky to bring out on Halloween.

But she wasn't here for that. She kept walking even as the sun set, her steps leading her to the stall with the scarecrows. She kept her gaze intently on the glowing eyes- she had never seen magic like this before.]


02. de chima

[She hadn't expected a crowd to swarm her suddenly, demanding answers to very personal questions. Refusing and trying to make herself heard wasn't having any effect. She was starting to panic as she turned around, looking for an escape.

This wasn't working.

She closed her eyes for a moment, focusing herself. Intent.

Suddenly part of the crowd felt themselves being pushed aside by an invisible force, some falling to the side as to allow her an escape route out of the throng. She took that chance and bolted, not watching where she was going.]

There is something wrong with people here.

wildcard

Free for all!

02

[ficcion]

Well.

[ Sophie's voice comes from the right, where she had to jump after Misty pushed people away. ]

You went and did something weird to them, so that doesn't help.

Ahsoka Tano | Star Wars

[youngone]

De Chima

[Ahsoka's been keeping a pretty wide buffer between her and overeager journalists. She's been using the Force to either gently encourage the more weak minded ones to go bother someone else or actively shove them away. When all else fails, she's good at pushing herself up and away from ground level to flip across rooftops until she escapes.

But the most recent question has her flummoxed.]

Mars? Why would there be repercussions? That's not even in a different solar system!

Maurtia Falls

[Ahsoka shouldn't be so excited about this opportunity. As she's sure Yoda would inform her, she is a Jedi and she should not go seeking a fight. But she's used to being at war, and she's still not sure how to be at peace.

A clear-cut bad guy she can fight. That's what she's needs.

She hops gracefully onto the closest car, leaping from vehicle to vehicle until mushroom lady is in sight.

Ahsoka draws one of her lightsabers and lets it thrum to life.]

I'm giving you a chance. Surrender, and this doesn't have to get ugly.

Maurtia Falls

[faithfulson]

[ Really, Ahsoka should know by now that clear-cut bad guys always choose the ugly option. Feelia pauses long enough to glare, before sending her spores out toward her... but they don't get even close, and the reason for that is just to Ahsoka's left. ]

[ Luke grimaced as he held his hands out, trying very hard to concentrate on freezing all those spores in place. There were a lot of them and they were tiny, and he wasn't sure he was actually holding on to them all, and oh stars Ahsoka, please move. He really doesn't want to see his father's apprentice standing around like a statue. ]

hellboy | hellboy

[hellnah]

001. De Chima,

[ As it turns out, being a bright red, seven foot tall obviously-a-demon tends to make one stand out from the crowd, just a little bit. Somehow, everyone twigs very quickly that he's not from around these parts.

And it's not that Hellboy's a complete stranger to the spotlight. He was on the cover of Time once, his face is known the world 'round, but he's never welcomed attention like this. He doesn't like to think about what sets him apart— as far as he's ever been concerned, he's just another working stiff, only slightly redder.

So he's not a fan of being bombarded with intrusive personal questions; at first, he dodges them with his trademark dry humor and deadpan expression, but then as time passes, with increasing discomfort and growing annoyance. It's too much. When one intrepid reporter and her camerawoman shove a lens in his face, asking about Mars of all things, he just about loses his last shred of patience. ] Ask a scientist.

[ Now might be a good time to help extract him from the situation, or someone's camera could end up on the ground. ]

002. Maurtia Falls,

[ Even though costumed supervillains aren't generally within his purview, this is familiar territory: a bad guy's a bad guy, no matter the shape or hilarious apparel. After confirming that the frozen folk were still alive, he pursues her with the intent to apprehend. But even a hardened criminal like Feelia is running for her very life the moment she sees who— what— is chasing after her. ]

Hey, lady! Slow down!

[ Hellboy calls out, but she doesn't listen. Half-mad with terror, Feelia doesn't even see you in her way until she's slamming into you, clutching at your shirt, begging for help. Help, the Devil's coming for her. ]

003. Nonah,

[ Hellboy turns down the booze, uncharacteristically— after his latest mis...adventure back home, he's thinking he might need to hop on the wagon— but he's happy enough to sample the other offerings at this Oktoberfest. It's cute. He's avoiding the larger crowds, but hangs off to the side, happy enough to speak with anyone else around. He also takes the time to explore the weird phone-device he's been given. He holds it awkwardly in his large stone right hand, so he can poke uncertainly at it with his normal left hand, human-y fingers better suited for these fiddly little tasks. Technology, really not his strong suit. ]

[ Or find him giving the crossbow contest a try, and aiming... uh, horrendously. His bolt hits a tree, impressively off-target. ]

Oh. Whoops.

004. Wildcard,

[ Anything! I'm game. ]

de chima

[ex_heritance43]

[ Oh, that. That is a trainwreck in the process of thinking about whether or not to happen. Clark has never met the guy before, but even from down the street, he can see the tension mounting, both on the part of Hellboy and the beat cub reporters.

As one himself, he winces in sympathy. Sometimes it really does come down to trying to get information from anyone you can.

On the other hand, tall and red looks about six seconds away from initiating violence so Clark picks up the pace just a little, managing to arrive as Hellboy is snarling his answer regarding science professionals. ]

Oh, there you are. Come on, big guy, let's go get some coffee. Maybe some danish. [ and a muttered 'play along', hoping the stranger has excellent hearing. ] My treat.

Georgia Mason | Newsflesh Trilogy

[choosetruth]

Heropa

[Georgia isn't used to this much... stuff. People, crowded around, laughing and playing and touching each other like they're not afraid of turning into a zombie at any minute. She gets it conceptually. This isn't her world. Most people here don't expect to turn into a zombie at any given moment. It's still weird as hell.

