DID WE JUST BECOME BEST FRIENDS?

[maskormods]

T E S T D R I V E M E M E

Considering apping into MASK OR MENACE? Want to dip your toes into the setting and get a feel of whether your character will fit into it? Or maybe you're just cruising and want to play around? Then you've come to the right place!

Pick any of the following scenarios below or feel free to make up your own, but don't be afraid to throw yourself at someone else's thread, either!

And remember there's only one rule in Test Drive Meme Club: HAVE FUN ON THE TEST DRIVE MEME!

01.The city of Heropa, Florida 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. Some of the locals might thank you for always lending your service to the nation, while others might not say anything -- but if you have something nasty to say, better not say anything at all, right?

They are, however, in the middle of something of a pickle. While Do-It-Yourself cloning kits produced by the all American (and currently under intense investigation) company Heaven Scent may sound like a bit of harmless fun, it turns out there can be some negative side effects when they’re handed out to random members of the public. Who knew? Apparently a kit or two fell into native hands and, long story short, some teens took them to the local petting zoo. And now the sheepening has begun. Masses of poorly cloned, family friendly animals have over taken the Laying of Hands On Zoo therapeutic petting zoo. Worse, these seemingly unending masses of clever charmers have chewed their way out of most pens and taken to the streets. With absolutely no fear of humans, sheep are consuming every bit of vegetation in sight, goats are climbing fire escapes and into dumpsters, tiny horses are clogging the streets and confounding traffic cops, llamas are surrounding people in the street to eat their food, and the capybaras have taken over every body of water they can get access to, from local swimming pools to lawn sprinklers. Given the heat wave is still in full swing, none of this is helping the general mood of a local people that are now wary of going into pools, stuck in traffic jams, and having their ice cream consumed by belligerent alpacas in the street.

These creatures have one weakness, though: tipping. It’s not just for cows anymore. Thanks to the cloning kits being used waaay past their suggested limits, the clone qualities have really just gone downhill. Give a hard enough shove to make them fall onto their side and the animals will start disintegrating. Right there. In front of all those screaming kids. Maybe just herding them away or using some porter given powers will cause less emotional scarring to the local population? It’s up to you how to proceed, hero. But while doing nothing is an option, beware of roving petting zoo animals coming for that free drink in your hand or into the nice air conditioned resting spot you’ve set up in no matter how much you want to avoid getting involved.


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! 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. 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. Their questions are likely to be fairly mundane, however; get ready for an interview about your taste in romantic partners, personal underwear choices, favorite foods, and more!

School is back in session and the campus of the Technical University here in De Chima is buzzing: they've invited a bunch of imPorts to come give speeches during orientation week celebrations! Only problem is, they forgot to actually send out the invites. So if you happen to be on the streets of De Chima, prepare to get accosted by desperate students begging you to come give a speech on the big stage. Please? Surely you have amazing worldy or other-wordly advice to give?


03. Maurtia Falls, Pennsylvania has had its ups and downs since imPorts started disappearing. The city's political core now gutted with its mayor and supreme ambassador exported out, the streets have returned to the hands of the local people -- and incidental, the local criminal element. 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.

Despite the lack of gratitude that's in it for you, you may want to step in once you see a very, very sad supervillain wandering Maurtia Falls' streets. Dressed in a cape that appears to be a large swath of fabric purchased from a nearby sewing store, galaxy-themed leggings and no shirt is a man who runs right into your vicinity before striking a pose and yelling, "Everyone, stop before me and my wrath! I am Mister Mars, and provided you give me what I ask for, nobody needs to get hurt!"

At which point Mister Mars snatches an old woman's purse, loudly laughs in her face, and begins to float upwards. By the time he reaches the height of the tallest building in the area, he's beginning to look slightly panicked as he fails to really be able to move anywhere but up. Meanwhile, the old woman has begun shaking her cane at him and screaming quite an assortment of alarming expletives.

Maybe you should help one or the other out? If not, just lean back and enjoy the show.


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. To be American is to be part of a melting pot, and that there’s more money to be made by the thriving local industries hardly hurts.Natives may gather around new arrivals and ask both personal and broad questions about life as an imPort, what they are looking forward to, what their favorite article of underwear is. A few night clubs offer free entrance - just this once!

In the middle of the city's biggest park is an autumn tradition — a corn maze! Of course, it's not real corn, since there hasn't been time to grow it. But craft supplies store Mikey's is sponsoring a maze built with genuine imitation corn, and hundreds of locals have already enjoyed getting lost inside! Curiously, few of them have come out the exit, and those who venture inside will discover the maze is twistier and deeper than they ever could have anticipated. Somehow, it's bigger on the inside, thanks (no doubt) to some dastardly villain's powers. Will you try to navigate a way to the exit, forge your way through the stalks, or have a nap?


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.

Things are quiet in Jeopardy. Weirdly quiet. In fact, way, way too quiet. But if you ask any of the citizens of the city why they won't talk to you, they just raise a finger and make a shhhhing sound and then point down the street towards the church. If you try to shake them, they grit their teeth. WHY WILL NO ONE SPEAK TO YOU?



(The one who is silent the longest wins a new fridge.)

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Dr. Stephen Strange ۞ MCU

[timestones]

۞ Maurtia Falls, PA ۞
Compared to what Stephen has been recently seen (which, honestly, is far more than what actually happened in his own reality), there's something about the scene playing out in front of him which is surreal in an entirely mundane sort of way.

He watches the villain's steady ascension, his head slowly inclining to one side as he travels higher and higher, legs thrashing in his galaxy-pants, with subdued bemusement--not much really fazes Stephen anymore.

Though, the colourful phrases that tumble out of Granny Badmouth here does make him shift his attention off the floating criminal briefly before he heaves a somewhat put-upon sigh through his nose and gives the collar of his cloak a small pinch between his thumb and finger.

"Go do something about that, would you?"

Ever-obedient, the cloak zips off to do something about Mister Mars (shrieks intensify) as Stephen closes his eyes with a small shake of his head.

"Are things always this much fun around here?" he asks whoever happens to be closest.


۞ Nonah, NC ۞
Cities being in a state of street clean-up is starting to become a pretty recognisable sight to Stephen, based in New York post-Chitauri incident and having the Bad Guys Stop Here beacon of Stark-cum-Avengers Tower smack-bang in Park Avenue.

So the mess doesn't really both Stephen as much as the attention does. While generally speaking he's a lot more tolerant these days, there are still limits to his patience, places where overstepping boundaries are unacceptable as more hands tap his shoulder, tug on his arm, grab the tails of his cape, followed by excitable questions.

He even answers some, obliquely and somewhat monosyllabically: Yes. No. We'll see. Possibly. It's hard to tell yet. No, neither one of them made out of crystal, but thanks for the interest.

But enough is eventually enough and with a slight pursing of his lips, Stephen counts to somewhere between three and five before he spreads his hands slowly and calmly.

"All right, let's take five, shall we."

It's not a question: the magic pulses out from him in a gentle wave to force a careful sphere of painless energy between himself and the crowd, installing his own personal bubble for a moment and letting the small gasps of wonder work their way through the crowd. This isn't wondrous through, it's just insisting on some space.

"Next time I'm leaving the cape behind. There's such a thing as making too much of a statement," he mutters to the next closest imPort. The cape appears to 'sit up' on his shoulders like it's utterly affronted by the suggestion.

---

Barring bumping into him as he extricates himself from the crowd, some might find Stephen a little later, shifting his way through the corn with a surprisingly calm air for a space that can't physically be this winding and complicated. When you can enter the Mirror Dimension and walk through portals, this sort of thing is pretty much water off a duck's back.

