now don't be rude

[maskormods]

TEST DRIVE MEME

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 anyone's thread, either!

And remember to have fun!

01. Your memory is hazy and you might feel increasingly frustrated or anxious, or maybe you're excited as soldiers march past, barely glimpsing you. One second you're somewhere underground, the next you're enveloped in blue light, and suddenly you find yourself directly under Flordia sun's bright and burning glare. A female soldier steps toward you with a wide smile on her face and directs you to a car, ready to debrief you. You realize you are not the only one, surrounded by equally confused or eager faces... and you're all sporting a digital tattoo on your wrist.

02. Welcome to Cape Canaveral, where the smell of the ocean is in the air and locals are more than pleased to see new imPorts roaming their streets. They wave, they cheer, they ask for pictures as politely as they can. The more inhuman you look, or if you're wearing a costume, the more likely locals are to approach. Hey, enjoy the moment! The popular malt shop is offering you a free drink if you need it.

03. The technology in this world is certainly something. The cars are clearly modeled after popular 50s cars, but they hover several feet above the ground as they drive down the street. There are digital jukeboxes in restaurants, motorcycles also hover through traffic, advertisements can be seen on a digital projector on the taller buildings. Even kids on skateboards appear to drift a safe ten feet off the ground while playing!

04. Wherever you are, you can hear the loud revving of an engine, distance at first before you finally see it: a hovercar bursting around the corner, going beyond the maximum speed limit and just barely making its sharp turn. It doesn't appear to be slowing down any time soon, not with two police cars trailing it... and uh oh. Those skateboarding kids don't have much time to get out of the way as the car comes speeding down the road. You've been brought here for a reason Hero — so you better act fast.

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Hyouka Midarezaki | Kyouran Kazoku Nikki

[lostobject]

01.
[Hyouka doesn't know where he is and there are soldiers. Instantly, he's on the defensive. Fortunately none of the guns are drawn so his programming doesn't kick in, but he's still drawn his beam sword and stepped away from the smiling woman. He looks around frantically:]
Mother? Father? Where are you?! Teika, Yuuka, Ginka --
[Who feels up for trying to calm down the robot before he exhausts the name list? Or, y'know, before he actually swings that thing. Yeesh.]

02.
[Hyouka did not like this place. Hyouka wanted to go home, Hyouka wanted his family. After calming down and being debriefed he had soared up in the sky to see if he could spot them from the air -- no such luck. Land garnered as much success, as he could barely ask any questions through the crowd of people that gathered. Apparently no one had seen a lion, a jellyfish or a god girl with purple cat ears. The rest of the family's descriptions were too vague to even hope for results - he learnt that the hard way when someone had thought they'd seen Father.
In the end he slipped (ran very abruptly) away from the crowd so that he could process the situation.
And that's how the ~7ft robot ended up hunched over in the malt shop gazing woefully at his drink. (Hey, it was free.) Granted, the lack of facial features makes it hard to tell...]

2.

[redhairring]

[ Freddie had just hopped over to the malt shop to get a quick drink. Drink, then hit up the photography store, then update her website. However, as she placed her drink order, she turned around...to spot a seven foot robot looking at a drink.

What. The. Hell.

Frown on her face, Freddie walked over to Hyouka, blatantly staring. Was this a promotion of some kind? Or was this an actual robot brought in by the Porter? She knew that there were former robots here (they kept on whining about their sudden case of humanity) and she knew that there were actual robots here (who kept on gloating about their lack of humanity.) But this...she had no idea.

So, still blatantly staring at Hyouka, Freddie eventually sacrificed her dignity and said, ] Can you even drink that?

[ Freddie Lounds: apparently prejudiced against robots. ]

Rei Ryuugazaki | Free!

[theoryandcalculation]

[[1.]]

[Rei's never been to America, much less Florida, and it might have been interesting to take a look around, if it weren't a school night, or if he hadn't just been kidnapped. He's got a knot of fear in his stomach, because how can one find oneself surrounded by foreign soldiers and not be scared, but he's not panicking yet. Panicking wouldn't accomplish anything, and no one seems interested in hurting him. Yet.

The last thing he remembered, he was on the train home, after practice, trying to knock some water out of his ear while Nagisa went on about something. He lost track a few topic changes ago.

And now he was here, and some soldiers were talking. Finally, he leans toward the closest person, who also seems to be suitably out of place, and speaks to them, just barely above a whisper.]

Excuse me, do you know what's going on here?

[[2.]]

[The soldiers weren't much help to him. They just told him that he had to help protect people with his powers (whatever that meant; somehow he felt like it didn't mean the butterfly stroke, physics, or his ability to arrange beautiful dinner plates based on color theory) and given him a bored apology that he couldn't go home.

Well, there had to be someone around here who could help him!

So he starts tapping random people on the shoulder, or doing other things to attract their attention.]

Excuse me- I was wondering if you could- See, I really need to get home- It's a school night, I have a test to study for-

[No one is very interested in helping him, instead moving toward more interesting looking heroes or going about their business. He stops and puts a hand to his chin.

Is it because his English isn't very good? The soldiers seemed fine with it. Maybe Americans are just that rude after all.

Still, he can't give up! He has to get home.

That's when you feel the tap on your shoulder, and if you look, you'll find a very intense looking high schooler staring at you from behind red rimmed glasses.]

I'm sorry but could you please help me I need to get home I have a test in two days and my parents don't like it when I break curfew and I have swim practice tomorrow so could you please just let me borrow your phone.

[He got all that out really fast.]

[[4.]]

[Rei's given up on getting home any time soon at this point, so he might as well make the best of it. He's wandering around Cape Canaveral, a bottle of water someone was kind enough to give him in his hand.

He's just taking in the scenery when he hears the sirens of the police cars. Turning to look, he sees the kids in the street.]

Hey! Watch out!

[Maybe if he warns them, they can move in time? Without a plan, he starts to run.

And realizes after a second that he's moving fast. Even when he was still on the track team, he's never moved this quickly on land before.

In a blink, he finds himself with the kids, the car bearing down on them. He grabs both of them, then runs again, pulling them out of the way.

Once everyone is safe, he gets a "Thanks, Mister," and some applause for his trouble, but he only pays attention long enough to be polite. He's too busy trying to process what just happened. He moved so fast.

After giving it some thought, he shakes his head.] It must have been the adrenaline that made me feel like I was going fast. That's all.

