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The Eye of the October
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!
OOC NOTE: This Test Drive Meme is forward-dated ICly to OCTOBER 31st.
ADDITIONALLY, PLEASE NOTE! There will be NO APPS in December.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.
Welcome to Heropa's first annual Spooktacular Halloween Beauty Pageant! 'Beauty' may be misleading, however, because all the weird and wonderful and horrible are welcome here. Entry is free as long as you come with a costume, and there are all sorts of prizes to be won - though it's clear pretty quickly that this is more of a way of introducing the public to a huge variety of make-up, fashion and costume companies than it is for any real prize.
But hey, who cares? Dress up, win a patented Hovering Broomstick (not for children under 12, some terms and conditions apply) and vote for your favorite costumes. Who knows - you might meet some new people under all those creepy masks.
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.
Halloween has gotten off to not a great start, in De Chima, because someone's amazing decoration idea has gone terribly awry.
A 20-foot animatronic robot of the Headless Horseman has gone haywire, and is running rampant through the streets, terrifying the Natives. Though it doesn't seem to be hurting anyone intentionally (if it could be say to be doing anything intentionally), it is still causing massive property damage and has run over a few people's legs when they tripped in front of it.
Hurry, imPorts. Someone's got to reign in this headless menace!
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.
Halloween is a tense time in Maurtia Falls, especially since this year a number of street gangs have promised to bring mayhem to this... well, not-particularly-fair city. The police are out in force, on every street corner, and they don't look very happy about it. They're more likely to give you the stink eye or rough you up than any gangs might.
Or so you might think.
Later in the night, a bunch of people dressed as skeletons descend on the city, hooting and hollering. Their goal? Chaos.
And maybe a little looting.
They aren't powered, however, so be careful when trying to clean up the streets, imPorts. You may invite more of a mess than has already started.
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.
Tonight there is an extra electric spark in the air, because this is the night of The Great Pumpkin Hunt.
What is the hunt, you ask? Well, it depends on your age range. For the youth, or young at heart that want a nice peaceful night, there are clues scattered around the town that direct you to finding hidden pieces of candy and other little treats in different stores and city parks- yes, if you go in the store, the owners will still try to sell you Halloween-related items no matter what their wares are (pumpkin scented shampoo at the salon, anyone?). Have fun solving puzzles alone or as a team, but keep in mind it's first come first serve. If you see someone else about to take your prize, there may be some tricks needed to get it for yourself.
For the eighteen plus crowd (or those willing to get an adult to forge a guardian signature for them) there's Great Pumpkin Paintball hunting. Pumpkins with bulls eyes carved on them have been scattered all over the city, sitting on everything from fire escapes to grave stones to hidden in trees or under cars. Basically everywhere except inside buildings. You are randomly assigned to one of three color teams: red, blue, and yellow. Whichever team has the most paint marks on the most pumpkins will win access to the final boss fight against the Great Pumpkin. Shooting each other won't give your teams more points, but it sure feels good.
The final battle is against a 200 pound pumpkin that, thanks to the miracle of science, serves as the torso of a 12 foot tall robot. The metal arms and legs aren't designed to hurt humans, but it does stop around the pumpkin patch the battle takes place in, trying to avoid its pursuers and making a big, slipper mess in the meantime. It's 'hands' are also two paintball guns. If the pumpkin shoots you, you're out. But if your team manages to totally coat the giant pumpkin torso in paint the survivors all win your weight in candy.
05. Whatever city you were trying to end up in today, some of you happened to end up in Jeopardy, Nevada. Jeopardy, by all rights, shouldn't exist. A glowing neon city smack in the middle of the desert, the only reason it's still here is that the central nuclear power plant has tapped half a mile down into a subterranean lake for its water supply. So though the desert around it may be barren, the occupants of this small city are happily self sufficient. Those weird figures you see out of the corner of your eyes? Don't worry too much. Probably just weird radiation after effects. Jeopardy has a lot of those.
The Church of the Ancient Web Mistress is hosting its annual Halloween festival, and everyone is invited! The giant spider statue outside the gothic-style cathedral has been decorated with festive orange lights, and surrounded with nearly a hundred pumpkins carved with spider emblems into them. The Brothers and Sisters of the church happily hand out flyers to invite you to a number of spooky and community building activities! Enjoy the haunted house, barrel dunking for apples, pumpkin smashing and many more adorable activities. Like board games? So do they! Just be polite and don't give them weird looks for praising their Ancient Giant Spider God when they beat you at monopoly.
Sure, you didn't mean to come here, and you have no idea where here is, but isn't it nice that the Porter brought you for the festivities?