That doesn't necessarily mean it's the same for everyone though. The thing about corn (synthetic or otherwise) is that it does make noise and upon hearing a rustling at his back, Stephen pauses in his own step, just to determine it's not him making the noise (or the cloak, which gets a light whap and a shh). When he's certain it's not him making the noise, Stephen turns around fully, prepared to meet whoever, or whatever, is about the round the corn(er).


[Also happy to continue threads from the last TDM in the service of the ol' voice test.]

MF!

[crassidy]

[Whoever happens to be closest has also been watching the whole scene play out with a bemused eyebrow arch, snorting a few laughs at the granny swears but mostly staying well and truly out of any potential heroics. And so he just stands, dressed like he found every item of clothing in a thrift store or dumpster dive, and an open umbrella thrown jauntily over a shoulder.]

Oh yah, pretty normal day, mate.

[He comments idly around the cigarette perched between his lips, gaze peering over the top of his sunglasses as he stares up at the floating 'villain'.]

I think your cape's doin' a runner. Does it usually come back? [Spoken like a man who truly can't bring himself to be surprised by an item of clothing doing it's own thing.]

Misty Day | American Horror Story: Coven

[strongerstill]

De Chima

[She had been in hell one moment and suddenly was alive once more. She couldn't find any of the other witches and now found herself surrounded by a crow who somehow knew who she was. What she was. The last time ordinary people found out what she was it had ended badly.

She pulled her shawl closer as she ducked behind an alley where no one would follow her. They seemed to have found someone else. Either way, her attention was caught by the sight of a small bird lying motionless near a heap of trash. She knelt down, cupping her hands gently around the creature as she closed her eyes.

And a moment later there was a flutter of wings and she spread her hands, letting the bird take flight. ]


Jeopardy

[There is something about this city that draws her to it. The desert may seem bereft of life but she could feel a humming in the air, something she couldn't explain. Jeopardy made her feel uneasy in a strange way. Ghosts were one thing, this was something else.

She walked down the street, pulling her shawl closer around her. It was too quiet. Any resident she encountered was silent and she followed where they pointed, finding herself in front of a church. She wasn't going to turn back, taking a moment to look around her when she heard approaching footsteps.]

de chima

[thecacophony]

[Like the bird brought back from death, this woman too has found her wings again. She has little problem avoiding curious crowds; flying above the buildings, she perches herself on the edge of a fire escape just as the bird flutters its wings in revival. Watching it fly off above her, she turns her attention to the woman who's helped it.]

Well shit, now I've seen it all.

[Not a very polite manner of greeting, unfortunately. Wind magic moves around her as she drifts down to the alley, enough of a distance from the woman to try and alleviate both of their concerns.]

Some kind of healing magic?

[She asks so casually, as if magic could be some mundane, ordinary sight. And maybe for some places, it is.]

Jonas/Vision 2.0 | Marvel Comics | OTA

[callmevision]

In the city of Heropa, Jonas, the hero commonly called the Vision, was trying to deal with being alive. He had been brought in just as he was attacked and slain, an somehow, on arriving, the people of this world had been able to make him whole. It had felt unreal, but it had happened. In addition, this body, this new self he had, while intriguing, was... weird, and felt utterly fake. An ironic fact. And so he spent most of his time in his original body, trying to learn of this new world.

Heropa seemed nice. he had gotten several offers of drinks and food, and people asking for autographs were friendly about it, not rude. It was not at all what he expected when told that imported being were considered celebrities. But then he had been a hero before so maybe he was jaded? In any case, he found them when cloned animals were roaming the streets. It was an odd thing, he felt, but still a small crisis and one he could help with.

Rescuing a small child from a belligerent Alpaca that was trying to steal their ice cream, he gently tapped the side of the cloned animal, and it fell over, and he distracted the child with their ice cream while he whisked the animal away.

Jonas faced a city fill of roaming, somewhat angry, and somewhat just plain stupid cloned animals and sighed. No rest for the weary. He set out to help.

***

De Chima on the other hand, seemed more like New York, and it had tourists and tech moguls, and all of them looking to talk to him and the other Imports. It was a little overwhelming to find so much passionate curiosity for him here. He was asked for autographs, to pose for selfies, and asked many questions.

"What is your home life like?"

"Do you like men, women, other, or robots?"

"Can you have sex?"

"What do you feel is important in this world?"

The sheer variety of questions and how they were being thrown at him led to him backing away quite quickly to escape. Still, once he eluded them, he found a nearby university to check out.

Being asked on sight to give a speech to tech students was startling, but for once, something completely appropriate. he did so, talking about passion in Engineering, about hope for the future, and about the race to both weaponize and deweaponize technology. He was somewhat amazed to find people clapping when he was done, and he felt... well, he felt embarrassed, which was an odd sensation for him.

Jonas was not sure what to think about that. He got an offer to attend and be partly employed, if he would give speeches like that now and then, and nodded, saying he would think about it. He probably would consider it, he thought, once he was less dazed by his arrival.

***

Jonas visited Maurtia Falls with some trepidation. He had been told of the rise and fall of the city, and how it was very troubled currently. He felt a need to check it out, to see if he could either help, or even if it was like it was described. He found himself embroiled almost immediately as he spotted a... very weird looking supervillain.

Could one even call this being a supervillain? Jonas sighed as he flew close, openly showing his open hands. "Excuse me, sir, can I help you? I think you need to return that purse, and possibly also get inside a building before you float away."

Even as he was screamed at by the woman and called named by passersby, he concentrated on the man in front of him, trying to keep the unfortunate villain's attention. A hero's job was never done.

***


At Nonah there seems once more interest in his personal life, his life story, and his opinions, and there is an energy here that draws him. He almost feels like he could belong here, in a way. Some of the questions as a little silly, but he answers them, nonetheless, unembarrassed by most.

He visits several tech stores, and even a nightclub, thanking the owner for the pass in, not interested in drinking, but finding himself watching, mostly and accepting a few offers to dance before he leaves again, on his own, when he gets a request to help in a situation.

Drawn by curiosity, he goes to see the corn maze, and heads in as himself, curious to what will happen. He has heard that many have not come out, so maybe he can help, or maybe he will get lost. Or possibly, he will find new friends in the weirdness!

***

De Chima

[made_up_names]

Well look who's in the crowd for your TED talk, Jonas. None other than Peter Parker, who's currently checking the school out. He sssort of had to leave his old one (thanks Mysterio) and is seriously considering whether it'd be possible to go straight to college. Like, that sounds kind of nice? He wants the high school experience, but at the same time he's kind of done with it.

Anyway. He approaches afterward with a gaggle of other teenagers his age, waiting for a break in the action. "Hey, that was a pretty good speech," he says. "Did they give you any time to prepare or did you just hafta wing it?"

Sara Lance | DCTV

[thecanarylives]

Maurtia Falls, PA

Sara's spent the last ten minutes idling on the back of her bike, contemplating the faint blue glow of the imprint stamped on her wrist.

REGISTERED HERO. It seems ill-fitting, all things considered. To stamp words like that on a person who's left so much blood in her wake. Still, she's sworn allegiance to far worse causes than a military assigning so-called superheroes to serve and protect. Probably.

She's snapped out of her thoughts by a particularly vile chain of curses uttered from an otherwise pleasant looking old lady across the street, and when her gaze follows hers up towards the man hovering above a rooftop with a carpet bag in tow, she stares for probably longer than she should trying to make sense of the scene.

Right. Serve and protect. From... cheap neckbeard magicians, apparently.

