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get ya butt over here
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.
As you walk around, you'll notice that all of the printed words on sign shops, newspapers, etc., are all backwards. That's thanks to a powered individual's idea of a joke -- inconvenience everyone by switching letters around. Every street sign, every storefront lettering ... it's rather strange.
The effects will only last a day, but will you try to figure out what's going on? Ignore it? Or maybe catch the individual in the act again and stop them?
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.
Want to try out one of the newest wonders of technology? Put on a pair of AirWalker boots, manufactured by CloudCo Engineering! These pieces of footwear are clunky, but they do exactly as they're named. Put them on, and you can climb up into the sky like you're stepping on invisible stairs! Of course, climbing down again isn't so easy, and there have been reports of people panicking as they find themselves stepping higher and farther away from the sidewalk demo kiosk! Will you help them, hero, or are you the one in need?
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...
Enter THE BOOGIE WOOGIE MAN, an apparent Starkian metahuman who will boogie woogie bugle boy you down to company nine. Trumpet in hand, lips blue with determination and maybe a little power amping, he's directing his apocalyptic sound waves at Maurtia Falls First National Bank. A thunderous boom explodes, an earthquake of a noise, and the bricked storefront of that bank crumbles. The facade is obliterated, the bank interior exposed. It's not hard to put this one together, hero: bad guy and a bank, and the innocent civilians he doesn't seem to notice before the path of his sound and fury.
But you notice. You notice the screaming little boy who got separated from his father, you notice the little dog who was walking with its owner along the outside of the street now fleeing without human accompaniment. You noticed some of the brick debris blown off the building facade is now tumbling back to earth -- and right at you.
Boogie Woogie Man takes another breath.
04. Nonah, North Carolina, is the liveliest of all cities; loud, busy and there's always some kind of energy in the air that gets everyone buzzing with excitement.
Today, in a downtown park, a huge crowd is attempting to set a Guinness record for the largest number of people playing a game of Truth or Dare at once. If you're just passing by and aren't interested in games, better walk fast, because you're likely to get pulled in to join. But there's one catch—a local metahuman is using their power of compulsion to make it extremely difficult to say no to answering a truth or performing a dare! But maybe you'll get lucky and won't receive one you don't want to do?
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.
Despite the weird constant hum and the creepy cultish bingo, Jeopardy is usually a pretty calm place. A safe place. But not today. Today, someone has released a couple hundred tiny praying-mantis-like robots into the city, and the place is in chaos. Shops are closed up early because though these little destructive creatures don't have bullets, they do have some weird arm appendages that like to just crunch everything in existence. Like a locus swarm of cockatoos, anything made of wood or plastic is being crunched up and left for scrap. But at less than six inches high apiece, rounding them up is proving extremely difficult. Luckily, the mayor in her wisdom is giving out titanium nets to any imPort who wants to help round up the trouble makers. And, in the spirit of the city, she's offering the imPort that catches the most robots a free meal for two in the swanky Radiation Galley - Jeopardy's top tier, five star restaurant.
Get catchin', imPorts!
Anthy Himemiya | Revolutionary Girl Utena
[ Anthy's free drink of choice is a hot tea with lemon. She sits at the bar in the wide window of a local cafe, reading the local paper while she sips. Are the letters all mixed up on said paper? Yes. Does Anthy seem the least bit fussed about it? Nope.
Granted, she doesn't seem like she's getting very far very quickly. If one watches her long enough, she's not turning pages. If one watches her closely, they may see that her eyes aren't even moving across the jumbled words before her. She's pretending, and not especially well.
Beside her on the counter, her animal companion Chu-Chu is munching away contentedly on a sugar cookie, courtesy of the same barista that handed Anthy her tea. ]
Oh, my. This is very unusual, isn't it? I wonder what's happened.
Nonah
[ While she's hoped a spot of green in this city would be a peaceful affair, the park is also practically crammed full of people. Once she sees the crowd, she attempts to pivot and leave. They close in quickly, however, somehow, and she's swept up, momentarily overwhelmed. ]
E-excuse me. No, thank you. I'd rather not play right now.
[ As tends to be the habit of people, however... They don't listen. And there's something-- Something in the air here isn't right. The best she can do is try to steady herself, though onlookers may realize the tension in her form. How can she get out of this without a fuss, because she'd really like to. ]
I'm sorry, I... I don't understand the rules.
Jeopardy
[ This is really quite a charming town, isn't it?
Whether or not it would be more charming without the robotic mantises, she really can't say. They may be more interesting as a plague of real mantises and a little more harmless, but she doesn't seem particularly interested in scooping them up and stopping their path of destruction.
Instead, she's sitting on a park bench in the twilight, glasses catching the light from a nearby lamppost, watching while Chu-Chu tries (rather unsuccessfully) to catch one of the robots with his own, miniature net. The net's too small to scoop up the mechanical mantis, which mostly results in Chu-Chu half-wrangling it only to get dragged until he grapples himself free again.
Now and again, Anthy laughs lightly. ] Oh, Chu-Chu, I think he's just going to keep getting the better of you!
Heropa
The sight of a little animal on the counter, though—that catches his attention.]
Um...do you know there's a mouse eating your cookie?
[Wait, is it even a mouse? He squints.]
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he's only caught up in the edges of the crowd, fortunately, and is about to slip away when she notices there's a girl her age in the thick of it, who also seems to be looking for a way out.
Fuu holds in a sigh, works herself further in until she can catch the other girl's eye, and offer a quick, conspiratorial smile.]
If I ask you "truth or dare," I think I can turn either answer into a way out.
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Jeopardy
It's too late for regrets now. It's mantis catching time! She swings her net through the air, and through the swarm of tiny metallic bodies, she sees a familiar sight: A girl with purple hair and glasses sitting on a park bench, smiling at a small creature causing mischief around her.]
Himemiya...?
[All she can do is gawk, and her jaw drops- OH GOD. A MANTIS JUST FLEW IN HER MOUTH She chokes and spits it out before it can latch onto her tongue, and swats them away from her face as she sprints towards the bench]
Himemiya!
[It's Utena. She's a few years older now, and the uniform she was so proud of has been traded for jeans and an old button up shirt, but it's still Utena.]