Janet | The Good Place
[ Janet is not participating in the beauty pageant / costume contest / walking advertisements, but she sure is fascinated by it. She wanders idly through the participants (and otherwise!), her mouth a little bit agape as she goes. People! Costumes! Janet may have all the information on (her) Earth about Halloween, but actually experiencing it is totally different.
She keeps turning to random people (including you!) whether they're costumed or not. Her movements are kind of stiff and weird and almost robotic, but she looks like a person?? Kind of. Mostly. ]
Hi! I'm Janet.
[ A cheery smile. ]
Are you missing something for your costume? Because I can help with that.
WILDCARD
[J anet can be found wandering around basically of the Porter cities, alternately staring at things and asking weird questions of people.
And eventually, she'll end up sitting on a bench somewhere, frowning a little, surrounded by a pile of small, potted cacti. Something is terribly wrong with her summoning ability, it seems. ]
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Oh, I wouldn't call this an actual costume. Just taking part in the festive mood, I guess.
[He smiles. Of course, there is a Superman costume under his clothes, but revealing that would be against the point of having it at all.]
But thanks. I'm Clark.
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wildcard the user name is so perfect
She had once prided herself on not needing anyone and not being part of a team but now she wanted nothing more than to see the others here.
She picked up a few cacti to make room to sit by Janet carefully, setting the pots aside.]
Hey girl, I was wondering when you would get here.
THANK YOU :D
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heropa.
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cecelia ardenbury, a goddang dnd oc, come at me u frix
[hmm. this...beverage...isn't really made with cinnamon, is it? if it is, then yikes. poor what-passes-for-cinnamon-here; everyone is missing out and that's a shame. Cecelia sincerely hopes that she doesn't have to carry the burden of good taste here on all fronts and go without in every facet...
gods, but buildings sure are ugly around here. now outside of the cafe, the half-elf squints as she sucks loudly on the last of her seasonal beverage -- a freebie! simply for being both new and cute! -- and slowly scans the length of shops laid out in front of her. hmmmmmmmh.]
Gih-! Ptuh! Wh--?!
[lost in thought, she's caught off-guard by a small swarm of teens, very excited to get a selfie with an elf (an elfie???). this is the exact opposite of what Cecelia wants, however, because this is far too much unsolicited attention despite the fact that yes, she's sure she's terribly fascinating thank you PLEAAAAAASE DON'T TOUCH ME WHERE ARE YOUR MANNERS--
it doesn't take her long to get flustered and whip out her wand, casting a spell to make her hasty retreat: soon the teens are taking pics with a puff of mist, and Cecelia, she--
well.
she apparates directly into your path.
this is ADVANCED crash-into-hello]
EEP-!!
DE CHIMA.
Ew...!
[Cecelia's face scrunches up with disgust at the sight of the beastly, clunking hulk of metal hobbling down the street, wincing at the horrid noises that a car makes crushed underfoot (hoof?? underhoof).
it's so ugly and stupid-looking oh my gods.
...wait. isn't this place supposed to be, like, loaded with heroic-types? is that not what people were gushing about down in Heropa? newcomers? heroes? the sort? where are the proper gallant heroes, weapons brandished, capes and hair flowing, teeth glistening?
she grimaces and scoots out of the way of a small throng of panicked civilians trying to get out of its way while searching around for some sign of proper heroes...and then huffs.]
This is stupid. FINE. I'LL do it, then! Move. Jus--! [she hops out of the way of another runner and tosses her hair with another indignant huff.
right, then. footing secured, wand out. Cecelia swishes it over her head and gives it a twirl, a flurry of colorful sparks igniting at the tip before she points it at the incoming machine.
from on high, a singular dark cloud appears, and from it, a bright and violent bolt of lighting streaks forth directly onto the the horseman. it's quite a dramatic display as it rapidly heats the metal and fries all the mechanisms inside...to the point where a good portion of the horse just straight-up combusts. metal flies in all directions -- into windows, brick, cars...and then the cloud disappears, and slowly...the remains of the machine groan and collapse in on itself, smoking and hissing, occasionally sparking.]
There. [Cecelia smooths out stray hair in her face and plants her hands on her hips.] That wasn't terrible, was it? Gods, you'd think if this place was used to years of this tomfoolery, there'd be more of a contingencYEEEEEEEEEP! [INCOMING SHRAPNEL; DUCK.]
NETWORK.
I would like to pose a question and offer a suggestion here on this bulletin board of sorts. Thank you in advance for your time.
Will someone PLEASE explain to me WHY, if this mass-scale kidnapping situation here has been an ONGOING situation for YEARS...WHY there's been no code of conduct enacted to aid the acclimation of those abducted?