Plucking a small, silver shuriken from the inside of her jacket pocket, she straightens and takes aim before whipping it in the direction of Mister Mars. The throwing star cuts through the air and nicks the straps of the old woman's bag, sending it hurtling down into a heap on the lawn below.

"Please tell me that's not the norm around here," she mutters to no one in particular.

[reborningreen]

"Not exactly like that, but around that range, in this city." The voice is familiar, he's sure, and it carries, for her ear alone, as Oliver, in full Green Arrow glory, steps from an alley into the light. His bow is in one hand, and he smiles as he slaps it back on his back.

"Hello, Sara." His eyes and his voice hold relief, and worry, and annoyance, all at once.

Seeing her is a shock, as it has been since he was arrested that he last saw her. And that brings a whole different set of memories and worries. Now she is here, and he both is very glad, and worried.

Chris Shane | Lock In

[fbinary]

GENERAL / OTA

[ Well here's an unusual sight. An android is wandering around the various imPort cities, holding a rather emaciated body close to their chest, princess-style. They're being excruciatingly careful with said body, trying their damndest not to bump anything or anyone. The android body is all sleek steel and aluminum and tempered glass, with a smooth faceplate instead of an actual face. No clothing, but the body is modeled to look they have clothing, so it's not like they're naked, exactly. Lines of LED lights trace the lines of their body as well.

Also? They have an FBI badge displayed on their chest plate. Somebody's an agent. ]

HEROPA

[ Should they do something about all these sheep? They feel like they should do something about all these sheep. But they're not sure what to do, exactly, especially while still holding that unconscious body in their arms. ]

Okay, I'm gonna fall asleep if I count any more of these things. Where the heck are they even coming from?

MAURTIA FALLS

[ Well this is a new experience. Chris doesn't often get lost, given their threep's GPS and recording capabilities, but they're quite certain they passed this turn a couple turns ago. ]

I gotta call bullshit on this. Is somebody cheating? And is that somebody a Goblin King calling himself Jareth? Because if not I'm going to be extremely upset in addition to being extremely lost.

Deirdre Skye | Sid Meier's Alpha Centauri

[planetdeath]

Heropa

[The sheep don't look particularly well cared for, and some of the downsides of cloning are readily apparent. She's fairly certain that domestic sheep don't have quite so wobbly knees or a tendency to collapse into dust when pushed over. Still, Deirdre doesn't join in the effort to remove the sheep. It's hardly the fault of the sheep that they're hungry and that there are so many of them. Still, she keeps an eye on the situation, and the sheep themselves, careful to keep her fingers out of the way of anything they happen to be eating at the time. Most stick with grass and leaves, but a few brave ones venture out to trashcans and whatever the hapless people around them offer.

All in all, this is the sheep's town, and Deirdre is just visiting it, a few fluffier specimens wandering over to where she's been standing, probably in search of food.]

Is it grass you're after?

Nonah

[The corn isn't real by any stretch of the word, but the maze is impressive in its own way. The people wouldn't have needed to build all this fake corn from the craft store for their illusion if they already had fields to farm. Perhaps the climate's not the right sort, or perhaps the local farmers have found different crops to plant, but the result is the same. The lights from the city still shine bright enough to blot out any semblance of stars, and she supposes in a week or so all this imitation corn will be rotting in some sort of landfill once they have served their purpose.

But still, the maze lures her in, in the hope of finding a quiet place, far from the crowds bustling in the overgrown city. She's yet to find an exit as she circles around the paths carved from the crop, but that's not a concern. Not when the corn is so easily brushed aside to form alcoves and cul-de-sacs whenever she likes.

Though others might notice her pushing cornstalks down along the route.]

Nonah

[a_good]

[Of course Norman's not going to pass up a maze. He's slowed down, though, as he's noticed that the paths go farther than they possibly could judging by the dimensions outside, less focused on solving the maze and more focused on any clues about the problem of the maze.

He turns a corner, and finds a woman pushing some of the stalks down. Interesting.] Hello!

Ambellina | The Amory Wars

[burnedherwings]

[Heropa: Petting Zoo?]
Who keeps good meat in a zoo for petting? She knew some of the races would keep small animals for fun, bu this seemed almost borderline silly. And there were so many of them too.

Drawing her broadsword she was about to take care of a couple of sheep, only to pause as she watched someone else tip them over and they, well, disintegrated. She lowered her sword, tip to the ground and called out. "What kind of animals are these that simply disappear once on their side?"

She's a tall blond with blue skin, dressed in a black tight fitting fighting suit. On her back is a pair of stubs where wings once grew. She looks fierce with the sword in her hand, but a tender face, questioning this situation.


[Maurtia Falls: Funny little man]
This might be the first time she has seen a 'super villain' who couldn't pull off a simple thrift. She couldn't help standing there and watching. maybe she should have helped, stopped it, something, but here she was, staring at this strange little man screaming at a old woman and... floating up.

The woman with a cane was yelling and the tubby villain was floating as tall as a building. She spoke to the woman, a soft but commanding voice. "Ma'am. If you give me a moment, please." To try and shut her up.

She then drew back a step and, well, they said she had wings again. The stubs on her back started to catch fire, and she felt the heat burn and rise over her skin, up the stubs and suddenly flames of wings appeared, flapping behind her. She jumped and shot up in the air, a smile growing on her face. It had been over ten years since she could fly like this, and though the heat was new, it felt amazing.

catching up to the man she spoke simply. "Give me the bag back and I will help you escape." to which the bad guy gave her the purse. She started to descend, leaving the man there. A 'hey i thought you said...' was heard but she already touched ground, handing the woman the purse.

'what about him?' She asked. Ambellina shrugged, looking up. "I want to see what happens."


[Nonah: Corn maze.]
She had seen Corn Mazes before on Paris but they were rare. A waste of food, really. They tended to be out in the far country sides where the thugs couldn't reach, built for the families who enjoyed festivities more then livelihood.

this wasn't real though. Imitation. How curious. She found herself in the maze, having been pulled to come enjoy the fun, only to get to a hour mark to realize she was lost and so far this seemed much bigger than it should.

"Excuse me!" she called out to someone not far ahead of her, moving to jog up to them. Maybe they were just as lost as she was. Maybe she should fly up and get out that way. "How long have you been in here?"


[Wild card]
[Find her anywhere and write your own starter. A diner, a street, a subway, she's a blue skinned woman with bright blond hair wandering the world and looking for the Crowing. in leather skin tight black suit and a huge sword on her back. What could go wrong?]

["Prose" or [Action] ok! Will follow your lead]

Corn Maze

[callmevision]

"Hmmm? Oh, aproximately 1 hour, 15 minutes, and 23 seconds. There is some kind of space warping going on here."

He waved a hand around them, eyes sharp and frowning slightly as he spoke.

"Something is very not right."

He was pretty sure they could get out, but finding the others might be harder. Who created such a thing?

Boba Fett | Star Wars (Legends) | Returning Character

[fettchquest]

return (maurtia falls)
[It is actually more disorienting the second time around.

The first time he’d been brought through the Porter almost 25 years ago, it had been like waking up on an alien world he’d never seen before. It had been alarming, but even at that age, he’d been taken to planets against his will before. That had been before he’d realized how peculiar Earth was, but it made some amount of sense at the time.

He doesn’t have that cushion of ignorance now. Within seconds of emerging from the Porter, memories flood back to him in a dizzying rush. He’d spent one impossible year stranded here as a child—and he’d forgotten, immediately, upon returning to his own galaxy.

He doesn't like having his mind toyed with any more now than he did then. He ends up in Maurtia Falls, visiting old haunts, seeing what memories remain an trying to discern if they've been left unaltered. It doesn’t look like much time has passed since he was last here—certainly not two decades. Not that anyone recognizes him. The weathered green Mandalorian armor draws more than a few stares from the locals, but that kind of attention has never bothered him before.