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alan zaveri | russian doll
[ The city of Heropa, Florida, does in fact seem just like the kind of place you may see on a travel brochure -- a small, friendly community where everybody knows each other -- and that's exactly why Alan feels so disoriented by it. This looks like the kind of place people come to retire, to get away from it all, not where you end up after you die.
Actually, though, purgatory looking like Florida would make a lot of sense.
Not knowing what else to do, he goes through the motions, accepting all the free drinks he's offered (one, then another, then another... and another...) until his walking becomes decidedly unsteadier, and his mood decidedly better. Not happier, necessarily, but it's much easier to look around Heropa with groggy interest and wonder once you've had a few and are now sipping a large milkshake through a straw, as opposed to being sober, confused, and on the brink of total and utter shit-flipping distress. This is fine.
He blinks at once of the street signs, squinting at it as he takes another sip of milkshake. The words and names are all just a bit too fucked up for his tipsy brain to comprehend, or even determine what exactly is off about them in specific, but regardless, he's calm about it. ]
Why can't I read anymore...?
➺ maurtia falls
[ If this had happened back home, Alan would definitely be dead already. He recognizes this. Frankly, the strangest part about not being killed immediately by this explosion is that he has more of an opportunity to focus on the people around him this time, the other potential victims and casualties. True that there's probably not really much he can do to change their fates, not if he's still trapped in the same repetitive cycle he's been stuck in and is now going to have to keep watching this bank blow up again and again, dozens and dozens more times. But...
Well, this is already different, isn't it, starting with the fact he's no longer in New York. He's not standing on the roof or in front of his bathroom mirror, and Nadia is so far utterly MIA-- all things he is deeply, deeply disturbed by and uneasy over, but not things he should be focused on right this second. Alan looks up, seeing that the only reason he hasn't already been struck dead by falling bricks is because somehow, time has stopped*. Fucking... bizarre. Everything just keeps breaking.
Everything is still and silent, but he can move, so he does. He picks up the child and moves him what Alan can only hope will be far enough away from the blast -- because too far might make it difficult for the parents to find him again in the anticipated chaos -- and then keeps going, leaving the child by a bench still in view of the bank and walking as quickly in the opposite direction as he can. When the time-pause power wears off (because that's what happened, it's one of his powers, not that he knows it yet) Alan recoils slightly as if he just walked into a window, struck by the sudden noise and motion. To anyone close by it must seem like he came out of nowhere. ]
What? [ What the fuck was all that? Maybe he can still play it cool. ] Um-- did you hear that explosion just now?
➺ nonah
[ Alan has absolutely no interest in getting involved in a public Truth or Dare game with strangers, so it's a mystery even to him why he's going along with it. He tried to just walk quickly past, he really did, but lacking his headphones to drown out the rest of the world's noise, once invited he finds himself... compelled to participate, even if he can't possibly explain it.
As dared, he approaches another passing imPort, posture rigid as ever, expression some mixture of dreamy and determined. The compulsion feels a little less strong the further he gets from the crowd, but not so weak as to leave him entirely. He still has to go through with it, he's just far more self-aware again of how much he doesn't want to. ]
Hello. I'm Alan. Would you mind autographing my forehead? [ He winces. ] Sorry. I don't why I-- this is why I hate Truth or Dare.
➺ wildcard
[ Choose your own adventure! Feel free to just throw me a starter, or PM if you'd rather discuss it! ]
heropa
Hey! Hey Alan! What the fuck, man!
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Jean Grey | X-Men
[Jean is passing by the demo kiosk when cries of help from above can be heard. She sighs and looks to the person manning the kiosk.]
I think there are a few kinks you need to work out of those shoes.
[With that said, she floats up to help out the poor person who can't get down.]
It's okay, I have you.
MAURTIA FALLS.
[Why is it that so many people decide to turn to a life of criminal activity the moment they gain powers? It was almost like being back home.
Before the Boogie Woogie Man can finish taking a breath Jean fires off a psychic suggestion at him,] «SLEEP!» [maybe a tad too angry and forceful.
A moment after she quick throws up a bubble shield to protect her and anyone that might happen to be nearby from the falling debris. The bricks bounce and roll safely off the bubble and to the ground, stirring up more dust.]
JEOPARDY.
Oh, c'mon. [Jean clearly picked the wrong day to visit Jeopardy. She just wanted to see what was up with the weird city and, well, she can't say she's exactly disappointed. Just annoyed.
She's quick to jump in on the action, however. She can't very well let the city be destroyed by the weird little bots. While the nets are probably helpful, she decides to take a more destructive approach by crushing as many of the mechanical mantis-like machinations as possible.]
WILDCARD.
[Feel free to come up with whatever for any city.]
@ de chima
Drop them? I can catch.
[ Wanda gives a smile to the younger Jean than the one she'd met here over a year ago. Not that she's quite pieced together that this is a Jean yet, but. ]
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Stephanie Brown | DC Comics
[It was one latte. One. How did it turn into this?
She had been enjoying a drink in a coffee shop when all the signs changed.It's not exactly the usual villain hijinks, but Steph had been about to try and find the perpetrator when... she noticed the shop's owner frantically erasing and rewriting menu boards. She offered to help and-
Other local businesses heard. Apparently they liked her handwriting too. So now, she's just sitting with a bunch of free food as she works through a huge pile of signs. Her hand is absolutely cramping.]
There you go, Mr. ... Jones, yeah. No worries! It's no, no problem at all.
II. nonah
[Honestly, being a teenage vigilante gets in the way of you doing normal teenager stuff. Sure, she had gotten a lot of Spin the Bottle and Truth or Dare before and even during her time as Spoiler, but it's still a bit nostalgic for her. So, she jumps in, figuring what's the worst that could happen? Then it's her turn.]
Dare.
[She confidently declares because truth is not a Bat thing.]
III. jeopardy
[Hell yes, she won the grand prize. Gathering all those bugs was annoying and she definitely wanted to stomp on them a few times, but it was done! She won! She won... a dinner for two. How romantic. And how fitting for her, very much single in an alternate universe where she doesn't know anyone! Once she's been given the gift certificate for the dinner, she looks around for someone else who had been trying for the prize. Might as well enjoy it together, right?]
