DON'T MESS WITH ME AND MY SQUAD

[maskormods]

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

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

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

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

01.The city of Heropa is what one might expect from a small, bright and cheery place, where locals are friendly enough and local shop owners might offer a free drink to welcome you to their fair city. 

ImPorts who have been around for a while might notice something a little different this spring. Suddenly, April Fool's Day is the biggest holiday of the season. What's more, locals are acting as if this has always been the case! Could it be an after-effect of last year's dimensional difficulties? Whatever the case, locals are excitedly sharing ideas for this year's fooling, the Live Time channel is running commercials for its annual movie marathon, and the April Fool's Parade is sure to attract big crowds!

The city of Heropa is debuting a brand-new local mascot for the holiday: Jack Inna Box! For the week leading up to April 1, the costumed character will be wandering around downtown Heropa, taking pictures with locals and inviting them to share their best jokes. As part of his civic duty, he's making a point to meet as many new imPorts as possible — including you!

02. De Chima, Virginia, is a large city with a healthy economy, with large numbers of citizens waiting to be awed by your very presence. Look at you! Organic wonder! Synthetic wonder! Whatever you might be, those words have meaning here. Science and technology are the lifeblood of this city, so you're likely to come across a good many locals taking your picture with the newest of devices or recently published PLoS papers. The imPort craze remains high here, and you may find yourself cornered by overzealous imPort fans, media wannabes and opportunists alike, shoving cameras in your face. 

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

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



03. Maurtia Falls, Pennsylvania has carried a reputation for ups and downs ever since imPorts began reappearing again, just those few years prior. Several imPort heroes have put focused efforts into cleaning up the streets of this somewhat infamous city, while a handful of others had swooped in to help the criminal industry thrive. More so here than the streets of any other imPort city, the battle between good and evil looks more like a war of escalation than a heroic tale. Everything from the classic bank heist to brutal bloodbaths can happen around the corner. You have to keep your eyes open and your mind sharp when you live in Maurtia Falls, and hostility against imPorts can spike. The emergence of locals with superpowers is hardly helping...

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.

Today there's a big lemonade stand on one busy sidewalk, staffed by a group of industrious kids. Aww, isn't it sweet? Wait...is that a cookie stand a little ways down, also run by elementary-to-middle schoolers? Heck, the entire block is full of kid-run mini-businesses — a gathering of pint-sized entrepreneurs! And they have their eyes on you, hero, because as a celebrity imPort, your pockets are full of $$$, right?

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. 

April Fool's Day is a big holiday in Jeopardy, too, but an extremely solemn one. All congregants at the Church of the Ancient Web Mistress give up all forms of jokes and comedy for a week in recognition of the way fate spins laughter to brighten the world but, like spiderwebs, it can also be fleeting. If you'd like to know more, the locals are glad to share their pamphlets and invite you to coffee hour. It's okay to enjoy it (just don't smile too widely).

 

 

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Toshinori Yagi/All Might | My Hero Academia

[onederfulhero]

De Chima

Today, All Might's powers are in full bloom, and he's taking advantage by going to De Chima in order to help establish himself and make connections in this new world. He may not be the Symbol of Peace here, and One For All might not be functioning correctly, but it couldn't hurt to build up a good reputation here, right?

"Everything is okay... because I am here!" he announces, posing with a flourish in the middle of an awed crowd that's gathered to check out this new hero. It works- he's soon surrounded by curious admirers who want to take pictures, learn about his powers, and just find out who he is.

Unfortunately, this means he's also overwhelmed with love matches... and since All Might isn't inclined to form romantic attachments, he's in a bit of a pickle.

"...Why don't you all line up," he suggests with a flashy grin. "There's plenty of time for all of us, yes? Patience is a virtue, after all."


Nonah

All Might is still getting used to the fact that his powers are still there, but not the same. And unfortunately, the day he chooses to go to Nonah in the hope that he'll be able to assume his hero form completely, make an appearance with the children and give them some cash to help build his good name... he arrives, transforms, and is stuck with gigantic hair antennae, hero-sized feet and ankles, and nothing else.

"What kind of hero are you?" the kids jeer, or "What kind of ridiculous power is that?"

Instead of feeling the power of All Might, he has to settle for being Toshinori, and Toshinori just looks tired as he's swarmed by curious, amused, confused, and angry kids.


Wildcard

Or you could just run into him on the street. As Toshinori, he is an emaciated, sickly man who might cough up blood every now and then. As All Might, he is a muscle-bound, flashy, and extremely hammy hero who mugs for the cameras and enjoys fannish adoration in between saving people. Or, you could catch this unfortunate man in-between, because his powers don't work quite right here, and he sometimes gets stuck in a state where only a few parts of his body become heroic and muscular, and he can't do a damn thing to make it complete one way or another.

[Hit me up on Plurk at shurimon or PM this journal if you have any questions!]

de chima

[cinnamon_apple]

Okay, so this place? Close enough to home that there's not much culture shock. But there's enough that he feels out of place. People don't know about UA or any of the heroes he knows, but they seem to be familiar with the idea in general and know a lot of other heroes. He's gotten stopped a few times (which he's still getting used to, he's only had one big moment so far!) but he stops himself when he hears it.

Finally. Familiarity.

Kirishima waits patiently in the crowd, but waves one hand once he's about three people away.

"Oi, All-Might! You made it here too?"

De Chima

[heroondecku]

[Izuku has been handling the whole "suddenly on a different Earth" situation...functionally well. He's certainly falling into his usual traps, overthinking the worst possible scenarios to death and generally being low-key anxious about every not-quite-right thing. After all, it's not every day he experiences...trans-dimensional accidental kidnapping? Sure let's go with that. On the other hand, though, he's a hard kid to shake when it comes to weirdness. So barring the times where his over-active thoughts are in control, he's been remarkably good at just rolling with the madness.

And then suddenly All Might is here.]

A-All Might?

[All Might is in this park with him. In Muscle Mode. In a different world. In Muscle Mode. Being the Symbol of Peace again.

IN MUSCLE MODE.

Sup good sir your very in-costume successor is now forcing his way through the crowd with intent. He's not exactly freaking out, he just...has no idea how to process this. His brain's already been working overtime just dealing with the whole "other world" thing and "also All Might is here and DOING AN IMPOSSIBLE THING" is enough to push it over the edge. He's bluescreening a bit here.]