Naturally, I understand that I could never speak for EVERY man, beast, or talking tree what may appear at a given time, but I'm rather confident in my assumption that MOST would prefer NOT to be accosted by DOZENS upon DOZENS of gawkers, busybodies, and overly entitled folks who find it just so CHARMING and QUAINT to make your acquaintance!
I'm not suggesting SEVERE punishments for these assaults, of course; most of these simple folk seem to think their breathing upon my face as no real harm at all and, perhaps, cannot interpret nuanced gestures like frowns, heads shaking no, or ACTIVELY TRYING TO GET AWAY as a sign to cease their behavior.
I'm just saying that some EDUCATION may perhaps be in order for those blessed to have been born here, privileged with this seemingly unstoppable torrent of unwilling trespassers.
This cannot be an impossible demand; I'm told schooling is MANDATORY for all children! What in the heavens is being taught in school that is more important than PROPRIETY and PERSONAL SPACE?
HEROPA
At least she looks kind of exhilarated. ]
-- I think that's the first time anyone has actually bumped into me.
[ She just kind of sits for a moment. Clearly enjoying her first experience of falling directly on her ass. ]
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NETWORK you asked for this
i did
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Clark Kent | Superman: Secret Identity
[Okay, so. This definitely isn't where he expected to be today, but Clark can handle it. Sudden trans-dimensional travel is...okay, it actually is the weirdest thing that's happened to him. But not by much.
He takes some time to explore--on foot at first, because while he's capable of being inconspicuous in the sky, he doesn't know what kind of technology might track him here. Even if the government does seem to know all about him already, which is incredibly unnerving. But all his plans go awry when the robo-horseman charges down the pavement. He can't ignore this; he'll have to use his powers.]
You--get the bystanders to safety!
[Surely punching it will work?]
ii. jeopardy
[Clark likes Halloween. He's got no costume, of course, since finding one wasn't on his list of priorities after getting here, but he doesn't mind taking part in the festivities, especially when they're really rolling out the welcome mat.
He pauses outside the rather impressive-looking cathedral, caught off-guard by carved spider shaped in the jack o'lanterns. It's not that either are rare around this holiday, but...that's a lot of spiders.]
Is it just me or is that incredibly creepy? I guess that's what they're going for.
iii. wild card
[I'm bad at prompts but Clark is all about EXPLORING as he gets a handle on things please come EXPLORE with him in the form of whatever shenanigans you so choose]
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[a small ooc note; while this Clark might superficially resemble the DC Comics main universe Clark, they are definitely not identical!]
jeopardy
He's exploring and cataloguing the city when he spots and overhears the man outside the cathedral and floats up to him. ]
I admit, sir, I'm finding it very creepy.
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Sandman | The Spectacular Spider-Man | i'm not apping him i just needed to do this ok
[ Flint Marko is not happy being sent to a different world, and he already misses the east coast city air, but maybe -- maybe a desert ain't that bad an idea. Travel in any direction and he's sure to find enough sand to make him king of this town.
Still, this place is weird. He walks through the Halloween festival, feeling a bit unnerved, and when he reaches the giant spider statue he can't keep it in anymore. ]
Aw, c'mon! Spiders? Why's it always gotta be spiders! Give it a rest!
michael langdon | american horror story
maurtia falls. I'm sorry.
[ Was this woman here a moment ago? She definitely wasn't there a moment ago, in fact, and she might just have popped into existence with a faint ding. If she cares about Michael smashing stuff up and causing havoc, it's not apparent on her face. On the contrary, she seems kind of excited. ]
You look like you've run out of spray paint for vandalizing that building. Would you like some help with that?
I LOVE IT
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maurtia falls
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MAURTIA FALLS.
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Ezra Bridger | Star Wars
[While he has no idea what this holiday is, he thinks he's gotten the basic gist of it.
That said, please pay no attention to the stormtrooper who is honestly too short to be a stormtrooper. Said stormtrooper is definitely not part of the Halloween festivities and is just an ordinary stormtrooper who has nothing to do with this. If someone does get a little close, Ezra just gives a wave of his hand- the stormtrooper kind of wave, not the Jedi kind- and says,]
Move along.
[When he thinks no one's around, he takes off the helmet and examines it]
How did they make this cheaper than the real thing? I guess it's still another one for the collection...
II. NONAH
[He's like basically 18. Also his parents are dead and his adoptive dad turned into a giant wolf. So it's fiiiiiiiine that he's doing the paintball thing. He's fought in actual wars with actual blasters, okay?
Ezra's a decent shot, but his true skills don't show until someone takes aim at him from behind. He dodges without fully registering what's happened, and as soon as he does, he quickly turns and fires a shot at his attacker. Except... when he sees the paint he's dodged, it's not the same color as the team of the person he's shot at.]
... Sorry. That was- for someone else?