Hey, would you- okay, first off, this is going to sound weird and I promise it's not a date probably, but- would you wanna get dinner? Cause... [she looks to her Free Dinner Paper and back to potential date] Why not?
IV. network; id: batgirl
Hey!
Just testing the waters here. Obviously I am a big fan of bats if the username didn't tip you off, so if there are any other bat enthusiasts, HMU!
jeopardy
she had managed to miss most of the robot...bug...whatever this is, and now--
she freezes in her tracks when she hears that voice. cass turns her head, eyes wide. it's her. it's really her. cass swallows a lump in her throat, trying to get the words to line up correctly, and utterly failing. so. ]
Steph?
[ ... nailed it. for her part, glasses and a turtleneck with a suit jacket aren't really the sort of thing she would have worn back in gotham, but.
steph it's chagirl. ]
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network; id: kirk langstrom
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network id: honeybadger
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network;
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not here
Jeopardy
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network; private; id tim
private
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network id: unbeatable squirrel girl
id: oracle
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Vanya Hargreeves ☂️ The Umbrella Academy
[ Being brought to a different version of Earth is strange enough, but suddenly being the center of adoring attention for having powers? That's an entirely new realm of fantastic that is quickly becoming completely incomprehensible to Vanya Hargreeves. Is this what her siblings had experienced during their childhood? Is this what it would have felt like if she'd been a part of the Umbrella Academy?
It certainly makes it a little easier to understand her siblings, at least. She's always had a solid grasp of what their father's treatment had molded them into becoming, but this world was opening new doors of comprehension. Not that it'll do her much good now, all things considered.
She's passing by that sidewalk kiosk, politely declining the offer to try out the boots on display, when she hears the cries for help from above from someone who hadn't made the same choice. There's a moment where Vanya is a bit paralyzed, indecision making her legs feel like lead, but then she realizes there's no time for that. Someone needs help. Her help.
She'd always wanted to help during fights, but without powers or training, she'd simply been too much of a liability — as her siblings had so recently reminded her. Even now in this place she's too uncertain to try using her abilities just yet, so instead she looks around quickly before spotting a nearby window that just might do the trick. ]
Hang on, I'm coming to you!
00.03 MAURTIA FALLS ☂️ spoilers for end of season!
[ Starting over is never easy, but Vanya's been trying. A new life without the shadow of her family hanging over her, and without the weight of her father's secrets that shaped every aspect of her life. She isn't Number Seven here, she's just Vanya Hargreeves...
Except for today. Today, she has to be The White Violin. (How weird is it that she finally has a code name?)
She'd been on the way to meet someone to discuss arranging private lessons, violin case in hand, when the commotion catches her attention. Of course it does, how could it not? It's incredibly chilling to watch the destructive nature of powers so like her own... Which only serves to spur her into action even quicker. Crouching down, she sets the case on the ground, popping it open and quickly withdrawing the beautiful instrument that is now the color of crisp white snow. With bow placed to string, a long note sounds among the chaos, and as she focuses on that sound her skin pales and the iris of her eyes whitens. ]
I don't think so.
[ The soft words fall from her lips as the invisible blow strikes the villain of the day, knocking him back before his own note can burst forth. ]
00.04 NONAH ☂️
[ If you're raised to believe that nothing about you is special, if the benchmark is extraordinary, what do you do if you're not? You learn to live as best you can. That's what Vanya Hargreeves has done her entire life as the only one of Reginald Hargreeves' adopted children to not be a member of the renowned Umbrella Academy. Positively average in every aspect of her life, she's struggled toward excellence each day and tried to accept when it just wasn't possible.
But no one here knows that. Those comic books don't exist here, her memoior isn't cluttering up bargain bins in bookstores, and she might have a real chance of forging her own path here. If she can just manage to escape this ridiculous game of Truth or Dare before spilling too many secrets or sharing uncomfortable truths. ]
I'm sorry, what was the question?
00.00 WILDCARD ☂️
[ Catch Vanya out in the wild! Toss a thing my way or PM me to chat about possibilities. ]
Nonah
Yet she was an adult- did she remember? There was only one way to find out.]
I think what my sister means is that your question is stupid and you should go away. And no, I don't want to play, I would rather eat glass.
[The questioner looked offended as they moved away but his attention was on Vanya now.]
Let's find a place to get a decent coffee. You have no idea how hard it is to get a good cup of coffee like this even after I tell them it's not going to stunt my growth.
[He knew that for a fact.]
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James Bond - Bond films
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Nonah
[ ooc: will match brackets or prose! ]
Maurtia Falls
And he's had time to make sure his pistol's in good shape. Wolfwood takes a moment as he aims to consider the trajectory of the blond man's punches. Then he shoots the trumpet.
Maybe that helps?]
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Laura Kinney | Wolverine - Marvel 616
[Laura's curiosity had gotten the better of her when it came to the 'walking on air' shoes, and frankly the trip up had been pretty worth it. The fact that she couldn't seem to walk down now that she was a good forty feet above the ground was definitely a problem, though.]
[After a minute or so of trying, and failing, to step down, she had just popped out a claw and cut through the edges of the shoes, shorting out whatever was keeping her aloft. Down she came, and anyone nearby would be treated to the unpleasant cracking splat of a body hitting the pavement. She was perfectly still for thirty seconds or so before she her eyes fluttered open and she slowly rolled onto her back with a groan.]
The shoes need work.
[She commented at the sky as she lay there waiting for her bones to knit back together...]
Maurtia Falls
[Laura had just enough time to pop her claws out and slam them into street in front of her before the chaotic sound from the Boogie Woogie Man washed over her. The claws held her in place, even as the street tore itself up around her, but it didn't save her from the rain of debris from the nearby building, and she had just enough time to let out a shout before she was buried in masonry.]
[She was only out for a few seconds, but the way she had fallen meant the pile of building material on top of her was making it very difficult to, well, move...]
[Hopefully someone had noticed and was going to give her a hand digging herself free before the crazy musician turned his bugle on her again.]
Nonah
[Laura hadn't meant to get swept up in the crowd of truth or dare people, but before she knew it she was surrounded, and short of clawing her way free, there didn't seem to be any way to escape.]