I-I don't mean to interrupt but could I talk to you for a bit? It's very urgent.

[CAN'T STAY MUST HAVE SECRET QUIRK TALK SORRY CITIZENS PLEASE EXCUSE]

Nie Mingjue | Mo Dao Zu Shi/Untamed

[unrelenting_sword]

Heropa
The address he'd been given had taken him time to find but the lodgings were adequate enough, even if the bed felt far too soft for his tastes. The floor would do if he had no other options, and he did examine the rest of the furniture before he ventured back outside.

Buildings aside, the city itself seemed not too different from one of the cities at home, his footsteps carrying him along streets near his residence as he eyed each shop in turn pausing outside what seemed to be some sort of restaurant, even if the name made no sense to him.



Maurtia Falls

He's not unused to the bustle of cities but everything about this world has him on edge, the people, the clothing, the fact he's here instead of where he should be and the concern over everything left behind.

Specifically Huaisang and how he's managing without Mingjue there to at least try to guide him on the right path. The stranger who stops in front of him, though has him just staring for a long moment, fingers reaching for his saber before he shakes his head.

The idiot doesn't seem to have much in the way of powers after giving him a moment, head cocked to one side. And then Mingjue moves, fist slamming into his jaw because he's not wasting his saber on an idiot.


Wildcard

Feel free to ask/suggest an alternate scenario, or just run into him somewhere.

Maurtia Falls

[softheartedshizun]

"What are you doing!?" he cried out in shock. "That's way too much force for someone like that.

Why!? Who does that? Who does that as a reasonable response to someone so low on the spectrum as to be obvious cannon fodder! What kind of fucking maniac just punches a guy, probably breaking his jaw, over such a petty crime!? At the rate things were going Shen Qingqiu was starting to think he should just ditch his cultivator robes and go full-on modern clothing. Maybe he could have a cultivator secret identity? Or, just, not care! It wasn't like he got to do cool cultivator things or anything! He spent his days reading books and reviewing them. He might as well be back in his old life!

And as much as he ranted in his head, and did not want to deal with this situation, he understood that someone had to help that poor bastard on the ground. Even if they had done something wrong this was a moment for teaching. It was obviously some dumb kid who hadn't put a lot of thought into this and could be taught a lesson. Not in such an extreme way though! And, as a cultivator, it was his job to deal with other cultivators. He was a peak lord after all, he had a role to play.

Even if they weren't from his world, he still should hold himself properly.

"You can't just... hit people like that," he was ready to stand between the individuals if he had to. "Though this person has done wrong, the response is too extreme."

Hyacinth Sun | OC

[greektragedy]

HEROPA

Florida was humid any time of year, she's starting to realize. Hyacinth moves through the throngs of people, fiddling with her hair nervously as she tries to piece together why everyone is flooding the streets. What kind of holiday was it? Were the holidays different? For the first time in her ridiculously short life, she's actually wishing she was able to use her divine powers at will. Prophecy or divination would be extremely helpful right now! 

Unfortunately, the veil was much different here and she's not entirely certain how it was going to work.

"Excuse me." She taps someone on the shoulder. "Can you tell me what's going--"

That's when it happens. The mascot rounding the corner and standing FAR too close for comfort, bells dangling in her face as he goes to try to introduce himself.

Her eyes go wide, her jaw drops, and she screams.

Someone save her from the mascot.

DE CHIMA

Hyacinth doesn't remember when she got shoved to the front of the line, but here she was, right up front with the device that was apparently supposed to predict her true love. She nearly rolls her eyes at the idea of having a compatible match this early on of being here but-- who knows! Maybe they had government ties of some sort where they knew her history on top of her love life.

(And if she did, they'd know she's had terrible luck in love, and her last major love ended in tragedy... for her.)

When the match prints with the coupon, she has no idea who it is.

"Hey, can you tell me who this might be? I don't really... know anyone here."

Maybe you're the lucky person! Want to go on a date?

NETWORK

What is the point in having precognition if it doesn't work when you need it to? Coffee hour was embarrassing and I don't know if I can show my face in Jeopardy ever. Again.

Please tell me this gets easier? I'm not sure how to handle everyone asking about the "newbie" imPort and trying to pry into my life.

NETWORK

[softheartedshizun]

Simple. Lock your door, don't look yourself up, and engage in activities that require little interaction with the public.

Rye "JUPITER" Kalibash | Original Character

[jup1t3r]

01. HEROPA

There's something about clowns. Something that makes the hairs on Rye's arms stand up, a cold prickle uncomfortable at the back of his neck. He's an at the peripheries kind of guy on a good day, but today he's staying as far out of the way as possible, skulking anonymously to avoid attention. Attention which comes his way anyway, the mascot in all its terrifying glory making a beeline for him.

For anybody watching the scene unfold, one second Rye is standing next to an utility pole and the next he isn't.

The eagle-eyed might notice that he's reappeared inside a coffee shop across the other side of the street, behind the counter. Without so much as an explanation to the confused baristas and waiting customers, he puts in an order for the biggest caramel latte they serve. Staking his claim to a comfortable chair in the corner, he shoots unwelcoming glares at anybody who looks like they might ask him what just happened.


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02. DE CHIMA

It's not that Rye is obsessed with disruption, exactly. He just likes it a lot and entertainment comes cheaply when he's got the necessary skills to cause it when he pleases. The tech fair at the Convention Centre Park proves something he can't resist. The idea of a Love Match scanner leaves him feeling nauseated, the premise stupid enough that he thinks somebody should fix it. Somebody like him.

With his beaten up laptop resting in his lap, he diligently sets to work. The system is bordering on primitive and it's a few short minutes before the scanner starts malfunctioning. Or, according to Rye, starts working better than ever before.

Now, instead of printing out a high percentage love match every time, the scanner perkily reports 100% MORTAL ENEMIES in a random pattern. Rye spares no thought for the bemused expressions on couples' faces as they start to complain at the Love Match staff, some even going as far as arguing with each other. Snapping the lid of his laptop shut, he relaxes back into the chair he's watching from, smugly enjoying the fruits of his labour.

HEROPA

[eightfoldlight]

Yenh's attention, trained upon the mascot, put Rye in her peripheral vision when he blinks from existence. She holds still and waits, unblinking—only to see a confused movement in the café.

