time to put your face on

[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.

The current craze sweeping the city and social media is getting people on their feet: the Camp Midnight Challenge! Based on a popular video game, the goal is to get the funkiest, silliest, most eye-catching dance sequence on video—with a twist! Successful completion of this challenge requires getting an imPort to join in a duo dance that incorporates their powers! Swarms of eager teens, tweens and would-be BlueTube stars are out and about on the sidewalk looking for newcomers to join in. If they spot you, you better come up with a good excuse or put your dancing shoes on!

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.

Today in De Chima, there's the unveiling of a brand new invention in the convention centre park! With a simple scan, it will print out your Closest Love Match of the other individuals present, along with your percentage of compatibility and a free coupon to get lunch with your new date if you match 90% or higher!

A little odd that it seems that nearly every couple has 90% or higher, isn't it? What's the probability that the scanner is broken?

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...

Local resistance to superheroes has made the city a popular gathering place for experimental engineers and scientists whose methods are misunderstood by the establishment, aka 'mad scientists.' Today, the latest creation of a former food scientist who used to work for Yell-O Desserts, is rising up in gooshy style!

From the canal that bisects the city rises a giant, gooshy, uh....thing. The blob slowly begins to ooze through town, growing larger as it consumes anything it comes across, absorbing it into its gooey depths. It's slow, but relentless, and doesn't have any obvious weak spots. Will you attempt to fight back and arrest its gelatinous progress, help the slow runners get away or make a break for it yourself? Or maybe see how good a dessert it makes?

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.

This month there's the release of a hot new movie about imPorts themselves, though in order to evade copyright, it seems that the imPorts on screen are simply amalgamations of several different imPorts through the years instead of staying faithful to one true story. They've got everything! Action! Romance! Death! Desire. It's a whole load of hooey, in other words, but it's hooey with a big budget. What this means, however, is that even the newest imPorts are being roped into this red carpet affair. Even if they're simply passing by on the street, an eager reporter may well step up to you, saying, "Oh, are you an imPort? Please, you must come in! No, I insist!"

If you succumb to their pushy ways, you'll find yourself in a gala, likely unprepared and underdressed for the flash of the cameras and an endless torrent of questions about what you want to do here as an imPort, whether or not you feel you'll find love in this place, whether or not you fear an inevitable port-out (despite the fact that you may have just gotten here!) and will be plied with food and, if you're of age, with plenty of booze.

05. Jeopardy, Nevada 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.

You're in luck! You're just in time for Jeopardy's traditional Valentine's Race!

The premise of the race is simple: hogtie your lover, throw them over your shoulder (or back, if needed), and carry them from the bank of the train station (it's actually not a train station, it's a non-functioning movie set that's been turned into a museum, but it's still called "the train station.") While the tradition says "lover," as long as the person you tie up has consented to it, it's allowed!

At the end of the race, the Mayor gives a short speech about love, and movies, and tradition. She's also baked thousands of Valentine's and heart-themed desserts for all participants and audience members! They just happen to all be... shaped like the actual heart organ, rather than the symbol.

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Nadass Vihalen | OC

[earthlike]

heropa

[ Nadass is a little confused as she is deposited outside of Cape Canaveral-- it was a little different than the Cape Canaveral she had visited before-- but the cheery, sunshine-y city of Heropa is welcoming enough! She decides to sit on a bench by the beach and read through the file they gave her, try to recover some semblance of understanding over her situation.

She is, of course, interrupted by a local teen who wants her to dance with them. She smiles a friendly smile and sets her file aside, placing her jacket on top of it so the papers don't blow away, and gets up to attempt the dance. She doesn't end up being too bad at it, either, for a first timer, though it's clear she is no dancer. ]

Alright, now it is my turn to teach you a dance from my home planet. How does that sound? [ The teens 'ooh' and 'ahh' over the concept of an imPort from another planet, but then they dutifully pay attention while Nadass leads them through the motions of a more somber, formal dance routine. ]

nonah

[ She may not have intended to walk into a film premiere gala, but once she's in front of the cameras and reporters, it's clear that Nadass can carry herself with the poise of any Hollywood starlet. Or, rather, a foreign dignitary of some kind, as all her answers are kept polite and short with the ease of someone who is used to navigating such interviews. Once inside the gala, she politely refuses any alcoholic drinks offered to her, stating that alcohol is illegal on her planet. Finally, with enough cries of, "well it ain't illegal here!" she is convinced to try a glass of champagne.

Of course, not being used to drinking alcoholic beverages means that Nadass is an incredible lightweight. All the poise and posture from earlier disappears with the bubbly in her glass as she winds up wobbling her way around the party, interrupting conversations to taste whatever hors d'oeuvres are on display. Someone should probably take her home... ]

network

Good day to you all. My name is Nadass Vihalen. I have recently arrived on this planet, and would like to speak with someone in the local government, if possible. I have come to understand that these cities we "ImPorts" have been housed in have elected officials to liaise with the United States government. If someone could direct me to one of them, I would sincerely appreciate it.

But, I suppose while we're here, I may as well attempt to get to know you all as well. What sort of worlds do you come from? How long have you been an ImPort? How have you found your time here?

[ ooc: info in journal, will match prose or brackets, hmu @ objectpermanence if you need anything more! ]

network

[slightlyoffchilt]

You accept the knowledge of multiple worlds so easily? I ask because some have more of a difficult time accepting the matter.

Kirk Langstrom | Justice League: Gods and Monsters

[desmodusdraculae]

01. Heropa
[Kirk isn't sure what to expect when he's dropped off in Heropa, but being swarmed by teenagers definitely never entered his mind. He has no idea what they're going on about with dancing, and if he's being quite honest with himself, he can't even remember the last time he's ever attempted to dance. Even back when he was a regular human, he wasn't exactly the going out to dance type. He must have danced with Francine, back in high school, at least once. And maybe he went out dancing once or twice with Will and Tina back in college, though if he did he can't remember.

He blinks as he snaps back to reality and realizes he's found himself completely surrounded by kids. Someone help him, he has no idea what he's doing.]


03. Maurtia Falls
[There's something refreshing about the night sky and the wind in his face. Maybe it's all of the extreme strangeness that Kirk's found himself surrounded by since arriving that a little midnight flight was something he needed to start feeling more like himself.

Then he heard the screaming coming from below, and just like that, his relaxation was gone. He dives down into the fray, only to find a giant green.... blob? sliding down the road. It would almost be comical, if it wasn't apparently devouring people whole inside it. Kirk sees them in the things translucent... mass, gasping for breath as it barrels on without a care.]

Where's Hernan when you need him. [He takes a deep breath, more out of habit than actual need.] I'm going to hate this, aren't I?

[Before he can think about it further, he kicks into the air, fires up his rocket boots and lunges into the blob in an attempt to save one of the victims.]


05. Jeopardy
[It certainly wasn't his intention to wake up that day and join some kind of insane race, but between their expression and their sob story, Kirk just couldn't tell his partner "no". So now he finds himself upside-down, bobbing up and down as they attempt to reach the finish line first.

How did his life come to this?]

01

[earthlike]

[ Nadass had not been dropped off much earlier than this man, who sure does look uncomfortable surrounded by all those kids. ]

I think they want you to dance with them! [ She calls helpfully from outside the swarm. ]

Efe Medrona | Original

[littlegodling]

✴ HEROPA
[Efe’s only just arrived and she’s not dressed for the slight chill in the air. Sure, it’s not that bad but she just came from the middle of summer in California. She’s freezing in her short shorts and short sleeves so a dance contest of sorts seems like a good idea until they say they want to see her powers as part of it.]

