HERE I COME

[maskormods]

NOTE: This is the final test drive of 2019 as apps will be closed in December.

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?

The recent dimensional anomalies have disrupted people's daily business more than a little, but the latest danger is a herd of zombies shambling towards the annual Mister and Miss Corncob beauty pageant. Right in the middle of the swimsuit competition, too! Of course, who gets the crown is partially based on audience appreciation — are you going to take out some of the undead or cheer your favorite participant on to victory? Either way, you're (probably) a hero!


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!

It's nearly Halloween, and the annual city parade and costume contest are underway! You've got one, right? The locals just love it! If you don't, well, that's okay — just for imPorts, there's a special costume rummage bin at the start of the parade route. Try cobbling something together from costume shop donations and items left behind by ported-out heroes! Then strut your stuff and prepare to be cheered for!

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.)

Comments

TOBOE // Wolf's Rain

[onewiththewild]

02. De Chima

[ Toboe isn't used to the attention, but being the puppy he is, he does like it a lot. He is very friendly towards humans, and if there is one ready to talk to him, spend time with him and just be with him - well, he appreciates it. Even if he doesn't quite understand any of the questions asked, Toboe tries his best with a big smile (or a confused head-tilt). ]

Underwear choices? [ with a confused smile, he looks around for some help, a bit lost on how to answer this. Not only he doesn't wear underwear (he is a wolf!), but he had no idea there was such a thing as choice. Humans have preferences for underwear? That's strange, he thinks to himself. ] The... white ones?

[ someone save this good boy... ]


04. Nonah

[ Well, having a wolf nose helps him around the maze a lot. In fact, Toboe doesn't seem worried at all, hands behind his back as he walks around very relaxed, not even questioning the maze looks much bigger than what it was when he first went in. Humming some tune that came to his head, he continues to walk around, glancing at the lost people. The very lost people.

Eventually he stops and decides to approach someone who looks absolutely lost. Why not offer a hand? ] Hello, are you lost? Do you need help?


05. Jeopardy

[ Cities in the middle of the desert are not strange to Toboe at all. In truth, the fact there aren't huge deserts all around them is what is strange. Jeopardy would feel normal if it wasn't for the fact that everyone is silent and quiet and no one is talking. He tries to wave at a young kid, who continues their way without a word, leaving Toboe confused ]

... Am I doing something wrong? [ is this some strange human thing that he doesn't quite get? ]

4

[despicableglee]

Mmm~?

[perhaps he did strike someone as a bit lost, having struck a pretty thoughtful pose while zoning off into the sky. he stops mid-chin rub and looks over his shoulder -- the one not encumbered by a handful of direction signs.

never mind the stink of a cheery disposition -- who let this non-human wander about, hmm?

peculiar!

perhaps he'll entertain it for a while.

he smiles, turning to face the pup.]

Being lost is the main appeal of this attraction, is it not? I wonder what the point would be if someone knew their way the whole time...

Xellos Metallium | Slayers (post-NEXT)

[despicableglee]

o1. heropa, ever a voyeur

"Hoho, oh, my..."

The ample seating is very convenient for the spectacle of crowds dispersing as zombies enter their midst -- very convenient, indeed! The monster-in-man's-clothes plops himself onto one of the topmost bleachers for a better view as the show that's been disrupted gives way to a better show.

Perhaps "buffet" is a better word for it, considering his diet. All that anxiety, fear, and despair? Goodness. He's going to have to sleep this off for a week.

He makes a soft, surprised sound as, upon situating, his foot bonks a pair of binoculars. Well! They're his now! Let's have a look, shall we?


de Chima, now batting

Oops!

[with a slight bonk, one of Xellos' absurdly over-sized prop bat wings catches someone's hat and sends it flying off -- wig, too! what a shame.]

Hoho, whoops~!

[and in turning to apologize, he straight up smacks a toddler in the face with the other, which sets them off to howling, which, in turn, sets off their mother.

it's a mess.

it's great.

and it's only going to get worse and more cantankerous the longer he's left to his own, obnoxious devices, feigning innocence as he sows more discontent in this little sea of costumes that, really, ought to use more bobbi pins and belts!]


o4. Nonah,

Xellos can be discovered, one way or another, at a dead-end alley deep in the maze, sitting cross-legged on the ground next to a...a pile of arrows. Signs, actually -- you know, those handy hint-signs that mazes put out to help struggling guests find their way?

He's got about six of them, and he doesn't seem to be concerned about it while humming thoughtfully and scratching away at his brochure-slash-map with a golf pencil.

When he hears a stranger arrive, he lifts his head and beams.

"Yo! Better luck next time; this path's no good, ahaha!"

( de chima )

[photografist]

[ Donna is surveying the chaos from a good twenty feet away, watching the toddler go down bawling and the fury in the mother's face rise. Her brow arches as the chaos continues to unfold, staying out of it for now until the part of her that knows it's time to say something comes into the picture.

She makes her approach, casual and slightly unimpressed, but rather curious, too. ]

That's real mature.

[ There's at least several kids crying now. That's going to stain her soul if she doesn't say something. ]

Anju | Majora's Mask

[goroblind]

2. De Chima

[There must have been some kind of mix up. Maybe there's another Anju, someone brave and daring and, she doesn't know, maybe she'd have blue hair, and the Porter got them confused. Which, really, she'd understand, mistakes like these happen all the time! Only, it's... flattering, but a little scary, having strangers ask her questions about her life, like she's someone important. She's just an innkeeper!

There's a parade scheduled for later today, and there's a whole box full of thrown together bits of costuming, and she doesn't want to be left out, so she starts digging through it, trying not to make too much of a mess.] I hope it's okay for us to take these. Maybe we're supposed to just borrow the costumes and return them later?

[There's some cheap plastic masks thrown in -- they have weird spikey horns on them, or look like wolves or clowns. It feels a bit familiar, but also... entirely different, and it makes her feel a bit lonely. Kafei must be worried.... She's sure he's waiting for her, because... that's what she would do. But... maybe if she plays pretend for awhile, it won't be so bad?]

Are these... are these all meant to go together?

4. Nonah

[Oh, a maze! She's not very good at these, which-- it's probably easy to tell, considering how she almost immediately forgets which way she came or which way she's meant to be going. She starts trying to talk her way through, mainly to herself, but also in the vague hope that somebody might be able to point her in the right direction.]

I heard that if you just keep going left, you can always find the way out. [She blinks, looking up at the impassive cornstalks.] Wait, which way is left?!

Wildcard

[None of the above appealing? That's alright! Just shoot a message to likeabox and we can work something out there, or toss your character at her somewhere in Nonah or De Chima!]