III. WILDCARD
[oooOOOOOoOooooooo it's the scariest thing imaginable: me running out of ideas for prompts]
II
[Cecelia is frozen in place upon impact, a bright, blatant spatter of paint slowly oozing on her skirt. her fingers slowly, slowly tighten their grip on the book hugged to her chest as seconds tick by -- seconds that the target Ezra wanted can use her as cover to book it.
her eyelid twitches.
she's a redhead, not a pumpkin, first of all.
second of all, what does she know about that? she's just trying to live without getting assaulted!]
Did...you just...?
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maybe heropa i'm not even sure it matters where this is
it's heropa so this reunion can be in a stormtrooper costume
naturally
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Rodimus | Transformers (IDW)
[ Rodimus entered the contest with the intention of surprising the judges. When he said something to that effect while registering, he was brushed off as being an eccentric dude who was going to bring out a boombox or something. After all, he was dressed up like a bad boy version of Marty McFly crossed with a Breakfast Club reject. They noted his costume as "80's guy" and left it at that. He was wearing some pretty pricey designer duds, ridiculous as his whole ensemble came across, so that certainly made him a welcome participant.
The thing is, Rodimus didn't personally think of his costume as an "80's guy" getup. That's just his style! The actual costume, in his mind, was the human form in general... Even though it's actually his default state here. Still, he thought the joke was too good to pass up, and it would surprise all the humans in the audience. Rodimus would never turn down a chance to be the center of (positive) attention.
So he walks on stage during the pageant, lets everyone get a good look at him, and... Transforms into a 12 foot tall robot. And then transforms once more into a car.
And he honks.
That's your signal to applaud, people of Heropa. ]
II. NONAH
[ The night is young, the paintball teams have been assigned, and Rodimus has not given a leadership speech in months.
His moment has come.
He stands in front of the crowd of his fellow team members, who are talking amongst themselves as they wait for the hunt to start. Rodimus clear his throat. ]
My fellow members of the red team.
[ Most of them are listening, but only because they're wondering who the hell this bozo is and why he's addressing them. ]
Tonight, we will play paintball. We will be searching town for bullseyes to hit with splatters of red, the undisputed best color, period. But others will stand in our way. The city will be painted with lesser colors. You might even be caught in the crossfire, left with paint dripping down your your face. But in the face of any challenge, it is important to persevere, and prove your worth to anyone who may doubt you. Together, we can make the biggest, most vibrant mark on Nonah tonight!
'Til all are one!
[ He raises his fist in the air, as if he accomplished something.
No one applauds. ]
heropa screams gently
unlike the rest of the crowd, when riptide is done spraying his drink of carbonated sugar water all over the ground, he shouts out rodimus's name. in a slightly horrified, definitely surprised and certainly excited shriek:] RODIMUS?!
[hey, turns out humans can yell pretty loudly. who knew.]
:^)
wheezes more!! who dis!!
a stranger hello
thinking emoji.... well still OPENS MY ARMS
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Heropa
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Fool | yet another tabletop oc (D&D)
[ If there is anything Fool likes more than being offered free drinks, it's attention. So when he hears the words "Halloween beauty pageant", he's knocking back his drink shockingly quickly and setting to work with his disguise kit. Sure, his horns and tail and glowing yellow eyes could probably qualify as a costume all on their own, considering the overwhelmingly human crowd, but let it never be said that he doesn't commit! When it's his turn, he struts across the stage in a sexy nurse costume. You probably shouldn't question where he got that syringe, though, or what's in it... ]
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He had only wanted to catch up with Fool - having caught sight of him in the crowd - but instead somehow managed to get shoved onto the stage right after him. He was completely out of his depth, but at least he wasn't alone, and he was frowning deeply when he finally managed to sidle up next to the tiefling. ]
What did they do to you? Where are your clothes?
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here's another oc
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haven’t made a verrin account welp
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Jesse Custer || Preacher
There is a very annoyed looking man standing with his hands on his hips, glaring up at the giant spider statue surrounded by pumpkins.
"What the hell is this?" he demands, of no one in particular, but then seems even more annoyed that the people milling about seem to be ignoring him completely. He could make them tell him, of course, but the folder from the day before had warned him about limits. Of course, he hadn't believed it, and he'd immediately used Genesis to make the poor porter technician tell him everything she could about where he was and what the hell was going on, but then after that it had stopped working for the whole day. So. The file was right. One command. Once a day.
Which he had been telling himself was fine - he just needed to find Tulip. He'd been drawn to the Church, because, well, he had no damn idea where to start looking for god now - if this really was another entire plane of existence - and thought he might feel better if he could visit a church.
But.
But then he was met with this.
He gestured at it, his face going a little red.
"What kind of god damned joke is this? Who put this here?"