Deciding that this was more interesting than a poor fool in a costume, she jaywalks at a jog, feline ears swiveling to determine whether she needs to actually dodge traffic or not. Leaving in her wake only a little honking from drivers who disagreed with her assessment of safe pedestrian crossing conditions, she pushes into the shop. She hadn't exactly seen what he'd looked like, but she figured between the color of his clothes and his body language, she could suss him out. Her good eye swivels around until she meets the glare of the man.

Yenh beams in a smile punctuated by two pointy fangs. She takes the anti-invitation as her own personal invitation. "You do that often?"

Yenh Quryoja (Warrior of Light) | Final Fantasy XIV

[eightfoldlight]

a. De Chima

Shortly after leaving the military base, Yenh accumulated a tiny entourage of imPort fans. These she had actively encouraged to walk along with her, figuring she can learn more from eager locals than from maps. ... even if half of what she learns is a confused mash of accounts of their favorite imPorts, and they do end up drawing attention by sheer numbers and volume. Yenh, as prone to excitement as she is, laughs along heartily despite having also lost track of the plot somewhere five minutes ago.

Her feline ears catch the sounds of people gathering deeper in the park. Yenh cranes her head to try and see what is going on. No luck. She tells the group that she's going to go see what's happening, and they all follow along, setting the tale aside for now.

What she does not anticipate was that it was some kind of matchmaking device. She looks at the signs, she looks at the crowd gathered to try it out, she looks at her nerdy entourage. Yenh turns on heel to leave without another word.


b. Maurtia Falls

As she watches the self-proclaimed Mister Mars float upward and realizes he's having some trouble, her expression of extreme pity turned into one of alarm. "Alright, hold on! Don't panic! I shall try to get you down, Mister! —madam, please, I shall return you your purse, but what if he casts himself into the void? —no, I will not. I have to rescue that poor man, and I've no idea where your walking stick has been."

Yenh may not be able to pluck him from the air with her magic, but maybe with a little extra weight, they'll sink downward? She shoots out a magical grappling line to 'Mister Mars' and launches herself up to join him in the air. After a confused mass of yelling, flailing, and reassuring gestures, Yenh settles herself on his back. ... and realizes they have only sunk downward a few meters at best.

Below them, the old woman becomes even more furious, and begins calling both of them extremely rancid names. "... well, plan B. We'll protect each other's egos from her abuse while we wait for someone to arrive. Don't be tempted to ascend, I doubt she can do much.

"A little more assistance, please!" She calls down to the crowd. As she does, she pulls out her device and begins taking selfies with Mister Mars.

c. WILDCARD

Give me a poke if you want to thread something out specifically, or surprise me!

De Chima

[hellufacade]

[Emet-Selch is quite enjoying his nap when his phone alerts begin to go off one after another. The locals were at least an excellent intelligence network. And there she was, Yenh Quryoja, name spelled a myriad of ways, but enough of them matched his Gloogle Alerts. No rest for the wicked, he supposed. He considers getting dressed, but he’s not in the mood for a fistfight with a rabid animal. So instead, he simply calls her. ]

Oh my, look who has shown up! It took you long enough, hero.

yasha nydoorin / cr2

[barberian]

heropa

(The bright, cheeriness of the place reminds Yasha of Hupperdook. A town in celebration. She doesn't entirely understand what it is they're celebrating (April Fools' Day sounds like fun, and therefore would never be celebrated in Xhorhas), but she isn't adverse to exploring the festivities.

Until she's accosted by the Jack Inna Box. If you're enjoying a stroll through the town you'll probably notice the two of them together: Yasha, too-tall, dressed in black and white and grey and plastered to the side of the mascot character, its bright blue arm slung around her. They're trying to take a selfie with her. Yasha isn't entirely sure where to look, so she's just staring straight up into the sky with a vague 'help me' look about her.)

nonah, nc

(Yasha has three Wildemount dollars and a button.

Or at least she thought that she did. Her pockets seem to be empty of anything she had on her before she ended up here. A child is staring up at her imploringly, and holding out a glass of lemonade. Yasha is strongly wishing it were ale, but unfortunately, it isn't making it so.)

Hang on. (She has to have something that she can give. Perhaps they're open to trade. She leaves and returns with a few flowers she's found out by the side of the road and offers them, but all the tiny shopkeeper gives her in return is a look of complete exasperation. Yasha glances down at the flower, and gives the stem a twirl between finger and thumb.) I don't think that I have any coin, I'm sorry. I had more at home?

(Somebody might need to give her a hand with the currency here.)

maurtia falls, p

(While Yasha kept what strengths and powers she already has with little change, one got a bit of a boost. And what better moment to test that boon than right now, as the self proclaimed Mister Mars floats away, clutching stolen property to his bare chest?

Yasha unleashes her Necrotic Shroud. Her appearance is already intimidating enough; she ups that ante with eyes that pool black, and two large, skeletal wings that burst out from her back. Before arriving here, they were only ever for show. Now, they're functional, and using them feels like exercising a muscle she hasn't used in a long time.

She takes to the air with ease. It isn't something you ever forget how to do, apparently. The man who had once been laughing and congratulating himself on his brilliant escape, shrieks at the sight of her and pedals his legs fruitlessly through the air as Yasha lunges. She grabs him by the ankle, removes the bag from his grasp with an unceremonious wrench, and throws him as hard as she can toward the ground.

He doesn't go as far as she'd hoped. In fact, he sort of coasts to a stop about a meter above the ground, cushioned by his own powers. But that's okay, because Yasha has the bag, and she's going to come back down to the ground and attempt to give it to the little old woman, who simply starts to scream at the sight of her.)

I have your– stop, please, I'm not going to hurt you–

nonah

[viciousmaukery]

[And that’s when a familiar purple, tattooed hand puts down a grand total of thirty dollars.

Molly still believes in paying way too much for something, and the kid’s eyes grow wide at the sight of the money. Also at the sight of a lavender tiefling dressed like a rainbow with a pair of sunglasses slipping down his nose, but he’s lived in Nonah for long enough now that the money gets a more interested glance than he himself does.]

If you keep them coming for me and my friend here, there’ll be more where that came from. [The tiny shopkeeper nods, absolutely delighted with this turn in fortune, and happily pours Yasha a glass of lemonade. Which is when Molly turns to look at her.]