[But he knows, when he does the calculations in his head, that he never should have been able to close the distance that quickly.]

two

[odometer]

( it did not matter in which state ferris found himself in. it did not matter how new he was and how he should probably be suffering from 'the new kid syndrome'. where there was a teenager who was being held back by the laws of parents and or school, he was there to rescue them.

he was bueller, ferris bueller. and as soon as rei spoke those words, he was at his side, placing an arm around his shoulders. )

Relax buddy, relax. Listen, you need to calm down and enjoy yourself. From the looks of it, none of us are going home despite how hard you want to.

So how about joining me for a beer?

Isabel Magnolia | Attack on Titan

[hardknockslife]

2.
[The ocean. It might be a common sight in this world, but to her it's a sight that means something. It meant no walls, no titans, no people screaming for their lives. It meant freedom.

It's the first time that she had ever seen this big, blue, endless sight. Her jaw dropped upon seeing it, her eyes widened as she began to beam. The feelings of fear and uncertainty were all forgotten now, replaced with pure awe and happiness. With all this sunshine and laughter from kids on the beach, it was hard to imagine that she was just out in the middle of no where with Farlan and the rest of the corps, fighting titans in the blinding rain.

She continued to stare at the shoreline for several seconds before she broke out into sprint. Her survey jacket, boots, and harness were left in the trail behind her as she yanked them off and ran straight into the water. She disappeared under the waves for several seconds before the red hair resurfaced, rubbing her eyes fiercly.]

Ugh! It's cold!

[That doesn't stop her from dunking under again.]

And salty! Ew! [Even if it was disgusting, she was still smiling.]

[alofts]

[ Another one, a woman mentioned idly to her friend as they passed Levi on the pier. He had only heard because they were incessantly loud and in shot but was content to filter out the background noise of a crowded pier until the woman's friend asked if she meant another one of those 'kids in the green cloaks.'

At that Levi turned sharp on his heel, stopping dead in his tracks and straining to catch the last snippets of their conversation as they walked off. Having caught something about the shore, he knew exactly where to go. Levi elbowed his way through the throng of people ambling along to slow for his liking, ignoring the murmurs of the crowds moving along the pier that built up into a dull roar as he jumped over the wooden banisters and dropped down onto the shore below.

Breakers beating against the sand and lapping at the heels of beach-goers milling about the shore, Levi eyes narrowed as he scanned down either side of shore. In the distinct he spotted the familiar glint of the 3DMG catching the sun, poking out of the sand half-hidden by a jacket and harness haphazardly thrown over it. Knowing where to go, Levi beat feet and dashed down the shoreline. Finding the gear left abandoned for just anyone to take, Levi bent down to look over the jacket to see which branch they were from as he made not to give whatever idiot dropped it and ran a dressing down.

And salty! Ew!

Levi jumped to his feet as if the jacket in his fingers burned. A shock of red hair shot up threw the waves and in that second the world had fallen away and time stopped. Laughing and choking down the first mouthful of saltwater she tasted in her young life with the endless sky above here, there she stood. Frozen where he stood the equanimity he held on to tightly slipped off and his mouth dropped as the air in his lungs evaporated. ]

Is...abel...

Lumina | FFXIII: Lightning Returns

[chaoticwhimsy]

2

It had been about an hour since Lumina had been dropped off in Cape Canaveral and told to get her bearings. While the other newcomers the child had arrived with were being swarmed with attention, most people were giving Lumina a fairly wide berth. Probably because of the shadowy cloud of chaotic black darkness that was seeping into the air around her, partially obscuring her lower body from view.

Which wasn't to say everyone was avoiding her. Other kids seemed oblivious to the possible danger (and the disapproval of their parents) and were running over to ask her to take pictures with them. And the pink-haired girl was mostly behaving herself, giggling and looking friendly and innocent despite the darkness she was hauling around.

She had almost made it to the shop that was supposedly giving away free drinks, but had been waylaid by another group of kids wanting a picture. Thinking this would probably be her last run, she told them all to hold still for a moment, her grin sly.

The chaos child just couldn't resist a bit of showing off, and as they all waited, she vanished in a swirl of crystalline light and shadowy darkness, reappearing perched on top of a nearby street light, to the 'oohs' and 'aaahs' of her little audience. So of course, she posed while they all took their pictures, unable to hide her giggles.

Wildcard:

Lumina had at least been polite enough to wait for the field in the middle of the park to clear before she'd claimed it as her own, letting the chaos swirl around a bit to keep too many people from wandering over as she set her silly little plan in motion. She stood in the center of the grassy area and closed her eyes, then thrust her hands forward into the swirling chaos.

From out of it, three strange little creatures danced into being, each one prancing in a slow circle around her. Lumina giggled as she crouched down, tugging each monster closer and whispering something to it. When she had given her secret instructions to all three, she slipped past them, out to the edge of the field, leaving the three strange little monsters to keep dancing in their seemingly harmless circle as the chaos dissipated from everywhere but Lumina's immediate vicinity.

"Okay!" She shouted once she was clear, partly to keep the monsters focused and partly to draw the attention of people around her. "Do it!"

The three little monsters gave soft, scratchy chittering noises and then stopped, like three points of a triangle. For a few moments, nothing happened, and then a burst of crackling golden energy shot up from them, getting about fifteen feet into the air before turning into sparkling, shimmering lightning bolts that crackled across the grassy section of the park before harmlessly dissipating.

This was followed by swirling blue energy that twisted to rain ice shards down in the air right around them, which was followed by another burst of lightning that reflected off all the ice, making the creatures and the air itself seem to shimmer. A moment later, a burst of crimson fire that sent tiny shockwaves through the air.

Lumina was grinning and clapping along with the (mostly...) harmless display, glancing around at the people to see whether they'd stop to watch in happiness or run in surprise. Either reaction was acceptable to her, really.

The whole thing went on for about ten minutes, until finally the magic (and the three little gremlins) all faded away into nothing, leaving just the giggling child plopped down on the edge of the grass looking far too pleased with herself.

wildcard

[heralding]

Seeing Lumina was surreal. A great deal of thoughts and emotions ran through Lightning's mind, and these emotions were what grounded her and helped her realize the truth: somehow this world had duplicated Lumina, and had made her a different sort of reality. Lightning herself was not suddenly absent her emotions; she was not suddenly absent the guilt and fear and vulnerabilities that she had tried to hide from for so many years. Instead, she was looking upon Lumina with that part of herself intact for the first time, but also witnessing Lumina separate.

With that part of herself whole, Lightning couldn't help but stare in wonderment—only that feeling fleeted, replaced by agitation as she summoned the monsters to put on a display.