( nonah )

[photografist]

[ Who knows how Donna got suckered into participating in his maze event, but given there's an abundance of people gathered in each Porter city's local hot spots or events her hope had been should would have gathered some information to help her determine what her next move should be in this world.

But she's just as lost as poor Anju, encountering the curious girl as she turns a corner that she's certain has lead her to this very spot several times already. ]

I thought it was this way. [ Donna sighs, pointing in the opposite direction. ] But it reroutes you back to this spot.

How long have you been in here?

Cyclops | X-Men

[xmarksthescott]

Heropa

What the hell did I just walk in to...?

[ the crowd almost seemed oblivious to the approaching undead, but he did remind himself that he was in florida, after all. still, he remembers the words of the quiet council-- or at least the words of jean when she came back. the greatest crime of mutants living on krakoa was that they would kill a human, and in the end, wouldn't just standing by be the same thing? once upon a time, he thinks he might have gladly walked away...

but not now. not with so much good happening for them, for the first time in their lives. so he tries to stay as unnoticed as he can while they cheer on for the pageant. he doesn't want to risk that by saving them, he may draw their ire instead, as has happened so many times before. well, he's seen enough romero movies to know the deal: go for the head.

scott has been known for the sheer power of his optic blasts over the years, but the most potentially dangerous of it was when he focused them, honed them to a fine point, like a water jet. strong enough to cut through steel, maybe even adamantium, it would make little work of the soft, giving flesh of the undead. so, while the thrilled crowd cheers, he sent focused beams through their skulls, obliterating their brains and dropping them in fleshy heaps around the people. it almost looks like they were left there as some sort of... decoration for the halloween festivities. and everyone else? none the wiser, except the man with the smoking eyed visor and whoever else may have been paying attention at the time... ]

De Chima

[ scott laughs awkwardly at the group of fans around him, the pictures snapping at him. he scratches the back of his head; this is a little different than the way groups of people liked to treat him back home. he could remember being surrounded by crowds, but rather than interest and adoration, he could remember the anti-mutant signs and the physical assault. so, what can he say? he revels in it a little bit...

one overzealous fan reaches for his visor, excitedly asking, "what color are your eyes?" scott moves his head back, feeling suddenly like maybe this all might go sideways if he weren't more careful around these people who seemed unaware of the existence of mutants. ]

They're red, but I promise you wouldn't like them very much.

Nonah

[ well, count scott in as one of the dumb ones who goes along for entering the corn maze. he was pushed in, but then, he didn't really make too much of an objection, shrinking back into himself as the woman dressed like a scarecrow strongly persuaded him to 'loosen up a little.'

he eventually manages to run into you, and figures, well, why not team up and work on getting the hell out of this thing? it didn't seem that big from the outside, and hell, scott had excellent spatial awareness. ]

You know, I could just blow a hole right out of this maze. [ he says thoughtfully. ] Would that be bad? It wouldn't be that bad, right?

Wildcard

[ hit me with anything! or message me on BATGUY if you wanna plan something. ]

Nonah

[usaf]

[ There comes a voice from behind Scott. No, not directly behind him. Behind, and a little bit up. ]

Not as bad as just flying over it, I suppose.

Nadass Vihalen 💫 Alien Ambassador OC

[earthlike]

00. Network

I wasn't scheduled to visit the United States again until next Spring, but I suppose if the information the kind people at the Porter complex gave me is true, I don't really have any choice in the matter. So, let's make the most of this unplanned interruption!

Please, tell me about yourselves, and where you come from. Are you from an Earth like this one, or from another planet altogether? What is your home like? What are your beliefs and traditions?

I thank you for indulging my curiosity in this matter.

– N.V.

01. Heropa

Nadass has witnessed (and judged) her fair share of contests by now, but beauty pageants have to be some of the strangest ones she's seen. At least this time they aren't making young children parade around the stage in glittering costumes and overdone makeup, performing rigorous choreography to songs they probably don't even understand the lyrics to. No, this 'Mister and Miss Corncob' pageant is much more civilized.

Or at least, so she thought. She's sitting fairly high up in the stands when she sees a group of shambling individuals looking deathly ill start making their way towards the crowd. Concerned, and having no idea what a zombie is, she gently gets the attention of the next person over.

"Do you see those people down there? They look sick..."

05. Jeopardy

[ It's a part of Nadass' job description to respect the traditions of the various cultures she visits. So, while she doesn't understand why no one in this town is speaking to each other, she will join in on their vow of silence, going about her business calmly and quietly, using gestures or written communication to complete her errands. If she sees someone beginning to speak she will politely hold a finger to her lips and give them a smile and a nod. ]

Wildcard [ will respond brackets or prose! hmu @ objectpermanence/millennial falcon#9103 for other thoughts! ]

network

[notyuvan]

Earth is mostly abandoned in my time with mutated forests covering most of it. It's not toxic or uninhabitable, but the Origin System was explored and colonized so long ago that we can leave Earth alone to recover on its own.

[Did she call for a strange gold-eyed teenager? Well, she got one.]

I, uh, I actually don't remember where I'm from. There was an accident years ago but beliefs? I have those. Kind of. Does honor count?

kell-el | legion of superheroes

[sueperman]

( i. heropa )

[ being from a war-torn galaxy doesn't leave kell-el with fonts of knowledge, even with traveling back and forth in time. not that it matters. kell-el rubs the ring around his finger as he idly watches the people shamble towards him. maybe he went too far back? is this what people were supposed to look like?

one of them lunged at him and started chewing on his arm. or . . . tried to. the zombie moaned and kept gnawing while kell-el looked on, bored, looking for someone who looked more coherent. he lifts his arm, zombie-attached and said. ]

Hey. Is this normal?

( ii. de chima )

[ another new thing he needs to get used to; fans. considering everyone in the 44th century was rather . . . dead. and the 33rd century didn't really leave him a lot of time to garner fans, kell-el was rather out of his depth. come to think of it, his best fans were kids, despite him being terrible at it.

and continues to be terrible at it now. a few fans kept getting his name wrong and kell snapped back. ]

It's Superman. Not Stuperman, not any of that other stuff! Get it right!

( wildcard )

[ got a different prompt you’d like to do? pm this journal ]

ii.

[solarcharge]

Absolutely not.

[ Kara's just zoomed through a bunch of them, her heat vision making short work of the group, and she stops dead, staring at the S, at the resemblance. The colours match her uniform, and there's no cape, but... ]

... Kal?