Gods, Yasha, you’re a sight for sore eyes. [He sounds so relieved to see her. And worried too, he supposes, but mostly relieved.] It’s been—fuck, far too long since the last time I saw you.

Alucard | Castlevania (Netflix)

[darkmetamorphosis]

De Chima

Even I know a fake auger when I see one.

[ he looks down at his "love ticket" and muses dryly. ]

I'm surprised it hasn't asked me for any money yet...

Nonah

[ alucard hands the requested money to the ambitious children and takes a sip from the small paper cup, and smiles politely. ]

It's very good, thank you.

[ it's not good. ]

Wildcard

[ yeah, these are lazy prompts. if you wanna toss something random at me, go for it. ]

Izuku "Deku" Midoriya | My Hero Academia (Manga, spoilers for anime)

[heroondecku]

Maurita Falls

[Izuku spots the airborne wanna-be villain and his victim and is airborne the moment he realizes what's happened. A purse-snatcher rescue-then-arrest? Even in a different world with different rules and different Quirks, he can handle something like that, no problem.

A good solid jump is all he needs to grab the man mid-air, and when the upwards...momentum?...of his power impedes descent Izuku just reels them back to solid ground with a snap of Blackwhip that takes barely any focus at all. By the time he touches down he's so childishly giddy at how smooth and almost natural that went, his smile a few watts brighter as he goes to return the stolen purse.]

Here you go, ma'am--

[The woman snatches her purse out of his hand and launches into a tirade at him before he even has a chance to react, and Izuku can't help reflexively curling in on himself. This has gone...very off-script compared to what he's used to.

Well. At least he caught the villain, right? He can reassure himself with that much. As the old lady storms off, he turns his attention to Mister Mars - who is still attempting to float to freedom, resulting in him dangling upside down due to Izuku's hold around his chest and "under" his arms. The man will not stop squirming. It is the saddest escape attempt.]

Did you really -ow- decide to waste your Quirk like -ow- this before you even knew how to- please stop flailing your legs, sir.

[Could someone give him a hand? Or at least call the cops for him. He's having a bit of A Time here.]


Jeopardy

[Growing up in a world full of Quirks as he did, Izuku is extremely difficult to phase. Things that are fantastical or impossible even by this world's standards are just his normal. There's quite a lot of "abnormal" things someone could list off that he's probably either experienced, seen, or could easily imagine happening.

Getting Witnessed at by a spider church is not one of them.

And yet here he is.

Anyone looking at the exchange can see that he's not really comfortable right now. His body language is full of awkwardness and stress - but at the same time he just. Keeps smiling and nodding and making polite responses. He can't help it, he's trapped by his own desire to not be rude and he has no idea how to handle this sort of situation.

Someone please save him before he ends up going to one of these coffee hours purely out of obligation and shame.]


Everywhere

[Odds are, no matter where or when you are, you can spot Izuku squirreled away at a table somewhere. Indoors and outdoors, costumed or casual wear, there he be: taking notes in, on, and about the papers and folders he was given on arriving. As to how he got anything to immediately take notes with, let's be real, if he didn't talk the pen and highlighter off his initial government and military contacts he got them handed to him for free somewhere.

Don't worry about where the notebook came from. Those just tend to happen.

Feel free to come pester him in the middle of his work. He won't mind! Ignore the mumbling, he's just thinking out loud.]

((Or feel free to PM me here or at AngelLeriel if you want something more specific!))

Maurtia Falls

[recommendations]

[ Suddenly, out of the crowd, a lasso of rope extends and wraps itself around Mister Mars' ankles. And holding the other end of the rope is Momo, reeling him in so he can't float away. ]

Deku-kun, you're back as well. We should tie him down, then call the authorities.

Kanao Tsuyuri ( Kimetsu no Yaiba ) Beware Manga Spoilers

[hanagoromo]

( a. heropa )

Ah, excuse me.

[ Kanao approaches the first person that she is able to come across during all of this chaos. She does her best to come across as nonthreatening to not risk scaring anyone. She makes sure her sword at her side is hidden by her cape. Kanao does her best to muster up a kind smile. ]

I'm sorry for interrupting you but can you take a picture with me with Jack Inna Box-san? He won't...leave me alone until I do so.

[ It's quite annoying, if she's honest. She understands that there is sudden excitement about her appearance but to refuse to leave her alone is a bit much. But it was either this or give all of her personal information to the odd mascot. But she does not like giving away personal details. ]

( b. de chima )

[ Love? Her late sister mentioned it before but she isn't sure if she's ever experienced it or not. From her understanding, it is a thing that only fanatics participate in. When teaming up with Zenitsu to get to Muzan, all she heard him ramble on about was Nezuko Nezuko Nezuko. She was going to be his beloved wife, apparently. Kanao still can't help but wonder now if Nezuko was knowledgeable about this fact.

But this machine has the potential to see who she is most compatible with. And then they can get a free lunch. It would be pretty interesting to see. Kanao looks around in a bit before finally settling on a target. ]

There seems to be an event going on. [ She says once she approaches. ] Would you like to try and win a free lunch?

Jonothon Starsmore/Chamber | Marvel!616 | OTA

[hollow_man]

Heropa.

The sun is out, and throngs of people are out and about on the streets. The upcoming holiday and the pleasant weather has everyone in a pleasant mood, more likely to smile and share a laugh with a stranger.

And then there's the guy in head-to-toe black running down the sidewalk, shoving people out of his way, being chases by someone in a Jack-Inna-Box costume.

~I said get away from me!~

He's definitely not paying attention to where he's running as he looks over one shoulder to keep track of the mascot monstrosity. Very likely to crash into something. Or someone.


De Chima.

~This is shit.~ What a way to greet your supposed soulmate. Face mostly obscured by his scarf, Jonothon looks at the printout in his hands, then back at the person he's speaking to, nonplussed.

~I mean, this is absolute bollocks. A 90% match? We can disprove that right quick. What's your favourite band, then?~


Nonah.

Jonothon once told a crying child that there was no point trying to break his heart: he doesn't HAVE one. Of course, that's only true in a literal sense, because thirty seconds later he was helping sad crying child. Back home he had wound up teaching, something he never thought he'd enjoy.

Which is all to say that he's given every last bit of change he's carrying to the kids lining the sidewalk, and is now burdened with a few cups of lemonade and enough cookies to supply a girl guide troupe.