Oh, no no, I don’t have any powers. [Her first excuse which doesn’t work.]

Look, I don’t know how to use them. [Still not good enough.

This goes on for a little bit, her coming up with excuses not to use her powers but whoever is trying to get her to dance continues to insist. Please save her.]


✴ NONAH
[A movie premiere is not on Efe’s agenda for the day but when in Rome in all that, right? She lets herself be dragged into the gala and immediately feels a bit underdressed. Sure she’s wearing something fashionable so it’s not like she’s been caught running around in sweats, but still. She could change that, she could slip off to a restroom and whip up a pretty dress and touch up her make-up, but she also doesn’t want to get caught using her abilities. So she sticks with the cute but less fancy clothing she’s wearing.

If she’d know she was going to be bombarded with questions she might have said no and run away. To her credit, she does a good job of looking comfortable and giving good answers to all the questions.

Once the questioning is over she manages to snag herself a glass of champagne. If anyone asks she will certain to lie about her age.]


✴ JEOPARDY
[She has no interest in taking part in the race, watching is more fun. Though she is small and would likely be easy to carry if someone wanted to try hogtying her.

The deserts offered at the end of the race are interesting, to say the least. She can be found looking them over with a bit of amusement.] Unexpected but still tasty looking.


✴ WILDCARD
[Hit me with whatever, I’ll be down for it. If you have any questions my plurk is rubberspaceducky]

[earthlike]

[ Nadass, who is standing across the table of desserts, finishes chewing and swallows before interjecting, ] I can confirm, they are tasty!

Canderous Ordo | Star Wars (Knights of the Old Republic)

[theheartofwar]

02
[On Taris, as much of a waste of time that period of his life was, perhaps Canderous became a little too used to people giving him space over the last few years- and more space than strictly necessary, most of the time. And even if they didn't know his name, or reputation, his muscled build and disapproving frown chased most intelligent beings away from his path. A quality that entirely seems to be lacking from this crowd of fans and inquisitive strangers.]

Get out of my face. [Canderous growls, shoving one of them in the face with zero apparent effort as he marches through the crowd.] I don't have the patience to crush insects like you.

[This is his idea of generosity. They scatter like bowling pins from his path. He's wearing a closely-fitted, bulky armor, and so almost doesn't notice when somebody bounces off his chest.]

04
[Canderous isn't one for the cameras. Heavily muscled with facial scarring, and wearing a utilitarian tank top and cargo pants, he sticks out like a sore thumb amongst the well-dressed. But he's been extended an invitation nonetheless, and he doesn't care much for the buzzing, inconsequential questions, and if they're plying him with a seemingly-endless supply of drinks, who is he to refuse?]

[He's not going to dignify their questions about something as frivolous as his love life, of all things, but he'll tell a few stories from back in his time.]

[Stories that are, um, a bit inappropriate for the situation, perhaps.]

...The Rancor bit down, and his arm came right off! Now, that was his first mistake, taking a simple blaster. How he passed his Verd'goten, I'll never know. [he says, with a hearty chuckle, to a crowd of fascinated, yet disgusted people.] If you've never seen a Rancor, they've got armored skin so tough that they can shrug off blaster bolts - you should bring charges, at least. A warrior is always equipped to meet his greatest challenges. I've never seen anything like it before, or since. And for that, I'm grateful.

[wildcard option!]

4

[earthlike]

[ Nadass can't help but overhear the shocked gasps coming from the reporters nearby, and steps over to listen in. The talk reminds her of the oral histories of the Chowan people of her planet-- a nation of conquerors and proud warriors. Though her planet lives in peace now, the continent of Chowa has never forgotten their legacy of bloodshed.

It turns her stomach, frankly.

She steps closer, posing for photographs with all the poise and grace of a politician, and quietly murmers just loud enough for the hardened man to hear, ] I appreciate the glory of your tales, but perhaps they would be better saved for a more appropriate occasion?

damian wayne | dc's injustice

[batricide]

HEROPA.

[ Do you need an excuse if you just muscle through them? He doesn't think so - but even he feels kind of bad about shoving tweenagers aside while they beg him to participate in some inane exercise. Damian isn't, and has never been, much good at the personal side of heroism.

But he's got a soft spot for kids. And kids that believe in justice, so - fine, sure, he's got a minute. And he's wearing a mask. So he'll indulge and test his control of his ability to fly all in one go.

Just don't call him on it. This is childish and he refuses to be childish. ]

Nonah.

[ He looks like a baby Bruce Wayne with a bad haircut, and he's relatively used to press junkets and PR.

He's not prepared for someone to stick a microphone in his face and ask him whether or not he's ever had a girlfriend, and if he'd consider dating a local. Damian's face heats immediately. ] What relevance does that have? [ Before promptly launching into a heated tirade about the state of crime in the world and better ways to handle criminals and reforms needed to the judicial system until the team hurriedly moves on to a more friendly looking import.

From there, he's taking a sip of wine and sitting alone, looking bored and annoyed. ]

Maurtia Falls.

[ Now this is easy. This is familiar.

And having actual superpowers? Actual kryptonianesque powers that are all his, meaning that he doesn't have to worry about a pill running out or overloading his body and killing him? This is awesome.

The people in this city might not care much for imPorts but they sure as hell aren't complaining when one gets between them and - whatever this is - and unloads an eye beam in it, yelling at the idiots lingering to get moving because the best he can do is distract it.

What he wouldn't give for some ice breath. ]

nonah

[littlegodling]

[Efe does her best to slide up quietly beside Damian but he's likely to notice her before she ever comes close to him. Stealth has never been her strong suit, but who needs stealth when most problems can be dealt with at the flick of a wrist?]

Your face will stick like that if you keep it up. [She teases, likely to not help his annoyance at all.]

Rick Grimes ( The Walking Dead )

[redhandle]

( 1. Heropa )

[ The place was interesting. It was bright, like something out of a movie or a memory. The dance craze was not one that Rick was going to be interested in participating in. However, he certainly doesn't mind watching.

He's off to the side, watching various groups and fending off any attempt that might try to pull him into the game. ]

Never going to happen.

( 2. De Chima )

[ Rick didn't really fancy the idea of trying out the new invention but it also didn't seem like it could hurt anything. After all, things like that were never actually accurate right?

So, once he'd done it he frowns at the readout of compatibility.

That could not be accurate, at all. ]

But I guess a free lunch is a free lunch, huh?

( 3. Wildcard )

[ Feel free to hit me with whatever else you might fancy! ]

2!

[neganomics]

Well, shit. So long as the missus don't find out...

[ And here is Negan -- all bluster and friendly charm, slipping in between Rick and his would-be date while slinging an arm around good ol' Ricky boy's shoulder. Just like they're old buddies. Not at all like Negan didn't get his goddamn throat sliced last time he saw the man. ]

That is one lady who will skewer you right through like weenies over an open flame.

[ He clicks his tongue, making the hand gesture of spearing someone with a sword before he reaches out and plucks the coupon from the lady's hand. ]

You won't be needing this. Rick the prick and I got a whole lot of catchin' up to do.

jerry redmond ( oc )

[pansophy]

[ He knows what it's like to wake up without knowing a number of hows and whys. He knows what it's like to be given a code and status, to be constrained by circumstances that weren't his doing, and to be sent on his way to live comfortably, so long as he complies. That's the concept that itches in the back of his throat: comply. But they know everything about him, apparently, and he has to wonder whether or not this is just the Institute, Part II, with a higher budget.