At least her journalist training had involved a lot of getting used to crowds so she could be in situations like this and not freak out. She still keeps to the edges of the crowd, staring out through her sunglasses and scowling. There's a difference between not freaking out and actually being comfortable. Besides, she's here to observe.

She's not sure there's a story here, but she keeps coming back to the Scarecrows. Something about them.....

It's probably nothing.]

Maurtia Falls

[A supervillain on the loose. People frozen by her powers. And here's Georgia, supposedly some kind of superhero, in a position to help, and she's not sure what to do.

A zombie attack she could handle. Armed guards, political conspiracy... she's dealt with it all. She has not dressed with a superpowered woman in a mushroom costume. She doesn't have a protocol for this. Should she break out her superpowers, that she doesn't trust and has barely tried to use? Should she pull out her gun and start shooting?

No. She's always said words are her strongest weapon. She knows how she's handled most threats in the past when they aren't actively trying to eat her. She yanks out her MP3 recorder and shoves herself into the path of the woman.]

Excuse me? Georgia Mason. After the End Times. Do you have time to answer a few questions?

[This might be the dumbest thing she's ever done. Shaun would be proud.]

Maurtia Falls

[darkpants_warmfeeling]

Trust me, that is not someone you want a comment from.

[The voice comes from a tall, fit man in superhero armour advancing through the gridlock to confront the villain. He flings out an arm, and the mushroom lady suddenly floats upward into the air, enveloped in some kind of glowing blue energy.]

Ma'am, you've got to get out of here. This place isn't safe.

clark kent | dceu

[ex_heritance43]

de chima

[ Clark isn't sure how these people know he's an ImPort, dressed casually in clothing that has nothing to do with his red and blue uniform, but they do. At first it's just a couple of people stopping him on the street to say hello and maybe chat for a few minutes about how he's assimiliating. Then it's a few more, giggling and asking for pictures or autographs, and asking really inapropriate questions about fellow ImPorts and what are his chances of dating this lady or that guy.

It's a little uncomfortable, to be honest. Back home, he was asked a lot of general questions as Superman, but these people are something else. And then the camera crews finally show up just when he's exiting a little cafe. The initial questions are much the same: intrusive, silly, straight out of the gossip rags. But they a reporter asks about the mission, like he hasn't been here for only a few days. ]

I haven't been briefed on that yet. Mars? Really? That's something. Look, when more information is available ... [ He trails off, letting the crew form their own opinion on what he'll do. Then, ] I'd be happy to take one of your business cards.


nonah

[ Oktoberfest! Good food, good beer, plenty of people milling around trying to be friendly to another, swapping stories and having a good time. The operative word being good. Clark heard about it through work and heads down on his day off, looking forward to the chance to get to know more of the local natives and maybe some of the other ImPorts. He's still a little shy when it comes to mingling with his own kind (that being non-native people from other worlds). But back home the Harvest festivals and Homecoming were always a time of strengthening community and celebrating what you had.

He's wandering through the stalls, stopping frequently to chat with the owners, and asking about this process for making cakes or that process for brewing decent beer. He wants to learn as much as he can about the people he's supposed to protect. And maybe write a piece or two for the local paper. Gotta keep those journalistic skills from getting rusty. ]

Oh, whoops! I'm sorry.

[ Of course, he could always turn away from chatting up someone about sausages and accidentally stumble against a complete stranger. ]


wildcard

[ have an idea? toss it this way. ]

nonah

[desmodusdraculae]

[Unlike Clark, Kirk isn't here by choice. He got turned around trying to navigate the confusing Nonah streets, and wound smack dab in the middle of the festival. With his unnaturally pale skin and large red goggles covering his eyes, he sticks out immediately as an imPort and is in the process of dodging yet another offer for free food (that he can't eat) when he nearly gets knocked off his feet by the stranger. Kirk staggers back as he regains his balance.]

It's fine.

archie andrews | teenage murder soap opera (riverdale)

[jocks]

▌HEROPA.

( in a sea of pumpkins and fall-colored decorations, archie andrews, for once, does not stick out like a sore thumb. it's easy enough to blend in with the goings on with his red hair and the muted red/heather gray raglan shirt he has on. it feels sort of like home, too, before riverdale took a nosedive into murder and the mob underworld — small town festival with local food and carefree people ringing in the new season the only way they know how. there's definitely less drama here, which is kind of a relief, but his life has been so crazy lately he almost doesn't know how to relax and just enjoy it. and there is the whole superhero thing he hasn't quite wrapped his head around, but he can probably deal with that later.

of course, it wouldn't be much of a fair without a little live music, and archie finds himself drawn to the small stage more than any of the food the locals offer him. he politely declines the opportunity to try a deep fried pumpkin pie. he joins the small crowd at the foot of the stage, watching contentedly as the young woman on stage strums her guitar, her voice lilting through the streets as if carried by leaves on the wind. when the song is over, she announces that she'll need a volunteer for her next song. naturally, archie is the only one who raises his hand when she asks if anyone can sing. he makes his way onstage, awkwardly waving at the crowd of people he doesn't recognize. it's a little weird to not perform for the townspeople he's known since he was a kid. )

Uh, hi. I'm Archie Andrews. I'll try not to screw this next one up. ( thankfully, it doesn't matter if he knows the next song or not, because his new power knows it for him. he can't imagine there being another scenario where it would actually be useful.

and, you know, it's kind of fun singing with a total stranger in front of more total strangers. the crowd seems to get into it more, at least. he might get finagled to stay on stage for a few more songs, but once the set is done, he'll make his way offstage, hopefully back toward the rest of the fair if no one intercepts him to comment on his singing or ask if he'll join their band next. )

▌NETWORK.

ID: archie

is anyone else a little freaked out by this superhero thing?
not that it's not cool
it just seems a little too good to be true
and like i wouldn't normally say this but
how hard would it be to have a normal teenage experience for once??