~Oi. You there. You want these? The street urchins won't take no for an answer, but I can't eat any of it.~

Nonah

[starsandmoon]

"I'll take 'em off your hands, Jono." She can't help but give him a wry grin as she grabs as much as she is able to without dropping anything in the process. "They're hard to say no to, aren't they?"

Tim Lake - About Time

[timandagain]

01. Heropa

[ Tim has never been a huge prankster. Sure, he appreciated some levity now and then, but pranks always felt too mean, and too complex to pull off. And he was always so embarrassed when a prank was played on him. He didn't want to make anyone else feel that way. So, April Fools Day has never been his favorite holiday. But this town seems to have a different idea about what the holiday means. No one seems to be pranking each other, they're just taking photos with a silly mascot and talking about plans for a parade. Tim is confused. ]

Is this a joke? Is-- This whole thing is a joke, yeah? Someone's going to come out and say, "Gotcha!" any minute now.

[ He wanders aimlessly about the town, on edge, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Eventually he makes his way to the beach, because when you're from a seaside town, you navigate to the ocean naturally. The Florida beach is very different from Cornwall's beaches, but it's got a familiarity all the same. He takes off his shoes and socks, rolls his pant cuffs up, and stands in the sand, watching the waves appreciatively. ]

Now this? This isn't a prank.

02. De Chima

Tim isn't sure what he's gotten himself into. He never intended to be anyone's Love Match. His soulmate is waiting for him back in England, on another Earth. Sure, she's an American, but that doesn't mean that just any American will do. And yet, he gets roped into the festivities all the same.

If you wind up lucky (or unlucky) enough to be matched with him, Tim just stammers, embarrassed and taken off guard.

"I'm not-- I haven't-- What I mean to say is, I'm sure you're a very nice person, but I'm not... I'm married."

Great, his cheeks are turning as red as his hair.

0X. Network

Hello. This is some sort of online forum site, yes? Where we can ask questions of each other and get information?

I suppose my main question is... Supernatural "powers" and the like. Are they really just so normal here? That anyone can do them? And everyone's alright with that? They're all out in the open, not secret or anything? You can tell someone, "I have super speed, I can run a marathon in five minutes," and they just... believe you?

mrs sheringham ( eternal law )

[aeva]

► WILDCARD #1 ( ANY CITY )

( there'd been an incident in the street. it had ended quickly enough, someone pulling the attacker away, ending the fight. she'd gone to the person that had been attacked, offering quiet words, checking that they were alright.

she doesn't realise it at first, having been cut off from her powers for years that she doesn't expect anything. her hand's on theirs, focused on them. and then she feels it, their panic from being attacked, a little pain--

it makes her gasp, dropping their hand as if something had physically jolted her. her gaze slowly lifts again, studying them again, sympathy in her expression from everything that she'd felt )

You're going to be alright.

► WILDCARD #2 ( ANY CITY )

( it's late in the evening, days after she's first arrived. and what mrs s. is learning is that this world is very strange, an earth unlike hers )

This is a poor joke.

( she's out in the middle of the street, head tipped towards the skies. she'd lost her wings years ago but somehow being here-- some of her power has returned, something that shouldn't be possible. especially not while she's still mortal. mrs s. knows the difference, knows that she's still not an angel (no wings, for one) but to have her power-- )

What are you asking from me?

( because even being in another world, being told that the porter had brought them here-- mr mountjoy had to have some part in it. some new job for her )

► NOTE
Whilst she is now human, anyone with a supernatural sense may be able to detect almost a residue, a sign that she used to be an angel. Perhaps her aura's a little brighter than a human's would be (but faded compared to an angel) or there's a sense about her.

w2 Heropa

[iminthebook]

Are they answering?

[ The words come from a tall man studying her from the side of the road, curiosity in his eyes, as well as some amusement and some... common feeling. He has had those words with God, himself, even if he is not always sure he believes.

His eyes are kind, and he is finding himself wondering how she is. And thought to action, he finds himself asking just that. ]

Are you okay, miss?

Caspar von Bergliez ! FE3H

[genuinewrestleboy]

Maurtia Falls

[ Caspar is short, he's a teenager, and he's absolutely determined to catch the bad guy. He's run up the stairs of the building closest to "Mister Mars", managed to get on the roof and tries to grab at the villain from there, leaning forward as far as he can go. ]

You're making this difficult! Just float closer - [ And he manages to grab the cape as it flutters around, but in doing so loses his balance and falls off the roof -

- and bounces when he hits the ground. It actually takes him a couple of bounces before he loses enough momentum to flop on the ground in a heap. ]

Ugh, okay, so that didn't work.

Jeopardy

[ Caspar was a bit too loud and boisterous and now finds himself cornered by some of the congregates of the Church of the Ancient Web Mistress firmly telling him off for being too cheerful and even laughing. ]

Whoa, what? I don't get it. What kind of goddess doesn't want people to be happy?

[ That's probably not the right thing to say. ]

MF

[recommendations]

[ It was a terrifying sight, watching a young man fall off a tall building. Momo runs towards the site of his landing, desperate to get there in time and create... what, a mattress or a trampoline or something to cushion the fall.

But it looks like that's not needed, as the boy simply bounces harmlessly off the pavement. She still rushes over to his final resting place to see that he's uninjured. ]

Are you alright?

Jennifer Walters/She-Hulk | Marvel

[sensationalshulk]

Heropa
It was such a mistake to go to the parade. Sure, she likes a joke better than the next hulk, better than most of them actually, but there's just something about Jack Inna Box that makes Jen feel punchy. It might have something to do with having come from a world where it wasn't all that unusual for a guy in a clown outfit and a love for pranks to also be carrying the latest weird super tech and a penchant for violence. It might have something to do with him popping up in front of her from the middle of the crowd only to spray her in the face with water from the flower on her lapel.

Things aren't geting any better as he uses her sputtering and exclamation to get way too close to her personal bubble while offering a handkerchief that's almost definitely going to be tied to a whole string of them or filled with something that will leave her face all marked up when it comes in contact with the water. There's a very good chance that the parade crowd might find out if it likes her when she's angry if someone doesn't intervene.



Maurtia Falls

"Oh for Pete's sake," Jen mutters half under her breath, watching Mister Mars as he starts his helpless balloon impression. It would have been better if she had interfered earlier, but the guy had given the impression of being nearly harmless and she was enjoying her coffee. It was surprisingly hard to get a carry out cup in this city, and being green probably didn't make it any easier. As Mr. Mars keeps floating ever higher and clearly starting to panic, screaming and scrambling to grab hold of anything or everything to slow him down, it's becoming clear that no one else around is equipped to help.