[It was a stupid game, really. But from the way people kept frowning at her when she didn't answer them, she had a feeling it wasn't going to go too well if she kept not participating.]
[Finally she just rolled her eyes and sighed. Oh whatever.]
Truth.
[Why not.]
Jeopardy
[*Snikt*! Laura's claw popped out, stabbing through a space in the titanium net and into the bug robot she had just caught. With a spark and a sizzle, the little machine went still. She fetched it out of the net and tossed it into a trashbag that was slowly filling up with the machines.]
[That made fifteen. Who knew how many more, though? This was going to take forever.]
Can you help?
[She asked another import she saw passing by.]
Otherwise this will take all day.
Wildcard
[Toss a starter this way, I can roll with it! Or PM me if you like and we can work something out.]
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Somebody screams and he looks up just in time to see the body fall and hit the ground.
The coffee and book hit the ground, he's pushing through with a shout of "I'm a doctor!" and is still clearing the crowd, hands already glowing with his power, when the girl moves and rolls over.
That shouldn't be possible. But shock can do that to a person. He kneels down, extending his hand and talking as he scans over her body for injuries. ]
It's going to be okay, just stay still. I'm going to heal you- [ he stops short, seeing her face and hearing her voice, his hand freezes above her arm. ] Laura?
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Erik Lehnsherr | X-men movies
[This is a new one. He's seen a lot of things in his lifetime, but never has every single written word been backwards. He can work the words out well enough, given enough time, but what he doesn't know is how they got that way.
Which is what he's contemplating when he stands outside a building with POHS EEFFOC emblazoned across the window, peering at the words through a pair of sunglasses he rounded up somewhere. He doesn't know if he should trust this.]
Jeopardy
[He hasn't been here long enough to think of this place as home, or the people as anything much more than strangers, and he doesn't much care one way or the other what happens to any of it beyond the fact that he lives here. But tiny robots abound, and it's not their destruction that he cares about but the opportunity to stretch some metaphorical muscles that haven't seen much use in a decade.
He's coming for you, tiny robots.
He's coming for you with his titanium net floating in front of him and both hands waving through the air, directing the robots inside the net.]
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"Hi." She says, nearly out of breath and a wide smile on her face.
Welp.
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Rokudo Mukuro | Katekyo Hitman Reborn
[Coffee, iced to an antarctic chill and sweetened with the sins of the last ten thousand years, had been Mukuro's drink of choice when offered-- and how he enjoyed it. It had been months since he had properly eaten or drank anything for nourishment, and the blasphemous drink was a rare pleasure that he hadn't anticipated.
Either his senses were heightened, or the drink was just that good. He wasn't certain any longer, but it was no matter.
...The jumbled letters on the signage around town was another story. Those who paid attention to the teenager's explorations around the city would notice that he would at times stop and study the misspelled words with an intense look of concentration on his face-- as if he were attempting to make right what was wrong.
--When asked, he would laugh.]
I have no idea what you're talking about.
Maurtia Falls
[He shouldn't care.
Disasters caused by powerful men and their greed happened all the time, in his experience. He himself had been dealt a rotten hand by mafia scientists who felt they could hold the powers of gods in their hands-- and he had personally seen them pay for such hubris.
--He shouldn't care.
Disasters happened all the time.
But--
A child. A dog. They weren't part of this. They were bystanders and nothing more, not unlike Sawada Tsunayoshi's school friends who kept. getting. in. trouble.
It was no matter when he was the cause of the trouble. It was another when someone else was playing on the field.
When the debris came tumbling down, he acted without thought-- calling forth on his illusory powers granted by the Mist's flames to create pillars of fire that burned hot enough to incinerate the debris.]
Don't just stand there, do something!
[He called to the nearest useful person around. The illusion's flame was quickly depleted-- and Mukuro fell to his knees, breathing heavily.]
Dammit... [He cursed under his breath. It seemed that his time in prison had left his body weaker than he realized.
--But there was no time. There was another blast of sound.
And Mukuro didn't have the strength to react quick enough.]
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Maurtia Falls
At least until the other imPort falls to his knees, and the Boogieman's trumpet is about to sound, and Shun finds himself moving just as the sound wave hits the building yet again. He is quick enough to reach Muruko in time to grab him by the back of his cloths and yank him out of the way of any falling debris while still holding onto the child.
He keeps his eyes on the idiot with the trumpet while his right hand lets go of the other imPort, so he can run it absently over the boy's head. His breathing is harsher than he would like, he's tense and in his mind's eyes he sees an entirely different city rising around him.
A different fight, a different battlefield.
He takes a deep breath before finally addressing the other with a growl.]
Get up. This is no place to lie down and die.
[Because that are the options they have, here, on the battlefield. In war. Fight or die. There's nothing else.]
Shun Kurosaki | Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V
[Shun sees – he can't not see, not since coming here. He still finds himself get distracted by every slightest movement in the corner of his perception; partly because of those cursed powers that he had been saddled with, but well… part is definitely just reflex from the dimensional war.
He can't unsee that either.
Right now, he sprints forward, just a tick faster than anyone else that might have seen the crying boy, grunting as both arms closes around the child, turning to break both their fall. A second after he hits the ground, the debris crash down right where the boy was standing right before, and upon seeing it the child sobs even louder.
Shun doesn't pay attention to the debris, he'll be fast enough to dodge the next one too, he's sure. Instead he puts the boy on his feet – gentler than one would expect of someone with Shun's looks and age maybe – then starts whispering assurances to the child who's still clinging to his coat.]
It's going to be okay, calm down. I promise, it will be okay.
[His voice doesn't falter from the calm tone he's taken, even as another of the Boogie Man's sound waves echoes over the area, even as he looks up to glare at the enemy. He'll have to take him down, somehow, he knows… but not while the child is still clinging to him.
A little help would be welcome about right now, even from a loner like Shun.]
[ B – Nonah ]
[Shun finds that he hates compulsions. Especially truth compulsions – because really, he doesn't want to play this utterly pointless game. And he certainly doesn't want to answer the question he's just been asked: Would you rather have a sibling or a pet?
Yet, the compulsion is stronger than even Shun's steeled will and iron strength, so he finds himself answering.]