Needless to say he doesn't take it well, but he notices that the stress doesn't amplify any absorption of memories. That's a comfort, but it might not help him in the long-term, not if he wants to gain advantage and find his way out of here. So long as there isn't any medication being shoved down his throat to mute his power, though ...

His arrival at De Chima changes the tone from terrifying to disarmingly baffling. There they are: people who know what he is, but not who he is — he's not sure there's any comfort to be drawn from that — imposing themselves for a chance to have a picture of or with a potentially famous imPort. They all have potential, for better or for worse. And all these people are bursting with memories, threatening to overwhelm him both inside and outside. A couple of them approach to try and convince Jerry to try out the new invention with them — after all, there's free lunch involved! ]

N-no. Thank you. [ Does he force a smile? Does he claw out an embarrassing memory from their head to scare them away? ] Thanks.

[littlegodling]

[Efe can see how uncomfortable Jerry is and decides to have a little fun with the situation. She slides over next to him and makes a shoo-ing motion at those bothering him.]

Run along now, he's with me. [She turns to him and links her arm with his, grinning.] Isn't that right, bae?

revan ( star wars )

[warcried]

( de chima )

[ despite all the confusion of his arrival--in his apartment on coruscant one moment, on a strange world the next--and despite how unsteady and unbalanced he feels, revan's taking all of this.. pretty well, actually. but then, given the life he's lead, this probably isn't even the weirdest thing that's happened to him.

he's a good sport about the device being tested, too. the fame isn't exactly new to him (though he's more familiar with infamy, maybe), so he's ignoring the camera flashes and crowd as he accepts the printout and glances down at the information provided. he lifts his head, then, turning to find the person he's apparently been matched with with startling accuracy. his lips quirk up in a tired, amused smile, and he turns the paper to show them, brows arching questioningly.

hey, want to grab lunch? ]

( network )

I'm still trying to make sense of circumstances here, but I do know that people are from different time periods here, whether you're from the same reality or not. That said, anyone here familiar with the Mandalorian Wars? I'm trying to get my bearings.

Also, for Force-sensitives: I'm a fan of that saying "live and let live," so as long as you leave me alone and don't preach to me about picking a side of the Force, I'm happy to do the same.

network

[merging]

We apparently have a truce between Rebels and Imperials which also applies to Jedi and Sith, but now I'm kinda curious what you mean about picking a side?

and if you mean the Mandalorian-Jedi War, I know that one, but also I think Mandalorians are fighting wars like constantly maybe

John Lowe | AHS: Hotel

[blackaura]

01. Heropa.

John wasn't much of a dancer. Especially not when accosted on the street by rowdy teenagers. If he still had his badge, he might have used to that scare them off, but he had a better idea. Well...his second idea. His first involved a great deal more violence, but they were just kids. Even he still had some limits. So when they refused to listen to his refusals, he simply vanished. In an instant. One moment he was there, then he wasn't.

This seemed to impress the kids more than anything. In a chatter of voices, they crowded close to each other, playing back their videos. Only John wasn't in them. Bars of static crossed the frame, and the main performer seemed to be encouraging no one. While they were trying to figure out what happened, John appeared behind them, silent as a shadow. He leaned in close between two of them and spoke conversationally. "Maybe next time, you'll listen when someone doesn't want to be bothered."

Well, that's what he intended to say. After the first few words, his voice was drowned out by a few undignified shouts as they panicked and nearly dropped their phones. John let out a soft chuckle as they fled. There were at least some bright spots to this new place.

02. Jeopardy

The race really wasn't to John's interest. He'd considered joining, if just to see if he could fudge the rules. But he had neither the time or patience to find someone to be his partner. Instead, he used it as a chance to establish himself. To build his credibility was a decent person. Once he did that, he'd settle in somewhere. Maurtia Falls seemed like the sort of place that could use a little..."justice." But that would need to wait.

Only half listening to the speech, he looked over the table of baked goods. A faint smile tugged at his lips, seeing what was laid out. In a way, it reminded him of home. The only real home he'd ever had. If the Cortez ever hosted a Valentines banquet, he could imagine this being the dessert table. Picking up a cookie, he broke off a piece. And as he popped it into his mouth, he looked at someone dead in the eye.

Sometimes, he just couldn't help it.

03. Network.

[ Until now, he's only managed to send texts. Any video or audio he'd tried to post only came out as static and noise. The more paranormal minded may have dubbed in EVP, but what they thought they heard never quite matched up to what he'd tried to say.

But he's got a handle on his powers now, and his face can be seen. Too bad he looks like he needs about 3 full days of sleep. And his smile is a bit unsettling. ]

I was wondering if anyone knew where a man could get a decent drink around here. Preferably a martini.

[ Some how anything he said came out sounding more than a little creepy. But that was more about personality and less about powers. ]

04. Wildcard.

[ Find him being his vaguely creepy self anywhere. Or hit me up on plurk at thorhugs

Adora | She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

[sherage]

Heropa

[Adora honestly isn't sure how she got into this. It seemed innocent enough. Some kid wanted her to show off her powers so they could do some sort of... dance thing. Dancing's not really her thing, but she never minds showing off her powers. She draws her sword.]

FOR THE HONOR OF GRAYSKULL!

[There's a flash, and She-Ra stands there. The kid gasps, suitably impressed.

The next thing she knows, the kid's grabbed more friends than she knew any one person could have and somehow she's carrying all of them? It's not like she can't handle the weight, but it's getting increasingly awkward with every new kid who thinks they can climb up onto the human tower that's being formed.]

Help...?

De Chima

[Adora thought she'd gotten used to being famous. Everyone knows who She-Ra is, after all. But she's not She-Ra right now, she's Adora, and that isn't stopping a crowd of reporters from showing up and shoving cameras in her face. Maybe if she didn't carry a giant sword around everywhere, but, well, she's seen where that gets her.]

I don't-- um, can you-- what?

[She turns towards one reporter, who looks pleased to have gotten her attention until he sees the look in her eyes.]

What do you mean, who am I wearing? Do you wear people here? And I thought the Horde was barbaric!

Maurtia Falls

[Okay, so hacking at the giant glop with her sword doesn't seem to be doing much, but She-Ra isn't about to stop trying. She's strong enough that with the help of a passing tree branch she can yank herself out of the goo, but she doesn't stop to strategize for long. She has superpowers. And this is mindless goo. How much strategy does she need?

With another yell, she charges forward again.]

Wildcard

[HIT ME WITH ANYTHING.]

De Chima!! MY EYES ARE SO HECKIN SPARKLY RIGHT NOW

[plentystrong]

[ So Catra's just strolling through the city, as you do, clad in a coat to ward off the rainy chill of De Chima, until she sees... well. Isn't that a familiar face, with the ponytail she's styled the same since childhood and that glaringly red jacket.

And of course, Adora's being swarmed by reporters first thing. Because that's just the kind of person Adora is, no matter what Catra does to take her down a notch or twenty. She'll always shine so much brighter than anyone else, and Catra could claw her up then and there, but causing such a public commotion would not reflect well on her. Well, at least it allows her to make an entrance; she approaches the throng of journalists and starts pushing her way through them. ]

Okay, okay, coming through, come on now, step aside. Hey, what did I say about the tail? 'Scuse me.

[ Only to turn around and come face to face with -- ]

Hey, Adora. Need some help?

J'onn J'onzz The Martian Manhunter [DCTV]

[notreallyhankhenshaw]

J'onn was in Heropa to survey the town, and was curious about this new place he was stuck in.