Adam Parrish | The Raven Cycle

[inclinatory]

De Chima, Virginia

When he agreed to be the eyes and hands of Cabeswater, he didn't anticipate this. He was in Virginia, but it wan't exactly his Virginia. Perplexed, astonished, amazed--he could still feel something beneath his feet, but it wasn't right, the leylines were all wrong. Cabeswater was strangely silent, and his focus was completely in question as he tries to follow what would have been the main line to Henrietta. He's so caught up in how everything was wrong, wrong, wrong he didn't notice (see: didn't hear) as someone walked up beside him, practically scaring him out of his skin.

"What?" He doesn't want to be rude, especially since they looked irritated that he made them repeat their question. "Sorry you caught me on my deaf side."

Good defense, bad defense. He loathed using it, but it seemed to smooth things over. You know, until they asked him about his taste in romantic partners.

"Does it matter?" He shakes his head in disbelief. On one hand: this is the perfect answer if you are a normal person.

On the other hand: the reporter is not a normal person and is excited to report this new imPort has no preference (while truth but not the point) so he should be fair game for all.

Jeopardy, Nevada

"Shhh."

It's moment's like these, where the dead walked, that he wished he was Blue Sargent rather than Adam Parrish. Adam Parrish couldn't talk to the dead and he would really, really like to ask her if they were really keen on refusing to speak. Of all the things he thought of the dead, he was certain that they would have a lot to say.

So he makes his way to the church, almost in wonder about the energy beneath his feet. Was it pulling him closer or trying to warn him? (Both, but everything is new and different that he can't tell yet.)

"Huh." He says out loud, raising a brow at the Church of the Ancient Web Mistress. "That doesn't sound ominous at all."

Nonah, North Carolina

He's lost.

For an arts and crafts corn maze, he's absolutely impressed that he's lost. He should have figured he would be lost when he noticed few people leaving through the exit. Could he cut through the corn? Could he cheat the maze and leave, or would it bring him back here?

He's not tempting fate.

"Hello?" He calls out. "Anyone close by looking for an out?"

Two heads are better than one and maybe, just maybe, they'd be kind enough to assist.

karkat vantas | homestuck

[crab]

heropa.

[ There's something different about Heropa, when Karkat steps out into the sun and has to shade his eyes from the glare with a wince. The shambling hoard of the undead, sure, that's not an everyday thing, but it's not too far out of what Karkat would consider ordinary for Florida. What strikes him as more odd are smaller details. A different storefront here, a new palm tree there.

He knows he's been Ported out, but how long, exactly?

To be honest, he'd prefer tracking down a newspaper to find out, but he's not enough of a bastard to just stand there and watch a bunch of scantily-clad, helpless humans get eaten by zombies. Of course, there's every chance he's just offering himself up as an appetiser, and if that happens he's going to be really pissed, but that's a problem for future Karkat.

He draws his sickles with a long-suffering kind of sigh and dashes to catch up with the hoard. He leaps forward, brings both sickles around, and the head of the nearest zombie is abruptly rolling across the pavement. ]

darling

[dragony]

[ You go through one undead infestation, you go through three, you go through a dozen — a girl gets used to the danger, and at the end of the day, you still need to go to the store for eggs and rice at some point.

This is that point.

There's a pageant; there's a decent crowd of regular people; there's a smaller, negligible crowd of the undead drawn in by the spectacle of human flesh illuminated by sunlight; there's Ruka, walking past all this without even an upward glance from her phone. At least, not until her closed-off power-stroll to the market is interrupted when her cute boot kicks into and gets stuck in the severed head of the recently redeceased.

She looks at the zombie head in its eyes, and makes an ugly face in reply. ]

Ugh. Fucking gross.

[ Time to gently... kick the head... off of her shoe...

... and send it flying... back into the crowd of zombies... where it, quite messily, inevitably strikes the guy who decapitated the corpse in the first place.

A most warm and rancid revenge. ]

donna troy ✨ TITANS

[photografist]

HEROPA

[ The very last time Donna had found herself swept away into a foreign location was while under Trigon's illusions, so none of what she had experienced -- as realistic as everything smelled, felt and seen -- was actually reality.

But as she's dumped off by uniformed men, there's a slight, discomforting inkling that this is not quite the same situation. Any attempt to use her phone and contact Dick, Kory or the others is utterly futile when she has zero bars.

They did explain that she's supposedly been whisked by an intuitive machine to an alternate world, so the lack of reception is rather normal.

Then again, when was "normal" ever a defining feature in her life? Donna is immediately on edge as she strolls through the idyllic town of Heropa, her anxiety heightening when she hears screaming and the heavy sound of rushed footsteps. It doesn't take a former sidekick to know the sound of distress and chaos underway and, as much as she doesn't want to be caught up in something that isn't her business, she follows the noise only to come face-to-face with the undead ambling their way toward the stage. ]

What in the hell?

JEOPARDY

[ It only takes a good ten minutes before Jeopardy is written off her list. She does not like this haunted and potentially radioactive city, telling herself she'd rather be in Gotham or Bludhaven than here.

It's dark, creepy and way too dry for her skin or hair.

And the people are just plain fucking weird. She's attempted a couple of failed interactions, shaking her head as she steps out of a pawn shop where she had tried to ask the owner some questions about the local area.

She mutters under her breath, exasperated: ]

Seriously, what the fuck is this all about?

Jeopardy

[timetravelandguns]

They're engaged in some kind of contest. They wont be any help at all.

[ Hey, Donna, meet Cable, young man who looks like he's been through a few fights, with scars, futuristic-looking guns hanging on him, a metal arm, and a glowing eye to boot. Oh, and he's got a name tag on that says 'Hi Stupid. I'm Cable.'. ]

Tenno/Zephyr {Nara} | Warframe

[notyuvan]

((Note: doing prompts as both the Operator and Zephyr to give the most options possible with such an odd character. Also, for those in the know, she's coming post-Apostacy Prologue))

1. HEROPA.

Zephyr Prime

[She's actually not sure about the pageant. She has absolutely no idea what it's for, and the only thing she can think of while watching it is the Yuvan Theatre that Teshin had told her about up on the mountain.

So the warframe turns away, all six feet and two inches of solid black 'armor' with gold trims, and focuses on the shambling monsters heading that way. She pulls a pistol from her hip, white and trimmed with gold in typical Orokin fashion, and loaded it before taking several precise shots. For now, she's treating these creatures like the infested. They're the closest thing she could relate them to.]

I don't recommend you come this way.

[Is said to anyone who comes close. The voice that comes from the metal body is that of a young woman but there's an obvious mechanical kind of interference to it.]

2. DE CHIMA.

Tenno

[The teen walks along the street, standing out very much from most of the locals in her suit and with the silver somatic implants in her face and gold eyes. Not many people have ever seen her like this, and even then, they'd been fairly restrained.

Not like the people here. She's quickly cornered and being asked questions rapidfire, making it hard for her to even try answering before the next is asked.]