One might find him occasionally stopped outside a familiar building or landmark, helmet at a slight tilt as he regards it.]

tipping point (heropa)
[Killing pest animals is usually way, way below Fett’s paygrade. It’s not like the creatures currently running amok in Heropa are even dangerous unless you’re shrubbery. That said, he doesn’t have access to his considerable savings while on Earth. And when one enraged chapter of the Homeowner’s Association starts offering a cash reward for every animal destroyed, well…

It’s not like it’s hard work.

In one especially overrun part of town, one might hear the muffled bang of a small, contained explosion. Following the sound will lead to a grisly sight: bloody fragments of at least one animal at what must have been the epicenter of the blast, surrounded by the quickly disintegrating cadavers of more than a dozen others in proximity. The explosive Fett had used has a particularly strong concussive effect in its blast radius, meaning those animals not immediately destroyed by the explosion itself? Had been rather thoroughly tipped.

Any onlookers still staring by the time he’s done recording video of the aftermath through his helmet for later delivery to the Homeowner’s Association will get a rather sharp glance. What?]

{OOC: Hi there, it's Sue again! This is indeed the same Boba Fett previously in MoM as myownprice! Just, you know... considerably older :,D}

heropa PLEASE ASSUME REST IS IN MANDO'A

[convor]

[The explosion is what gets her attention first. As an artist, she's curious to see this stranger's work and then well, let's just say it's closer to her mother's art than her father's. Mostly what she thinks is that it's good Ezra's not here. Except... as much as seeing this would upset the kid, she did wish she could see him again.

Bloody bits and missing Jedi aside, the armor is why she stays. That part's much more interesting. She cocks her head towards the other, sizing him up.]

Su'cuy. Not how I would've done it, but... I guess it works.

Neal Cassidy | Once Upon a Time

[kepthimhuman]

Heropa, FL

He's not that bothered by the sheep. (He's just never seen so many.) They're just doing what sheep do. In droves and hordes, sure, but it's what they do. The problem is where they're doing it: a park in the middle of the city. Kids can't play, sheep are eating picnic lunches, it's chaos. And then the first sheep got knocked over somehow and the real panic started.

Luckily he remembers a little about herding sheep from when his father used to do it, and he's calm and mild-mannered enough to manage it without riling the sheep up further. He's walking around the edges of the group slowly, speaking just loudly enough to be heard over the sound of ovine munching. "There we go. You'll be much happier outside of the city anyway, with all the wide-open spaces and better grass than this."

Once they're moved, then it will be time to wonder about where they belong.

Nonah, NC

A corn maze is new to him. He'd had a life that was unsettled enough that he'd only ever heard about them, and when he did finally settle, it was in New York City, and his life there had been completely devoid of corn mazes.

Despite never having done one before, the sight of it makes him strangely nostalgic, even being made out of fake corn, and it doesn't take him long to give it a try. Nor does it take him long to realize that he's a little over his head here. It hadn't looked this big from the outside, and he's all turned around now and doesn't think he could even make it back out the way he'd come in.

"I'm starting to think that maybe I shouldn't have come in here."

Wildcard

Or find him somewhere else!

Eli Ever | Vicious

[everduring]

de chima

[ Eli Ever does not look like an imPort. Though he bears the telltale (currently UNSETTLED, soon to be REGISTERED HERO) tattoo, his wrist is concealed by the sleeve of his crisp button-up shirt. Everything else about him screams college student or star quarterback or youth group leader. He has the kind of inoffensive whitebread All-American face that ends up on the cover of a university's brochure.

Thus, while the more conspicuous imPorts are busy being harassed by representatives of Technical University, Eli sits on a bench nearby, observing the commotion from the safety of his absolute unremarkability. The law textbook laid open across his lap goes unread for the moment and the latte beside him is probably getting cold, but he can't help himself from watching to make sure nothing gets out of hand between the imPorts and the kids who so desperately want to get a selfie with them.

Incidentally, his sympathetic and mildly concerned expression probably makes him look pretty inviting to an imPort looking for a reason to get away from the crowd. There's an open spot just waiting to be occupied on the bench beside him. ]

wildcard

(( Hit me! I'll match format. You can contact me at pana or pana#3353. ))

kara zor-el (supergirl) | dc rebirth

[solarcharge]

→ heropa

[ Move aside kryptonite, goats are the new menace. Kara has had no problem with horses or llamas, but this small trio of goats is aggravating. Tearing up the dumpster, she's chased them across two blocks now. Two attempts to herd them have failed, as has one attempt with a drink, which almost worked. Her last option is food, and she has one chance at this. ]

[ So if you have a tasty snack visible on you, it's about to be sacrificed to the cause. People have been friendly to her here, so Kara approaches without hesitation, pointing at it, ]

Can I borrow that?

→ maurtia falls

[ The scream draws her, but Kara doesn't intervene instantly — she circles Mister Mars as he ascends, up about until the time where he can't seem to get back down, at which point she holds his wrist firmly to keep him from hitting a point where the air gets too thin to breathe. For a while, they're just two very interesting caped figures in the sky, with her talking to him, until he hands over the purse and she tugs him back down. She lands in the middle of the sidewalk, (possibly in front of you), clearing it by virtue of costume and cape, and returns the purse. ]

[ And glancing over at you, ]

Did he take anything of yours?

→ jeopardy

[ New world, new places to be. Sometime in her exploring, she's managed to end up here, and though she's a hard girl to scare, Kara is distinctly uneasy in the streets, walking, not flying. She keeps glancing over her shoulder, frowning at the mysterious shapes out of the corner of her eye, around at others. She hasn't said anything to anyone, as it'd felt extremely weird after she'd been shushed the first time, but she's not the only one, watching the same thing happen to you. She approaches after that, holding out a card that reads in neat print, ]

WHAT'S GOING ON WITH THE CHURCH?

→ wildcard

[ ooc: if none of these work, hmu with anything! Kara is in costume unless otherwise stated. Brackets or prose, I'll match you. ]

[bodilesswarrior]

Barbara is just as baffled, but she's taken the opportunity to pull a bunch of blank note cards out of the bag slung over the back of her chair. They're meant to be school supplies, but she can always buy more.

Seeing Supergirl walk up to her stymies her for a second, but then she scribbles on one and holds it up.

IT'S A LONG STORY.

nadia van dyne, marvel comics

[oca]

ONE: Heropa, Florida

[ If anything, Nadia might be a little too enthusiastic to help. She's a hero, after all! Helping is in the job description! Don't worry, Heropa, the unstoppable Wasp has got you covered! Shrunken down to the size of, well, a very large house fly at least, she zips back and forth with the intention of rounding the animals up and returning them from whence they came.

Except she didn't catch that part about the tipping, so when she shifts back to her usual size -- 5'2" and growing! -- and accidentally knocks over one sheep, and then another, the whole wobbly group of them starts falling like dominoes and, well, you can guess what happens next. ]

OH NO!!

TWO: Nonah, North Carolina

[ You miss a lot when you grow up in a Russian gulag, so corn mazes? An absolute novelty and one that Nadia is eager to explore. She sprints through the maze, certain that she can beat this thing, but it isn't long until it becomes apparent that this maze is much more complicated than she'd anticipated.

She's cautious, now, curiously peeking her head around the hedges at each turn trying to find some sign of a way out or someone who might be able to point her in the right direction. ]

Um. Hello? Is anyone there?