It figured. While Lightning herself was whole, there were aspects of Lumina that were entirely different thanks to the chaos. She would put on a stupid display like this, wouldn't she?

(Of course, there was a self-aware part of Lightning that realized that she was criticizing herself. Somehow, that made it worse.)

She released a sigh as the gremlins vanished, and moved to loom over Lumina with a very obvious frown. Now that she knew Lumina, it was strange how much she truly saw herself in the girl. (In herself, a voice in her mind echoed.)

"Don't look so proud," she stated.

Dana Scully | The X-Files

[starbuckaroobanzai]

01.
[The transitions are dizzying, lights and shapes pushing through the fog of confusion but barely registering at first as real. Dana Scully is a doctor; she recognises, dimly, the aftershocks of trauma, even if she can't place the initial event, or gauge its intensity. The symptoms are even more familiar in light of her work on the X-Files; that she has, over the years, had the opportunity to grow familiar with this disorientation and confusion is not something she recalls with fondness, though strangely she detects in herself a sliver of pride, and uses it to keep her head up.

At first she thinks it might save her, but then it seems that maybe it won't have to.

Her jaw is set in preemptive intransigence as she faces down the woman approaching her. Military fatigues, and for a moment she wrestles with sparring impulses. Her childhood tells her to respect the uniform, but more recent experience tells her to mistrust it. Suspicion wins. Lately, suspicion always wins.]

What the hell is going on here? Where's my partner?

[Her voice isn't calm, but she's not shouting. An angry front covers her profound insecurity, but only if it isn't excessive.]

02.
[Frankly, Scully thinks dragging people out of their lives and depositing them here, leaving them to their own devices, is at best excessively optimistic. She doesn't put much stock in the idea that it's because the military has no right to detain her; in her experience, that doesn't mean much as long as nobody's watching, and sometimes even then. To the credit of the locals, they are watching, if not for the reasons that they should be.

As she'd wandered, taking stock of her surroundings and letting the initial shock of the forced relocation abate, she'd done her best to hide her new branding from prying, curious eyes. Now she examines it herself as she sits on a park bench, wearing an expression of unhappy concentration as she stretches the skin above it, running her thumb over the new marks. It doesn't feel like the tattoo she'd chosen. It doesn't commemorate anything, mean anything. She'd opted for hers when she thought she might be dying, to reclaim a body that had already begun to fail her, and still these new markings set her more on edge. They make her feel watched, and she's disgusted at how familiar that feeling really is.

Maybe that's why she fixates on it, to start. The rest is so strange, so near to the edge of unbelievable that that thread of familiarity calls to her. Or maybe, maybe it's that now, even given the unlikely chance to start over, she hasn't been afforded autonomy over herself.]

2!

[reptiledysfunction]

[ It was a nice day for a walk in the park, Connors had to admit. And really...he was spending too much time cooped up in the lab. He needed to get out and smell the metaphorical roses. Or, in this case, go for a walk in the park.

Hand in his pocket, Connors's eyes were mostly pointed towards the ground, scanning the area for fauna, any sort of small creature over looking at the sky, the trees or other people in the park. However, he looks up at just the right moment, turning to watch Scully stare at her wrist, moving her thumb over what he could only assume was her tattoo.

Small smile on his face, Connors walked over towards Scully. ] Penny for your thoughts?

[ He really looked unthreatening. A one-armed scientist in his forties with a gentle smile. ]

Marlowe Freudenberg | Attack on Titan

[eagerbeaver]

2.
[Of course he's kept his uniform on. He's not going to abandon that so lightly. Technically, he's on duty. He was on duty back home. Although--not exactly the kind of duty he's supposed to be on, going by the actual rules, but he's not concerned with that fact. His duty is above the rules, and he still has pride in his service. So, he's wearing a military jacket emblazoned with a unicorn, walking carefully down the street, inspecting everything as he tries to get his bearings. It's strange, and it's frightening, but he does his best to maintain control.

The locals are enthusiastic, but he'd rather not socialize, not at a time like this. He nods politely, but he doesn't smile or seem to enjoy the festive atmosphere.]

No, thank you. That's not necessary. Excuse me. Do you know where we go to work?

[Yes, he's only sixteen, but he's in the military, and he wants to figure out what's happening so he can get back to where he's supposed to be. Although, if there's something truly wrong here... He should find out about that, too.]

4.
[The vehicles are alien and intimidating. He's wary of them and sure to stay out of their way, crossing the streets only in the designated areas, in the designated way. He can understand why such rules are in place. The children of this town, however, are nowhere near as wary. Familiarity has bred incaution, and Marlowe worries about the children on their bizarre floating boards, as the drivers of the cars can be equally incautious and don't pay attention. So Marlowe keeps an eye out, because someone has to.

When he sees the speeding car, his first reaction is to run forward, although he has absolutely no way of stopping the car. He's frightened, for the children's sake, but he's also furious. How dare someone operate equipment with such wanton disregard for human life? His hands clench into fists, and suddenly, there's something there, clasped in his hands: the hilts of two long, unfamiliar blades. What--? He doesn't have his weapons here. He dimly remembers the talk about his powers, but he can't stop to think. He lunges forward and strikes at the car with one of his blades, fully expecting it to bounce off. It doesn't. It cuts into the metal and tears it, the blow knocking him off his feet but also badly damaging the car, which swerves and skids to a halt.

Bruised but still angry, Marlowe gets to his feet, fully intending to confront the driver, the strange blades still in his hands.]

ii.

[alofts]

[ There were always signs the next shipment of the Porter's chosen had come through and left to navigate the wilds of an impossible situation. The crowds milling around random strangers was always a giveaway, and always why Levi wished his work didn't bring him through Cape Canaveral on an almost daily basis. Without fail traffic would be brought to crawl, the locals tossing aside all respect for personal boundaries and treating newcomers like curiosities, and the ensuing fights breaking out which the fire department and subsequently Levi would have been called out to deal with along with the police.

Only this time he had only been brought out here not on business but because he intended to stop buy one of the few cafes that dotted the pier whose tea did not completely offend his pallet. As he moved down the street he spotted people gravitating towards one person as if being sucked into a black hole. This of course alerted him to the presence of another imPort and, either out of charity of his own nagging sense of curiosity, Levi moved through the crowds. ]

Break it up! [ Levi spoke deep through the diaphragm where it carried over the crowd which began to disperse, withering under his sharp grey eyes cutting across like the drop of a blade His eyes fell to Marlowe, or rather, the green unicorn emblazoned on his uniform. Expression already set to something unpleasant it was a sight to see it sour somehow. ]

koltira deathweaver | warcraft

[respired]

.1.
[The sun bears down on Koltira, and he squints in agitation. The warmth doesn't bother him; he hardly feels it, but the light illuminates his pallid, cracked skin in great detail. His armor stands out, too, glowing of its own accord and shimmering darkly against the harsh, midday glare.