"Hold this," she demands, depositing her paper cup of coffee into the hapless hands of of the person nearest to her before taking off at a run. Picking up speed, Jennifer launches herself into the air with a tremendous amount of forces and manages to catch her target. Barely. It's more of a matter of grabbing hold of his ankle and dangling, really. But good news? Apparently Mister Mars can't keep lifting their combined weight.

Bad news? He might not be able to keep them up at all.

Maurtia Falls

[callmevision]

The sight of She-Hulk made Jonas blink. The sight of her and the man with her suddenly plummetting made him stop watching and move. Shifting into his Vision form, he moved toward where they would fall.

He knew she could easily survive the fall, but would the pavement under her? Also, the bad guy.

So he shot toward that spot, increased his density to maximum, and braced himself, and as they fell to him, he caught them both, handily, and gently set them down, together.

"She-Hulk. Fancy seeing you fall into town."

He shot her a grin as the cops arrived. He had no intention of interfering more this was her collar, after all. But he waited until the criminal was handed off to waiting law enforcement to raise his eyebrows at her and offer a hand.

"Welcome to Import Earth, Miss Walters. Buy you a cuppa?"

scott ryder / mass effect: andromeda.

[goodcrazy]

heropa.

[ this town is certainly very... cute.

that's not normally a word that ryder would use in distaste, far from it — a man who adopts a stowaway, cereal-raiding space hamster isn't above using and appreciating the word "cute", but in this instance, it echoes around in his head like a kind of threat. it's nice. in a very conventionally nice way. honestly, he forgot what it was like, to see conventionally nice places with conventionally nice amenities, especially ones as old school as this, but he certainly remembers why he had been ready for a new start in andromeda. this is not his scene.

especially not with a huge springy monstrosity plaguing the streets. ]

Oh, crap — [ he just about ducks and dodges out of the way of the mascot's swinging arms, coming in for what looks like it would have been a very uncomfortable hug, on so many levels. ] Sorry, personal space issues. And uh, allergies. You know how it is.

[ and under his breath, eyeing someone with their phone raised to capture photos, ] Gotta hold onto those last shreds of dignity somehow.

nonah.

[ well, the atmosphere here is a little bit more up ryder's street. he feels a little more at ease in a location that is bustling, busy and exuberant. it levels out good cheer in a way that doesn't feel quite as unnerving as heropa was. not that anyone in their right mind should really find that discouraging about heropa, but ryder likes to make his own life difficult out of sheer force of will and stubbornness.

mind you, the kiddie enterprise thing is kind of weird. ]

And I thought I started young.

[ still, he's on his second glass of lemonade, so yay capitalism, or whatever. ]

jeopardy.

[ now this place is a mood.

or at least it might have been, if ryder had arrived here last week. or if all the neon actually made it anything like kadara, hell, if it even made it a little bit like vortex. but instead it feels more like how the stories from feros sounded. kind of cult-y, possibly not involving any alien mind control... mind you, the whole spider thing? very rachni. they were kind of a cult, right? we digress. the need to compare everything to something vaguely familiar doesn't seem to do ryder much good, especially when he's thinking about things from the milky way, which almost feel as alien to him now.

still, if this whole serious vibe is only for the week, ryder might be able to get on board with this place. so long as there aren't too many more pamphlets. he's been given three of them already, whilst having no reasonable opportunities to toss them before someone drifted along with another. a few more, and he could start giving them out himself.

and the first person he sees that doesn't look like they're necessarily local — or at least, not affiliated with the church of the ancient web mistress, at a glance — gets the pleasure of ryder sidling up to them, with all the subtlety and grace of a krogan in a china shop.

it's not his strong point, okay. ]

Hey. Hey. Are you, uh... you here for the holiday of sunshine and rainbows too?

[ half said in a shifty stage whisper. i mean, go off scott, it's not like you're risking the fact that this might be a local, you dipshit. ]

wildcard.

( hit me up with whatever, if ya wanna!! )

heropa

[andromedas]

[There's no dignity to be had, not when your "big sister" has been watching over this entire embarrassment. Sure, Sara could've intervened; if she thought he was in any real danger from that. Well. Things are so strange here, after a while you only ask when events look dire.

She's leaning against the face of a nearby shop, coffee cup in hand. Her military-style cap is pulled down to offer some hint of anonymity, but you can't really mask one twin from another. She coughs loudly, trying to get his attention.]

SAM could've helped a little with that, you know. Depends on the combat profile.

[It's the tiniest hint of Alec peaking out in her expression. That wry commentary Sara knows to avoid, but—Scott shouldn't be here. Knowing he was in Andromeda, free of this mess, is what gets her by half the time. The mix of sudden emotions makes her gut churn uncomfortably, and this espresso she's sipping is sure not to help.]

nonahhhh

[boyscoutking]

[ Taking a leisurely stroll isn't something that Shepard's gotten used to yet. He still looks nine parts military to one part absorbed in his own thoughts, even without an Alliance uniform on. But he's trying. So he's forced himself out into the bustling blur of Nonah, the city he calls... not home, exactly. The city where he lives, is more like it.

He's working hard to slowly pick his way through stands lining the street. The kids wanting photos with him isn't something unfamiliar from his own world, but it's for an entirely different reason. He's an imPort and they know it.

Catching the eye of a young guy sipping at some of the lemonade, he finally gives in and buys some, the small cup looking ridiculously tiny in his hand. Only once he's stepped out of earshot of the small people hustling at the stand does he shoot back a reply. ]

Any good?

[ Not that it matters. With small eyes still on him he knows he's going to be drinking this lemonade one way or the other. ]

[goodcrazy]

[ woah hey there good looking

if there's anything scott is good at, it's going with the flow. he and sara were primed and ready for that from a young age, given what their parents were like the how early the initiative came into their lives, the promise of knowing they were always bound to leave, find new worlds and adapt. still, at least scott went into the unknown and found it wasn't all that different to what he'd grown up with. there's still a load of assholes around trying to jerk your chain, plenty of bad guys to slam your biotics into and one alien being rude about another alien. behind their back, or to their face. this is comparatively "normal", in a pre-contact kind of way. not like anything scott's known at all. ]

It's actually not half bad. [ he grins, draining cup as if to make a point. ] There's definitely a special secret recipe going on. That, or mom and dad helped out.