THREE: Wildcard

[ None of these working for you? I'm pretty much down to roll with whatever! felinefatale or cat #0533 for questions, plotting, etc. ]

two.

[usaf]

[ Carol had gone into the maze intending to enjoy it like any other civilian-- from the ground. But as she gets deeper and deeper in, the twists and turns have got her going crazy. Eventually, she decides, 'fuck it,' and takes to the skies.

Which is how she comes across a young teen girl calling out for help. ]

Hey there. Need a lift out?

Stan Pines | Gravity Falls

[i_ea_tkids]

Heropa

What do you do when life gives you free farm animals? Sell them to others, obviously. Stan is doing his best to manage it, but he doesn't have the temperament to get skittish or stubborn animals to do what he wants.

Still, this is what Kyleslist is for, right? He just needs a few pictures that look farm-y. So he's going around with his phone (the best grifting tool he's ever seen), taking semi-staged pictures to convince strangers that he's trying to sell his herd of livestock. The first time he bumps into a llama he is surprised to see it disintegrate, but it's not really his business so he ignores it.

So when he bumps into a random person he's not expecting the resistance and is caught off balance. He turns quickly, ready to defend his right to take pictures of livestock in this lovely free country.

Maurita Falls

There's just nothing funnier than a kid in a stupid outfit suffering. Stan takes a minute to laugh at the idiot's fate before taking a glance over at the old woman. Oh, she's not bad at all. He adjusts his fez and saunters over, puffing his chest out, squaringg his shoulders, and giving her the patented (you can't prove it's not!) Stan Pines smile. "You know, I admire a woman who stands up for herself."

That's all he can manage to say before Mister Mars drops the lady's purse and it hits Stan, knocking him out. The old woman frowns, curses at Stan a little, picks up her purse and leaves.

Heropa

[iminthebook]

"Having fun?" Harry had not meant to bump into the other man, but he was curious what he was doing.

Harry had been corralling a few sheep and alpaca and others, and tipping them carefully. But seeing someone take pictures was... a little weird. Were they weirdness fans, or something else?

Whizzer Brown - Falsettos

[halfjewish]

[Kidnapping and interdimensional travel hadn't been part of Whizzer's plan right after a bad breakup, but he can't deny the timing was right for it. He'd even had a suitcase already packed. And he guesses it beats finding a cheap motel and a rich date to pay for it.

Even so, he's not feeling as steady as he'd like, navigating the uncanny valley locales in this knock-off America. Not that most people would be able to tell. The smile stays on: he's more handsome with it.


Or, it stays on in Heropa until he's accosted by a tiny flock of woolly haired hoodlums, and finds himself standing on a bench in short order, trying to fend the fuckers off with the toe of one expensive loafer, and clinging on to a streetlight as if he might need to climb that next.]

Will someone get the goats away from me?



[In Nonah, he doesn't have much better luck with the corn maze, already lost before he's turned two corners. This doesn't seem to faze him immediately. Well, it's a nice day and his tan's been lacking for regular maintenance. He can be found near the center of the maze, shirtsleeves rolled up to the elbows, reclining in the grass with his face tipped up to the sun. He'll blink at any lost souls who turn the corner into his spot.]


Sit down, take a load off. Or get out of my light at least, will you, I'll turn out uneven.



>> OOC • Please feel free to wildcard me with any setting!

vanessa ives ( penny dreadful )

[possidetur]

( de chima )

( vanessa had manage to avoid being accosted by any of the students but it hadn't stopped her slowly approaching the stage, curiously listening to the topics that were being discussed. some of them vanessa could follow, others she gave some wide-eyed curiosity, very unfamiliar with the words being spoken but enticed all the same.

when the speaker stops, receives their applause (which she joins in with) vanessa watches them for a moment longer as they disembark from the stage, quietly stepping closer once they're a little freer of the crowd )

What a fascinating topic.

( jeopardy )

( her senses are on edge in this town, a constant chill down her spine, careful steps with her hands a little outstretched from her sides. vanessa knows the feeling of a spirit, cautious of any coming close but currently there's more a feeling of being watched than any voice.

she continues walking, trying to push past the feeling, get herself back to the porter when--

vanessa stops, sharply turning on the spot but there's no spirit there, none still having formed. vanessa turns back, walking again but there's a sound, something that isn't really audible but one she perceives, causing her to stop again. this time she just waits as if frozen where she's stood, willing it to pass )

jeopardy

[thecacophony]

Something the matter?

[Sal decides to approach, cutting a familiar image with that western, wind-swept fashion out of step in this place; an old fashioned brass pistol even rests holstered at her hip (and for anyone with a sensitivity to that other, hidden world seething just under skin surface, either woman or gun exudes a hint of magic and hungry menace).]

[It's the way the stranger carries herself that's got Sal moving over to speak — not unlike the fashionable ladies of her home world, and not unlike Liette either.  But the woman's expression, that tension and wariness, seems in her opinion not without warrant.]

Well, not that this place isn't fucking creepy to begin with.

[Clearly, not a fan.]

Victor Vale ☠ Vicious

[strikesthrough]

☠ Heropa, Florida

For a place that has animals terrotising everyone and everything they want, it likely looks strange that a tall, darkly clad man seems entirely exempt of the carnage.

Not a single herbivore approaches him, even with a tantalising sandwich clasped in one of his pale hands. And it clearly is a temping snack, but a llama, ram, and goat each keep a safe distance from him, all standing at exactly the same distance in fact and trotting from side to side without moving an inch closer. Maybe he has some invisible forcefield up.

In reality, it's just that stepping close to this man feels... uncomfortable. It's not agonisingly painful or anything, it just feels not nice, like the beginnings of a headache.

As for Victor himself? He's pretty nonplussed about just about everything. The displays of animal-based hooliganism around him don't draw much from him beyond casual observation and he certainly isn't rushing over to help anyone, even if he does apparently have creature-repelling powers. Except for the large, black great dane trotting along beside him, that is, who is definitely eyeing up that sandwich.

"Don't give me that look," Victors mutters (to the dog, presumably) "I don't know what you got out of Syd, but you're not getting it from me."

Briefly he shoots the dog a bit of a scowl.

"You're not even supposed to be here."As if Victor himself is.

☠ De Chima

"Pleeease!"

Anyone who knows anything about Victor Vale (which, so far is all of one (1) person) will know that begging is unlikely to yield much from him.

Two sophomore students have cornered Victor in what he thought was a secluded park bench while he familiarises himself a little more with his device. One student tries to be especially 'persuasive' by refusing to acknowledge the very curt no Victor delivered in the face of their request to have him speak. The other hangs back slightly, looking a little nervous and unsettled while her friend tries to appeal to the better nature that Victor doesn't have.

"You'd be doing such a service to our school! To the incoming students! You could be a real inspiration to them!"

Victor sucks his teeth, using a limited amount of energy to try and find patience for this, but this chick does have an especially piercing kind of beg which she showcases again with an elongated eee in the next please she sends in Victor's direction as she makes an ill-advised double-handed grab for his hand.

If she thinks that'll endear her, she is sadly mistaken.

While Victor allows the grasp to land, his flat and unimpressed stare grows a little sharper as he gives an upward yank of his arm.

"Don't they teach you the meaning of no at this college?" he asks coolly.

When the girl refuses to let go, Victor gives her one last warning via a glare, then effectively forces her hand.

"I know, but--!" Whatever last-ditch attempt the student is going to make gets cut off by a sudden shriek, her expression morphing from an upbeat, preppy smile to one of pain as she drops back to grasp at her own arms as her friend rushes forward in a scrambled panic.

It's not terribly subtle of Victor, but evidently he doesn't need to be in this place. He's not even pushing that much pain into her.