( murders, mystery, mayhem, the mafia ... now superheroes and supervillains. let a kid live. )

▌WILDCARD.

( choose your own adventure! )

HEROPA.

[bragnificent]

[ Now there's a name Reggie remembers. And voice, and of course face, but it's hearing Archie say his name into the microphone that makes Reggie double-take and stop wandering the faire to listen.

Shit. He's been so convinced that this wouldn't happen he doesn't know what to feel right now. Overwhelmed, confused, and happy, for sure-- he'll start with that. Archie may not even remember anything from his previous time here, which is fine. Reggie's tried to prepare himself for that possibility ahead of time, too. But then again, he might remember. Which is... well, complicated.

Reggie doesn't want to overthink things too much yet; he claps when Archie finishes, running over to him. ]

Hey, Andrews! [ Archie also gets greeted with one of Reggie's typical friendly slaps on the ass. ] I should've guessed you'd be just in time for pumpkin spice season.

Sophie Amundsen | Sophie's World

[ficcion]

01

[ Sophie doesn't take part of the scarecrow building, but she stays around, peering from over a book she's reading to pass the time. She has nowhere better to be anyway, and no interest to interact with anyone. Not just yet. It's still a bit of a shock to see so many like her, even if they're not aware. Is she stuck in another book? Maybe a movie, it's hard to tell.

The sun goes down and everything takes on tones of orange... including the scarecrow's eyes. Sophie walks up to one and leans forward, more curious than scared. ]

Are you going to start moving now? Go asking for a brain?

[ She looks at the other scarecrows. ]

Might be an issue.

02

[ The moment Sophie notices people are getting a little too close to comfort, she bolts. Literally, around corners and as fast as she can. She doesn't want crowds, nor attention, she wants her piece and quiet to think. To think and to try and find answers... or at least some good questions to keep herself sane.

Still, it seems like her attempts to warrant some personal space look like an invitation to board her for some people, somehow. It doesn't matter that she looks a bit panicked by now, there's people that just don't know when to stop. Are those recorders in their hands? ]

Please... I just want to be left alone...

Out and about

[ In less clear cut news, Sophie can found sitting in whatever nook and cranny she might find, usually with a book covering her face, lost in its pages. She doesn't seem to be carrying much beyond the clothes on her back and a book, and the time of the day doesn't stop her from reading, squatting and generally avoiding human interaction.

Still, she's a growing girl and the same, and it happens that when you're passing by (maybe without even noticing her) her stomach makes an unearthly noise, loud and poignant, indicative that she has indeed forgotten to eat for God knows how long, probably a day and some more.

The sound removes her completely from her reading, of course, face going red like a beet, book moving further closer, this time to cover her factions as she goes very still, perhaps believing that everyone is part T-Rex and won't be able to find her if she doesn't move.

That's when her stomach goes for a bis. ]

Network

un: sophie

How do we know we're real?

network

[nightmarist]

define real

Anakin Skywalker | That Star Wars Nonsense |

[bbqedchosenone]

01. Heropa
[ He'd give the medical staff this much - they had done a much better job of putting him back together than Palpatine had attempted to. Still, he ended up looking rather more like the decorations than he liked, but people were...good. It was strange, people not being afraid of him and still was caught off guard.

Or maybe that was his intuition warning him, as it seemed to happen the most near the scarecrows. ]

03. Maurtia Falls
[ Years spent as Darth Vader had left him more than prepared to intimate reporters away, and the years prior as the Hero Without Fear of the Republic had taught him how to act while being filmed. As such, he'd been able to slide between a graceful exit or simply being ignored. Until this one, who followed him intensely, seemingly unwilling to be intimidated. She'd give Leia a run for her money in stubborn at least. But the question at least earned a stern enough glare she took a half step back. ]

The type of technology needed for interplanetary travel with a small part of a solar system is a stepping stone to a wider technology. The cost of such expansion is minuscule compared to the advantages it offers, and is about time this planet caught up.

Wildcard
[ Pick a location, go for it. ]

Maurita Falls

[faithfulson]

[ Luke stood back, quietly watching the interview going on in front of him. It was kind of funny, seeing someone as tall and intimidating as his father being chased down by a determined reporter that was at least a foot shorter. He tried to smother the amused smile on his face in vain, finally sending out a gentle poke through the Force, if only to give him an excuse to escape. ]

Toby Ziegler | The West Wing

[literallynooneidonthate]

...NETWORK...

[A very harried and yet morose looking man in his late 40s or early fifties. He's dressed in a completely un-striking brown business suit with a basic forgettable striped tie and his beard and hair are graying. When he speaks, it is with something easily identifiable as an East Coast/New England American accent of the modern/21st century. He carries himself like a man who is tired and hates everything. ]

My name--

[He cuts himself off and purses his lips with aggravation as if biting back his tone. One arm remains folded in front of him as if he had just been crossing his arms. That hand clutches his file. The other holds the phone like he is mad at it.]

I don't even know why I'm even-- [Despite his reservations, he decides he sort of has no choice.]

My name is Toby Ziegler. I work for the Presi--I work for A United States President. Usually that carries some weight towards getting information; I see that's not the case around here, but if anyone has any IDEA what's going ON beyond this scant briefing-- [He waves around his folder of introductory information, voice rising with irritation.] I would appreciate some actual answers!


...HEROPA...

[Toby looks at the offered pumpkin spiced coffee with a long suffering sigh.]

Well, I guess some things are the same in every universe.


...DE CHIMA...

[He is well-practiced with journalists, sort of. Toby really doesn't like doing the Daily Press Briefings. He really hates it. And given that he's just arrived, he has yet to acclimate to this world's political climate. Toby looks up from the article he's reading on the very subject the journalists are asking about and gives them a glare.]

No comment at this time.