In fact, despite the muggy summer weather, little rosettes of ice continuously form and dissolve beneath Koltira's boots as he walks forward, and remnants of snowflakes still glisten in his white hair.

Blood, fresh and dark, stains his neck. The curtain of his hair disguises most of the wound, and his expression -- cold and inscrutable -- suggests that he isn't worried about it, regardless. His new surroundings are of much greater concern.

When the soldier approaches him, he recognizes her as someone of military authority owing to her formal address. The uniform is foreign to him, but it's a uniform, regardless.

His mouth twitches as she directs him towards the car.]

Is there a war? Are we to be conscripted?

.4.
[Once he's set loose on the streets, Koltira finds that his best option is to explore. He hasn't done much with this project when he comes upon the car chase and the two kids positioned directly in its path.

The way he sees it, Koltira has few options. He could destroy the speeding car, perhaps causing an even greater wreck and very likely ending the driver's life. Or, he could cause the children some surely mild discomfort and spare them a much more grisly fate.

He goes for option two.

Without a word, Koltira extends his hand towards the skateboarders. One after the other, spectral energy shoots forth from his palm and wraps around each kid's throat. Koltira jerks his wrist back, manipulating the energy like a taut string, and the kids are yanked off of their skateboards and towards his position on the sidewalk.

It's a terrifying rescue, to be sure, and the kids are coughing and rubbing their necks in fear afterwards, but Koltira is satisfied.

He saved their lives, after all.]

Calm yourselves. You will be fine in a few moments.

4.

[yseult]

[ The street corner features a tall hedge that obscures her view, so Sansa isn't quite sure why the small pack of dogs that she is currently escorting suddenly begin to whine, stubbornly refusing to round the corner. They are usually so well behaved for her, after all. She frowns and tugs at the leashes, and with some gentle encouragement-- her powers may or may not have played a role, even if it wasn't entirely conscious on her part-- they eventually concede and follow behind her, their collective ears drooping as they round the corner.

Her eyebrows are furrowed as she glances back over her shoulder at the dogs, and doesn't notice as she bumps into the tall, armoured man, only moments after he saved the children from the oncoming car. She lets out a loud gasp of surprise, her eyes wide as she practically trips over the leashes as she hurries backwards, putting a yard or so of distance between herself and Koltira.

Behind her, a golden retriever whines loudly. ]

Zoey | Pokemon Diamond and Pearl anime

[snowpointvictor]

01.
[Now it would come to no surprise to anyone who knew the tall preteen girl with orange spiky hair, that Zoey was not accustomed to anything stranger than a Pokémon's powers and the fact that she was stripped of her Pokémon and Contest Ribbons worried the girl more than she liked. So she tried to find any evidence of them, and tried not to pay attention of her new title as a 'hero'. Zoey didn't really know what to do so she decided to ask the closest person to her. Even if they couldn't help her information never hurt.]

Excuse me. Can someone tell what's going on? What's with those people and what did they mean by calling me a 'hero'?

[rogalian]

[ Zoey's question catches the attention of another young girl who appears just as lost, but her growing frustration with the entire predicament both have found themselves thrown into shows in her sour expression. She's clearly out of both her comfort zone and time itself, wandering about in a long, expensive-looking gown, simple jewelry adorning her neck and ears, and the sheathed sword she's clinging to for dear life.

Her eyes fixate on Zoey and she pushes past the locals asking her questions about her clothes and other nonsense. Her forehead has long broken out in sweat no thanks to this weather. This heat is making her sick to her stomach. ]

You! [ Aureole calls without hesitation, still frowning. ] Are you... lost as well? I heard you, didn't I?

Thomas Evans | Original

[grinninggrifter]

o2.

[Everything about what had just happened is rattling around in Thomas' skull like a nest of angry hornets; all of this goes against all that he understands about the nature of his own life and his powers, against all that he has worked for, against all that is right. Others having powers is an alarming prospect, certainly, but even more alarming is the fact that the government has files on him.

No government has had files on his true identity for a good fifty years, at the very least.

Though he may be going through an existential crisis inwardly, Thomas certainly doesn't bother showing it. He regards the crowds with an easy smile, speaking jovially to men and women and children alike as he strolls down the street as if he's got nowhere else he'd rather be. Eventually he manages to duck away from the crowds to find a shady spot underneath one of the shops' awnings, his final concession to the oppressive heat beyond carefully folding his suit jacket and neatly carrying it in the crook of his arm.

If you, fellow import, happen to be doing the same thing, he may feel inclined to remark,] This is certainly the most polite kidnapping I have had the pleasure of experiencing.

I DON'T EVEN GO HERE

[sixthsinner]

Kidnapping? Hardly! This is just an unexpected opportunity to spread the good word.

[What the hell is he carrying—is that a tiny church?]

Tell me, friend, have you heard the good word?

Diane || The Seven Deadly Sins

[serpentsenvy]

[02.]
[Diane's outfit does get her quite a bit of attention which she's mostly fine with it. For once the attention isn't negative, "oh-my-god-a-giant-they-eat-people" type attention. Having Gideon with her seems to increase the attention on the Serpent's Sin of Envy. She finds it pretty funny when any kid tries to lift the heavy thing (even though it's smaller it still weighs a lot more than any normal person can lift).

Being smaller is weird though, she's done it once before but this seems to be permanent as far as she can tell. It is pretty nice to go into buildings, though. Which is what she does the moment she slips away from the gathered crowd to check out these free malts.]

What is a malt? [This is something entirely new for her.]

[04.]
[Children in danger is something Diane simply can't ignore. She finds herself running toward them as quickly as she possibly can only to find the distance being closed much faster than she expected, things are also getting smaller?

Wait, that's not right.

Truth is the danger has triggered her ability to grow to her normal size which is exactly what she's doing as she throws herself between the kids and the car. Soon she's big enough to curl herself around them and grab the car with her free hand. The guys inside the car certainly aren't going anywhere until the cops get there. And the kids are fine, although a little frightened at first by the giant woman.]