Maybe someone happening by could intervene...

☠ Wildcard

[Hit me with whatever, throw me a PM, or find me on plurk at kralkatorrik Also general warnings/opt-out for Victor can be found here.]

De Chima

[roughworkdone]

In the bright, cheerful day, Kaz Brekker is a sharp, dark cut on the landscape. Being entirely unwelcoming and unapproachable works in Ketterdam, but in Ketterdam he's not exactly a celebrity. What in hell did these people want from him?

Kaz has tactfully avoided answering any personal questions or appearing in any photographs by tactfully terrifying the first group of co-eds to approach him and riding that wave of utter disdain and murderous intent ever since. The piercing pitch of yet another student - a girl, he thinks, or possibly a stuck pig - pleading with, he assumes, another imPort draws his attention as he limps along a path through what he had hoped was a quiet park.

He watches the scene play out, wondering what exactly the cornered man did to the now-shrieking girl. Kaz tucks his his crow head cane under his arm and starts slowly applauding.

"I am thoroughly inspired."

Shuusei Kagari | Psycho-Pass

[hedonistic]

✩ ｋｉｌｌｅｄ ｔｈｅ ｒａｄｉｏ ｓｔａｒ ［ ｎｅｔｗｏｒｋ ］
man
there sure are a lotta video blogs on this comm huh
we don't even look at each other this much in my time, and we've got holograms
sorry tho i can't be assed to put on pants, you all will just have to leave my sexiness to
your imagination ☆⌒(ゝ。∂)
anyway. yo, i'm kagari. i'm gonna spare everyone the sadsack newbie questions and get straight to the important shit.

1) who has a pokemon and would be willing to let me pet it

2) what's the coolest superpower you've ever seen in this place. you can say yours, but i reserve the right to ask for a demonstration if you do

3) looking for recs for awesome bars, restaurants, and arcades. personal recs only, first person to tell me to google it is getting subscribed to a whole bunch of spam mailing lists, don't even test me

4) import fanfics. i know you've read 'em. cough up your faves.

✩ ｔａｋｅ ａ ｒｉｄｅ ｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｗｉｌｄ ｓｉｄｅ ［ ｈｅｒｏｐａ ］

[Well. He could choose to be helpful in this fleece-filled fiasco, but you know what's more fun? Riding a runaway alpaca. How did he manage to climb on one without tipping it over? Sometimes it's better not to question these things. But there is a shitty fake ginger aboard a fugitive zoo animal that's prancing around downtown. Maybe you'd like to do something about that? Or join him in the shenanigans, honestly.]

✩ ｎａｓｔｙ， ｂｒｕｔｉｓｈ， ａｎｄ ｓｈｏｒｔ ［ ｍａｕｒｔｉａ ｆａｌｌｓ ］

[popcorn.gif

No, literally. He went and got popcorn from a nearby food truck, and now he's shoveling it into his mouth like he's watching a movie. And honestly? This is better than a movie. The crook tries to grab onto something, anything as an anchor, but he floats too far before he can get a proper grip, and Kagari laughs meanly.]

Whattaya know, Mister Mars is an appropriate codename for this guy after all.

Network

[usaf]

There was a girl online a month or so ago with a Pokemon. I don't know that you would want to pet it, though, it was kind of freaky looking.

And Ruth's Burger Shack has the best burgers in Heropa.

Pit | Kid Icarus: Uprising

[finished]

1♥ Heropa, Florida (version 1)

You know, when I heard there was a crisis here, I wasn't expecting the threat to be so cute and cuddly. These animals aren't really doing anything wrong, are they? Except maybe the ones stealing ice cream.

[So says the boy who started talking to you out of the blue, with the same comfortable, familiar tone you would use for a close friend. He looks like he's in his very early teens, yet he's dressed in an outfit that's reminiscent of a toga, complete with golden laurels. But that may not have been the first thing you noticed — rather, your attention was probably first drawn to the big, feathery white wings on his back, spread half-open behind him.]

[It looks like he's getting along well with all these petting zoo animals. In fact, he's chilling at the edge of a pool with a big group of the friend-shaped capybaras, enjoying some of the aforementioned ice cream.]

Do we really have to hurt these guys? Couldn't we start finding new homes for them all instead? It can't be that hard to take care of them — you just need to make sure no one knocks them over!


2♥ Heropa, Florida (version 2)

[Don't want to sit around and talk with a kid about capybaras and llamas? That's fine. Because before you can respond, you hear some shouting from behind you. It's distant, but getting closer.]

Uh, hey... what's going on over there?

[He's looking behind you, and as you turn around, you can see a group of approaching natives. It's a band of tippers — you can even see them knock over a few animals as they pass. Most of those animals disintegrate, but one definitely-not-cloned dog barks in distress and then runs off. Anyway. The group of natives looks unhappy about something, and several in the lead are pointing at Pit.]

Over there! The cloners have gone too far! They've started splicing humans together with chickens!

Wait, what did they say?! [This causes him to jump to his feet.] You've got it all wrong! Please, don't tip me over!


3♥ Jeopardy, Nevada

[In a quiet place like this, Pit's voice rings out loud and clear like a bell. In fact, maybe you came over because you wanted to know who was making all the commotion.]

Hey! What's going on? Why won't anyone... ooookay. That makes five people who don't want to talk. They could at least say hello before they start shushing me! It's called manners, people!

[Please note, he's not actually saying that directly to you. Even in this hauntingly quiet town, he seems perfectly content with talking to himself.]

Maybe I should check out that church. If nothing else, the people there might show a little more respect for an angel, right?


4♥ De Chima, Virginia

[Even the most desperate of the Tech students look like they're seriously reconsidering asking Pit to speak as soon as he asks...]

Wow! Really? Are you sure? I mean, I never went to a school or anything. I haven't even learned how to read!

[... ... ...]

[Yeah, someone's not getting his turn on stage.]


5♥ Maurtia Falls, Pennsylvania

All right, Mister Mars! You're going down! Or... coming down!

[Pit's enthusiasm to fight crime is enough that he's willing to overlook the villain's shoddy wardrobe. He draws one of his many weapons, this time choosing a golden bow to fire off arrows of light at the villain. Unfortunately, his shots are getting dodged.]

Mister Mars?! You really need to start coming down now! You're going to get hurt! Oh no...

[At this point, someone — maybe it was you, maybe it was the old woman — asks why Pit doesn't just fly up and grab him. And his embarrassed reply is...]

Look, I'd really like to, but I can't! I literally, physically can't! It's kind of a long story — and right now, we need to find a way to bring him down and fast!


6♥ Wildcard

[Anything else you want! Feel free to ping me at Jaydeis if you have any questions or ideas.]

Heropa, Version 1

[planetdeath]

[Deirdre's never seen humans with wings before. Still, as this one is more than capable of speech, she'll just have to ask about it later, as disrupting him might cause him to change his behavior, making it more difficult to observe.

She's herding a few sheep, leading them with a stick she'd found to try to keep them from wandering off, though she's had little success at that. They poke their noses into just about everything, and will presumably keep doing so as she speaks with the person with wings who's hailed her.]

We'll need to find good land and enough food for them, if they're to make a new home here.

Merihem | Original Character

[accidentalrevolutionary]

i. Maurtia Falls, Pennsylvania

["Everyone, stop before me and my wrath! I am Mister Mars, and provided you give me what I ask for, nobody needs to get hurt!"

A proclamation like that is bound to get anyones attention, and a large crowd has gathered by the time Merihem joins them. He watches, then, as the 'villain' begins to rise up into the air, and as he... keeps on rising.]