Sorry, what? I don't- I don't know. I never thought about romance. W-whatever fits, I guess? And I don't... really have a favorite food.

[The girl looks a but uncomfortable, shifting a bit.] Can I go?

[Oh, but they're not done. Then come the direct questions rather than anything general. Like what the metal bits in her face are, why does her earring float like that?]

I bought earring at Strata Relay, from the Void Trader. And those are somatic implants. I've had them for as long as I can remember.

[What are you doing for Halloween?]

What's Halloween..?

Zephyr Prime

[Zephyr absolutely stands out but her appearance also lends itself to the holiday that seems to be going on. Unlike earlier, she's not bothered about the holiday like she had been as the Operator. She doesn't get odd questions about her underwear either but that's mostly thanks to the fact that she's nothing but a large humanoid bit of metal.

There are a few hollered comments about her 'wicked costume' and mentions about a parade and contest but, again, she's not really familiar beyond the parade concept. She knows what contests are, of course, but... she's not really wearing one. That wouldn't be even remotely fair.]

NETWORK.

Tenno

[The message opens with a teenaged girl, about sixteen with cropped black hair and gold eyes. She seems equal parts exhausted and excited.]

So, this is Earth? I don't think I've ever seen it like this before, it's in pretty bad shape by my time and mostly abandoned. So, I'm not really used to how things work here. Normally, I'd just contact my allies but that's not an option so hopefully this will work.

I'm looking to see if anyone has seen any large metal human-looking suits of armor. Or knows about things like that, maybe I'll find someone from my time.

WILDCARD.

[I tried to go for some variety and options but I understand that something might just not click. If you have something in mind that you'd like to try, let's give it a go! Surprise me or feel free to PM me or hit me up on lenneths_wings.]

#2. LIZARD!!!!

[biochemastery]

There's a lot to find unpleasant about Earth. Trees were the most obvious one. Couldn't stand the things! Second only to that was the masses of humans bumbling around. Asking him questions. Did he like the attention? Of course! But this wasn't attention that really counted. And they'd started asking boring questions.

He'd thrown them off by teleporting away, but he still had stuff to do! He had equipment he needed to get his hands on, as he continued pulling together a temporary lab. That would be slowed down by being accosted. Or by taking out his frustrations more directly on the crowd. Too much to do, too little time to smash the deserving to pulp!

Also, he'd probably have to get through some doorways to get the stuff he needed, and he had a bad habit of bashing his head on tiny human architecture. So, regrettably, he'd changed into the awful little human body that had somehow been foisted upon him. It blended in better, and no door frame would stop him now. On into the crowd he went, leaving a trail of annoyed exclamations behind him as he pushed a direct path through. No time! He was not gonna get distracted by--

Wait, what was that about a Void Trader?

"You!" He grimaced at how wrong his voice sounded, and pushed aside the human that had just asked the question a little more forcefully than he'd planned. "You--Let me see that." He leaned in far too close to get a look at the earring. "Oh, definitely Void Trader work." And the clothes! Not a style he recognized, but it looked familiar, all the same. The traces of annoyance on his face were wiped away by a mildly unhinged grin. "Congratulations--You're the only other one. So! What did you do? Make the Lotus angry too?"

Hades | Lore Olympus

[underworldsdoglover]

HEROPA

[Hades is not happy about any of this - but there's very little he can do about it. These mortals are just that - mortals - and they're apparently just as clueless as he is. For someone used to being alone he's apart from his family, his friends (few though they may be) and Persephone and so he's reverted to being a bit more aloof then most mortals might feel comfortable with.

He is used to silence and isolation and until he figures out how to get out of here...

Because see? case in point. These shuffling...living shades? Sliding through the sunshine he raises an eyebrow at the chaos. The women get a second glance - less about the competition and more about how close they are to the shades. At least - could they be shades? His dread powers can't be used here and he can't order the dead back like he should be able to but he has one particular trick that will-

probably frighten several mortals.

Fuck it.

The nearest shade-creature-thing staggers and starts coughing. The thing twitches and spasms and it's body bulges and swells. The thing lets out a confused groan - glancing at him as he shrugs - before it bursts apart, bloody and gory tiger-eye stones remaining where the creature once stood.

Human beings are screaming because somehow that's worse and the blue gentleman glares right back at all of them.]

Oh come on. Don't everybody thank me at once. It's not even a precious gem! If I'd used diamonds you'd all be scrambling in that poor shade's innards for them!

[Mortals]

NONAH

[Oh gods. Mazes.

I fucking told them man! I told Minos, I want the bull and he keeps it. Like I get it, it's a gorgeous animal but that's a test right? Mortals have to learn.

"...Right. okay but I'm lost. Where's the part where you tricked his wife into - I'm sorry doing what with a what?!"

Look. Does it matter? Check out what this guy's human wizard made! Look at this maze man. It's amazing!

He had put Hecate to work finding Daedalus a higher up place in the organization because talent like that shouldn't be wasted. Sometimes some mortals were worth the discussion. Or at least he was but the mortal had delivered him a healthy respect for mazes.

"...Look. I owe you an apology."

"For what Lord?"

"...My brother."

"Poseidon had the right to behave as he did and Minos disobeyed him. We would all be better off I think if he had listened to him."

"Yeah...but. He didn't reckon with the idea that Poseidon is an idiot. Anyway you deserved better. and I'm...hoping that you can do some good work here with us."

Hecate had taken him aside after that and Hades had held up a hand. One mortal on their team, especially in terms of brilliance. It was important.

Which is why as someone approaches the blue man in a very fine suit slams an arm across their chest holding a skein of brightly colored yarn.]

You're going to want this. Before you go in here.

Nonah

[walker_cain]

Cain has been here just long enough to know that this is yet another weird world, yet another weird life, that he has been thrust into. His own life and world weren't enough, no, of course not. Yahweh had to cast him into another world, and into yet more trials. Damn that arrogant bastard.

Cain groaned as he wandered, and investigated, and pondered what he must do, and should do, on this new world. His curse, here called a Power and made into something that was different, was just as bothersome, and he just was not really up for it, any of it. Not that he had a choice. He hadn't had a good choice presented since he had lost his temper, once, so long ago.

Nonetheless, he as here, now, as a man slammed an arm across his chest, with... yarn?

Yarn, and a maze. Oh, come on!

"For the gods' sake, a test? Already? Why me?" There was serious groaning going on as Cain facepalmed. He took the yarn, and looked at the maze again.

"Didn't Theseus, Cadmus, or one of those idiots, do this already? Like, five thousand years ago?"

Sammy Stevens ( King Falls AM )

[sassydadfriend]

( A. Heropa )

[ Sammy had been watching the pageant contest with a bit of judgemental amusement. It certainly reminded him a bit of some of the ridiculousness of King Falls but not quite.