...PICK YOUR OWN...

P.S

Heropa

[stylistic_disloyalty]

Unfortunately yes.

[She's got her no-sugar-black-with-a-double-shot and is contemplating the other drink. She can't operate her phone double fisting like this, it's very inconvenient. Luci holds hers out.]

You like this? Or do I walk outside and see who the first taker is for a mysterious drink?

Red Action | OK K.O.

[huetrooper]

Maurtia Falls

[ Truth be told, it's been a while since Red's actually exhibited some heroics of her own volition. She got used to her days of organized crimefighting being behind her. But now that she's a card-carrying hero in a place where that actually means something, she knows she needs to brush up on her do-gooding. And the annoying mushroom lady holding up traffic seems like as good a villain to practice on as any.

She leaps on top of the car The Mushroom Menace is currently looting, and strikes a flashy pose to make her entrance known. Red may say she's not one for theatrics, but really, old habits die hard. ]

Hey lady, buzz off!

[ ...Well, she may still find herself making over the top entrances, but she'd still rather not bother with an introduction before a fight. No reason not to get straight to the point, which is also why she's already charging up one of her arm cannons and aiming it at her fungus foe's head. ]


Nonah

[ Red is always looking for a little Action, so it's no surprise that she decided to check out this supposedly raucous Oktoberfest thing. At least, she assumed it'd be raucous, because there's free beer, but no one really seems blackout drunk. Obviously she wasn't planning on drinking herself, she's underage and needs to keep that criminal record squeaky clean if she wants to fly under the radar here, but she was really looking forward to picking a (verbal) fight with some pitiful drunk guy. Oh well.

But the chance to find some thrills is not lost! There are some targets set up here, evidently for some kind of lame activity. Red doesn't really care about the specifics, because an opportunity to get a bullseye is a challenge, and she won't back down from a challenge. Either that or she's just bored and needs to add some excitement to make the cost of admission worth it. Probably the latter, actually.

She retracts her right hand and fires a quick laser blast out of her arm cannon, vaporizing the board entirely. She blows away the smoke coming off of her cannon, satisfied with a job well done.

What she didn't consider is that maybe a target isn't an open invitation to fire lasers in the middle of a crowded festival, and a bunch of very confused and concerned people are now staring at her. ]

nonah

[isthatyou]

[Fern isn't really sure why he came to this thing--not that he even really knew what it even was when he wandered in--but after perhaps an excessive amount of time staring longingly at the food he can't eat he finds his way over to the archery contest. A bow has never been his choice of weapon, so he wasn't going to try and enter, but at least watching other people do this would probably be less frustrating than jealously watching them eat.

He hasn't been there long when watches a girl straight up vaporize a target.]

Ha. Probably shouldn't've done that, but it was pretty sweet.

[It's okay, he's done his fair share of inappropriate things like that himself.]

Tulip O'Hare | Preacher

[psychophilia]

Heropa

Nope.

[At first, that's the only comment to accompany Tulip pulling her gun and shooting a scarecrow straight between the eyes. Eyes that had been, just a second ago, glowing orange. She didn't know what the hell was up with that, but it wasn't gonna be anything good. Better to just nip it in the bud before there were, like, crazy flesh eating children of the corn shit wandering around town.

She doesn't fire again, but does point the gun at the next scarecrow in the row. Her face is a perfect picture of unimpressed.]

Anyone else wanna pull that shit?


Nonah

[This was more like it. Forget getting mobbed with questions and whatever, this was how to treat a girl. Free drinks and weaponry. Though the people around Tulip are looking a little unsure about her slamming a beer and then picking up the crossbow like it was no thing. At only 5' 3", there is some nearby muttering that she might not be able to hold her drink. Not that they say it to her face- she does have a crossbow and all.

Tulip can be found lining up her shot, or later just accepting the free food and drinks and trying to stave off the boredom.]

Wild card

[Write a scene, Tulip will appear!]

nonah

[crassidy]

[There's no way Cassidy was going to miss out on free beer and sausage. His constant presence around most of the beer tents is tolerated only thanks to his imPort status, but because of it he's practically drip fed local brews whenever he returns to them.

When he's not drinking, he's exploring, drawn back time and time again to that crossbow contest because there's nothing like watching people shoot at things, especially when booze is involved.

And that's when he sees her.

At first he's not sure he trusts his eyes, or the Porter for that matter. Maybe it's just another same face from a different Universe sent to troll the shit out of him. But... there's something about the way she moves, how she's dressed, and that all too confident stance as she aims the crossbow that just makes him sure of it. It can't be anyone else.

He watches with a keen interest and a lazy smirk, casually leaning on a barrier off to the side and waiting for juuuuust as she looks ready to shoot before calling out in an all too familiar Irish lilt;]

Fifty bucks says ya miss.

Tulip O'Hare (AMC Preacher)

[boo_berry]

[Set sometime at the end of S2 and pre Angelville]

[Heropa]
[A simple quest for smokes had sent Tulip into the harvest festival. But as she walked she was fighting off some of Annville's rare good moments, usually these things were linked to the church and that meant missing Jesse and now Cassidy. But those scarecrows meant bad vibes so cue a cigarette being made out of thin air.]

Glowing eyes equals a smoke to the eyes. [Waving the burning cigarette before taking a puff.] Needed that.

----
[Nonah]
Some things never change, like pumpkin everything. [As Tulip gripes her coffee while walking. The lighter she picked up helped her sagging mood along with the drinks. All that was missing was the basically traditional bar fight.]

More like it. [As she slams her coffee and goes back to her hunt for weapons. Her gun survived the trip but she felt more like herself with a few more. Add in a few death glares when people give her the same over the burning cigarette and it feels like normal, well a new normal.]

----
[Wild card]

[Have Tulip will travel!]