Sibling.
[His hand clenches, and he can't help but add.]
I'd do anything to get my sister back. Anything.
[…Somehow it doesn't sound like he's talking about being separated from her by being here.]
[ C – Network | anon text ]
Is there a point in any of this?
This world, or the others… is there any point continuing anywhere when all that you knew and cared for is gone?
[ D – Hold Up Your Wildcard ]
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Sherlock Holmes | SH!2009
[ Gone are all his painstakingly assembled notes, his monographs, his research, his very frame of reference for so many things. All of it is utterly useless here in the 21st century. Social order has changed, work and the division of labor itself has changed, the role of women has changed; art and fashion, politics and religion, science and industry have all changed, for better or for worse, he'd like to find out.
There is a new puzzle now, its pieces scattered and in need of sorting, study, and eventual assembly.
...which he'll get right to in a trice, once his surroundings are no longer under serious assault by a madman with a– a– trumpet?
Sherlock wastes zero time in hurling himself backward over the hood of a parked car, sheltering against the wheel well while the pavement where he once stood is pelted with debris.
Oh, another imPort has had the same idea to take cover behind the same vehicle, as the villainous bugler sets his sights on the wide open bank foyer next. ]
Lovely weather we're having. [ The poor sap stuck with him gets a quick, wry grin, as Sherlock sets to making a hasty sling out of a kerchief. ] If you would be so kind as to hand me that piece of brick?
❧ Nonah
[ Sherlock finds his brow wrinkling in mild consternation at the question asked of him. He's fond of games, tending to tilt his hat toward those tricky and entirely satisfying games of the mind, not parlour games.
Still, he feels an unidentifiable pull to participate, and so asks, ]
What are the rules?
❧ Bonus Round: Nonah
[ He's getting a damn violin.
Tracking one down takes him a little while, requiring the (brief) assistance of a helpful citizen in locating a music shop near the city center. It's terribly grand in size, just as it all feels rather cheap, the scale of the place strangely not large enough to make it seem less crowded.
To one end, selections of pianos left ignored for the moment, and practice rooms to rent for private tutors beyond the sad rows, where the thin walls can't entirely block out the unhappy caterwauling of a young woodwind player mid-lesson. Dear boy, whatever did that poor clarinet do to you?
At the other end, past racks and rows of everything from sheet music to necessary instrument accessories, a wall is devoted to guitars of every shape and size conceivable, beautiful acoustic examples in polished rosewood, their electric-powered cousins all sharper lines and wild colors. Another wall boasts their other stringed instruments for sale, and then he promptly stops caring about what the rest of the shop has to offer; he's seen all he needs to, anyway.
The sticker shock is something he trusts he'll get past eventually. Probably. He thinks mournfully of his Strad at home, so fortunate a find and purchased for only a few shillings, well-loved and perfect.
In the modern American parlance, he ought to "suck it up". ]
Madam? I would like to try this one.
[ Six violins and one harried shopkeeper later, he feels he's getting a little closer to settling on something. Nothing will be perfect, but it will make do. So, tucking number seven beneath his chin, happy in the quick warmup to find he doesn't have to spend an additional few minutes painstakingly tuning the damn thing, Sherlock begins to play.
He'd read his file, sneered a little at it and its neat summation of abilities the Powers That Be claimed he had been gifted with on arrival. Music can be a truly transcendental experience, to be sure, but possessing mystical, even healing powers? Ridiculous.
Some of those fortunate enough to be within hearing range of his impulsive Paganini solo, however, will find that is exactly the case. It's not strong by any means, maybe they find themselves healed of recent bruises and aches, maybe they're inexplicably buoyed up and out of a dark mood, but it's definitely noticeable.
Satisfied with the sound quality, he leaves off in the middle of the piece, perfectly ignorant of its affect. ]
I will take it.
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maurtia falls.... u got his voice good bud im love it
ugh.
he takes the brick, as asked, and hands it over.]
I could just smash him, [he bitches, in an accent that wouldn't be out of place in bristol.] I should just smash him. You have good aim, right? There's not many bricks around here!
[a beat. he looks at the buildings surrounding them, that are all made of bricks.]
...Loose ones, I mean.
ty tyyyyy!
i rewatched these films for fun recently so im just.. ,, wheeze
Adora | She-Ra 2018
[Adora isn't really sure what the heck is going on, but she's happy to go out and explore a bit. Free drink in hand, something bright neon pink and fizzy, she hits the bricks, just checking things out, marveling at her first real look at a modern city.
Stopping outside one shop, she just casually peers at the signage...and blinks.]
Skoob? What the heck is a Skoob? This looks like a book store...
Maurtia Falls
[Bad guy and Bank? Yeah, that's a problem. But little boy now freaking out and in danger? That is an even bigger problem. The dog is a dog, and it seems smart enough to stay the heck away for the moment, but the kid? That's bad. The dog's owner is going to need help too, and that's a goal, but the kid is the one in the most immediate danger.
With no time to transform, Adora rushes to the rescue. Boots thudding on the pavement, she leaps clear of the falling rubble, grabbing the boy and tumbling out of the way.]
Don't worry, I got you. You'll be okay!
[Maybe a little help would be good right about now though...]
Nonah
[A game is a game, and Adora is happy to be a part of this. She jumped right into the crowd, ready to mingle, meet people, and have a good time. There's just one hitch: She has no idea what the rules are. So, when she hears the question...Truth or Dare...she just sort of stares at whoever's asked her.]
...Huh?
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Re: Adora | She-Ra 2018
Well, not so much what "skoobs" is, more how it would go if she tried reading "Seitic Owt Fo Elat A" as it's displayed in the window (would the guillotine go back up?) but in the more general sense.]
Perhaps it would start at the happy ending and then go back to when things are just starting to get bad? [She smiles.] This is the third shop I've found that looks like this. It seems to be spreading.
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Nonah! HI HI WELCOME :D
\o/ Hello! I lied, I had time.
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Squirrel Girl / Doreen Green, Marvel comics
[ So Squirrel Girl already has crazy-good jumping skills, and the kind of agility that means running along rooftops and scaling enormous trees is no big deal. Heights aren’t a huge novelty for her in the same way that they are for most people, so while she sees the appeal of those rad-as-hell boots, she doesn’t test them out for herself.