What really makes it feel a bit like home is when something weird happens.

Maybe he's calmer than he should be with the realization he's coming to. ]

Are those zombies...?

( B. Network )

For curiousity's sake, what's the strangest thing that's ever happened to you?

( C. Wildcard )

[ I'll match tenses and styles! Feel free to hit me with your best shot or hit me up via PM or on plurk at poetanarchy if you want to plot something or want a specific starter. ]

network

[earthlike]

I suppose the strangest thing would probably be when both the Catholic Pope and the head of Scientology tried to convert me to their religions in the same week.

[ For some people, the strangest thing might be traveling to a different planet... But no. To Nadass, that's just work. ]

Caleb Michaels | The Bright Sessions

[atypically]

HEROPA

Caleb is still trying to get to know the lay of the land. It's a lot, knowing that he can't control whether he gets to go back home or not; that he's going to see his family or be able to visit Adam at school, and now he's just...stuck here for an indeterminable amount of time. In an effort to distract himself, Caleb is checking out the port towns.

Probably the last thing he expects to have to process while he's already got enough to figure out is the fact that zombies are an actual thing here.

He feels a little like he's choking on the thick, neon orange slime of fear when it settles on his chest and in his throat, coming from every direction. It's hard to even see straight, he's so distracted by it, and at first, he's not really sure what the cause of the fear is, exactly. Not until he feels someone grab him and when he turns to look, he finds himself face to face with a hungry-looking animated corpse.

"What the fuck?!" he yelps, snatching his arm away and stumbling back and straight into another person.

MAURITA FALLS

Sometimes, being an Atypical is bullshit. No, seriously. As much as Caleb would love to be amused at the way the angry old lady shakes her cane at the idiot who appears to be currently being bitten in the ass by karma for his crime against her. Hell, he'd like to be laughing at the guy, too, but it's kind of hard to find his own feelings under the ones of everyone else. Currently, as usual, anger is the loudest and he feels the white-hot burn of the little old lady's outrage clashing with the slimy orange worry of the floating supervillain.

It's a weird, oobleck-y pale orange clog in his sinuses, coiling additionally in the pit of his stomach and making him feel uncomfortable and mildly ill. So instead of enjoying the spectacle for its absolute ridiculousness, Caleb finds himself sinking to sit down on a nearby curb, lowering his head between his knees. Normally, he's a lot better at controlling the incoming emotions from other people, but he's still trying to get his bearings here, so it's a little harder than he'd like.

Re: Caleb Michaels | The Bright Sessions

[timetravelandguns]

"Bunnies. Think of bunnies. It helps. Sometimes." There is a shuffle and a thump as Cable sits next to this other young man, and settles in, looking up and out and just speaking softly. And more than anything else, not radiating a single sense, emotion, or thought. He is, for all intents and purposes, a blank space to anyone who can sense. This suits him just fine, as he, like so many others who are sensitive, feel things intensely, and he has no wish to inflict that on others.

Sitting next to the man, he sighs. He takes out a beer, flips off the top, and drains down a long drink as he considers the scene. The floating man, with his distress, the yelling and angry woman, and the jeering crowd, it all feels a little surreal, like a too-loud television set or a too-large crowd of people all talking at once, when you need to hear just one person. And then there is this young man, and to Cable, he makes the most sense of everything here. He is familiar. And so he sits, a spot of quiet next to him, and just rests.

Leeloo | The Fifth Element | OTA

[thefifthelement]

Heropa Zombies:
She found herself studying the beauty pageant, standing there watching the ladies parade across a stage in swim suits. Pose, turn, step, pose, turn, walk. She tilted her head, wondering if the women of this planet were always like this or if this were special.

Someone groaned from a distance, making her turn her head to look. Several people were scattering as more people shambled forward. This took her attention more than the pageant, a curious hum as she turned to walk with purpose that way. Her short white cropped shirt, gold pants and orange over thong stood out as much as her orange hair in this city. She wandered closer to the slow moving masses and frowned. "Those are not good."

With a glance around she tried to figure out what best to do. Those things were evil. It was her calling to protect life. The people at the show were life. Looking at another person she questioned them. "Do you fight?"

Maurtia Falls:
It's a sight to be seen. A big man in star pants stealing a old ladies purse. She stand there, watching the woman wave her cane up at the floating man. Well, she had seen stranger. In the last world she was at, people and cars floated. Though this man seemed frantic after a bit.

She moved to stand near the crowd of people, hands on her slender hips and looking up, up, up at the man. The woman begging someone to do something. To get her purse back. "He must come down sometime." She assured her, wondering if she should go up and get him herself.

Jeopardy:
This city is a bit more like she's used to, with the lights and the buzzing sounds, but it's also oddly quiet. Not like a normal city. As she walks through the city, she wanders, eyes open to everything.

"Excuse me." She said to one man. "Where is porter?" She wanted to go back to another place, but she was lost. The man shh'ed her and stood there, staring at her for a moment before pointing down the street, then walking away.

Frowning, she nodded and started that way, only to find a very large place of worship before her. A ...church, was it? She stood there looking at the spiders and things at the church, wondering why it was important. This was not the porter.

"Hello?" She said to a person near by. "Where is porter?"

Jeopardy

[mysterioisthetruth]

This person is someone who may not look so out of place in her universe. He certainly looks out of place here, among the regularly-dressed people, even the ones who were a bit odd - he's not only wearing an armoured suit that lights up, he also has a long cape and a fishbowl-like helmet over his head. His face can't be seen at all but he does actually speak when she asks her question.

"It's not near here. Are you lost?"

richie tozier | it (2017)

[measuringdicks]

[maurtia falls]

[Richie is—not about to lift a finger to help this guy get down from there. Instead, he just buys himself an ice cream cone, takes a lick, and just sits back and watches while the old woman shrieks angrily at Mister Mars. That's what you get when you try out a new superpower in public without testing it first, and Richie's not going to help this dumb motherfucker out.]

I think I can see his wang from here. Looks pretty tiny, too, leggings are so not good for him. [He motions to Mister Mars' dumb leggings, the ice cream dripping slowly onto the sidewalk.] How long do you think it's gonna be until he makes it to Mars, if he keeps this up? The rate he's going, I'd give him probably like, a couple years. It's a pretty slow rise.

[The old woman shrieks more expletives at the sky. Richie snickers.]

Either that or she's gonna find a way to get up there to kill him.

[nonah - corn maze]

[Richie might be a straight-A student and might've once managed to kill an evil sewer-dwelling murder clown, but he is also still a thirteen-year-old boy with very poor impulse control, so of course he's going to walk right into the corn maze. Can't be too hard to find his way out, after all, right? Just keep dragging your hand along one side of the wall, and if you get lost, yell like a banshee. Or just chop your way through the maze's walls, if that's possible.