Nathan Wallace || Repo! The Genetic Opera

[claimsmedic]

Heropa || Harvest Festival

To be honest? Festivals give him a bad taste. Probably because, since the epidemic that had swept through the population, the modern plague that had caused so many organ failures, the only 'festival' that was held was in Sanitarium Square. A festival of genetic modifications, the latest models of efficient hearts, cornea replacements, lungs and livers and brains that were supposed to make you smarter, quicker on your feet.

This? This is hardly anything as gruesome as that.

He hasn't seen so much... well, where to begin? The greenery? The food? People walking around without any apparent modifications, no scars that even his keen eyes can see? He thinks he even sees one both that has games, like tossing a ball to knock over a tower of glass bottles.

"Excuse me," He'll approach someone, adjusting his glasses and pulling slightly at the wrists of his sweater.
"I'm a bit turned around- just what is this festival celebrating?"


Maurtia Falls || Night Surgeon CW: GORE

It isn't long until Nathan takes to the streets in his gear, the urge and compulsion driving him out into the night air of the northern city. He keeps the lights in his helmet off, carefully walking rooftops and through back alleys, stalking his prey.

Perhaps one might be unfortunate enough to stumble upon him in his work, carving up some middle-aged man, pulling his heart from his rib cage.

Or perhaps, if you're particularly unlucky, you might just be targeted yourself...


Wildcard

[ Nothing tickling your fancy? Hit me up with a prompt or PM me at peachkoala ]

Maurita Falls (this is me, ignoring my hiatus a moment)

[robberofgraves]

Ah, now that was a sight he hadn't expected to see here. A streak of black and that rounded head. The familiar sights of the Repo on the prowl. Yet this night wasn't one that should greet the repo. This place didn't need it.

For whom does the Repo Reap for now?

Or was he unhinged?

How curious.

Slipping through shadows, the Graverobber moves to follow, catching sight of the Repo taking down his target. A heart ripped from ribs. He tutted, giving a hum, loud enough to be heard, but keeping his distance, crouched on the lid of a garbage dumpster.

"And here I thought this place was ride of your lot."

Johanna Mason | The Hunger Games

[broadaxes]

01.The city of Heropa
[Johanna is so over all of this cheer. When offered a free drink, however, she takes it. She wanders about the town, reminded of her own home. The scarecrows freak her out a bit, she's never seen one before. Where she comes from, they grow trees. Grow them, chop them down, make them into furniture or paper, then grow some more. All their food came from neighboring districts.

As the sun goes down, she takes a seat on a bale of hay near the scarecrows and jokingly strikes up a conversation with one.] Come here often, big guy?

[Then the moon starts to rise and Johanna actually smiles at the yellowy-orange glow. She glances back at one of the scarecrows and sees--] Oh hell no!

04. Nonah, North Carolina

[Johanna digs any festival with free booze. She has more than her own share of alcohol and walks around, tipsy, wondering where the day will take her. Day drinking is more of Haymitch's thing, she doesn't have to worry about the Games here.

Even though she's inebriated, Johanna takes a crossbow from one of the people as they're finishing up.] Lemme see this. [Crossbows weren't her thing, throwing axes were. But she still had good aim. She manages to make it close to the bullseye.

Then she fires off another arrow by accident, landing in the buttocks of one of the other people nearby. Johanna drops the crossbow and runs over.] Shit, I'm sorry. Don't move. Shit.

04

[shiawasenara]

YEEEEOOOW!

[Don't move?! Easy for HER to say!!! Majima jumps as he gets shot right in the butt cheek by a crossbow bolt, and thankfully for everyone else he drops his own crossbow, and then it also fires a bolt which hits the leg of one of the targets' stands, then bouncing off and sticking into Majima's shin, getting another yelp of pain.]

Sweet son of a- Didn't think I could feel pain when I was this sloshed. What the hell?

[He looks to Johanna accusingly, as if he has not also shot a couple of people already.]

I ain't gonna be able to sit for a week! You gonna do something about this?!

Peter Parker | MCU

[spideysenses]

parker: heropa

[Booths upon booths upon booths of a festive nature and Peter, clad in a baggy hoodie and jeans, is making the rounds. It feels weird to be on his own, not that he had anyone to chill with at this kinda thing besides Ned - but, y'know, would be a lot more fun with company. He misses his best friend and even pumpkin spice lattes can't make that better.

The sun's starting to set and the pungent smell of impending Halloween only seems to grow bolder, making Peter rub at his nose as he walks along - feeling a prickling sensation along the back of his neck. Nothing too severe, but a general unease that drags his sneakers to a halt on the pavement as he looks over at some standing scarecrows and squints.]

Uh. Is anyone seeing what I'm seeing?

spider-man: oktoberfest

[Decked out in the suit but taking a breather, there's only so long Peter can sit on the edge of a building glancing down at an array of stalls full of freebies without giving into the hunger pains. The literal pains of hunger since there has been a serious lack of free churros in his life and he needs something to fill that void. So with a skitter and a hop, he swoops on down into the midst of people while feeling only somewhat out of dress code.

He's admiring some free pastry samples when a woman hands out pints of beer, offering him one after he's stuffed his face full of strudel and unable to protest. Holding the cup between his two sticky hands, he looks down at it as a bit of foam runs down the side.]

Uh, er- I don't, I can't? I'm not supposed...

[To drink this. His protests of being underage sort of feel like something he shouldn't be declaring as Spider-Man, and so with a dart of his tongue over his lip he closes his mouth. But he can't stay quiet, nor can he really move from the spot, rooted to it until he decides what to do about this whole beer situation.]

I mean I could of course, I just... Yeah, no. I can't. I really can't?

network | text id: theamznspidrman

So like
is there a character limit
jeez, why did I think there was a character limit?
There isn't, is there. shoot.
time to rethink the whole handle thing

d'you think I could put emoji in mine? 🕷🕷

un: sophie

[ficcion]

What is an emoji?