[ or training their kids to take the world by storm. that's the kind of parenting scott's more familiar with. ]

luo binghe | scum villain's self saving system.

[huanhua]

de chima, virginia.

[ there is a large man that screams Protagonist Or Maybe Villain Of A Series standing at the love match machine. one of those cultivators, certainly, considering how out of place he looks in his luxurious, dark black robes, with a scary looking sword hanging from his belt and his miles and miles of thick, curly black hair tied into a ponytail. this young, attractive, narration-blessed-because-he's-an-OP-satire-character man holds the ticket in his hand, his brows furrowed.

your closest love match is... it's you, apparently. binghe's expression shifts, from maybe a little bit too interested to absolutely disinterested, lifting his head to find the person this thing thinks he's matched up with. looking at the person next to him, his expression darkens even further. his most perfect love match is... this person? it's not--

it's broken. this is absolutely broken. having zero knowledge of any sort of technology or really anything else, binghe rips the paper in his hands in half and calmly unsheathes xin mo. he's going to destroy this machine with his bare hands for even insinuating he would ever match with anyone, ever, except for his shizun.......!!!!!!

please stop him ]

nonah.

[ despite seeming altogether terrifying, the young demon lord luo binghe seems to be right at home among the little children tugging at his robes and asking him if he has money. crouching down at the first stand, he offers the child a smile and reaches into his pocket to pay for the lemonade treat with the money he apparently has now. a brief ruffle to the head of the child, and he moves on.

to the next, and the next, and the next. by the time his pockets are cleaned out properly, binghe has a small line of kids following him. he's shared his treats with the kids, and moving on, he can be found walking the streets with his hands in his pockets, speaking to any import that might come by. ] You should consider purchasing something from this seller.

[ one of the kids, a scrawnier one with big watery eyes, is clinging to his robes, and binghe gives him a little nudge forward with the back of his hand. his face doesn't change, but there's a sudden sense of oppressive demonic power--not attacking, but there, a heavy weight of ominous presence that curiously doesnt seem to affect his swarm of little kid ducklings. ] His products are good. Buy something.

[ DONT THREATEN PEOPLE INTO BUYING THINGS FROM CHILDREN? ]

wildcard.

[ hmu with anything! i'm still fairly new to the character so feel free to start whatever or shoot me a pm!!! ]

nonah

[shuanghuas]

[ cultivator senses allow him to move mostly unhindered, even when faced with the new noises of this place. sounds that he has slowly been identifying with the guidance of shen laoshi. still, he walks with care and pauses when sounds he does not recognise catch his attention.

and of course, it does not help he continues to dress in white; mourning, still. head unadorned and blindfold over restored eyes. ]

Ah? [ he is prompted by the words of the stranger, smiles. reserved, shy but willing. ] What is being sold?

Rycroft "Philo" Philostrate | Carnival Row

[brokenspear]

Heropa

This whole place is stranger than what he's sued to, but at least he hadn't blinked an eye at the existence of non-human creatures. He's seen those before. Not quite this many varieties of them, to be sure, but he's familiar with them. It's everything else about this place that he's still getting used to.

He's just strolling down the street, hat perched on his head (it's only proper when he's outdoors, after all) when something that he has learned is what cameras are like now is shoved in his face and something he doesn't know how to name pops up next to him. There's a big fuss, because he's not originally from here and that somehow makes him special, and it's strange to think of that, after he'd spent his whole life hiding half of who he is. He's gone from being an accused murderer and second-class citizen (because at least he can claim citizenship) to being something celebrated, and he doesn't understand it, and it's a bit overwhelming.

Once the fuss dies down, and the Jack Inna Box has moved on, he turns to someone nearby. "Is this supposed to be some sort of holiday?"

Maurtia Falls

He's just trying to mind his own business and get back home when his way is blocked by...he's not sure who. One more strange thing about this place, he supposes. Then, before he can intercede, the man in the cape has stolen a purse and is now rising into the air, out of his reach. If only he could fly.

Still, maybe it's better if the man's stuck up there. He can't go anywhere, and once someone can get him down, he can be arrested. As for Philo, his years as an Inspector aren't that far behind him, after all, so he's providing aid to the old woman in any way he can until someone else arrives.

Wildcard

Or make something up. He's dressed every bit like a Victorian gentleman and those who can tell this can tell that he's only half human, but there's nothing about his appearance that would indicate what the other half is. (The other half is fae.)

Song Lan • Mo Dao Zu Shi/The Untamed

[mysophobe]

de chima, va

The city itself is overwhelming without the groups of people crowding around him. He’s been in crowded streets before, but never like this. It’s difficult to move, even with Song Lan’s acquired skill of dodging. He doesn’t like being touched, especially by strangers, and does his best to dance through the throng with as little contact as possible. When people ask it if him, he stops, letting them hold up their devices to picture (though he isn’t really clear on why they want them).

By the time he makes it to the park, the groups of people have turned their interest elsewhere. It’s enough to pique Zichen’s curiosity. When he gets close to the machine inspiring so much awe, it scans him and spits out a result. Surprise! Looks like you’re his match (what?).

nonah, nc

This place is loud. Constant noise while ambient to people from a more similar world plagues his senses. Traffic, radios, people speaking to loudly on their devices, sounds from said devices. And now children hawking their wares.

"Mister, mister! How about a nice cool glass of lemonade! Hey, mister, how about some freshly baked brownies!"

Unfortunately, the only think in his purse are a few scan silver nuggets which are clearly not the currency here. Aside from standing in perplexity trying to explain why he must decline to a pushy child, he sticks out in his long dark robes that look like something straight out of a history book. He glances around for another adult (though barely one himself), and happens to glance at you with dark, pleading eyes. Help.

wildcard

Choose your own adventure.

nonah

[ze_uwu_jun]

"Daozhang, are you in need of help?" The cultivator in white and blue glides closer at that imploring look, his hands reaching out to touch the children without hesitation. A head-pat here, a shoulder-squeeze there. He doesn't quite smile, but his expression is gentle and the young ones turn to him easily.

"Are you all right?"

Dean Winchester | Supernatural

[unruly]

MAURTIA FALLS

"Jesus, lady. You got a mouth like a sailor."