Unfortunately, he did not count on the maze being much bigger and much twistier than he could reasonably expect. An hour in, and he's pissed, he's tired, and he's just that teeniest bit terrified, because he's already shouted for help more than once and been greeted with nothing but silence. Oh, god. Oh, god. I don't want to go missing.

He races to an open area of the corn maze, twists around on his heel. He sucks in a breath and bellows:] Hey! Hey! Can anyone hear me?! Is there anyone here?! Help! Fucking help me already!

[Panic starts to rise in his chest. Fuck, fuck, fuck.]

[nonah - night clubs]

[One of the things that Richie's found out he can do is turn into a fully-grown adult. Okay, one fully-grown adult, and only one age (Old As Fuck Dumpster Raccoon, so far as Richie knows), but that's still something. He walks down the street to a night club that he's heard is offering free entrance to imPorts, just this once, and looks around quickly (missing other imPorts walking around). Then he ducks into an alleyway.

Two minutes later, this guy comes out, wearing a more grown-up version of the loud Hawaiian shirt Richie was wearing earlier and whistling innocently as he walks the rest of the way to the night club. Come up to the bouncer and you'll hear Richie saying this:]

—new here, man, of course I haven't gotten an ID yet! Look at my face, man, I've got a beard and I've got hair down to my toes, what do you want me to do, pull down my pants so you can see? Just let me in already, you'll save us both the embarrassment.

nonah

[notyuvan]

Don't panic.

[His yelling is definitely heard by someone. It's another teenager with gold eyes but she seems completely at ease with the maze and the situation. She hasn't technically found her way out yet but, if she wanted, she's sure she could cheat a way out.]

I'll stay with you, if you want. Or I can see if my Warframe can get us out. Zephyr can jump higher than most I've used before.

number five ( the umbrella academy )

[callidus]

02. De Chima

[ as a child, this sort of situation was pretty commonplace. it was do something heroic, save some people or what have you, then stand around for picture taking while dad answered questions. or do interviews on their own for newspapers and magazines. basically, he and his siblings spent a hell of a lot of time in the spotlight.

five, however, has spent a lot longer out of it. between life in the apocalypse and the job that followed, this just really isn't his scene. and all this coupled with the fact that he's still getting used to being here in the first place. just found his way back home and displaced again. this is such bullshit.

he's already blinked away from the people and their stupid questions once, only to have some of them spot him again. more inane questions, a few more pictures. fun ]

Listen asshole, if you don't get that camera out of my face, I'm gonna jam it in your eye.


03. Maurtia Falls

[ this would be easy enough for five to deal with. even at that height. blinking up a nearby building and then out to the idiot hanging in the air to grab the purse would be simple. hardly any effort at all. he could even probably bring the idiot back down if he really wanted to]

If I help him, it'll only encourage his shitty behavior.

[ honestly, the whole thing probably could have been prevented in the first place. get him as he grabbed the purse or before he got too high. instead, five stands with his arms crossed over his chest, looking up at the (five assumes) self-proclaimed supervillain as he raises higher into the air ] Guess the old man was right. Practice with your powers really is important. As if I'm not proof enough of that already.

Wildcard

[ hit me with something else if you wanna! or msg me on bandakar to plot something out ]

[numberthree]

[ Allison was on her way between jobs, glasses on and fast steps in those impossibly high heels, bypassing the crowds with the air of long practice (and a new lack of the same kind of worldwide notoriety she'd been so used to only months ago). She might have missed it entirely, if it hadn't been for the voice that suddenly came out of nowhere in the crowd.

Caustic, sharp, and oh so familiar. Making her turn on the spot and survey all the heads crowding around someone much shorter than them. Someone with a camera backing up so suddenly at the threat that Allison can see her brother suddenly, and all thought of warning leaves her for a suffocating relief. The reaction skipping steps


What happens for Five, though, is that within the field of his vision a small text box pops up, to the lower right of straight on, while Allison herself starts slipping her way through his crowd. There's only so much she can do to get by or move people when she can't actually use her own words except just push her way through. ]

To: Five Hargreeves

Oh, god, it is you. Finally.

Deethra | The Dark Crystal: Age of Restistance

[grottanlost]

DE CHIMA
[At first, Deet does her best to keep up with the question, happily answering them.
She does her best to take pictures with people that want one after they explain to her what they're doing and how it works. But it doesn't take long for her to become overwhelmed by all the attention. There's just too many flashing lights. Too many questions. Too many people closing in on her small form.

Without warning her wings spring from their hiding place beneath her clothing and she takes to the air. She stops a few feet out of reach.]

I'm sorry! You all seem quite lovely but I need some space.


NONAH.
[Deet didn't understand the significance of the maze. Someone said it was just for fun told her she should give it a try for herself. She tried to argue that she could just fly over it but they told her that would be cheating and Deet didn't want to be a cheater.

So here she is, somewhere in the maze, stopped at a splitting pathway looking down one way then the other.]

I'm pretty sure I've already been this way. Or was it that way?


JEOPARDY.

Hello, my name is Deet. What's your name? [Despite the many times she's asked this question and received silence in return, her tone has remained just as cheerful and determined to get someone to speak to her. The small, dirty being has gone from one person to another repeating her greeting and waiting for a response.

When it doesn't come after a few moments she wanders on to the next while quietly musing to herself. Why don't they respond? She's noticed that they point toward the church but she has no idea the significance of the building.]


WILDCARD.
[Hit me with whatever, if you have questions you can message me on plurk at rubberspaceducky]

nonah

[measuringdicks]

Hello?! Is someone—

[Richie whips around a corner, frantic, wild-eyed, looking like someone who has not had a very good day. He's been stuck in this maze an hour now and it's getting deeper and twistier than he bargained for, and half the time he's expecting to turn the corner now and see that fucking clown—

He does not see the clown. Instead he sees—uh. Well. Someone else?]

Fuck, please tell me you know the way out of here.

Annette Fantine Dominic | Fire Emblem: Three Houses

[boltaxes]

Heropa

[Earth is...a lot to take in, and Heropa is especially a lot, given the warm weather despite the onset of autumn. For Annette, born and raised in the frigid kingdom of Fhaergus, that alone is enough to make her feel out of sorts. The beauty pageant with a swimsuit competition is yet another one of those...odd...things that she's going to need time to get used to.

Now, the zombie horde that rolled up to play? That's something both familiar and unsettling at the same time!

Springing into action, a tiny young woman dressed in a fur and feather lined coat steps up, her hands burning with magical fire.]