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In some kind of trashy romance novel (not that she'd ever gone around reading those. Right.) they'd run across the few feet separating them, embrace in relief and declare love and all that goopy stuff written to make ladies go goopy down there. But while she feels a vice around her lungs loosen up now that Jesse's finally here, now that she's got her whole list of two people checked off as safe and accounted for, there's no grand reunion. Tulip just walks up next to him, hands shoved in her jacket pockets, and looks up at the same statue he's looking at.
"It's kinda cute. And you're late."
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Commander Akobi | Star Wars (Legends)
Akobi's dress uniform is not a costume but it apparently looks enough like one for him to be roped into this contest. The woman in charge of the makeup, however thinks he doesn't look "Halloween-y" enough, whatever that means, so he's been given a new, bloody look. He gets a middling grade from the judges, probably because he has no idea what's going on. After he's received his participation award ribbon, he stops a passerby asking, "Excuse me, but what is 'Halloween?'"
II. Any city
[ Without his legion, his command, or any infrastructure of power behind him, Akobi had taken the route of caution when settling into this new planet. He was grateful that they had healed his body for him-- a task he would have thought impossible, given the extent of the damage caused by the Viper probe droid-- and he was incredibly intrigued by the contents of the file the local government's representatives had given him. Loyalty Empowerment? Sounded vague, too vague to really put to the test. But in any case, he was in no position to be testing potential new powers. He was keeping his head down, being inconspicuous, observing the world around him before making a decision of how to find his place in it.
Although that task seemed insurmountable at times. Like now, when he'd inadvertently flashed a glimpse of his imPort tattoo to a waitress in a café. "Oh, you're an imPort?" she gasped. "No charge, then!" ]
No, ma'am, I insist on paying. It's only right.
[ The woman refused to take his money, and he refused to leave without paying. It would seem they were at an impasse. ]
III. Network - un: Cdr. Jeroen Akobi
Please excuse my ignorance if this is an all too common question from those while just been pulled into this planet, but who is the governing body in this sector? I've been told the Galactic Empire has no jurisdiction here.
[ ooc: will match brackets/prose! ]
For TK-622
[ Akobi gives the waitress a winning smile, grateful that 622 has saved him once again, albeit in a less life threatening way. ] That's right, coffee. My mistake.
[ The waitress notes down their order and speeds away to fetch their drinks. Akobi watches her go for a long moment before turning back to 622, taking the time to think about what his soldier has said. ]
If this Porter takes people from any point in time... You mentioned there were clone troopers here. It brings up the possibility of more factions in play than just Imperials and Rebels. [ A complication he had never expected to face in the war for order in the galaxy. But then, they're not in their galaxy, are they? ]
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Cassian Andor | Rogue One: A Star Wars Story
[He was sure that when he was a child, he played games like this. Child being younger then six, of course, because at six he became an adult. Younger then five, even, because things were just...
All right, so no, maybe he never played games like this. Cassian had only known war, had only known strife, and so he was trained well for games like this. They'd just never been a game, and that's what makes some of this weirder, that this is a game and not life or death.
Life or death against pumpkins, whatever. For now, he's in hiding with his gun, popping out to take aim when need be. He's already shot a lot of pumpkins by this point, but he would rather not shoot another person. He watches as someone else gets shot with the paint, though.]
This 'Halloween' is one of the most violent holidays I've ever seen. [Mutters to himself and to anyone who happens to be near him.]
Jeopardy
[It was nice of the Porter to bring him to giant 'We Love Spider's'-Land, but at least the weirdness of a church worshiping spiders was something he could get. 'Get' in the sense that he's been to other places that worship strange and seemingly ancient creatures, and this is not the first time he's seen it happen.
He's traveled enough that he's seen a thing or five, and they're usually not good. But these don't seem that bad, and he's intrigued by the board games of all things. Enough so that he asks whoever is standing near them something.]
I have no idea how to play this game, do you? [And if they know, best be prepared to teach him how to play!]
Wildcard
[Cassian can be found around any of the Porter cities walking around like everything is normal, just one thing different: he has a huge bag of candy, and he's giving some out to everyone he meets. He doesn't fully get this holiday or why it has such appeal, except for the candy portion of it.
He's eaten a lot of candy at this point. Cassian keeps walking, popping another piece into his mouth.]
Jeopardy
Cass? That you?
Re: Jeopardy
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So sorry Poe /sob
his life is pain
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Wonder || OC
There is something weird moving down the city block. At first glance, it looks like a large octopus is on the loose - over three feet high in the body, crawling along with tentacles. Open closer inspection, however, it becomes clear quickly that this is actually a robot. Though the entire thing is encased in a silicon-like transparent skin, underneath the metal core is visible.