[ She's from the early nineties, have some patience. ]

Goro Majima | Yakuza

[shiawasenara]

I. De Chima
[You absolute fools. Buffoons, morons, and madmen! Cameras and Majima get along like two chemicals of unknown origin. Who knows what you'll get but it'll probably be dangerous!

As soon as a question is asked, Majima reaches out with his free hand(his baseball bat is in the other, he's gotta be prepared) and snatches the microphone from the reporter, grinning into the camera.]

Hey there, America! It's Gorogorogoro-chan! Ya wanna see what my unmentionables are like, eh? Maybe you should try- eh? Whuzzat?

Mars? Who gives a crap about Mars? The hell do I look like? A goddamn astronaut? [He waves the reporter off then. He has no idea what she's talking about and it seems like something that is none of his damn business.]

Anyway, I'm single and ready to mingle! And I'll give ya a hint on the undergarments- I'm an animal in bed, gyah-ha-haaa!

[Also he's wearing an open snakeskin jacket with no shirt underneath and leather pants so like. Use your imagination. Or don't. Maybe don't.]

II. Good Old Maurtia Falls

[There is a mushroom lady out here using spores to put people into some kinda catatonic state and robbing them blind. Majima can dig it. You gotta make your living. She's totally gonna get caught though, it's kinda sad.

If she gets away he might think about recruiting her for his new crew. A shame Nishida isn't here to do his heavy lifting but you know he could probably trick her into it. But she needs to be tested first, so he's gonna go find some imPort that looks like they care about this stuff and go tap on their shoulder.]

Hey hey! Don't know if you know about this, but there's some girl dressed as a mushroom? She's spreadin' some spores here n' there, seems to be muggin' people or somethin'. I dunno if I can chase 'er down on my own, wanna team up, buddy?

[C'mon, sucker. Let's hunt down some crazy shroom girl.]

III. Nonah

[He's smashed.

No one should be surprised, it's Oktoberfest. They SHOULD maybe be a little bit worried that Majima was now in the archery contest. A one-eyed, drunken man with a crossbow wasn't great normally, but when it was Majima, it was a disaster. He's already shot a couple of natives in arms and legs, and now they were just trying to get him to drop the damn weapon.]

No, no, no! I can do this, I can win!

[He's obviously belligerent, and the natives who are attempting to get his crossbow away aren't doing a good job of it. He's mostly just laughing and shoving them off, then shooting another arrow. Hey! That one was a bull's eye! On the target, even!]

Ha-HA! SHOWED YOU!

1 I don't have icons and my brain is goo, but let's fucking yolo this

[dadkuza]

[ Kiryuu knew this place was too good to be true; a different world where you were given super powers and your past didn't really matter. It was a nice thought on the surface, and he might have allowed himself to go with it if he hadn't heard the familiar, manly yet shrill voice talking about things his imagination would have rather not been exposed to. He fought against a sigh, pressing a hand to his forehead and trying to shake away the mental images; thanks, Majima. Thanks. ]

[ He really should get out of there while the other yakuza was distracted. He was certain if he announced his presence, Majima would use it as an excuse to drag him into a fight that he wasn't interested in doing. Yet if he ditched, and Majima found out about it later... oh, that would be so much worse. So, so much worse. ]

[ Kiryuu let out a sigh, his broad shoulders slumping, before he turned toward this madness. May as well get it over with... ]

I don't think anyone needed to know that, Majima-san.

Simon Templar || The Saint (2017)

[conning]

Heropa

[ Simon Templar, American citizen, employee of the US Department of Defense.

It sounds as bad as it feels.

Technically he's none of those things, yet. Technically he's still a free entity, deciding his fate in a new world. When he puts it that way there's a certain romance to it that makes the situation tolerable. But only put that way, and only when the truth stays unexamined. Simon Templar, thief turned government stooge. Just for now, he tells himself. Just until he's gotten his legs under him and his contacts in order in this place.

This entire little fair is a painful reminder of just how trapped he is. Small town America. God help him. He would kill to hop a plane to Istanbul or Bucharest or Hong Kong.

Someone glances at his wrist in the fading light, and Simon covers it quickly with one hand. Stolen, branded, enticed to serve. ] Yes, most definitely sounds like America.

De Chima

[ He'd gone for an evening stroll to clear his head, or try to. Gone for an evening stroll and completely forgot the glimmer of the tattoo on his wrist. Before he knows it, he's surrounded, people pushing in close in a human barrier that cuts off all hope of escape.

Someone's bare arm touches his hand, and he's hit by a sudden wave of giddiness and anxiety, the feelings so foreign, so unequivocally not his that he stumbles and catches himself on a lamppost.

He'd taken the nonsense about powers in stride, as much as he's taken any of this that way. Yes, of course, contact empathy, whatever you say, now where am I meant to be staying?

The invasion of someone else's feelings is enough to make him feel sick. It's his mind. It's his mind. There shouldn't be anything in there that he doesn't invite. He hangs on to the lamppost until he can orient himself, twitching away from anyone who could possibly come into contact with some fraction of bare skin.

They're packed so close now, shouting questions, that it doesn't do him much good. In moments he's drowning in a half-dozen variations of excitement, eagerness, determination. All he can do is grip the lamppost like a lifeline and try to sort his own thoughts from the deluge of emotions in his head. ]

Network

[ Simon studies the screen of his device, a handsome man in his mid-thirties with the kind of face that's usually smiling, defensively if for no other reason.

At the moment, he's looking a little (a lot) tired. In a British accent as posh as they come: ]

Can anyone recommend me a decent cocktail lounge in Heropa? [ A pause. ] Honestly I would take a bar that makes a passable Bloody Mary at the moment.