...Get down! There's some behind you!


De Chima

[Costumes and fun? That's a lot more easy for her to wrap her head around, and Annette is all in on those rummage bins. Rifling through things, she grabs up a bulky suit of what seems to be spandex. Except when she puts it on...over her regular clothes because it's just that darn huge...it seems to conform to her body. Clearly a self-fitting costume...]

Ack! H-Help!


Wildcard

[Wildcard option. HMU on Plurk at intercession to plot something.

As a note I'll avoid spoilers for Fire Emblem: Three Houses unless you tell me you're good with them in the subject line. For the TDM Annette's powers are general Magic, short-range teleportation, and short range telekinesis to help her reach things on the top shelf.]

heropa

[notyuvan]

[What she finds when she looks back is a black and gold metal figure firing a pistol at a couple oncoming zombies. At least until that warning. One is too close to recklessly fire her gun at it so she carefully sidesteps it instead and draws a sword from her back to cut it in half.]

Thanks. [The voice is feminine but there's a robotic interference to it.]

Are you alright? [She keeps the sword drawn to deal with what else is dragging closer.] Let me know if you get tired.

Nathan Summers/ Kid Cable | Marvel Comics

[timetravelandguns]

Heropa

Zombies? Really? Nathan Summers had had enough weirdness for one day, thanks. He had been abducted across dimensional lines, kicked into a new world with new powers, been told he was famous, and now had encountered these zombies who were obviously rejects from a horror movie call.

But there was no way he was going to let these idiots harm the nearby crowds. Especially today, when it was almost time for his favorite podcast. Hey, wait, was that even on in this world? Ohhhhh, man, it had better be!

He brought his guns to bear, and let loose, taking out a zombie at a time with precise headshots, angry now, and worried he would have to find new and good content to watch and listen to. A good broadcast drama was hard to find!

As the zombies came closer, he spotted someone else nearby and called out. "Now would be a good time to grab a weapon or somewhere to hide, friend."

***

De Chima

A Halloween Costume contest was... well, it was startlingly normal, really. And Nathan had no idea how to act. His outfit was outlandish enough to qualify as a costume, apparently, because people applauded and cheered every time he neared the contest area. He did like this city, though. The tech was the kind of tech base that he could use to his advantage.

He had a law degree from Harvard, not that it was from the one in this world, but he mostly liked putting things together. Mostly weapons, but still, other things too. Cerebros, computers of other kinds, ships, combat armor... that sort of thing.

He was slinking away from the costume contest area when he almost bumped into someone.

"Sorry, friend. Just ducking the enthusiasm."

***

Nonah

In the middle of a maze, where people were lost, and brokenhearted, there was a raging fire... no, wait, that was a relatively in control bonfire.

Really, not even a large bonfire. Maybe just a fire.

And at this reasonably sized fire, there sat a young man who was holding out a stick over the fire, slowly crisping a marshmallow, grinning. He had just learned about this activity from Tabitha and since he was stuck in this annoying maze, he figured, why not?

Don't ask why he had the makings of s'mores on him. Just don't.

But do come and join him. He'll share!

De Chima

[mutantdom]

Charles was still trying to get a grasp on what was going on around him, and how he’d gotten here. One of the two questions was easy enough to answer, it was Halloween. How he’d arrived and where he needs to go are two separate things. Something seems so be off with his abilities, and he’s in the middle of sorting that out when he bumps into someone, possibly something.

“My apologies. I must not have been paying attention. Could I trouble you to ask where this place is?”

Tadashi Hamada | Big Hero 6 with some ol' MoM flavor

[tadeadshi]

De Chima

[You know, if he had to be anywhere, this world is not where he would have expected to be. Again. It's fine. It's fine! It's fine. It's... Halloween again, and there's some kind of parade. He doesn't want to cause a fuss with anyone who may still be around who knows him, so Tadashi digs around for a mask and finds, laughably, a zombie mask. He puts it on and stands more with the crowd watching.]

I guess if I have to be here again, at least it's while things are fun. [But he's not going to walk in that parade for anything, don't even try to shove him into it.]

Nonah

[The genuine-faux-corn maze is new. He doesn't remember this ever being done the last couple times he was here. So Tadashi figures why not. He's got a comm and recognizes a couple names (though they don't. know he's back yet) in case anything happens. If nothing else, he has his powers that can help make things worse.

Tadashi wanders in early on in the day. He's tall, but the corn is still taller and just high enough Tadashi can't see over it for landmarks. He offers a nonchalant comment here and there to anyone he runs into. walks with anyone that seems to be going the same direction for a few minutes.

It's when the sun starts going down and Tadashi can't tell if he's gone the same path or not that he starts to worry. After Dark, Tadashi's walking a little faster, calling out for anyone still around.]

Hello? Is anyone still out here? Kinda. Yep, definitely kinda lost!

👀

[dragony]

[ fuckin haunted corn mazes!!! fuckin ghosts!!! fuckin!!! halloween!!!

This is, without a doubt, Ruka's least favorite time of the year — there's always zombies, or zombie-adjacent fakers, or! Other undead!! It's always a nightmare. How did she even wind up in this maze? She's not entirely sure, but it would be really nice to get out of here before sun up. Or, hell, before midnight would be nice — she's pretty sure that getting stuck here in the worst of the dark hours is going to get dicey.

Which is... apparently starting now, great, because Ruka is short and definitely can't see over the corn maze walls, but now she's hallucinating familiar voices, and that's never a good sign. ]

Oh, I'm really not in the mood for this...

[ Ugh. Ugh!! ]

Calendar Man | DC Comics | Of Course He Remembers CnC and MoM, Who Else Would Play Calendar Man

[exceptfebruary]

00. The Network. Text.

Monday, October 31st, 2011. I became an imPort for the first time.

Sunday, April 16th, 2017. Easter. The last date I remember. It seems I've missed things in my absense. Do people still talk of the Calendar Man?

Now I am an imPort for a third time. Thursday, October 31st, 2019. Happy anniversary.

It's Hallowe'en. Children put on masks to keep the evil at bay. But then, isn't that what heroes do all year round? Will the Jack-o'-lanterns keep the undead away? Will the Trick or Treaters be enough to keep Atropos at bay?

I would like to get back to work. So perhaps it is time for you to don your masks and do your own work, heroes. No one will remember the Calendar Man if they join the dead.

Happy Hallowe'en.


02. De Chima.
[ Julian is wearing a costume, of course, but not any of the ones provided. He's wearing his own - red, with the calendar accrouments and cape. He wanders along the parade, ignoring the cheers until a local shouts, "Whoa, are you supposed to be that Calendar Guy? I totally forgot about him, haha. Deep cut, dude, nice!"