On its 'head' is a large array of sensory equipment, including a little antenna. And, on the front facing side, is a large LED screen, cheerfully displaying this emoticon: ヾ(・ω・ｏ)
When it spots someone, it will roll over to them on its tentacles, and both vocalise (in a cheerful, but obviously robotic voice) and display text on its screen under the emoticon:
Hello!
´･ᴗ･`
i am wonder.
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You sure are. What's your designation?
[ Because 'wonder' isn't a droid name. ]
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Rise Kujikawa | Persona 4
[Oh, but this was so cool! Being able to dress up as whatever she wanted for Halloween wasn't something she'd gotten to do any time in recent years, and she wished that this could last more then one day and night.
Plus, with this costume she could possibly win something! Even better! She decided to dress up as a witch; not a bad witch, a good one, that was important. But still a witch, with her hair down instead of up with a hat on, and a long dress with black gloves. If she wanted to win that broom, she had better dress the part.
Unfortunately, the hat comes with a gauze-y little veil that's too long on the back, making it easy for her to lose said hat. Which she keeps doing. Because people keep stepping on it.]
Hey! Not again!
5. Jeopardy
WHY are they worshiping spiders!? [That's the first thing that comes out of her mouth when she sees the giant spider temple church whatever this really was place. Just the sight of it gave her the creeps, making her shiver.
Still, it's a party, and that seems like it could be a lot of fun. Despite all the spiders. Oh, and there's a haunted house, which seems like a lot of fun. In fact, that's the new plan: grab whoever she can find, and go through the haunted house.
So, you, there? Random person? Rise is grabbing your arm with a grin.]
You're coming with me!
[Says cheerfully, dragging the person to the haunted house.]
Wildcard
[Rise is open to anything that I couldn't think of!]
jeopardy!
Yusuke is on the sidelines, trying to finish a rough sketch of the place so that he has proof of its existence if it ends up disappearing as quickly as it came. He doesn't take notice of anyone approaching him until Rise's already grabbed him by the arm. The artist jolts, with a surprised noise muffled by the clearing of his throat, but (mostly) maintains his dignity. ]
Am I? [ He sounds more curious than he does truly bothered. ] Do I know you?
[ Yusuke didn't keep up with pop culture much, back in his old world, but still, he's sure he's seen her face before... ]
Yay!
Ravage | Transformers: IDW/MTMTE | OTA
[Ravage's human form is probably one of the shortest around. At under five feet in height. But he is as fit as anything, and if you mock his height? He's likely to kick your butt. He's stayed out of sight, mostly because of the fact that he had to figure out how this meat bag body worked. He's not exactly used to walking vertically. His clothing in dark colors, like he just wants to blend in. So the fact that the citizens of this city keep being in awe of him, has him uncomfortable.
And then there's the twenty foot tall robot that goes haywire. He could just let the thing go, these organics were stupid enough to build it improperly. But then nobody else was doing anything, and he was itching for something to take down.
So he'll give the citizens something else to be awed at, as he switches from human form, to his robotic feline form. Snarling with red eyes narrowed]
Pick on somebody your own size. [Nevermind that his robot form isn't much bigger than his human one, at around 6-7 feet. But this isn't stopping him from jumping onto the larger robot, and trying to take it down before it causes more damage]
Wildcard
[If there's something else you want to do, feel free to throw it at me]
makes the best entrance
actually, it's terrifying, and people just start screaming with more abandon. riptide angles a punch at the horseman, spotting ravage slightly too late.
let's hope he doesn't accidentally punch ravage.]
RAVAGE?! [he yelps, pulling back, stumbling into a storefront and completely wrecking it. oh, this is going well.]
Only the best for Ravage
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alice warren | dnd oc (raith campaign)
o4. nonah and the other robotic monster?
04!
It isn't... alive, is it?
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oh my god whhh
he's here to help!!
how is this helping!
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jason mendoza | the good place
[ so this is a children's event, is it not? that doesn't stop Jason, with a sparkly angel halo over his head as his "costume" from trying to participate.
key word is trying. whoever is in charge isn't too keen on letting him in. ]
What do you mean I'm too old to be a part of this? [ he is absolutely upset about this. ] I want to find candy...
[ so after not being allowed to join the candy hunt, Jason participates in the paint ball fight, there's a bandanna tied around his head - and he means business, barging out from his hiding place with a yell! firing paint pellets blindly at anyone and anything.
... sorry. ]
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[ anything is fair game, hit me with your best shot. ]
Sypha Belnades | Netflix Castlevania
[This rampaging thing, clearly sinister and unholy in nature, must be stopped before anybody falls under its hooves. And Sypha figures that if anyone is going to step up and handle the situation, it's obviously going to be her. Nobody else seems to be getting close to it, at least, so it's her task.]