[WILDCARD]
[So that park with the kid's playground has itself a new "toy" to play on. Diane's in her normal, 30 foot, form with kids climbing all over her. She's laughing and happily entertaining them.]

wildcard

[rogalian]

[ Whenever she wanted to avoid her lessons or sword lessons, Aureole had a tendency to sneak off toward where the trees were. Somehow, it's never occurred to anyone to ever look up, so she's done the same here to avoid the people whom earlier badgered her with questions and in turn, gave her no solid answers about this place.

She's starting to wonder if she's hit her head somewhere and her imagination has run wild in her dreaming, because not only is she supposedly in another world, but there's a thirty foot woman right beside her playing with kids.

Hiking up her dress so she can shift further down the branch, she slowly makes her descent to get a better look at Diane, only for the branch to give away to the pressure of weight applies. It snaps and she slips downward, unable to contain a surprised yelp. ]

Margaery Tyrell ❀ A Song of Ice and Fire

[throneinmyside]

A.

[She had only turned away for a moment and suddenly she was surrounded by light.

The last thing Margaery recalled was Cersei's frantic cries for Tyrion's arrest as Joffrey's body stilled in her arms. It still seemed so surreal, it had been their wedding day and one moment Joffrey had been taunting and cruel and the next her new husband was gasping for breath, clawing at his throat as his mother ran to his side. None of them had been able to do anything as the king had gasped a final, painful lungful of air before his bloodshot eyes were staring lifelessly at the sky. There had been no time for her to process it, to understand what she was going to do next before a stranger was smiling at her and encouraging her to please, step this way.

The roses which adorned her silk and lace wedding gown rustling as she followed along, keeping her composure with wide eyes as she took everything in. She stepped out into the warm Florida sun once the car door was opened for her at what she vaguely heard was her new place of residence, but there was no time to ask questions, as soon as she had taken in the new sight and turned around, the car had zoomed off, leaving her alone in front of the house.]

B.

[There was still so much she was not used to in this place.

Margaery found herself a few days later walking down one of the streets of Heropa, she was used to getting attention where she went so anyone who called out to her was given a smile and a wave. They never would have known that she was missing her family and was concerned for them in such a perilous time.

What a malt was, that she was not sure of but it was still kind of the shop to give her something for free. She thanked the clerk with a bright smile before taking a seat, picking up the straw curiously.]

B.

[yseult]

[ After two months in this place, Sansa is well-acquainted with the malt shop-- she's always had a bit of a sweet tooth, after all. And on these warm, humid Florida afternoons, they're difficult to resist.

It's not until she's collected her drink from the counter and surveys the room for a place to sit that she spots the other teen, her eyes widening. She instinctively tightens her grip on the cold glass, otherwise she might have dropped it in her shock. She spends a long moment staring, looking rather like a deer in the headlights. It's too late to flee from the shop; if Margaery has already noticed her, then trying to run could only complicate the situation. ]

Riley Abel | The Last of Us

[firefell]

[After an entire lifetime of strictly regimented energy usage and curfews and you do what I say when I say it, it's safe to say that this place? Wherever the fuck this place is?

It's pretty much the best place ever. There's plenty of food, clean clothes, and Riley hasn't seen a single god damn infected since her arrival. Plus now she gets to call herself Angel Knives. What isn't to love about that?

She's secured one of the floating skateboards by now, but if asked she's not likely to give a definite answer. For all anyone else knows, she totally just found it absolutely did not steal it from some kid after making sure he happened to hit some turbulence and take a spill. She's balancing on it now, a little shaky as she tries to stay upright. Doesn't work out too hot though, she pitches backwards and barely manages not to fall on her ass as the skateboard shoots out and away from her.]

Fuck- hey, get back here you piece of shit!

[vaccination]

I got it, I got it! [And Ellie laughs and rushes after the board, stopping it with a well places sneaker on its nose. Her arms pinwheel as she struggles, and succeeds, to keep her balance. Phew.]

Oh my god. You're going to break your ass and I'm not even going to feel sorry for you a little bit, Angel Knives.

[Yeah, that's right. Totally mocking her. She grins before pushing the board back to Riley, so that she can continue to embarrass herself.]

Qui-Gon Jinn / Star Wars / 2

[livingforce]

Qui-Gon has seen parades in honor of heroes before. He's usually done his best to avoid being a part of them; a Jedi should do nothing for the sake of recognition or reward. Not that he's yet done anything in this world to deserve attention, but the crowd do not seem to mind. They crowd around he imPorts, some only asking for a photo, others venturing to ask questions or make suggestions about the best places to visit in this world.

Qui-Gon answers their questions as best he can, smiling- but making sure to keep his lightsaber hidden and away from prying fingers. Nothing in the crowd seems out of place, but he cannot shake the lingering feeling that something, somewhere is not as it should be.

When he can, he takes a moment to separate from the crowd to center himself, and focus on the sense that something is not right.

[idjitminder]

Bobby hates parades. He doesn't like the attention, the pictures and frankly the fact that kids are wearing plaid shirts and baseball caps in some weird attempt to mimic him? It's just weirding him out at this point.

So he's done his best to shake them when he looks over to realize he's not alone.

"Don't know what it is with the crowds here, but don't they seem a might bit clingy?"

Jinx | League of Legends

[seewhatpowpowthinks]

One:

[She'd been on this strange new world for all of fifteen minutes, and Jinx already couldn't decide if she was excited or disappointed. Sure, the idea of a whole new planet to cause trouble on was crazy thrilling, but so far all she'd seen was soldiers in uniforms marching about being boring and other people who were just as confused as she was.]

[Still, the idea about this whole 'hero' thing had a certain amusing ring. She was used to being a criminal, that was never going to change, but blowing up bad guys might be just as fun as blowing up good guys, right?]

[And if she happened to knock a few buildings down at the same time, well, innocent mistake, right?]

[She was giggling under her breath at that thought as she turned to the unfortunate person next to her, bouncing on her heels as excitement temporarily won out over boredom.]

So you think they'll give us bombs to play with?

[Yes poor person, those eyes do look a tad psychotic...]

Two:

[It had taken Jinx all of twenty minutes to figure out what her 'power' was in this ridiculously tedious world. Why the universe had decided a dangerous psychotic needed access to unlimited explodes was anyone's guess, but she certainly wasn't going to complain.]

[No, what she was going to complain about was that it had been almost a day since she'd arrived and she hadn't been allowed to blow up anything! It wasn't fair! It wasn't right! It wasn't at all reasonable either, to think she could go that long without making something, anything explode.]

[Which was why, as soon as they let her loose, she'd found the first big, open area she could (which was luckily the ocean) and decided to see exactly what she could do with these strange new bombs.]