J'onn found himself drawn into the Camp Midnight Challenge that was sweeping the nation. Dancing was no problem. Dancing weirdly was even not a problem. It was a little annoying to be approached when he was himself and asked so often to perform. But he could tell most of them wished him no harm, their minds simply on winning, or on having fun. And he had a soft spot in him for teens and other young ones, and the like. And he did his best to favor them.

After one particular dance, he found himself next to another and nodded to them, a smile on his green face. “Interesting dancing, yes?”

***

He went to De Chima, Virginia to see the large city which so emphasized science, and which seemed somehow to be even more Import crazy than Heropa was. His picture was taken, his autograph given, and he found himself choosing to dive into a new form, and hide from the 'fans' even quicker than he had anticipated doing.

He was drawn to see the new invention being unveiled, and to see the reactions. The concept of a predictor of Love Matches concerned him. It sounded like something involving mind control, or something fake, and either way, it...it hurt his mind a little.

He found himself pulled toward the test, and found himself frowning when he was immediately matched up at 90% with the first person he was presented to.

With concern in his eyes. he turned to his 'love match' and raised an eyebrow. “I think there is something very odd going on here.”

***

J'onn was drawn to Nonah, North Carolina, next, to the opening of the new import movie. He'd heard it was not really a real story, but instead some sort of amalgam of many stories, and something that could be interesting. He went completely as a normal human, incognito the whole way, his John Jones persona intact here in a world where it was not public knowledge who he was. Seeing the movie, watching the crowds push and ebb toward anyone they thought was a celebrity, especially if they were superheroes, made him glad he had come as one of the crowd.

He settled in to watch it and to hopefully learn something.

***

Jeopardy, Nevada lured him because of its mystery. He found himself starting to pursue the image ghosts and strange mysteries that everyone was talking about. He wanted to know, really, just exactly what was going on. And the new Valentine's Race presented a chance he had not anticipated having.

He followed the race and those involved in it, and did not run. It would hardly be fair, he was certain, to do so. So he hung back and watched, and followed. This time, he did wear his own face, but he was quick to vanish if people got to annoying. Invisibility and intangibility came in handy, and passing out of sight and through buildings helped evade people.

The speech was interesting at least, and he hung about to listen. The rather gruesome desserts made him blanch a little, but considering what he had already seen on this world, he was quick to adapt. And wonder what, exactly, the mayor was on as he stepped up to get one.


Or whatever! Find J'onn all over!

De Chima!!!!

[eloquentness]

"You're telling me."

Iris peered down at the printout and accompanying coupon with a scrutinizing eye. Typically, these dumb quizzes came with a breakdown of the score, indicating what factors went into the percentage and why one was most likely to end up with a member of a local boy band (not that Iris participated in those, of course not). This one didn't. In fact, it was dubiously blank of everything except the certainty that this John Jones was the one.

She gave him an apologetic smile, "I'm sorry you got paid with me, but hey, we got a free coupon for..." She squinted, "the Thai place? Oh, boy. It's maybe average at best."

Grog Strongjaw [Critical Role Campaign 1]

[iwouldliketorage]

Grog is wandering a lot since he arrived. This place, Heropa, seems like a large and busy place, and the locals seem friendly, if very weird, even if the local shop owners were great about offering him lots of free drinks. He liked that, and made lots of friends. He helped a few of them scare off some bad guys who were harassing them, and a few others he helped to make some money taking in bounties. He was used to that, anyway. And it didn't hurt to add some money to his pouches.

People did seem to be taking lots of pictures of him and thinking he was famous, which seemed right to him. He was, after all, part of Vox Machina, saviors of the world. And a hero in his own right. He liked this odd Camp Midnight Challenge. He could dance good, and people paid him for it! Every time he danced, he got pictures taken, and vidyas taken, of him! He wasn't sure what vidyas were, but they seemed like magic recordings to him. He had never seen anything like it, or the magical communication device that he now carried. The device seemed like the earrings that Tiberius had inverted, but better.

He said a quick apologetic word to Tiberius in his head, not wanting to piss of the spirit of his long gone friend. But it spoke to him and he spoke to it, and it let him see the words of others, and even translated them for him into a very Doty-like voice. He wasn't sure what was going on, really, but it seemed like a good adventure to be on, while he was waiting for Pike or Vex, or Scanlan to arrive. He would even accept Vax or Percy, at this point, or Allura and Kima, others of his comrades.

Nonetheless, he danced, and people laughed, and pointed and cheered, and asked him to dance if they saw him. The more enthusiastic he danced, the more they seemed to like it. And people danced with him! And had him whirling them around, and throwing them into the air as they danced! It was fun! And he liked it.

***

Grog rode through the port-circle-thing, into the city called De Chima, which seemed like an odd name, but then, so had Fort Daxio when he first heard it. It seemed to be an even larger city than Heropa had been, and it blew Grog's mind. There were people everywhere, and called him names, like Orphanic Blunder, and other weird things. He was pretty sure that they were all crazy.

They reminded him of Percy, in a way, and he was wary, having seen what Percy had done, and others had done with similar things. He'd had to take several guns from people and break them over people's heads, to convince them that they should not use them around him.

He gladly took pictures with anyone who wanted to take them with him, and he was glad to get copies, soon having quite a few in his bag of holding alongside the guns he had collected.

They had some newfangled device that they were wanting to use with him,to match him up with a lady. While he obviously did not need such help, he still was willing, if reluctantly, to let them match him so. He was somewhat startled when the first match, with a lady, seemed to blink at 90% match! Whatever that meant.

He turned to the woman and his cheeks were flushed as he nodded to her.

“So, ah, seems we are a, ah, love match?” He stumbled over his words as he spoke. His hands twisted as he held the free coupon to get lunch with his new date that the people with the machine had pressed into them.

***

Grog only came to Maurtia Falls, Pennsylvania to see what this city could be like and to taste the ale there. This world had so many kinds of alcohol. Many were super-weak compared to what he was used to, but they were also tasty. So many tastes! Maurtia Falls was no different in that manner and he fou8nd himself visiting several bars and restaurants in which he could sample such things.

He was exiting one such place when he heard screams and shouts. He looked at the direction of them and dropped his fancy technomabableything and grinned wide. Something, some strange thing that looked like someone had trapped a fart in a spell and let it grow too large, was rising from the area near the river and just sweeping things into itself, including people. Now, Grog understood what it was like to be hungry, but you couldn't just go around eating people. That was not nice.

So, he reached into the sheath on his back and pulled out his greataxe, shimmering in the light, and roared, feeling that old familiar feeling rise in him, his blood filling with righteous rage.

And he charged, yelling the whole way as he hurled his axe before him, the chain of returning sliding along his hands as he did so. The axe missed the first time, lodging into a wall, and he growled, swore, and yanked it out, then hurled it again, and struck., carving away a piece of the thing. It made an impossible screaming noise, and he roared back at it, screaming defiance.

Grog Strongjaw strode into battle against death, eyes red and a smile stretched across his face.

***

Nonah, North Carolina

This city was too loud. Grog wasn't sure he liked the habit of people on this world of filling the air with lots of noise. It was sometimes fun, but a lot of times it hurt his head. And he hated things that hurt his head. That way never was a good way to go.

But this city did have a lot of people who wanted to buy him things and take pictures with him and give him small trinkets. Which he stuck, dutifully, in his bag of holding, and followed along. It was with a shiny new set of harness, the fifth of its kind, and tested to make sure it was actually tough enough for his standards, that he strode down a red-carpeted line toward the entrance to the movee theater. He still didn't understand what a movee was, but this one apparently was supposed to be fun, And they wanted him to see it, and were willing to give him food and drink and things if he did so. So why not?