... it’s a good thing she sticks around for the demonstration though, because oh dang whoever invented these forgot to include an easy way to get down, which seems like a really important design element ! What the heck, De Chima! SG leaps to the top of a nearby telephone pole and hollers at whoever’s ascending to the skies. ]
Hey! Over here! Need a ride down? Also, how do you feel about jumping from great heights?
Maurtia Falls
[ The one thing that Bugle Boy here isn’t expecting is a small, furry distraction, and he lets out an undignified shriek and drops the trumpet as Tippy-Toe the squirrel skitters up his pant leg. Squirrel Girl, who is both absolutely in her element and very upset at all the property damage and endangering of innocent lives, gives Tippy a thumbs up. ]
Thanks Tips, you’re the best! And as for you, what the heck, I can think of a million less destructive ways to make a friggin’ bank withdra—!
[ At this point, she glances up, mutters “oh, nuts”, and is rudely interrupted by a pile of bricks upside the head. While she isn’t really hurt, she is knocked down, and could use a hand up! ]
Nonah
[ Doreen Green, who doesn’t have a giant obvious squirrel tail, isn’t in costume, and totally doesn’t fight crime what are you talking about hahaha, should probably be a little more cautious about this game. She’s already honest to a fault, apart from one or two big secrets, but most of the questions are pretty innocent, and she’s down for whatever dares they throw at her. THis’ll be fine! Right? Right!, ]
Uhh... right, ok, worst date I ever had was with a guy named Brad, long story short, he was a jerk who didn’t believe in superheroes and he got kidnapped by Moleman for like ten minutes.
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[Oh great, they've teamed up before! Gabby beams and stabs the shoes, shorting out the mechanism and sending her careening towards the ground.]
Sounds good! Catch meeeee!!
[Move fast she did not wait for Squirrel Girl to get into position here.]
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Nicholas D. Wolfwood | Trigun Maximum
[So this is Earth. This is the planet they left behind. That the people he's now left behind will, hopefully, someday return to. If they win.
Wolfwood's bothered, of course, by being expected to serve some cause he didn't choose (been there, done that, shot the man responsible). He recognizes that he should probably be prioritizing getting new clothes, considering his current suit is riddled with bullet holes and bloodstains. And he definitely ought to be contemplating the metaphysical implications of resurrection. He can think about all that in a little bit. He's on Earth. There are so many people, almost all of them looking well-fed. There are plants in pots or yards all down the streets, apparently just for frivolous decoration. There's so much water. He takes a vendor up on an offer of iced tea, simply for the novelty of it (well, and because it's free). He's not entirely sold on the taste, but that's alright. He's definitely sold on the temperature.
He's died and gone to paradise. What the hell did he do to deserve that?
Of course, there's some novelty that's simply confusing. Like all these signs written backwards. He stares up at one as he sips the tea.] Some kind of superstition?
[Later, he can be found at the beach, just looking at the ocean. There's so much water. As vast and rolling as the desert, but with such a vibrant smell. No matter how long he stares at it, it seems impossible. Idly, he digs out a cigarette and lights it, blowing the smoke out slowly. Why would anyone want to leave this?]
2. Maurtia Falls
Seriously? [It's muttered under his breath, exasperated rather than incredulous. At least this freak's just using a brass instrument to tear apart a building, not people. Wolfwood will take improvements where he can find them.]
Hey, kid! [Dodging a piece of rubble himself, Wolfwood pulls the crying boy out of the way of a flying brick and positions himself between the child and the destruction.] You gotta look out. [Taking his own advice, he turns his head to keep an eye on the Boogie Woogie Man. How much breath does the guy need?]
You. [Wolfwood turns briefly to the nearest person, before looking back again at the villain of the week.] Can you get him somewher safe?
3. Any city but Jeopardy
[It's not too many days before he finds his way to a church. He's in time for the end of the morning service, slipping quietly into one of the back pews as the congregation takes communion. The words aren't exactly the same, but they're similar enough. And the meaning is unchanged.
It's not home, but it's similar enough.
Wolfwood smiles and gives small waves to the departing members of the congregation as the service ends. Then he makes his way to the front of the sanctuary, tucking his hands in his pockets as he stands considering the cross above the altar.]
'The peace of the Lord be always with you.' [He recites it quietly, to himself.]
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Now that the war is over, and everything he ever fought for is lost for good…
Now he is trying to figure out some way to put himself back together. And since there aren't any shinto shrines in the area – he's checked, functioning internet is a blessing in general but doesn't summon shrines to areas where other religions are practiced – church… church seems like a place to try, he supposes.
…Well.
The church isn't shinto and the teachings are a little weird – he knows the bare basics about Christianity, but that doesn't make it any more foreign to him. It doesn't help at all.
It was worth the attempt anyway. Whether he wastes an hour in here or else where doesn't matter ultimately, not anymore.
After the service ends, he keeps sitting in the back row, rubbing one hand over his face as the pastor approaches, attempting a friendly conversation: "You look like a new face. I hope, you liked our service."
And when Shun doesn't reply, he adds: "Are you feeling a little lost perhaps? This house has given answers to many that seek like you."]
Neither you, nor this house has any answers to give. Not to me.
[…Yea, Shun isn't feeling particularly up to friendly conversation right now. Pity that the pastor doesn't seem inclined to give up just yet.]
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Kurt Wallander | Wallander
"No, no I really - No, thank you, but I'd really rather not--"
Kurt's protests seemed to be falling on deaf ears, unfortunately, as he was manhandled into the playing area. After it was clear that he wasn't going to be able to convince them to kindly leave him alone he just sort of sighed and slumped down on a bench and hoped no one noticed him deeply enough to care to ask him something or dare him.
Especially since he looked like he had probably slept on that bench for the last three nights. Or rather, that he had sat there and not slept, judging by the bags under his eyes.
Who would even bother with this sad, tired old man?
5. Jeopardy
Kurt is trying to deal with robots. He is. But he barely knows how to work his email and his cell phone, let alone robots. So he's just sort of shuffling around, whacking at anything that moves with a titanium net. Which means - whack - totally just hit someone. He pales, raising a hand.