De Chima

[recommendations]

[ Momo is on patrol as part of her training with the Justice League. Deku and Blue Beetle are somewhere nearby, but when she sees a man looking distressed, surrounded by overly eager natives, she feels compelled to act. ]

Please, stand aside! Give him some room!

[ When the throng of admirers sees a newcomer in an obvious hero getup approaching, their attention turns to her. ]

I will answer your questions after I assess this man's situation. Now please, stand aside!

[ Thankfully, the crowd acquiesces, parting to allow Momo to rush to the man's side. ]

Are you alright, sir? Do you need medical attention?

Anakin Skywalker | Star Wars

[prophesiedone]

01.

[Experience has taught him not to trust anything that looks as off as those scarecrows. The glowing eyes are downright unsettling and he watches them, silently daring them to make the first move. He has a nice, large mug of cider; he can wait all night.]

Don't play innocent with me. [The fingers of his mechno-arm flex, ready to call his lightsaber into his hand.] I'll see what you're made of if you budge an inch.

[Someone has to protect the cities from ravaging scarecrows, right? Why not a villain? Though Anakin still chafes at the distinction. Who gets to decide if he's a hero or a villain? It all seems extremely biased to him.]

03.

[He has grown rather fond of the cars and it's a shame to see them frozen in place. Anakin hops from hood to hood, searching for the source of this oddity. She isn't hard to spot - she is the only one moving (besides him) - and he snorts, stretching out his hand to hurl a bench into her path. The metal hits the wall of a building with such force that she is surely frozen in her tracks too.]

Give back whatever you stole and I might let you keep your hands.

04.

[A contest! How can he miss out on any opportunity that offers true competition? Though Anakin has never wielded a crossbow in his life, he only needs to practice with the weapon a few times before he feels reasonably proficient. Damn Force users.]

There isn't any reason for you to be competing. You're just wasting your time.

[He gives the other contestants a charming smile - an expression that doesn't touch his eyes - as he loads up his crossbow.]

Why do they call them bull's eyes anyway?

4

[faithfulson]

[ There isn't a word strong enough for the sheer joy Luke feels at seeing his father again. That doesn't mean he can't roll his eyes in exasperation at how much of a... a... nerd he's being over this competition. It's not long before he decides to take up a crossbow himself, if only to spare some of the other competitors, firing a test shot and hitting dead center without even thinking about it. ]

[ Unlike someone, he was using a blaster rifle to pick off womp rats long before he ever learned how to use a lightsaber. ]

How about loser looks it up?

[ He shot his father a challenging look, a hard to miss excited gleam in his eyes. ]

Liara T'Soni | Mass Effect

[brokering]

Heropa

[ She needed to get used to how steady the ground was beneath her feet. Earth was much different then she had believed. She was in awe of the colorful decorations, the sweet aroma of pastries wafting through the air -- it was such a jarring effect from the war torn wasteland she had come from. ]

Oh -- I. Thank you. That is very kind.

[ She is removed from her thoughts, accepting the drink with as much grace she can muster without being too suspicious. Perhaps being Shadow Broker was making her too paranoid for her own good. Things seemed peaceful here, children running around, the native population didn't seem to be so shocked to see her -- maybe she could relax. ]

What is this? [ She finally asks, taking a cautionary sip. ]

De Chima

Mars?

[ Wasn't that where they found the Prothean beacon? She couldn't help but over hear the questions being asked by other imPorts walking by. Liara needs more information to truly understand exactly what was happening? It wasn't as simple as sending a quick message to Feron, or gleaning information with her omnitool -- this was going to make things difficult for her.

She sits back and watches, trying her best not to draw attention to herself. Despite being blue and alien, she was doing her best to simply listen. ]

Wildcard

[ Find her anywhere! I am game. ]

De Chima

[theverylast]

These humans are very primitive with their travel. [It's a judgmental tone, disapproving and unamused. He hasn't been amused since being awoken from his slumber--and even less so since arriving here.

What have humans done, finding a way to draw out alternate realities and universes. Still, it seems this world was lucky, not yet touched by the chaos Reapers left in their wake. Perhaps they were lucky enough to avoid their existence entirely.]

Am I to guess you have theories, Asari? [Dr. T'Soni, he finds himself correcting internally.]

Clarice Starling | The Silence of the Lambs

[cornercheck]

@de chima

[The flashing bulbs and harping voices hounding her for an interview feel almost as invasive as the media circus around Lecter and Buffalo Bill; she ducks her head in the same way, lifting a palm to interrupt the next shot as she continues walking along the sidewalk with a polite declination to comment. It gets sterner when they persist, and she turns into a corner cafe to get coffee and hide away.

Expression hard and unreadable, it's noteworthy to notice her knuckles are white where they clutch into the coat she holds under her arm as she waits in line. Tension sits in her shoulders and her eyes skirt around the room, looking at a series of anomalies she has yet to master. Credit cards tap to devices, flat screens replace chalkboard menus and the ding-ding-ding of notifications crawls into her ears like hatchling moths.

It takes two tries to get her attention when it's her turn to order.]

Oh, I'm sorry. Black coffee, large. Got lost in my head there for a moment.

@network un: starling

What would you consider the validity of the tagged entries on this network's database to be? They date back for years, and not all of the information seems cohesive. And as I believe I understand it, with the "multiverse" in effect, reading old accounts as they're listed could be as useful as it could be pointless. Is there a way to cross reference for keywords? Names, in particular.

I'm still learning the software.

network!

[slightlyoffchilt]

Honestly no one ever makes this inquiry.

padmé amidala | star wars

[senateur]

» Heropa

[ Festivals and other local celebrations have always been real treats for Padmé, such events so radically different from her days in the Senate that she can't help but savor them. Heropa's street fair is no different, the locals' smiles bringing out her own at every turn. The people are wonderful, especially the shop owners who keep insisting she needn't pay for her drink — which of course just results in her purchasing whatever else they're selling.