After a good night in a nice hotel and lots of food and drink, he was there, waving his hands, and making his mark(a big G, like Pike had taught him), and smiling. While it was sometimes annoying, he did find himself still liking this whole being famous thing. Sometimes.

***

Jeopardy, Nevada

Grog had been willing to join this race, as it was a contest, and he liked contests. And he had, without a problem, won. He was not sure what or why they wanted him to carry the lady person this route, but he had. And he had gotten to the end before anyone else, his volunteer partner over his shoulder, gently.

The heart-shaped desserts made him laugh and he gladly consumed a few. He may have forgotten to untie his partner, first. Oops? Speak up!

***

jeopardy

[viciousmaukery]

Said partner is absolutely going to speak up right about now. In fact, there is now a tail gently smacking against Grog’s cheek—hey, pay attention to me, I’m right here.

“Not that I don’t like getting tied up,” says Molly, hands tugging somewhat on the bonds around his wrist, “but there is a time and place for it, and I think the time’s passed, yeah? Think my legs might be falling asleep.”

rey | a star war

[forcelight]

nonah

[ Rey didn't mean to wind up in front of a bunch of cameras, with the lights flashing in her face and reporters asking her questions about the life of an Import.

When one of the reporters asks her about any possible relationships does Rey really get annoyed with the whole thing. She reaches into the Force, hopefully this works. ]

You don't have any more questions for me

"I don't have any more questions for you." [ He says before turning away ]

[ Despite the earlier meetings with reporters, she's more than happy to take part in the feasting part of this. Staring at the large banquet with wonder and awe and a still empty plate. She's never had much of a luxury of deciding for herself what to eat, nor has she ever seen so much of it in one place. ] There's so much to choose from.

jeopardy

[ And here in the desert, again. Jeopardy is not Jakku though she's able to draw some parallels about the sand, the quality of people is much different. Strange, but not unkind nor as unforgiving as the planet she'd spent most of her life on. Rey feels at ease, here.

When asked to join the race, she raises a brow. ] No, I'm not letting you carry me.

[ Afterwards, she's sitting on the sidelines, watching the people mill around her with her heart shaped cookie tucked away for later. ]

wildcard

[ you know what to do! ]

nonah

[hatejakku]

[ Finn had just been walking home from work when he got cornered, too. As much as he could easily leave, hunger won out. It was just a matter of avoiding the reporters.

He was currently taste testing some weird pastry looking thing when he spotted Rey and nearly choked. ] Mumf! [ He swallowed and hurried over. ] Rey!

Altair Ibn-La'Ahad | Assassin's Creed

[livethecreed]

Heropa:

[ Altair had been able to avoid the teens dragging people into.... whatever they were doing so far, but the crowd he was blending into was rapidly shrinking. If he didn't find another crowd, or a way out of the teens's line of sight, he'd end up getting grabbed and he was already on edge. He wasn't sure what he would do if grabbed from behind and he didn't want to harm an innocent.

Luckily, he spotted an alleyway and what looked like a convenient way up the building. While the kids swarmed someone else he ducked into the alley and scaled the wall. Once on the roof Altair leaned over the edge to watch the going on below and to study this world he'd found himself in. ]


De Chima:

[ Altair was watching couples approach the strange machine in the park and receive something after a few minutes. Delight was obvious on some of their faces, and he'd admit to feeling curious about what was happening, but the effects of the Apple were still fresh in his mind and Altair wasn't about to trust technology he didn't understand.

Unfortunately, during a moment of distraction Altair was pushed from behind and stumbled into the machine's range. The device seems to immediately pick him up and spits out a piece of paper with 99% on it.

The groan that escaped his throat said it all: this was somehow going to end badly. ]


Maurtia Falls:

[ Altair had no idea what the thing rising from the canal was, but it obviously wasn't friendly, and he could see civilians who weren't able to get away from it quickly enough. He knew he couldn't fight the creature himself, a sword probably wouldn't even damage the thing, but he could help the innocents who were trying to get away.

Up the street Altair saw someone stumble and fall as they rushed to get away and he moved towards them instantly. He grabbed onto their elbow to help them up ]

Run. I will watch your back as you escape.


Jeopardy

[ This city was the strangest thing Altair had ever seen. Between the apparations appearing and disappearing and the 'race' Altair was flabberghasted. Was this how people in the future showed their interest? How strange.

And then the desserts were passed around and Altair couldn't stop the shocked expression from crossing this face. What was this? ]


Wildcard:

[ Hit me up with whatever I'm cool with it. ]

De Chima

[faithfulson]

[ Luke was, at least, 90% sure the so called matching machine was broken, or at least being used as an awkward excuse to pass out coupons for a restaurant that paid for the publicity. Trying to tell people that was another matter entirely, especially since the natives seemed really excited to see what imPort could be pared with who. He had almost succeeded in escaping from the curious crowd before he was grabbed and shoved to the front, and had been in the middle of trying to negotiate with the person nearest to him, when he felt someone stumble behind him. ]

[ He turned, trying to say something, before the machine spit out a match... because of course it did. Luke mirrored the stranger's reaction, pinching the bridge of his nose, before he held his hands up. ]

Please; use the coupon to take a friend of yours out.

Gabby Kinney | Marvel 616

[honeybadgered]

De Chima

[Gabby’s been watching for a while and she’s definitely noticed the tendency towards matches being over 90% almost exclusively. She’s not really interested in romancing anyone right now, but she is interested in getting some free coupons. She sneaks over to someon who looks like a good conspirator and tugs on their sleeve.]

Hey. Wanna get some free stuff with me?

Maurtia Falls

[Gabby’s powers aren’t exactly made for this kind of thing, since globs are generally hard to stab or punch. Once she realizes what it is, however, she gets a great idea. She zips away and returns with a giant cart of whipped cream. Can she eat this mess away single-handedly? Probably not. But hey, maybe someone’s up for helping.

Is it safe? Eh. She doesn’t feel pain and she heals. She’s not worried. For herself, at least.]

Nonah

[Gabby doesn’t need much encouragement to join the party. Who wouldn’t want to go to a random party in (sort of) their own honor? She’s also perfectly happy to talk to reporters, though... they might not be so happy she’s the one they chose to talk to. Hard to walk away, though. Especially when she’s mid story.]

So then, I give him a box, and he opens it, and there’s my finger! My middle finger! [She holds her very clearly still there middle finger up to show it off.] I’d cut it off! And I said, “May it insult you forever.” [She sighs contentedly.] Man, I miss Deadpool. He’s cool.

Wildcard

[Choose your own adventure!]

maurtia falls

[cassassin]

[ oh gabby honey no. ]

Get clear!

[ and a few liquid nitrogen-equipped explosive batarangs strike the blob and explode, slowing its advance a. little. batman drops on top of a food truck, trying to take stock of the situation. why is there a child trying to eat it. ]

[anubitch]

De Chima

[ Takara, a tall woman with what appears to be a permanent frown and furrowed brow, stands there with the little slip of paper that has someone's name on it, as well as a "98!!!" written in very excited, happy letters. She's been shoved in their direction - still not sure how the fuck she ended up here anyway - and brings her piercing gave to the owner of the name on her paper.

She narrows her eyes. ]

What the fuck?