[Sypha plants her feet in close range to the creature and starts whispering her incantations, fingers outstretched and attempting to follow the path the horse is taking. Spikes of ice erupt from the ground, clipping one of the legs but not getting nearly close enough to spear it. She grunts from the effort of raising ice from the ground, and when the monster starts charging her directly, she holds her ground and focuses even harder-- It's getting closer, and closer...]
((Also up for any wildcard stuff, just lemme know~))
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As best he figures, the only possible response to that is to do your damn best to 1) look even cooler and 2) make it look effortless. This is double&mdashnay&mdashTRIPLE important when there's a pretty lady on the line. So he reaches for that power, engulfing himself in pure solar flames, forming it into the shape of a revolver, leaps into the air and fires three flaming bullets into the metal beast.]
Wooo-hoo!
Cayde-6 | Destiny
[ Cayde swaggers down the street, a cheap Halloween mask loosely tied to the side of his face. He hums a tune that he's familiar with but couldn't place if you asked him and drums his fingers over the iron at his hip. There's trouble out there and boy is he eager to find it, shoot it, aaaand maybe skim a little off the top of whatever they're looting. Y'know, if the mood strikes.]
[Wildcard]
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Is your mask crooked or do you have another face on the side that you're trying to cover up?
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Percy Jackson | Riordan Mythoverse
[Because of course the first thing that happens when he arrives in this strange place is an animatronic Headless Horsemen gallops amuck. That's the phrase, right? "Gallups amuck"? Whatever, it's causing trouble and he's going to take it down before it hurts anyone. He takes out Riptide and waves it around. Who even knows what the mortals are seeing-- maybe a colored flag or something?]
Hey! Over here! Come at me, bro!
[His thought is if he can get this thing to chase him down a non-populated area, he can hop on the horse, kick off its rider and that will be that. He can't talk to the metal horse but he does know how to ride them]
Nonah
[At first, Percy is excited to hear about this Great Pumpkin Hunt. Paintball? That's something he can get into. Of course he's assigned team blue and is ready to go, but then is told the objective of this game]
Wait. So we're just shooting targets? Not... people? What kind of lame paintball is that?
De Chima! (and Percyyyyyyy)
Lester had been waiting for his bus home like a normal person when the thing gallops past him, nearly running over some small kid and -
And running towards Percy Jackson? Percy Jackson, holding a sword and acting like he's a crossing guard? Gods knows what the Mist is making them see, but he could swear that the sword glinted bright orange, like a giant cone. ]
Well, that's new. [ He says, mostly to himself, as he rises to his feet and helps evacuate fellow gawkers to safety. The old Apollo might've not bothered, but Lester knows that they don't deserve to witness this (let alone film it and put it all on Bwitter and Bluetube). Once the streets have been cleared, he grips his combat ukulele and calls - ] Percy! Hey, lure it that way! [ He points south, ] Towards the Meadows!
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SABRINA SPELLMAN ⛧ CHILLING ADVENTURES OF SABRINA
[ It's Halloween, again.
It's her birthday, again.
Nothing makes sense.
The level of unease Sabrina Spellman feels as she meanders down the eerie streets of an unfamiliar city is difficult to shake off, not when about a few hours ago she was inside Baxter High, making preparations with her family to protect the citizens of Greendale from the Thirteen. She doesn't recall uttering any sort of incantation before she found herself in a strange laboratory surrounded by US soldiers.
Needless to say, her reaction had been almost visceral. Panic, confusion, and dismay all settled in, which led to the soldiers sedating her when she refused to cooperate. She was more or less "complacent" once she had awoken from her drug-induced sleep, but only out necessity. She didn't want strangers drugging her again.
She's more than alert now though, trying to wrap her head around the spiel they had given her. It sounds like a load of bull to her, though the only way to get some answers out of anyone would probably be to investigate herself. Maybe her aunts are somewhere here, Ambrose even. Salem has been with her this whole time luckily, his feline form right at her heels as she steps toward the church. She had heard enough about this so-called church to pique her curiosity, debating with Salem whether there may be a coven here that could help them.
Before she can step further though, she spots a spider on the steps. A dangerous spot for it. She bends down, hardly fussed to get it to climb onto her palm so she could put it in a safe spot. ]
Come on then, little guy. The last thing you want is death at the steps of your own place of worship.
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He's distracted from that confusion, though, by a teenage girl he passes by who seems to be talking to a spider. Probably not the weirdest thing he'll see today, given that they appear to be at the steps of an enormous spider church, but still somewhat jarring. Reggie peels off his letterman jacket, ties it around his waist, and approaches. ]
Uh. What are you doing?