"Sorry- I'm very sorry, that was not - I wasn't intending--"
oh my god it's my favorite source of crippling depression - Nonah
For some reason, though, he can't make himself leave without playing some part. So he looks for someone who will probably let the game be short, at least. A man who looks even scruffier and more tired of this than he is seems a likely candidate.
Wolfwood sighs as he sits down on the bench, taking the cigarette out of his mouth. "Truth or dare?"
nonah IT'S ME FUCKIN LATE WITH SBUX
Illyana Rasputin/Magik [Marvel Comics 616]
Illyana liked Heropa. It's not New York, or Moscow, but it is nice. The brightness and cheeriness did annoy her, however. Mind you, she did not mind free drinks, or free samples of food, but she did not trust them. She did accept a free designer swimsuit that hugged her form, and which, with a little magic, was duplicated with the fabric of her spare uniform and thus keeping her quite warm.
This particular day, having all the printed words on signs and newspapers backward was annoying, but amusing. It was child'splay for her to make hers normal, and then sit back and watch the chaos. She even enchanted a pair of sunglasses to wear which rendered everything normal to her sight. This prank was childish, but she thought it somewhat cute.
She did keep a tracking spell going, just in case she needed to stop this, if it became a real menace. She did not trust it, any more than she trusted the rest of this world.
***
02. De Chima, Virginia
De Chima was more like the New York she knew, and she relaxed some there. She did not trust the populace, though. Their 'awe' and their supposed friendliness was... suspect to her. She used her powers liberally to bamf (She did not think Kurt would mind her borrowing his term) around the city to evade Import-crazy stalkers.
Apparently, an unwise saving of a child in public view has pasted her face and form all over the news, and so she was known on sight by many. She felt almost like she preferred her world where people openly hated and feared her and her kind. That felt more genuine than this world.
She did like the AirWalker boots, for they reminded her of Kitty. She missed Kitty, a lot. Being able to walk the air felt like almost a tribute to her friend. But even this led to issues, as she had to use her magic to move downward, and to save others also wooed by the promise of the shoes.
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03. Maurtia Falls, Pennsylvania
Now this town felt a little more like it. She found open hostility and neutrality here, and she felt herself almost relaxing. She was more able to sink into the ambiance here and fade into the woodwork, using her powers to disguise herself and just be there.
The so-called Boogie Woogie Man made her snerk, and facepalm. He would have been ignored, but for the child and animal endangered and the bricks that hit her. That made her mad.
With a flare of magic and stepping disc, her uniform was on her and her sword flared high. Magic flowed and the bricks dissolved. A child and a dog were protected, placed in the hands of two kindly looking cops. And then she turned his eyes, glowing, and angry, toward this idiot of a villain.
It didn't take long to stop him by sending him through seven different stepping discs, one after another, with no pause between them, some which popped him out high overhead, and some of which altered his perspective so he was facing sideways, or as if he was walking up a wall. When she finally let him land at the feet of the cops, sans bugle, mind you, he was flailing and ready to give up.
She smirked, slid her sunglasses back one, changed back into her swimsuit, and wandered on.
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04. Nonah, North Carolina
Garbed in another swimsuit, she wandered the evening, and sought out some excitement. The park drew her, as did free beers being handed out by a sponsor, and a game of truth or dare. That was her favorite game from her time with Kitty and with the New Mutants.
She joined in with enthusiasm, and was accepted in with gratifying welcome. The silly metahuman using their power of compulsion to make on her got a glower, but she did not resist, not for this. But she kept her mental and magical shields ready and had a dispel effect ready to go.
She liked this game and was not about to let an asshole ruin it for her.
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Anton steps out to look around at this strange new world. He's already feeling overwhelmed. Strange metal carriages race along hard pathways with terrifying speed. Signs grow with a strange light. People communicate through small, handheld devices. He tries to keep to the shadows, though stealth is hard since he's still wearing the armor he came in wearing. He's unwilling to take it off, even if someone did convince him it was likely better that he did not have any of his weapons here. The idea of going out without even basic arms seems unnerving to him.
And then he is spotted. And then mobbed. By a crowd of excited, bubbly...fans?
Anton freezes, having absolutely no idea what to do. Even the very tip of his tail stopped it's usual rhythmic twitching.
He's always wanted this? He thinks. Maybe? He's always wanted humans to not be afraid or unnerved when meeting him for the first time, when they saw the prominent signs of his devilish heritage. But he'd never imagined...this. He's not sure what this is. He has absolutely no clue how he should react to this, or process it, or...so he just stands there. Frozen. Terribly confused.
Nonah
He's managed to process the whole 'everyone loves me for some reason' thing, at least enough that he can walk around without freezing in shock and confusion. While he still doesn't understand why people seem to like him so much, he's at least now able to accept that apparently, in this universe, they just do. And hey, all of this is kind of fun. So when he sees a bunch of people playing an apparent game, he decides to head over and see what's up. It doesn't take long for him to get the general gist of the game and, oblivious of the actual powers at play, he turns to someone who doesn't look like they're currently playing with someone already.
"Hey, do you want to try out this truth or dare thing with me?"
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Am I doing this right? I think I did what they said...someone told me that if I hit that button and talk into this device that everyone here could see and hear me? Which is really interesting. I never knew magic items were so user friendly.
Anyway, I was just wondering...what does everyone here think of all the fans? I mean, don't get me wrong. It's nice. I've always wanted to have a bunch of people like me. It's just...kind of weird? I'm having trouble getting used to it. And I don't really know what to think of the people who run up to me and do the thing with the flashy light in my face.
Drift | Transformers (IDW)
[Well, new way to add "backwards" to this place, isn't it? Drift bites down on the straw for his drink, rolling the plastic idly between his top and bottom canines, as he squints at yet another sign that just doesn't read right. There's a moment of pause in everything he's doing—except for walking, he doesn't just stop in the middle of foot traffic—and he reorients his thoughts. No, calling this place "backwards" isn't right. It's not, it's just in an earlier stage of development.
...The stares aren't helping. He'd prefer to just... use a holo so he could control how well he blends in, not actually be human. It's uncomfortable, it's unpleasant, he can't sense anything since he doesn't know how to calibrate a human body to do so—though that's something he could ask after, start working on between everything.