[She held out her hand, and a grenade with a curved, flat handle and a big smily face painted on it appeared between her fingers. A gleeful giggle escaped her lips as she bounced in place, twisting around to hurl the explosive into the sea, where it detonated with a burst that sent water shooting high into the air.]

YES! Perfect! Oh this will be great and-uh. Hi?

[A kid was standing behind her, his eyes wide.] Do that again! [His voice was demanding, and she rolled her eyes, reaching out to shove him down, just because, but stopping when she realized that there was actually a crowd forming behind her. Watching her blow up the ocean. WELL if that's what they wanted.]

Fine, fiiiiine, check this out!

[She cackled as a grenade appeared in each hand, identical to the original, and she popped the clips and hurled them both into the sea, cheering as the water went twice as high and everyone behind her clapped. Clapped for her blowing something up! Oh, how wonderfully unsuspecting they'd be...]

1 PFF WOW, I am terrible at remembering who I am logged in as too

[ohmydarlinme]

[ ... see, encountering someone with eyes like that in a NORMAL situation would set anyone to running. It certainly made every alarm in Clem's head ring to back away slowly and run the minute she was out of sight. But because her luck sucks, she happened to be one of hte unfortunate people nearby, staring warily at Jinx. ]

...I... I don't know.. maybe..?

Lilavati (Android 434-820) | Original

[electricgirl]

→01

[The transmats aren't always perfect, Lila is well aware of that, but usually the worse problem is a simple delay or ending up a city over.

She wasn't expecting to end up somewhere completely unfamiliar when she was just trying to get to Saturn. But she decides to take it in stride, not wanting to panic until there is a reason to panic. And there are soldiers, but they aren't acting aggressive, which hopefully means they're friendly rather than hostile, and that helps to put her at ease.

Still, she has quite a lot of questions, so she turns to the person beside her.]

Hello, sorry, but do you think you could tell me where we are?

→03

[None of the technology is really surprising to her, and when she sees a few kids playing with a hoverboard she chats to them for a little while before one of them agrees to lend it to her.

Lila is quite good on it, weaving through trees and around fountains in the park, smiling as she goes, before eventually returning the hoverboard to the rightful owners.

She buys them all an icecream to say thank you, then sits on a park bench eating her own, watching people walk past. It's strange, being on Earth, but she thinks she likes it.]

03

[grinninggrifter]

[To the casual eye, Thomas may look like little more than a passing wanderer, aimlessly making his way around Cape Carneval as he takes in the sights and sounds as they catch his fancy. In reality, he is keeping his eyes and ears open, trying to get the hang of the patter of the city, the way people speak, the way they dress, the way they move.

As he watches Lila, he could almost mistake her for a native of this place. She certainly handles their technology with skill, something that Thomas doubts he would be able to do even after a few months in his place. Her skill with a hoverboard isn't at all impressive to him until he spots the tattoo on her wrist, spurring him to make his way over, hands buried deep in his pockets.]

You're quite good with that contraption, [he says, tone light and friendly.] Are, ah, flying skateboards something you're familiar with?

Kamala Khan / Ms. Marvel

[bestversion]

02.

[ She would never have been allowed to come here on her own. Her parents would have freaked. Now, being here . . . the thrill isn't there any more. At least everything smelled nice. Too bad she couldn't eat most of it. She sniffs the air a few times. Good times ]

04.

[ Okay, after everything, this? This she can do. She embiggens herself, scooping the kids out of the way and leaping out of the road onto the pavements. Just an average day for Ms. Marvel! (not) ]

Everyone okay?

oh man kamala <3333

[electricgirl]

[Lila had started running as soon as she saw the car coming towards the kids, but she knew even as she moved that she wouldn't reach them in time, so seeing someone else swoop in to save the day is such a relief.

But she still keeps running, coming over to crouch down next to the kids as they say their thank yous to Kamala and assure her they're okay. Lila gives them a quick once over anyway, making sure they definitely are fine before looking at Kamala.]

That was amazing, miss!

[Superheroes! How cool!]

Are you alright as well?

Wanda Lehnsherr | Marvel 1610

[doesthemath]

02.

[Pietro would laugh if he could see her now. Besides being in Florida of all places, she's sitting on a shiny silver stool with a red cushion, sipping from a tall glass of chocolate milkshake. There are people looking at her and smiling which is entirely unnerving, and small children don't seem wary of her but actually anxious to get up the courage to speak to her.

It's a drastic change from the furtive, suspicious looks she's used to getting from the locals of New York when she walks down the streets. This strange mish-mash community that seems to be from the mid 1900's and some vision of the future appears to truly welcome anyone and everyone that's been imPorted. Even a former terrorist of the mutant variety in a tight leather bustier and matching pants seems as welcome as any obvious hero-in-spandex obviously prepared to save the day. The entire vibe leaves Wanda feeling like the other shoe is sure to drop sooner rather than later.

Still, she sips at her milkshake and examines the patrons of the room with a critical eye.

Maybe they're robots or something.

They look way too happy.

Or maybe there's something in this shake?]


04.

[Wanda may not have signed on as a hero officially; it's unlikely that she will considering the fact that she understandably does not take kindly to being kidnapped. Also, she may have some residual prejudiced feelings against the human race as a whole. Still, her time with the Ultimates has taught her that while the human race is capable of horrific things (mutant-hunting game shows, anyone?) there are some individuals worth saving. Mutants may be the next step in evolution but the humans they've surpassed aren't always as terrible as she's been raised to believe.

They've been enough of an influence on her to regard the population at large as people who ought to be saved when they're in danger not of their own making. It doesn't even require thought or debate.

The moment she sees three cars speeding down the streets in the direction of those oblivious children on their hoverboards, Wanda shifts into action. Rushing into the street, she positions herself between the cars and the kids. Intense, pink light grows at the hand she raises in the direction of the kids. She sends a hex at them which quickly engulfs them and in a flash relocates them to the park just off the sidewalk, a much safer fifty feet away from the street.

The cars approaching get her attention next. Not enough of an amateur to risk getting hit by them, she rises up in to the air and sends her next hood at the car of the pursued car. It hits the hood and stalls the engine, causing the vehicle to sputter and die. She shoots off a third hex to try and hit the breaks, but it's not until the fourth that she manages to engage them. The car slows despite the drivers attempts to keep it moving, and as Wanda slowly lowers down to the ground, she watches the cops surround the car to apprehend the driver and his passenger.]

number twoooooo

[brushoff]

[ Somebody's also in the malt shop. Dorian can't help but idly look over Wanda. She's gorgeous, obviously. She's got a look to her that some would call exotic, but Dorian could call fucking smoking. Though, what's interesting for him is that outfit. Leather in Florida was horrifically hot--although, Florida itself was horrifically hot.