The scarecrow class is of particular interest, she's always enjoyed doing things with her hands, and she gives the craft a try with the assistance of a few local children. Their creation is not quite as planned, but she still greatly enjoys the experience. Later in the evening, she finds herself standing in front of the more solidly constructed scarecrows with a cup of what seems similar to a sweetened caf, studying the figures propped up on display. ]

These are much better than what I made earlier, but— Is there something strange about their eyes?

» De Chima

[ Being in the spotlight is absolutely nothing new for Padmé, nor is having questions lobbed at her by ferocious journalists determined to get a clip for their holostories. She simply pulls from her years of experience in politics and puts on a schooled expression somewhere between compassionate and composed. ]

I apologize that I am not well-versed in the recent mission and cannot answer your questions. I assure you, though, that I will look into the matter immediately. Now if you'll excuse me...

[ Unfortunately, even as she tries to move past the journalists and their recorders, they stay in step with her, some more persistently than others. Uncomfortably so, in fact. ]

Please, I really do have work to see to—

hi grandma, remember me, your trashfire grandson? no?? (I am so sorry)

[photophobic]

[ Kylo stops short on the opposite side of the street, his already unimportant errand utterly forgotten in an instant as he feels her presence before turning his head to catch sight of her face.
Padmé..
His stomach lurches, twisting with an emotion he barely knows how to recognise let alone name– but he does know one thing. It belongs to his unlikely connection with the grandmother he had never known, the one he thought he had lost forever when she disappeared back to her inevitable death.

He pays no mind to the blaring horns and screeching brakes as he steps out into the road, flicking vehicles aside or temporarily freezing them in place as he walks a straight, determined line through all obstacles. By the time he reaches her, most of the crowd have scattered. The rest give them a wide berth. ]

Padmé.

[ His expression is taut, and as a tall, broad man who moves with an unnerving, directionless menace, he certainly could be seen as intimidating. But there's no real threat in his voice.

His brow is furrowed, though, his dark eyes searching her face. Something is wrong. He feels it. ]

All Might | My Hero Academia

[toshinorinori]

01. Heropa

[ The ridiculously tall, almost skeletal Toshinori is enjoying dressing up a scarecrow. He seems to be dressing it up like a superhero in red, white and blue with a cape -- but he's struggling a bit with some injuries he sustained just before being imported. One arm is in a sling, and he's struggling to attach the cape to the back of the scarecrow one-handed. He's not deterred, though. He mutters to himself -- ]

This is no challenge for me -- plus ultra!

03. Maurtia Falls

[ People are in trouble. He's retired, he reminds himself. He's retired, he's no longer All Might. But then again, his file still listed One For All -- and as alarming as that was, it seems that it messed with his quirk, even giving him a new one.

If he can resolve this quickly, maybe it wouldn't be an issue -- five minutes, he has five minutes.

The tall, skinny man suddenly transforms in a way that could be described as a burst of muscles. The fabric of his clothing stretches to fit and he leaps forward, towards the scene - if you're there as
someone passing by or perhaps a fellow superhero, he turns to you and gives you a thumbs up. ]

Don't worry! I am here!

04. Nonah

[ Toshinori came out of curiosity but soon regretted it -- passing on the locals offering him beverages ] No, I don't drink -- [ He gratefully comes across the crossbow contest. He's not participating, but it's something he can do that doesn't involve eating or drinking.

If you're in the contest, he's going to cheer you on from the sidelines.]

MF

[recommendations]

[ When the Justice League had gotten word of a metahuman attack in Maurtia Falls, they'd mobilized right away. Creati is on the scene, trying to stay out of direct confrontation with the villain, but rescuing the enthralled bystanders and bringing them to medical attention outside of the affected area. ]

All Might! [ Her voice is muffled by the gas mask she wears-- she quickly creates one for her teacher to put on as well. ] Here, use this. Her spores are airborne.

It's good to see you here!

jason mendoza | the good place

[pre_successful]

Heropa

So like... what kind of festival is this? [ Sorry, it might've been explained a few minutes ago and there are literally signs and Autumn related things everywhere, but Jason wasn't paying attention. Speaking of which, he's already distracted by the scarecrow building... or rather an aspect of it: ]

Oh hey, pumpkins! [ Grabbing two medium sized ones, Jason absolutely does shove them up his shirt.

Like boobs. Get it? ]

[ He hasn't even noticed weird creepy looking scarecrow eyes yet, nope. ]

De Chima

[ Jason Mendoza wasn't good at a lot of things. He wanted to be a DJ, but that kind of didn't work out and maaaaybe blowing up that boat wasn't the best idea (but it was worth it okay). Fame and notoriety came from being bad and bad at things but any attention was good attention and these people recognize him! He's a celebrity now!

But now people are crowding him and asking him all sorts of questions. Out of which he picks up on one thing. ]

Whoa, we went to Mars? Did we see anything up there, like alien life? I hope we found a Transformer... I still want to ride Optimus Prime...

[ He trails off, lost in thoughts of the giant robot and being his left nipple. Yep. ]

What was the question again?

Network

[ the feed opens to a twenty something man in a tan tunic grinning at the camera ]

So is this like vine? So wait, let me show you what I can do!

[ he's suddenly wearing a Jacksonville Jaguars jersey and hat. after him making several rock on hand gestures the feed goes off. ]

network

[crassidy]

[Like all the best vines, a few seconds is all that's needed for Cassidy to know this shit is entertaining.

In response, there's a broadly grinning tattooed Irish dude with a joint dangling from the corner of his lips.]

Look at you! I think you've got what it takes, mate. A right bloody entertainer, I can tell.