Oh. How exciting. [The young man says brightly, his bright green eyes keen on the floating figure, the cat-like pupils narrowed to slim slits in the daylight. He clasps his hands behind his back and looks around, his lips pressed together and pursing slightly outwards as he waits for--

Well, for something that clearly isn't going to be forthcoming.]

I guess someone should get him down. Should I do it? [No answer, and with a little hum, he starts to take off his coat. It's offered to the person standing next to him with a cheerful question.] Would you hold this? And my shirt? I don't want to rip them.

ii. Heropa, Florida

[At first, it's kind of funny. He spends a while petting an alpaca that shows far too much interest in him to be normal, until someone accidentally bumps into it and sends it toppling into a fizzing, disintegrating lump of badly-cloned flesh on the floor.

Disturbing. Humans are very odd.

It very quickly becomes just a bit too much, and Merihem can be found stood on top of a wall, pressed against a fence, trying to shoo several creatures away from him while they crowd him with a disturbing level of adoration. He almost looks as if he's bristling, cat-like, his hair standing slightly on end.]

Ah-- go on, get out of here. Please.

iii. De Chima, Virginia

Oh-- no, I really don't think I--

[They don't give him the chance to speak. One of the desperate students spotted his unusual eyes as he passed by, and an innocent answer to an innocent question ('Are you an imPort?') has resulted in a young man with dark hair being surrounded by half a dozen clamouring individuals who are just begging him to come with them and give a speech. On what? He isn't sure what, but no matter how many times he tries to tell them that he really has nothing interesting to say, they're not having any of it.

One of them grabs hold of his sleeve, trying to pull him along, and it really is the last straw. The man's form swiftly changes, dropping down to the ground, and a black cat with its tail puffed up like a feather duster streaks out from between the legs of the students and darts around a corner.

Unfortunately for him, he leaves a pile of clothes behind which are quickly abandoned by the now despondent students. When he ventures back towards them, it's with as much of an expression of agitation as a cat can manage. Help a guy out? Cats don't have opposable thumbs.]

((note! merihem, originally an OC from a good omens PSL, is a low-level demon - and anyone who would notice that is free to do so :> he is not very good at hiding it))

maurtia falls!

[fettchquest]

[Merihem’s request is met with a flat stare from a distinctive, T-shaped visor.]

No.

[Fett doesn’t know what intervention the man could pose that would involve ripping his clothes and he has no interest except as a spectator. He's more interested to see what will happen to the floating man once he inevitably passes out from either fear or lack of oxygen. It'll be an illuminating demonstration of whether or not powers are usable by the unconscious.

He's certainly not going to help the would-be hero interrupt the show.]

ianto jones ☕️ torchwood

[redismycolour]

Heropa, Florida

[ There's something funny about cloned sheep. No stranger to country animals that are not what they seem, Ianto's quiet amusement turns to annoyance when nudging by one tips the poor creature of and it disintegrates all over his newly purchased shoes. ]

Bollocks. Going to have trouble justifying this on the expense report.

[ He can't well pin it on Torchwood or the Rift, can he now? ]

Nonah, NC

[ Forgoing the loud atmosphere of nightclubs for quieter fare, Ianto finds himself at the park, in the middle of the corn maze. For a man with a good sense of direction and memory, he's found himself completely lost and turned around. And it's all good and well that he's unarmed, too long chasing Weevils or other creatures burped up by the Rift have his senses tuned for every noise.

It's too much like the Beacons, and he's begun to regret this.

Noting that the noises are coming from the individual who'd just stepped out around the corner, Ianto's shoulders slump a little - and he relaxes.

Slightly.

As if to show how not rattled he was, he waves. ]

Oh, hello there.

wildcard

[ hit me with another prompt, anything is a go! I'm pretty much down for anything - hmu on plurk @ rogueone or message this journal ]

Nonah, NC

[planetdeath]

[Deirdre isn't paying attention to where she's going, instead preferring to let the paths lead her where they may. Naturally, they've lead her here, where a stranger waves. She nods her head in acknowledgement, gesturing the way she came. Her voice, when she speaks, has a hint of Scottish to it.]

Evening. Are you enjoying the maze so far?

Clair | Pokemon (Game Canon)

[tsungeonsanddragons]

[1) She Screams Over Ice Cream (Heropa, older prompt)]

[Clair is not a veteran hero by any means. She is still new to all this saving people business. However, it seems like she might have picked up a cult following right under her nose. Oh sure, she puts on a good show, acting like she has a massive following, but a lot of it is blustering to hide her insecurities. But this? This is a true, legitimate showing that her efforts to get the hang of this hero deal have not been in vein.

Her own ice cream bar.

It doesn't even look all that appealing. The eyes are crooked and her pony tail looks like it'd break off easily, but she still has one. And people are buying it! They must like her!

...or blueberry, but now isn't the time for negative thoughts.]

Ahh, nice to see I'm finally getting the respect and adoration I deserve!

[...

Probably shouldn't have said that aloud.]

[(2) This Maze Is Cornier Than This Pun]

[Patience is a virtue. One that the so-called "World's Best Dragon Master" is supposedly in possession of. However, once her time in the maze has reached the forty-five minute mark, all bets are off. It also doesn't help that many of the people in the maze also seem trapped. She can hear voices of varying distances away that all seem scared and confused. While it might be a bit of a leap in logic, it seems like this maze is a trap set up by some villainous fiend. Luckily, she knows just how to solve this problem.

The same way she solves most problems: brute force.

Reaching for one of the small orbs on her, she grabs it and presses the middle. Almost immediately it expands in her hand and she tosses it out in front of her. A red aura of energy shoots out from the ball, bringing out a large, blue...landshark? Soon the ball bounces back over to her as Clair catches it.]

Garchomp, use Dragon Claw to cut a path forward in the maze!

[And so she does. Which explains why there's a giant landshark cutting a path out of all this fake corn like her job or something.]

2. Pun-ishing the Corn Maze

[finished]

Whaaoah!

[Did you hear that? When Garchomp made its last attack, there was a shout of a surprise from a boy. And a thud of something hitting the ground, and a loud flutter of wings.]

[And... a lot of white feathers. A worrysome number of white feathers, like you would expect from a chicken coop instead of a cornfield.]

Hey!! Watch where you're cutting!

Freddy Freeman | DCEU

[kingshazam]

I. de chima

[Okay, he can totally see how Billy got caught up in this at first. It's... amazing? Obviously being a superhero is freaking cool, but then all these people wanting selfies and asking him questions? You'd think he was the third coming of Superman or something! Freddy's floating about the reporters in his superhero form, his feet never quite touching the ground.

But then there comes a question he doesn't know how to answer.

"What's your name anyways?"]

Uh... so actually, you know, I'm part of a team of superheroes? Really awesome superhero team. We're the Super Sorcerers, you've probably heard of us. We've got our own YouTube channel, and just started a TikTok so-

["But what's your name?"]

P... Power Boy.

II. jeopardy

[At a bus stop, Freddy is talking the ear off of some poor citizen who just wants a new fridge.]

And he ate them! He ate the chips that I got from the convenience store Superman crashed into when he was fighting Zod! Do you know how rare those are? Not to mention, they're a collector's item so they were super old... They could not have tasted good. Unless they did. Like what if Superman got some Kryptonian juice on them and they stayed fresh forever and were amazing? Wait, should I have eaten the chips?

III. network, un: heromanager

flight or invisibility?

de chima

[kid_flash_found]

[Bart finds himself in De Chima fairly often when he visits Iris and others, since running up and down the eastern seaboard is light exercise for a Flash. Although he still sometimes feels obligated to help a hero out with the adoring fans. And that color scheme is familiar.]