[ What a pleasant hello. ]


Nonah

[ It's hard to tell if Takara looks out of place at the gala, or specifically made up for the occasion. She'd let herself be half led here, not paying attention, because she thought she'd seen a familiar face. But now, she's surrounded by strangers who are all asking her questions about movies and she is getting increasingly annoyed as time goes on. ]

No, I really don't care about -- No, I'm not here to show my support for -- Seriously, I don't even like most movies, can you just let me past--

Network

someone want to tell me exactly which fucked up god i have to yell at to get an explanation for why the fuck i'm here?

also if you're a demigod please let me know if we're going to be friends or if we're going to end up fighting because i'm real tired of the whole wait and find out they're good/evil game

real real fucking tired

DC

[notgood]

[He holds up a slip of paper, identical to hers but with her name instead of his.]

That's an apt summary.

xion | kingdom hearts

[marxionette]

de chima

[ There are far worse places to be than in this world, but that doesn't necessarily make her happy. Separated from her friends, forgotten by the world at large - that's a heavy burden for one girl to bare... especially it seems as though those troubles extend here. She finds she has to introduce herself to people two or three times before it seems to stick, and even then, sometimes her housemates and coworkers still forget her name.

But being noticed and approached by eager citizens, even when she doesn't necessarily want to be, is nice. Especially after so long with no one to talk to... And it makes it very hard to say no when they want pictures, or autographs, or to have her test their crazy machines.

The person operating the machine grabs her and another passerby, runs it - and look at that! A 90 percent match. ]

Are we really that compatible...? [ Oh hey, a coupon. Neat. ]

nonah.

A movie? [ Is all it takes before she's eagerly ushered into the gala by overeager civilians. Her hood is up, face mostly obscured, but that doesn't stop people from recognizing her as one of the new imPorts and rushing to make conversation. Some are friendly, asking after her name and her powers, and some...

Some are too friendly. One in particular begins talking a mile a minute about their version of this concept, based off of their fanfiction. At first, she listens because it's polite and because their enthusiasm is catching... but it quickly wears on it. Especially when they start talking about their own imPort and Civillian friendship fanworks and novel ideas.

She's pretty sure you don't make friends by shoving yourself into their life, but hey, what does she know?

Trying to politely excuse herself doesn't really work. She makes a valiant effort to escape into the crowd more than once, but this person has decided she's lonely and needs the company. Talking about how hard it must be to be here all alone, and - and she just grabs the arm of the nearest person. ]

There you are. I've been looking all over for you! Sorry, we've got to go. [ The fan looks disappointed but undetoured. They're finding their imPort best friend tonight, and they disappear back into the crowd. She manages a few steps away, more or less dragging her human escape excuse, before glancing apologetically at the person she'd grabbed. ] Sorry. I didn't really mean to drag you into that, I just didn't know how to get away... you can go if you want.

nonah

[pullsheavendown]

[Roxas isn't sure what to make of this imPort movie business, not at all. They say it's not about actual people who've been here, but it kind of is at the same time, right? The thought makes his skin crawl. He can't imagine ever wanting that many people to watch even a fake version of his life....especially a fake version.

But he's getting tired of moping at home alone, doing almost nothing. At least this got him out of the house. Still, he's feeling the weight of too many eyes on him, which prompts him to pull up the hood of his jacket (not his black coat, and he's wondering now if not wearing it was a mistake and how risky it might be to take a corridor home without it) to make himself less recognizable. He's on the verge of ducking out early when someone grabs his arm, and it actually comes as a relief—he goes along with it, dragged to the side and not getting a good look until he shoves his hood down to restore his peripheral vision.]

It's okay, I didn't really want to—wait...

[She's got a hood too...a black hood, a coat very much like his own. Identical, in fact.]

Who...are you?

steve rogers | mcu

[etch]

maurtia falls.

[the city's reputation is too renowned for him to ignore. so when given the opportunity to try and help make a difference there, steve hadn't hesitated in making the move to pennsylvania. his days are spent trying to make connections with the world around him. with the people who he knows he may end up needing to rely on, and the streets that he has to learn to call his own.

the nights though.

most nights, steve is off wandering the streets, following the sounds of violence so he can step in to help stop it. robberies, mugging, assaults. those are all simple enough for him to intervene. to break up whatever was happening and drag the offenders off towards the nearest police station (for all the good that did.)

tonight is no different. already, a car jacking has been stopped and an assault victim driven back home. when the screams had come, he'd bid the woman a good night at her door, and jumped back on his bike to head off in the direction of the commotion.

it's only instinct that keeps him from skidding as he comes to a stop, his jaw practically dropping as he stares ahead as the mess of...goo that's sliding by. with people running past him, tripping over themselves in their haste to escape, steve climbs off his bike and moves closer towards the thing.]

...right. That's...definitely something.

[civilians out the way first. stop the thing after. easy, right?]

nonah.

[as loud as the city may be, steve had hoped that the sheer number of people milling around would make it easier for him to keep his head down and stay off of other people's radars. hidden in plain sight, and all that. but clearly it's not meant to be. not when he finds himself with a hand wrapped around his wrist and being tugged in a different direction. while he does end up pulling himself free, steve is patient enough to hear out the explanation being given.

not that it's one he's happy to hear. especially not after he's ushered through the crowd and pushed out in front of, well, this.

while it might not be all that new to him, steve is still anything but comfortable about being the center of attention. the flash of cameras, the shouted questions, the looks. being hailed a hero for simply existing isn't right. it isn't something he ever wanted, nor ever will. whether it's as a soldier or an avenger, he has that same duty to protect others that everybody has. so even in this city, in this world that's so focused on heroes and villains, he doesn't want to be held in any higher of a regard than those around him.

once he finally manages to break free and get a little time to himself, steve finds himself a corner to keep to, a plate full of food being his excuse not to answer when a reporter comes his way. but that doesn't keep him from offering up a friendly smile whenever he spots anyone just as uncomfortable with the situation as he is.]

network.

ID: Steve Rogers

I've read the pamphlet, and asked more than a few questions already. But it seems like getting a straight answer here is next to impossible.

Could somebody please explain why we've been brought here. Us, specifically. There are plenty of people out there who deserve a second chance. If the porter has the ability to bring people here from other worlds, why not use that power to save the real heroes out there? The ones who've given their lives to protect others.

[t'challa. wanda. groot.

sam. bucky.]

Everything happens for a reason, so I don't buy this being an accident.

wildcard.

[feel free to reply with another starter, or hit me up at rebelled if you want something specific.]

network

[darkpants_warmfeeling]

[Steve Rogers. A name Jacob has seen on the Network before, more than once.]

Sorry to disappoint, sir. But no one knows why the Porter chooses the people it does. There are patterns, but no explanations. It's frustrating.

Finn Mertens | Adventure Time

[finnality]

A. Heropa

[Finn has just been challenged by a pack of roving teens! And he doesn't feel like he can turn them down. He can't have them cracking wise about them! So he answers their request while staring them down intently.]

Alright. You wanna get all dancy-pants? [He narrows his eyes.] Let's. Get. Dancy-pants.

[He then goes into some wiggly dance moves, before one of them shouts out to him that he'll need a partner for this to really count!]

B. Maurtia Falls

[Okay, Finn has deal with a fair number of gelatinous beings in his day. He's got this! At least, he hopes he does. But before resorting to fisticuffs, he feels like he should at least try for a peaceful solution. So he stands in the middle of the street, directly in the blob's path, and shouts out to it.]

Hey! You there! Um... would mind kinda regurgitating anyone alive in there and heading in a more uninhabited direction? Please and thank you!