But at least being close to his paintjob keeps the body from feeling too unfamiliar. Still has his Spectralist tattoos. White hair is a little stand-out-ish, he's thinking, just based on the people immediately around him, but...
...being human does mean he can taste his tea, though. Some perks, maybe.
But he's got to stop when yet another sign he notices is all the wrong way round. Squinting intensifies.]
There are some languages that are written going opposite, but I don't think it quite works like this.
[Neutral-to-pleasant in tone, despite his mood. Focus on the little things, the positive things, reorder thoughts and restore balance to the mind. Uncomfortable body or not, it isn't the end of the world.]
Nonah
[The crowd is kind of... well. It's a crowd, alright. Seriously, that's a lot of people crammed in the park! Drift has absolutely no intention of investigating any closer than this, set on just passing by and going on his way.
So of course it doesn't happen like that, does it. Not in the least. Drift doesn't exactly flail at being grabbed, but it's not a great reaction. Very immediate, very instinctive, and he really doesn't like being touched without warning as a rule. Very few people allowed in his bubble. Like two, for the most part.
But it's a sharp jerk back of his arm, twisting to face the one responsible, his free hand reaching automatically for something that should be mounted at his hip but isn't, not right now because there are laws about carrying weapons in public, and so falters.]
Let. Go.
[No effort to set it politely behind a false pleasantness right now, but there's enough there to try and keep the flare of his temper in check. He's too on edge, the way he always is when his body is flesh and bone instead of metal and mesh and he's touched unexpectantly. He really needs to get back into the habit of setting aside sufficient time to meditate.]
I'd prefer to not take part, if you don't mind.
[Late, but. Save?
...not that it does him any good. He says he doesn't want to, but there's still this inexplicable urge to.]
Fine. Ask, then.
[It's just a game. Just a game! So long as no one asks him to rate things he's done or any outlandish dares, he's fine, right?]
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Tell me where you find yourself calmest here. Whether it's somewhere you go to meditate or just relax—especially if it's a quieter area.
[Drift sits with his back straight and a sort of loose formality, two sheathed swords visible leaning on the wall behind him.]
Also, would anyone have recommendations on safe areas to practice with live blades? I mostly just need a space where movement isn't too restricted and people aren't likely to barge in and get themselves hurt.
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voice; un: Julian Delphiki | Bean
If you want quiet and unrestricted, Jeopardy is the best bet. You can always just go out into the desert and do whatever you want. You just have to deal with all the weird cult aspects of the city.
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drift's just not bothered to change formats;
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rupert of hentzau | the henchmen of zenda
[ jeopardy ]
[ network ]
network: un: @God
He sends over the address of a pawn shop in Maurtia Falls. ]
Ask for Diego. Tell him Frankie's uncle sent you.
[ Apparently those are the code words to access the pawn shop's secret weapons stash. Bean doesn't know for sure, as he hasn't had reason to test it out himself, but that's what his intel tells him. ]
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the bowtie icon is cass Making An Effort
only because he was paid to wear it ok
it's CUTE
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Kurt | People of Earth
Kurt's wearing his skin suit at the moment. Even though the government is well aware he's not human, and he's been informed it won't be long before everybody finds out anyway, he's wearing the suit. Something about old habits dying hard and not wanting any humans gawking at him.
And because he still hasn't learned, he nearly walks out into traffic, and just barely gets clipped by a car. The driver honks at him, which makes him shout, "Eat dicks, car!"
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Kurt looks at the airwalker boots, but doens't put them on. He sees at least one other person trying them on and testing them out, walking at about level with the roof of a nearby diner.
"I've seen something like this. The testers all floated into the atmosphere."
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At this point, Jonathan had been assuming that no one was going to get pulled through from his world, because no one had before. Seeing Kurt is a complete and utter shock, but at the moment, he's more concerned with keeping Kurt from getting hit and killed by a car (again).
Hurrying over to Kurt, Jonathan grabs his arm to pull him back away from the road.
"Get away from the road!"
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Superboy | DC Comics New52 |
A new world, and a new start was what they said, right? A new start was exactly what Conner, the man called Superboy, needed.
Conner liked De Chima. It was large, and loud, and full of interesting people. it was a place he could vanish into the crowd sometimes, and other times he could make some noise, like now. He was in the middle of a group of people, showing off the AirWalker boots, which looked clunky but cool, and wondering if this was how Trickster's versions had started.
He was signing an autograph when some kid started floating upward, followed by a few others, and tghey started getting stuck, and he perked up. That was more like it! Neverending, right? With a wave to the crowd, he shot upward under his own power, to start rescuing the innocents. He would much rather be doing this than signing autographs.
03. Maurtia Falls, Pennsylvania
Conner was just trying to settle into town here, and was at the bank depositing a check for an advertising gig he had done that weekend, and then there was thunder and exploding walls, and a bad guy. With a snerk, Conner spun, and at superspeed, he shed his outside clothes., revealing his outfit, with the brilliant 'S' center stage, and then he shot toward the assailant.
He recognized him from a recent bulletin, and shook his head as he called out.
"Hey, Boogie Woogie Guy, didn't anyone ever tell you that shouting at people was rude?" And trhen he was punching the man, right in his equipment.
Will you help? Will you hinder? Will you stare in awe?
04. Nonah, North Carolina
After the bank robbery that had felt like he was back in his universe for a moment, Conner needed a break, and he had found it. A truth or dare game, with lots of people, drinks, and snacks. he didn't really understand people, but he had learned all about wanting to lose yourself for a little while and forget.
So you will find him, dressed in full Superboy outfit, and holding a drink as he waits to be matched to someone for the game. He could feel the buzzing of something trying to influence him, and shook it off, steadfastly ignoring it as he tried to have a good time.
05. Jeopardy, Nevada
A competition to catch robots sounded like fun. And earning something that could be useful also sounded like fun. Conner was determined to make a difference and be solidly normal in this world, or as normal as he could be. Finding these little things seemed a game, and a fun one, that was right up his alley.
So what if this entire town made him twitch? And that noise! It was spooky, and it made him grumpy, but he was not going to let that keep him from his task! Will you help, or hinder?