Funny name. You look like one of the Marvels back home.

[He's in his uniform, and a few of the crowd turn on him, although Kid Flash isn't as popular as some.]

But I understand there's no real issue with colors or theme repeating across the multiverse.

rin | d&d oc

[imperceptus]

I. HEROPA;

[Rin's got his hood up as he steps out onto the streets of Heropa, his head down and his hands gloved. He doesn't want to risk a spell in an unfamiliar place--he doesn't know the layout of this city, doesn't know where to run if something goes awry, or who he could possibly turn to--but he's not keen on standing out, either. Unfortunately, even the barest scrutiny of the shadows under his hood reveals that he's not human: his red eyes gleam, his teeth are sharp, and he's got skin the color of midnight.

He tries not to meet anyone's gaze as he explores, glad of the hustle and bustle that surrounds him. The urban sprawl overwhelms his senses, and he's preoccupied by the 'hero' tattoo on his wrist (a mistake or a joke, he can only imagine), but he's fiercely retaining focus. He must take all of this in. He must learn, and he must adapt.

He's deep in these very serious thoughts when he quite literally stumbles over one of the cloned sheep. It brays as it crumples onto the street, its body dissolving shortly thereafter.]

Ah--

[A couple of schoolchildren, previously petting yet more sheep, observe this senseless clone slaughter with open mouths.

Rin puts his hands up. Though he's not sorry in the least, he understands the value of optics, and his voice is tremulous with remorse.]

Sorry, terribly sorry. I'm--I'm new here, I really--truly, I don't know what's going on--

[Meanwhile, more of the cloned sheep have wandered over, and are now gently headbutting his legs. Life is a nightmare.]

II. DE CHIMA;

[It's been a few days since the sheep incident, and Rin's taken that time to get a little more acclimated. He's still standing out, but he's decided that he'll try to work that to his advantage. The great deal of interest in this world's so-called heroes hasn't escaped him, and if he must pretend to that title, so be it.

As such: he welcomes all inquiries, admirers, and anyone else who might want to give him a bit of attention (he does, at least, sincerely enjoy that part of it).

He's regaling someone calling herself a 'blogger' and holding a 'smartphone' in front of his face, the both of them (and a small gathering of interested onlookers) gathered on the streets of a strip mall. With the elegant backdrop of a burger joint and a Sometimes 21 in the background, he gesticulates grandly as he recounts the tragic tale of his origin:]

Mine are an ancient and severe people. Dwellers of the deep earth. Keepers of arcane secrets and esoteric knowledge. Our traditions are complicated, yet absolute ... sadly, I was foolish in my youth. I transgressed. I brought ruin to my family, and to others I dearly loved ... and I have thus lived in exile for many years.

[He sighs, like it's all just too painful to recount. His eyes mist over, and he swallows thickly. A weak smile follows.]

But though I am but a wretch, and one with no special skills besides, I promise I shall do my best for all of you.


III. MAURTIA FALLS;

[Rin prides himself on knowing what to do in just about any situation. As he observes this sad excuse for a cutpurse float away, he thinks a well-placed mage hand would likely solve the issue.

However, he just stands beside the frothing old woman, expression creased with exaggerated concern, a deep sigh in his throat.]

I'm afraid there's just nothing I can do. My deepest apologies, madam.

[He squints as the man rises, up and up, his body now a glowing silhouette against the early evening sun. Rin mutters, though his mouth's quirked up just ever so slightly:]

I have no idea why they're calling me a hero, either.

iii

[besainted]

[ Oh, this poor bastard. The stakes are high when you look that much like an imPort, aren't they? But as he clearly has nothing to contribute — or no wish to contribute it, maybe — Damian figures he may as well lend a hand.

He swoops in to the rescue all concerned enthusiasm, attention mostly for the old lady. ]

Help is on the way, ma'am! I spotted a few heroes gearing up and getting ready to head out just a block or two down — I told them about this, don't worry.

[ Pristine white suit aside, Damian knows he doesn't stand out much, and certainly not as an imPort. This old lady is going to be waiting quite a while for that help, while the culprit drifts slowly higher and higher, and none of that sounds like Damian's concern. No one's going to find him later and call him out, it's fine. He drops a hand to Rin's forearm, giving it a guiding nudge. ]

They asked me to tell you you're needed back at base, too. [ do heroes have bases?? Who knows, probably. It sounds suitably heroic, maybe even enough to make up for this guy's complete lack of heroic action. ]

stephen day ( a charm of magpies )

[bantamwitch]

( arrival )
a.

[ there is a small man--quite small, at five feet--perched on a bench in your city of choice, the new arrival file in his hands and a dazed look on his thin face. he's also dressed in a worn, slightly threadbare suit that wouldn't be entirely out of place in victorian london, and his hands, somewhat weirdly, are encased in cheap white gloves.

said hands are curled so tightly around the edge of the file that they're crumpling the manila folder slightly, and he keeps watching cars pass with something like panic threatening his rather remarkable gold eyes.

needless to say, stephen day feels very out of place. ]

b.

[ he steps into his assigned housing with a small frown on his lips, gloved fist rapping against the doorframe. ]

Good afternoon..? [ he's clearly from london, educated but not posh, and his jaw is tight with determination. if he's to be here for the time being, then he's going to have to make the best of it, even if the thought of sharing quarters with total strangers bothers him. from what he's been told, all the things about him he's had to hide his entire life mean less than nothing here, but it still doesn't feel.. right.

still, he straightens his shoulders and lifts his chin, small form as certain as he can make himself. ]

I believe I'm to live here for the time being. [ he extends a hand, ruthlessly polite. ] My name is Stephen Day.

( maurtia falls )

[ at first, stephen really is going to just leave the ridiculous situation alone. petty thieves are generally the jurisdiction of police forces, after all, and stephen is not a part of the justiciary here even if he wanted to be involved. he has no authority here, and no obligation, and really, that should be that.

and then the man is rising into the air, and people are staring and aiming those ridiculous little recording devices at him and not doing a bloody thing, and stephen heaves an exasperated sigh. ]

Oh, for heaven's-- really. [ he tugs both gloves off with his teeth and jams them down in his pocket, then lifts both hands as if he's about to conduct an orchestra. his fingers flex and move, and power pulses through the air around him-- and far above them all, the thief jerks in the air as if caught about the waist with a rope. and then the invisible rope begins to reel inward.. rapidly. he yells as he hurtles down to earth, and just before slamming into the sidewalk, he's brought up short in the air, and drops the last few inches with an oof.

stephen's hands twist again, and the man's hands are wrenched behind his back, his body held rigidly in place as stephen's tiny form steps forward to plant a foot in the small of the thief's back. ]

You're the very sort to give windwalkers a bad name. [ he glances up, still perched almost comically on the thief, and purses his lips, gold eyes a glowing ring around highly-dilated pupils. ] Well? Is someone going to take him off my hands or not? I can't do all the work around here, thank you.

b

[leatherboots]

[ The door is answered very nearly immediately following Stephen's knock, owing to the fact that one Rupert von Hentzau has only just stepped into the house himself (except not by the door). Handsome, youthful, and clad only in a silk padded robe Rupert looks the part of a half-dressed lothario, especially in the way he looks Stephen up and down from his head to his toes (they aren't very far apart) with an expression of sharp assessment. ]

Are you now? [ Rupert asks in an amused drawl; his face is flushed and curiously sweaty, his breath is just a little less than a pant. With quick eyes he darts a glance over Stephen's shoulder, checking who else is on the street before throwing the door open widely. ]

Another one to join our ranks! I suppose you'd better come in.