[Unfortunately, the Yell-O beast does not seem to be moved by Finn's words. So the boy steels himself, and prepares for action...]

C. Nonah

[Finn's been dragged into one of those gala things. But, he's somehow manages to shake off the reporters and disiguised himself as a waiter. So he carries around a tray of brand name water bottles, and he's sure to bring that tray close to anyone who's being hassled.]

Uh... water! Get your water here! ...Wateriest water around! [He'll then whisper to whoever's being dogged by questions:] Pssst, you wanna bust outta here?

D. Jeopardy

[Finn was excited to sign up for a race! But now that he's actually reading over the rules, he has more of a flat stare going on.]

No offense, but this sounds kinda... super super sketch. [Try to talk him into it, or find some way to challenge the system? Or just go do something else!]

E. Wildcard

[Feel free to come up with something else!]

c

[bassriff]

[ marceline was pulled along to this, but she's in her human form to just. try. to go unnoticed. it hasn't worked super well. so hi finn. here's a dark-skinned girl in sunglasses with super long hair. she looks up when he speaks, nods and takes one, then.

wait.

she looks again. ]

Finn?

Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf

[threeisapattern]

De Chima

So... Stiles absolutely, 100% did not plan to do this stupid love guru tech whatever. What he actually wanted to do was make find out what was going on and then maybe make some snarky comments to the masses (or whoever's nearby) and then be on his way, but somehow, he ended up in the line to get scanned. Shockingly, he happens to have a 91% love match in the crowd, and he's squinting suspiciously at the picture and the coupon printed out for them. Whoever it is is probably nice and all, but 91%? He's calling bullshit. "Why do I get the feeling this whole thing is just a restaurant scam to get people using these coupons?"

Maurtia Falls

This is. This is the stupidest danger Stiles has ever witnessed. Like, this is the kind of shit he'd expect to see on the SciFy channel: a giant, oozing blob that eats people at roughly the pace of a speeding snail. Like, the fact that it's absorbing everything in its path is kind of scary, he guesses? But it's hard to take that seriously when it's so fricking slow.

Stiles is just kind of strolling on ahead of it, not even sure what he's supposed to be doing. Warning people? Helping people get away? "Watch out! This thing will kill us all really slowly at a rate of three inches per hour!"

Nonah

So, the thing is, it's actually really cool that Stiles is this celebrity by default now. Even though no one really knows him, they still recognize his tattoo and end up dragging him down the red carpet in jeans and a hoodie that somehow manages to be worn-out and faded despite the fact that he's acquired his entire wardrobe here in the past couple days. So it's kind of cool that he's walking a red carpet and getting pictures taken of him, but at the same time, it's also kind of overwhelming?

Whatever. Just pray you're not in the seat next to him when they actually get into the movie, because he is 100% running off his mouth in a snarky commentary under his breath.

De Chima

[posthitch]

The only thing that had even gained her attention here was the offer of coupons for food. Because Dira sees food as one of the best things about any location she finds herself at. If she can find good food and an effective location to observe people while eating said food, then she is content for the time. The fact that they were matched for something involving romantic affection and the probability of a long-term compatible relationship...she didn't care how inflated the numbers undoubtedly were.

"Isn't that the nature of capitalism? To convince people to spend money while convincing them they are gaining something in return, such a financial bargain?"

Vanitas | Kingdom Hearts

[darkcharge]

( De Chima )

[ The attention Vanitas is receiving from the flashes of cameras and people excitedly whispering is grating on his nerves. He's minding his own business and so should all the weaklings on the sidelines. As long as they keep their distance, he figures he can allow them their gawking.

But the masses can't be content with just that. It starts small, though. One person brave enough to approach the masked boy and snap a photo right in his face. Then one becomes three. Then five. Then there are enough bodies that Vanitas can feel his blood start to boil. The scanner someone has in their hand? Well one minute it's there and the next Vanitas is ripping it out of their hands and throwing it to the ground. Down comes his heal and he breaks it into sparking pieces. ]

Back off!

[ And if that isn't a deterrent, then maybe the tendrils of darkness and the small Floods appearing in their wake will. ]



( Maurita Falls )

[ It's the ups and downs of this place that has brought Vanitas here. Instead of the happier cities and people, this has potential. Vanitas practically thrives on negativity so really it's no small wonder. When he hears the initial screams of a crowd beginning to panic? Why not go and investigate?

Seeing the gooey blob, Vanitas almost loses interest right there. Then noticing how it's slowing devouring all within its wake? Isn't that something? But oh no he doesn't help anyone. Doesn't run away. Instead he finds a perch so he can watch. ]



( Wildcard )

[ You know what to do. I'll roll with whatever's given. ]

mf!

[pullsheavendown]

[It's a familiar figure that Vanitas might spot making his way down the street—not toward the commotion, at least not at first. Roxas is just on the way to the grocery store, because he wants to buy some frozen pot pies, not because he wants to fight a monster. But life has a way of getting in the way.]

Whoa!

[Turn a corner, nearly get run over by the feeling crowd, spot the blob monster—just another day in the life. When he recovers himself, he summons Oathkeeper in a flash, because that looks like something he'll have to deal with. Blizzard magic may do the trick and freeze that thing...if he's lucky.]

Robb Stark | A Song of Ice and Fire

[needsnoheadsman]

[de chima]

[Clearly, the best way to introduce a recently-dead and still shell-shocked imPort to this brand new world he’s found himself in is to drag him right into a date, straight off the bat. Robb privately doubts that this Love Match thing, whatever it is, is telling the truth about how compatible he is with anyone (he’s got private doubts anything is real), but a free lunch is a free lunch, and he’s exhausted enough to sigh and ask how he’s to use the coupon.

Listen, indoor plumbing is a novelty to him, all right, leave off.

Anyway: after the explanation he gets about the coupon, the organizer drags over another random imPort, while speaking so fast about the invention that Robb mostly tunes it out, staring off into the distance like he’s not all here. As soon as the organizer’s gone, the results have been printed and the other imPort has been seated, he finally looks over at them and just smiles a wan, tired, apologetic smile.]

To tell you the truth, I—wasn’t listening to most of what she said. Were you?

[maurtia falls]

[Well. Robb had been fairly certain up until this point that he was probably dreaming while bleeding out on the Twins’ stone floor, but now that he’s facing down a—a blob of some kind? He’s reconsidering that position.

It’s not hard to figure out that it’s nigh impossible to arrest the slow march of the goo by himself with just a longsword, so Robb focuses on getting people out of danger: he’s seen it swallowing cars and trees and pets whole, he’s not going to count on it being merciful enough to stop before a person. However, the path he’d been planning to take this time has just been blocked off by the oncoming march of the goo, and now he himself is trapped.

This is—not a great time. He backs up against a wall, heart racing in his chest. The damn goo already got his sword, so now he’s just backing up, panicking inside because he doesn’t want to die. This is a terrible way to go, and he’s already died at a wedding, he’s an expert in those now.

He takes a final step back.

The pavement suddenly freezes over under his foot, and the goo, which up until now had been near unstoppable, quite literally freezes as the ice spreads out. Soon enough, the ooze that had slowly begun filling this alleyway is just so much fragile, brittle ice.

And at the center of it is one very freaked-out Robb Stark.]

I—Did I do that?