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marceline "the vampire queen" abadeer 🦇 adventure time
[ not that she'd remembered being here in the first place, back home, but--well. she hadn't expected to be back here. she ignores the spiel from the soldiers as well as she can, and then... well. it's halloween, and she remembers how fun that was. so of course she winds up on the pageant stage for a laugh. A grey-skinned, pointy-eared young woman with wild dark hair floats out! Marceline surveys the crowd, before giving a razor-sharp grin. Her eyes turn a solid green, fur sprouts over her body, her clothes meld into her skin and she grows, quickly, face twisting into a bat's snout as leathery wings fold out from her back.
so there's now a 12 foot tall bat fluttering above the stage. she hisses, before her body contracts into a tiny, fluffy, much cuter bat, flapping out over the crowd for a few moments. returning to the stage, she returns herself to normal and takes a bow in mid-air.]
Good to be BACK, Heropa!
maurtia falls
[once she got back into her storage unit, one call to her old manager got her set up with a return show in a few nights. Not as good as a Halloween surprise show, but the logistics on that would be pretty impossible. given the timing. posters go up across downtown maurtia falls just after sunset. stark black with a white drawing of... a bass guitar shaped like a battle axe?
Bᴀʀ Sɪɴɪsᴛᴇʀ
Nᴏᴠᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 3
Dᴏᴏʀs @ 7
she's moving quickly, but that is definitely a small, fluffy bat affixing flyers to walls or shop windows. not something you see every day, that's for sure.]
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What the what? [okay, this is.... new. and the way the few people she's run into have talked about it doesn't make any sense. she hangs back, puzzled, occasionally examining one of the carved pumpkins or running a hand along the cathedral's wall.] This... wasn't here before, right?
heropa
That doesn't qualify as a costume, I hope you know.
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I need! better icons!
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[have you seen an octopus before? sure you have. have you seen a floating, three-eyed robot half-octopus? hey, maybe! anyway, there's one floating along the streets of maurtia falls, the optics on the end of each of his stalks constantly swiveling around as he tries to take in everything he can about this new world. he's pretty on edge, if it's not immediately obvious-- something that feels like it's emanating directly from his motherboard. halloween isn't good, and it's not because of the corrupt police force patrolling the streets or because of the be-skeletoned louts. codsworth just can't shake the feeling of impending doom, because while the year is wrong, this is the date the world ended.
unfortunately, it's not long before he's targeted by a rowdy group of locals, a few pebbles flung at him. it's not that bad, actually, when you've fought off a few hoards of raiders but codsworth is still quite ashamed to find that habit almost has him rev up his buzzsaw. he manages to stop himself at the last moment.]
Honestly, how rude! [he snaps at them, irritably.] Have your parents neglected to teach you any manners whatsoever? Off with you!
[codsworth gestures awkwardly with one of his tentacles, like he's trying to shoo them, all while backing up. help him? maybe? he couldn't more obviously be an import and the jeering is only going getting worse.]
take me home (jeopardy)
[radiation? a city in an arid wasteland? mysteries and danger abound? giant invertebrate? now this is what this floating handybot is used to! he thinks he's managed to get back to diamond city for a split second-- he's quickly proven wrong and disappointed but you know what? it's familiar enough to pretend like his problems don't exist for a short while, and boy did codsworth get good at that when he was alone for 200 years. he's awkwardly hanging around at the back of the large church, occasionally making sure all the books are stacked perfectly at right angles when he's not looking over the big statues. there's no skeletons or feral ghouls here. he almost likes it.]
Seems like they're spinning quite the tale here, eh? Spinning? No?
[god is he trying]
to the place i belong
To the esteemed members of what I've come to know as simply "the network,"
While I understand there's a vast array of information available both in the libraries of this captivating world and on the internet, I find myself struggling slightly to locate that which I seek. [he also doesn't want to admit that he's not had access to an internet connection for two hundred years and doesn't really... remember how to use it properly. not to mention all the other overwhelming aspects of this situation. his AI feels like it's rattling around in a hamster cage.] If anyone here has any information pertaining to a small village named Sanctuary Hills not too far outside the city limits of Boston, I'd be ever in your debt.
It was fully constructed by the year 2077, though I'm remiss to find I don't contain the dates for when construction actually began.
[it's a long shot. the sole survivor wasn't even born in this decade, let alone sanctuary being built, but he can't think of anything else.]
You have my thanks in advance.
Sincerely,
Codsworth.
sneaks in here even later (country roads)
If you want to see more like him, go to the exhibition in De Chima. In the meantime, stop harrassing the promotional material.
[He glares at them until they move on, then turns his attention to the construct with a sudden smile.] Apologies for that poor treatment. Are you alright?
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