So, grabbing his drink, he walked over to Wanda. In contrast, Dorian's wearing a loose oxford and a pair of very expensive slacks. Thank you, summer sales. ]

I've got to ask--did you get lost on the way to the club? That outfit's great, but not exactly something you'd see in Florida.

Maria Thorpe | Assassin's Creed

[givetheslip]

[Madness. This is madness. That, or some infection set in the wound the Assassin left her, and this is a hallucination borne of illness...or worse. But she is not about to let the prospect of death set her back.

So a woman dressed very unsuitably for the climate—good lord, is that chain mail?—is stomping around looking very cross. This is not her beautiful house; this is not her beautiful Crusades. Finally, when she's had absolutely enough of seeing nothing familiar, this well-bred noble Englishwoman from the middle ages lets her feelings show regardless of who's nearby to hear.]

This is a bunch of horseshite.

[vaccination]

Whaaaat the fuck are you wearing?

[She's seen some people in spandex, but this is... new. And makes Ellie sweat a little more than she already is. She's started wearing shorts out, but long sleeves are still the way to go.]

Yusei Fudo | Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's

[accel]

[02.]

['This place is very different from Satellite or Neo Domino City.'

That's the thought that eventually comes to Yusei as a young boy and his sister walk away, having just excitedly taken a picture with him. His long sleeves cover (both of) his tattoo(s), but his atypical hairstyle and the yellow mark on his cheek mark him fairly quickly as an import anyway, so he still gets his share of attention. The ironic bit, to him, is that if he were in Neo Domino, his mark, which designates him as a criminal that's violated the city's laws, would be getting him all kinds of negative attentions, jeers and so on. But here, people just seem positively enthralled by it. It's not like Yusei is put off by it, but it adds an extra veneer of surreality to the eminently strange experience that is his first day in Heropa.

He eventually finds himself at the malt shop, partially just for want of somewhere to sit down and think for a moment uninterrupted. When he's offered a free drink, he accepts and asks for a milk. If that's kind of a silly thing for a 19-year old to be ordering at a malt shop, he doesn't seem to know or care too much.]

[04.]

[Yusei's head turns when he hears an engine in the distance. By this point, he's observed the hovercars for a while to try and figure out how the heck they work, but he hasn't heard anybody gunning it like that, yet.

He spots the car responsible for the noise, then the authorities pursuing it. His eyes narrow as he follows it down the road and out of the peripheral of his vision, he catches --

Oh, crap.

Yusei acts without thinking, running towards the kids. His instinct is to grab them and drag them out of the way - he's not fast enough for that. He throws his arms around them and turns his back towards the car. He feels a sudden sting from his arm. Before he and the kids are turned into roadkill, a transparent shield with a red tinged aura surrounding it appears between him and the car. The car slams into the shield like a brick wall and comes to a rather abrupt stop. Inside, the airbags deploy.

The police pull up and waste no time extricating the driver from the twisted pile of metal that you could only charitably refer to as "a car". Yusei meanwhile, is just now getting around to opening his eyes and looking around. The mark on his arm shines through his sleeve and gloves for a few more seconds, before fading.

He notices that that stunt he just pulled is starting to draw a crowd. He puts a hand on one of the kid's shoulders and says something about staying safe (that's what heroes say in this kinda situation, right? They probably expect him to say something cool like that, so that's what he goes with) and makes himself scarce before he has a bunch of people asking how the hell he did that.

Mostly so he can stare at his arm and wonder how the hell he did it himself.]

04

[crab]

[ Karkat has seen that before.

He knows that aura, he knows that shield, and he knows that mark-- it isn't the same mark, but it's in the same place as the two he knows, and he can remember the image of the whole it is intended to make up, something drawn for him long ago, in explanation.

He can't waste time with stealth, if he doesn't want him to get away-- so his chase is rather unsubtle, shoving past innocent pedestrians, in pursuit of the Signer.

That's what he is, isn't it? ]

Captain Hook | Once Upon a Time

[unhand]

[Hook is most assuredly not wear his costume, but the outlandish black leather coat (and leather pants) combined with the jewelry and, let's not forget, the fearsome hook where his left hand is supposed to be seems to be giving some people the wrong idea. He scowls and acts as unfriendly as he can, brandishing his hook in front of him when the adoring public gets too close, though he never actually follows up on his threats.

Eventually, he fights his way to the shop with the free drinks. That particular bonus to his sudden popularity and being called a hero of all things, he can accept.]

Tell me there's rum in here...

[rustic]

[ David's only doing a slightly better job of blending in, but considering the fact that he's here straight from the Enchanted Forest instead of Storybrooke, he doesn't exactly look like a local. It's just hard to beat all that black leather and the hook hand.

He doesn't announce his presence. Instead he lightly slaps Hook on the back in greeting, glancing past him to squint at the menu. ] I think you're in the wrong kind of shop, mate.

[ Not mocking, really. Inside joke?? ]

abigail hobbs | hannibal

[lurings]

[ never has abigail felt so lucky to look human, because those other people that are rocking costumes like its halloween and... does that guy have horns? regardless, she looks like a normal teenager with a scarf wrapped around her throat, so she's not very noticeable. blending in with the crowd is easy when you look like the rest of the crowd.

but you know what, malt shop, she will take that drink. though she just asks for an ice water to take with her to look around. water is probably not people. ]

!!!!!!! yesssssss

[redhairring]

[ The malt shop was slowly becoming one of Freddie's haunts to work. She could sit in the corner, type up an article, enjoy the air conditioning and (if she felt a bit naughty) some ice cream, and just keep to herself while occasionally people watching.

But today? Today Freddie was nursing a mean case of writer's block. As such, she's barely paid any attention to people coming into the malt shop, instead hunched down over her laptop like a college student pulling an all-nighter. But nothing was working. So, after struggling and struggling with this article (and managing to half-ass about half of it) she simply decided to give up, packing up her laptop to leave. Slipping it into her laptop case, Freddie turned to leave...and then stopped and stared, looking straight at Abigail.

This couldn't be right. Abigail was dead. She hadn't seen Abigail for months, didn't even know where the girl's body was. But she was dead. And yet here Abigail was, taking her free drink and standing near the counter. The rational part of Freddie's mind quickly interjected that no, it's entirely possible she could be here, after all Gideon's here...but it's almost instantly overwhelmed by conflicting emotions, a lethal cocktail of "why the hell is Abigail here, she's supposed to be dead" with "oh God, I'm so glad that Abigail is here."