[wild card]

[Have an idea for a scenario not covered by the above? This is the option for you! Alternately, hmu at robbstark.]

maurtia falls. catch me acting like i was never in this game w this character

[reek]

[ Maybe it isn’t hard for Robb to figure out that it’s impossible to take on the goo himself, but Theon has always been stubborn—and possibly a bit mad. He fires arrows at the blob, one by one, but he’s aiming like a blind man. It isn’t that his aim is poor. It’s that there’s nothing to aim at. Does this creature have a heart? Eyes? A gut? Any weak spots that might put it down? It doesn’t appear so, and he’s about to turn away out of boredom and frustration with the situation before the pavement beneath his feet freezes.

There’s a familiar voice, and his stomach twists into a hundred impossible knots as a sea of guilt rushes back to the forefront. For a brief moment, one would be hard pressed to say who looks more freaked out, but then Theon smirks. What else is he supposed to do? ]

Proven your house words to be true, Stark.

Ahsoka Tano | Star Wars

[snippings]

I. de chima

[What can she say? She was curious about this love match machine in a sort of competitive way where she wanted to prove it wrong, and absolutely knew she could do so. It's almost certainly fake, but that's what makes it fun, right?

So when the machine tells her that her compatibility with someone is 98%, she can't help laughing.]

Knew it. This thing's definitely fake. Or broken. Or both. [That's when she realizes maybe that isn't the best thing to say to someone you've just met, but come on! Jedi! It isn't happening! Still...] I mean, uh... it's not you, it's me? Seriously.

II. maurtia falls

[This thing isn't sentient. She's pretty sure this thing isn't sentient, at least. Either way, it's hurting people and someone needs to deal with it!

Ahsoka ignites her lightsabers and uses the Force to jump above the blob, landing right on top and slicing through with her sabers. The sabers do cut through, turning the blob into three pieces of blob, one on the side of each saber and one where she landed. Her landing, right... She might be starting to sink into the blob.

Well. This is great. It doesn't look like cutting the blob apart did much either, as now the pieces are just separately harassing people.]

III. nonah

[Ahsoka really doesn't want to be here at this gala, and it shows. While she'll admit there's something nice about being praised and called a hero and being appreciated for your work... this isn't that. And you know, she's not 14 anymore! She's matured a lot! She's 16! And this is just annoying.

As another reporter comes up, Ahsoka lifts a hand and concentrates.]

You don't want to ask me any questions.

[The reporter pauses for a moment, then looks confused. "Yes, I do? Wait, is that your power? How does it work?"]

Um, well... I...

[She looks around desperately for some sort of excuse or way to escape. Why did her mind trick have to fail now?]

nonah

[amarvel]

[In the short time Jean has been in this world she's come to realize that reporters are tenacious. She's learned she sometimes has to dig a little deeper to get them to leave her alone. So when she sees Ahsoka being harassed she decides to try and help her out. After a moment the reporter goes quiet then walks away in an almost robotic fashion.

She can't deny it feels good to use her powers like that, but she also knows it can be a slippery slope. She reminds herself that she can't always do those kinds of things to people, that doing so will make her no better than the likes of Magneto.

Once she has the reporter occupied with someone else, someone a little older and more confident about answering the questions they ask, she makes her way over to Ahsoka.]

Are you okay?

(bitty) Jean Grey | X-Men

[amarvel]

DE CHIMA.
[The natives of this world are persistent when it comes to anything imPort related. If they realized someone doesn’t belong they get a little pushy about getting them to show off their powers or trying to market some gimmicky device to them. It’s certainly a change of pace from a world that hates mutants, one that Jean isn’t sure she’s quite used to just yet. At least she doesn’t mind playing along.

So when one woman approaches her about this match making-machine and tries to get her to come over and match up with some stranger she doesn’t try to change her mind. Although it’s quickly clear the thing is rigged to give everyone a good match.]

Oh, look at that, a match. [She says as turns to her random partner, not sounding the least bit surprised as they’re both handed coupons for a meal.]

MAURTIA FALLS.
[Despite the differences of this world, some things remain the same. Such as giant gelatinous monsters attacking a city.

Jean is quick to jump into action, taking to the air and trying to form some kind of mental link to the blob to find out what it wants and maybe persuade it to stop. Unfortunately, she finds nothing she can reason with.]

The hard way it is. [She mutters as flies ahead to warn people to get out of the blobs path. She uses her telekinesis to move people if needed. All the while trying to formulate a plan for dealing with it.]

WILDCARD.
[Feel free to come up with whatever for any city.]

maurtia falls

[yaoihands]

[ There are a lot of things Hank doesn't know about this world, and one thing he does. There's a giant monster threatening innocent people, and Jean's already fighting it. It's a no-brainer that he should be helping, though how exactly to do that isn't as clear. ]

Have any ideas, Jean? Making physical contact with this...membranous matter would go against my recommendations. Sadly, I've misplaced my giant-sized box of tissues!

[ If only Scott were here, he'd figure something out. Hank goes for his first thought, tearing off the hood of a car to use as a barrier to push the blob back, but as he feared, it quickly absorbs it into itself. So, that's a test completed with unsatisfactory results. ]

Data-Sora | Kingdom Hearts

[unglitch]

DE CHIMA

[ Everything this digital version of Sora has seen so far doesn't ring familiar to him. He knows he has some missing memories, but even so, he would feel some sort of recognizable sensation in his heart. It's not like that here.

It might not have exactly clicked with him yet that he's in the outside world now. As a real human, no longer a bunch of zeros and ones. He's expecting to hear Mickey's voice in his head or up in the sky, to assure him that he's there in spirit, that he's there to help. That voice has been absent for a long while.

Instead, the sort of voices he hears are the swarms of citizens excited by his presence. The camera flashes are disorienting. It takes him a moment before he manages to muster up a smile and wave to his new fans.

After brushing past the many citizens, he's suddenly roped into trying a new invention. Some sort of machine for scanning his Closest Love Match? He's too embarrassed to try this, but it's too late now. The printed result for him and the nearest individual is: 90%? How surprising! ]

That high of a percentage, seriously? Woah, that's pretty good... but, uh... sorry, I'm not actually looking for a date.

[ Lightly scratching the side of his cheek with his finger, he lets out an awkward laugh. Perhaps there is a digital somebody already for him in digital Destiny Islands for his little data heart?!? ]

Hey! We can still have lunch together. That's what friends do too, right?

MAURTIA FALLS

[ The gelatinous creature grows bigger and bigger as it devours everything in its path. There have been far worse monsters that Sora has gone up against (which he unfortunately doesn't clearly remember most of them from his previous datascape adventures.) But some people are in trouble and someone has to do something. As slow as it is, the citizens can't have the giant blob sticking around forever.

Immediately, he jumps into action by summoning his keyblade and advances, rushing in the opposite direction of the fleeing crowd. Swinging his keyblade at the blob doesn't do much at all. Regardless, he keeps trying.

Jumping at the creature while trying to strike it is a bad idea, because now he finds himself landing about two-feet deep in goo. His legs are trapped. ]

Ugh! I'm stuck!

WILDCARD

[ I'm open for any other prompt ideas if you have any! ]

maurtia faaaaaaalls!!

[heartslight]

[ Kairi spots the blob, too, and is sure that she needs to do something about it. Even if it's only a little. She may not have any Keyblade training under her belt yet, but she's going to try!!

So she summons her Keyblade and rushes to do something, before she's ... stopped in her tracks seeing a small boy jump at it and get his legs stuck. And it does not take her long at all to recognize who he is. At least, sort of who he is. Because. What. ]

... Sora?

[ Well ... this is new. But it's not like she can just ignore his predicament. ]

H-Hold on, I'll get you out!

[ If she ... can ... ]