Julian turns to him and says with a very cold tone of voice - ] "Deep cut"?

04. Nonah.

[ He's still in costume, and that's a bit odd for a full grown man on Hallowe'en, but maybe you recognize him. Or maybe you don't. Either way he spots you, another human being, stuck in the corn maze. ]

Lost?

[ He definitely is. He couldn't help himself; why wouldn't he go into the corn maze?It's so festive. ]

05. Jeopardy.

[ This. This is new. This city was not here when he left. He scrolls the network, frowning, standing stock still in the middle of the sidewalk as the locals silently have to route around him. ]

There is no record of this city before October 31st, 2018. One year ago. [ He raises an eyebrow. ] Happy anniversary.

00

[restingstitchface]

Unfortunately not. Like they say, "out of sight, out of mind". I try introducing the subject at appropriate times, but you know well as I how fickle people are.

Rachel | The Animorphs (cw violence)

[horribilis]

heropa | bear;

[zombies. that's different.

but everything else is virtually the same. the gathered masses of enemies, being brutally outnumbered, oddly alone in the shifting tides of combat. the world on the line. rachel is a bear, grizzly, hundreds of pounds layered up in muscle, fat, shaggy brown fur. her paws hit like clubs, and each claw is long enough to connect the space between the skin of a man's throat and the thread of a man's spinal cord.

she somewhat lacks for accuracy, though. destroying a creature's brain in one shot isn't what she does. instead, she rolls through, smushing creatures and standing on them, knocking one into the next to clear room.

when you come up on her, there's a zombie fastened to her back. dangling by the jaws, gripping with its skinny arms, teeth snapping. she rumbles irritably, twisting to try to reach.]

<Fuckety fuck fuck fuck.>

[that would be her. yes, the bear. complaining— in your head.]

de chima | girl;

[how long has it been since she enjoyed halloween, as halloween? rachel can't really remember, and most of her doesn't actually want to care. but it wavers in the corner of her mind, trying to transpose happier times, simpler memories of childhood, family, trying to resolve this place and this time as if it's an arithmetic problem. she has never been much of a math nerd, either.

nostalgia, while she wanders around in all black clothes and heeled boots. because that's an easier retreat than to wonder how much time might be passing back home, if the import database is wrong-- how the tide of battle is swallowing her friends, the ground the yeerks are gaining, because she isn't there. what happens there if she dies here. how many imports are secretly controlled by yeerks, who might have found an alternate source of kadrona? maybe the government -- that knows about her powers, no less —- are controlled by the yeerks already. maybe--]

Ow.

[she startles, stops. stares.]

wildcard;

heropa

[notprincejake]

[ a grizzly bear fighting off zombies might be an unusual sight to most, but to one pair of keen eyes with pupils drawn to slits, it's just... familiar. it's like home. it's a massive siberian tiger breaking into a comfortable loping run, as it bee-lines straight toward where jake's cousin is being swarmed by the undead. ]

<On your left.>

[ and with the ease of long practice, and so many years fighting by each others' side and staying out of each others' way, the big cat coils its muscles and takes a flying leap: collides with the zombie and drives it off rachel's back, slamming it into the ground instead. claws flex; rip into the meat; disengage the head from its body. for a moment, he thinks of dawn of the dead. movie nights with marco.

it's gruesome but it's not something they haven't seen before in battle. when the tiger turns to look at the bear, its gaze steady and unblinking, there's no visible shift of animal expression but his voice is wry: ]

<That's you in there, right?>

Chell | Portal 2

[mute_lunatic]

02. De Chima, Virginia

[Chell moves through the crowds as if she doesn't see them, but her fists are clenched tightly by her sides. In a white tank top and orange jumpsuit (unfastened to the waist and tied around her hips with the sleeves) she's drawing the occasional suspicious look from people no doubt wondering if she's escaped from somewhere.

They could have no idea of just how right they are.

She doesn't move to get herself involved in anything that would draw too much attention, but one local spies her nanite tattoo and the next moment she finds herself surrounded by a small but loudly clamouring crowd, pointing cameras her way and loudly asking questions. The woman backs up, silently shaking her head, but they only take her silence for some kind of coy shyness and insist until her shoulders hit a wall and she visibly flinches.

Her expression barely changes, but in the next moment, a blue light shoots downwards from her palm and she drops suddenly through the ground.

A couple of streets away, she jumps out of an orange portal in the wall of an alleyway, and quickly closes them both with a snap of her fingers. Her lips press together, and she shakes her head again. Maybe it's time to find something to make her a little less noticeable.]

John Morris | The Sisters Brothers

[john_morris]

Nonah

Looking like a well dressed cowboy, John Morris is seated at one of the park benches. He has a weathered book open on his lap in which he is writing. By the thickness of the book, it appears he's often been taking note of his adventures in this journal. Despite the old fashioned appearance of his clothing, he's gotten his hands on a modern day pen and now taps it against his lips, gazing out at the parkland as he gathers his thoughts and contemplates his next written words.

Interrupt him?

Later, becoming curious, he has braved the corn maze. It has taken far longer to find the exit than he expected and now he's a little lost. Spying a figure along the path, he approaches and speaks in a very proper accent and manner:

"Excuse me, my good sir or madam, can you please direct me to the way out of this rather inconveniently designed entertainment."


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Re: John Morris | The Sisters Brothers

[made_up_names]

Oh come on.

Peter takes one look at cowboy Beck and just turns away without a word. (He can't go far, alas; he's in a dead end, and the only way out is past Cowboy Mysterio. God. He hates his life so much right now.)

Dan Egan // VEEP

[noapology]

HEROPA

"Am I enjoying it here? I don't even know where the fuck I am. Heropa? Is that actually the name of this city? It sounds like something I probably got from a Catholic schoolgirl once. No wait, twice. And why the fuck does a city in FLORIDA have a Mr and Miss Corncob pageant? Iowa I'd get, because they love corn so much if you reach up their ass it will come out their nose, but this is Florida. It's known for meth and being the place old people go to die. There's literally not one fucking redeeming about this entire shithole of a state, and my grandma lives in Jacksonville."

Not out of breath in the slightest, Dan finally looks over at the person he's talking to for the first time. "And really, zombies can't be half as fucking stupid as the idiots I talk to on a daily basis."

JEOPARDY

"You know, you'd think that all these fucking creepy lemming-people here would bother me, but honestly? It's been the best two days of my fucking life. Do you know how nice it is to not have some peace and quiet from the people who are so fucking stupid they can't tie their own shoes without getting their dick caught in the laces? Maybe I'll just settle down here, father a few quiet babies, and then go back east and retire in Westchester when they're old enough to start asking for money."

A beat. "So how long have you been here?"