And then it hits Freddie that she's been blatantly staring at Abigail for the past ten seconds or so with an expression like she had seen a ghost. Nuh uh. This wouldn't do. So, she took a step closer to her, trying to put on her best 'everything is totally okay, I'm totally not talking to a dead girl' smile. ]

Abigail?

Farlan Church | Attack on Titan (I couldn't decide between characters)

[forelocked]

03.
[He's on edge. Very much so. He wouldn't say he doesn't like it here, because by comparison, it's wonderful, but he doesn't trust it. It seems too good, too easy, too peaceful to be real--or as nice as it seems. So he prefers to escape notice, for the most part. His powers would make that even easier, but he's wary of those too, and he doesn't use them yet.

Still, he's very curious about everything, so he doesn't exactly hide himself away. Ah, these things are so neat--the machines and vehicles and lights and just about everything is fascinating to him. There's so much to learn about. So, he's not making a spectacle of himself, but he is openly gawking at things, leaning down to look at cars and running his hands over lampposts, fascinated.

Later, he runs across a bookstore with tables and carts outside, and he stops to stare at them too. Books about science and history and just about everything he can imagine... And all so accessible. And--easy to steal. He could just--take one. The need to steal is one he's lived with all his life, and it's second nature for him to snatch one up and walk a few paces. They have so many. They won't miss one.]

Thane Krios | Mass Effect

[chancetoatone]

01
[Thane was unaccustomed to vague memories. The eidetic memory native to his people left him with the ability to sharply and accurately recall every aspect of a situation, every spoken word, every gesture, in perfect detail. The very idea of being unable to recall the mode in which he arrived to his Earth shook him to the core, but composure was a part of his training from so early an age it was second nature. Disturbed at this turn of events he may be, he would seem as calm, collected, and at ease as any other common passerby as he was lead from the sheltered light of the complex and into the Florida sun.

He'd never visited Earth in his life, his business had never taken him to that sector of the galaxy, but things were off about the architecture, the military organization, and in general, everything he laid his black eyes on. He shifted his gaze around the outer area, taking in the others ushered around by officials in alien regalia, their gazes varying expressions of shock, confusion, anger, terror. There were others brought here against their wills.

He was eager to speak with them, to see if they had any other vague impressions of travel to convey, puzzle pieces to be connected into a better image, and he left his expectant gaze shift from one to another, each in turn, sizing up the most beneficial of conversations to initialize. Surely someone remembered something.

But why didn't he?]

[02]
[Any time Thane found himself in a new locale, he made it his first priority to acclimate to the environment, to meld with its inhabitants, and to listen to its secrets. That goal seemed all but impossible in the small human town of Heropa, Florida. Even very few of the imPorts, as they were so affectionately called, looked something other than human, and it made it exceedingly difficult for a drell, with his mottled green skin, scales, and reptilian eyes, to get lost in the crowd. The locals seemed oblivious to the obvious chances at scientific study of an alien species, thank all the gods, but in the absence of suspicious experimentation, there was an outpouring of praise.

The natives of this Earth expected quite a bit from their adoptive guests, and gave them all the adoring affection of celebrities. Strange, he thought. He hadn't done anything. An even taller order to fill. All the attention made the assassin uncomfortable, as well. For several years he'd thrived in the shadows, another faceless body in the crowd.

There was no such anonymity to be found among the enraptured masses, and the drell found himself quickly out of his element. He needed to escape this busy shopping area, to get somewhere more secluded to collect himself and his thoughts.

But more than anything, he just needed to get out of the limelight for a few hours. Humans could certainly be partial to egocentricity, they were still newcomers in the scene after all, but the natives here bordered on exhibition attendees with the way they waved frantically, wanted to shake his hand.

It was suffocating, but finding an opening was proving to be difficult.]

02

[electricgirl]

[Lila blends in perfectly well with humans, although it's strange to see so many of them without any other species thrown in to make a more interesting mix. It's why Thane draws her attention, not because she wants to gape, but because she can't help but wonder if he might be from the same universe as hers, which would be a relief.

His species isn't familiar to her, but that doesn't necessarily mean anything, and after a quick look at him, she can tell he's likely uncomfortable with all the attention.

When she approaches, her smile is unlike those of the locals', less excited and more sympathetic.]

Hello. [manners!] There's a mostly empty cafe around the corner, if you're tired of all the attention.

Barbie | Life in the Dreamhouse

[mattelrealist]

[ 02 ]

[ It's no Malibu, but the brilliant Florida sunshine is as familiar to Barbie as her fifteenth-favorite shade of eyeshadow, so she already feels right at home. She waves to the gathering crowd and stops for pictures, signing autographs for girls young and old—even if the pens seem so much smaller than she's used to, it's no trouble at all. It's worth the momentary fumble for the look of joy on a young girl's face when she proudly exclaims what she wants to be when she grows up.

Being an inspiration to others is its own reward—but it's hard work, too! After a couple hours of it, she needs a break, and what better place than the malt shop? It's been a while since she's had a good, old-fashioned malt, after all.

Although... ]

Can I try some of that rainbow sherbet?

[ What? Every girl has her weakness. ]

[mantlepieces]

Are you kidding? Get your own.

[ Wait. Reggie looks up from sulking into his ice cream dish and out of his own thoughts long enough to realize she probably isn't talking to him. (As hard as that may be for him to believe sometimes.)

He sits up more, straighter, letting his spoon rest in the center of the bowl. ]

I mean don't get it just on account of me making it look good.

Ferris Bueller | Ferris Bueller's Day Off

[odometer]

two

( who's that lady? who's that lady? sexy lady? well who knows because it isn't ferris. he is however both acting and feeling like one, especially since people were taking his picture and making him feel like a sexy lady.

that of course doesn't end with the natives- oh no. if he encounters your character, he'll do a pose and then speak up when the lack of cameras is evident. )

Hey, what happened to the picture taking? You can't just make a guy feel amazing and then shun him from the world like that. You're breaking my heart.

( he may or may not steal your character's wallet.....mostly because he is offended. )

[aggressiveapathy]

[Newbie day. It never stopped being painful. Yet, for some reason, she couldn't seem to stop sitting on a bench by the edges, watching the entertainment. There was always someone crying, someone demanding justice, and some newbie to powers making a scene. Oh, and some jerk media whoring.

April paused munching her small bag of popcorn (that she brought from home. Shut up) and tilted her head at this month's winner.]

You know they're stealing your soul, right?