He mutters it under his breath, out of earshot of the old lady, but it's saying something when he's got something to say about choice phrases. His attention is already fixed upward, eyes never leaving the floating asshole, complete with purse, flailing around in the air near the top of the four-story building.

So much for his single-minded mission of cruising for chicks.

"Well this is freakin' perfect. Wait here," he finally speaks loud enough for the old woman to hear, rolling his eyes as he marches over to the entrance of the small apartment block, buzzing the first button he reaches and making some excuse about a gas leak he's here to fix. This is going to be a hell of a lot easier if the building isn't full of residents.

Pulling a switch to set the fire alarm off, he pushes past the stream of people who emerge from apartments, brushing past and ascending the stairs against the tide descending.

He has no idea what the hell kind of creature this is, but if it's causing trouble, hurting people? He's going to hunt it and end it. Reaching the top floor, he makes for the apartment door with a window closest to the floating son of a bitch. Trying the handle - because hey, one day maybe his luck will change - he grunts his bemusement as it remains firmly locked. The sawn-off he's got concealed in the inside pocket of his jacket bumps against his chest as he hammers on the door, checking to see if there's anybody home before he picks the lock.

"Police, open up," he barks at the closed door, hand disappearing into his jacket so he can retrieve his lockpicking kit. The things he'd do for a quiet day, he thinks to himself as he drops to a knee and gets to work on the lock.

JEOPARDY

"Oh c'mon, sweetheart. You're not even slightly curious--"

The drink in his face suggests she's really not. Blowing out a frustrated breath, he grabs a napkin from the bar top and wipes off the excess... tastes like Tequila Sunrise, as the woman, fed up of his cheap pickup lines and corny jokes, turns tail and walks away from him. Apparently this city has no sense of humor.

Alright, so he's a little out of practice hooking in the ladies. But the night is still young, and he's barely halfway into the bottle of whiskey he keeps ordering doubles of from behind the bar.

"Another," he motions at his empty glass to the barman, glancing around the bar at his back to check out the rest of the competition. Slim pickings, he should be cleaning up in this place.

OTHER

For his thirty-one long years, he's spent a lot of time hanging around in copy shops. It might not be the most exciting part of his job, but he's arrived here with none of his fake IDs and that's a problem. He's busy laminating a brand new ID for a certain Agent Angus Young. Federal Wildlife Officer? Nope. Sheriff's Department? Nope. Shady Government Agent? Absolutely yes.

Thing is, he can't shake the feeling that he's being watched. The hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, that creeping sensation of having every action weighed up, observed, sticking to his conscious mind like tar. Careful to cover up what he's doing as subtlely as possible, he glances over his shoulder and locks eyes with who he figures is watching him.

"Could you be more creepy right now?"

CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE

Pick your own! Feel free to PM me or ping me at intobattle if you want to shoot around some ideas!

► JEOPARDY

[aeva]

She's distinctly not getting drunk but the bar had been an almost needed atmosphere, a change of space and volume. For once she'd wanted something a little louder, not wanting to have to focus on the issue that her mind kept coming back to. It would be easier to let it work itself out.

So she had a glass of wine more to blend in, the same glass that she'd ordered and had only slightly drunk from since she'd first sat down. And despite the fact that she was people watching a little she hadn't expected to see such an embarrassing display, even if it wasn't quite so uncommon in a bar.

And why absolutely helpful in intent (ish), she speaks up. "Perhaps a genuine compliment might serve you better." And not-- she'd rather not think on it.

Mayor MacCready | Fallout

[mayormacfuckyou]

heropa

[Dear god.

He knew he would have to leave Little Lamp Light sooner or later and be thrust out into the world of adults, but he hadn't been planning on that happening for another few years, and definitely not like this. He's still a kid — he shouldn't have to live among them. And yet here he is.

Everyone is too happy. It's suspicious as hell. He hates it. Which is why there's a glowering child trying to get as far away from that stupid mascot as possible, but the damn idiot is persistent. Eventually he's had enough, and now there's a small kid making his voice as loud as possible to get his point across:]

I said fuck off you fugly butthead!

maurtia

[MacCready rolls his eyes at the scene before him. He feels compelled to interfere, but not out of any sense of justice. He just, quite frankly, feels like being a little shit.]

Hey, mungo dung-o! Catch!

[A rock goes sailing towards the floating man, though it just misses him. At the moment he's not so high that he can't hit him, as he's only about as high as one of the smaller apartment buildings. But he's intent on nailing him in the face or something before he gets too high.

He picks up another rock and winds his arm back. No, he has absolutely no regard for the potential to break a window. Who gives a shit.]

nonah

[He's not used to live and bustling streets at all, but what stands out to him in a pleasant way is the distinct lack of adults. Or rather, the fact that the kids seem to almost outnumber them. They're not anyone he knows but they're here, and for the most part he just wanders around and makes sure no dumbass starts hassling them.

Eventually though, he has a cup of lemonade in one hand and a cookie in the other. Hell yeah, sweets. And more importantly, these sweets aren't full of radiation. The taste is so...pure.

He's casually chatting with one of the kids at one of the stands with his mouth full of cookie.]

Word of advice, charge the mungos — I mean grown ups more. Just bat your eyelashes at them or whatever and they'll pay whatever because they're fucking stupid.

Johanna Mason - The Hunger Games

[timberrr]

𝟶𝟸. 𝙳𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚊, 𝚅𝚒𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚊
(Johanna looks at the paper given to her. Hm. Love match of 98%. She squints and holds the paper up,)

Who is [your name here]??

𝟶𝟹. 𝙼𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚊 𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜, 𝙿𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚜𝚢𝚕𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚊
(Johanna is loitering near a newspaper stand when Mister Mars or what-the-fuck ever appears and steals the woman's purse. She rolls her eyes, because goddamn is this shit gonna follow her everywhere??

As he floats above, she throws one hand up and a vine shoots through the sidewalk to grab his ankle. She wiggles him around a little bit, as he whines and tries to escape. She's a cat toying with a mouse.)

𝟶𝟶. 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍
PM or hit me up at gnomeskull if you think you have to ask

02

[mofi]

[ Murphy doesn't play this game again. He's learned his lesson. Technology sucks and he'd chuck his VR glasses again at Kavinsky if he saw the asshole.

He's about to cross the street when he hears his name being called out. On the heels of his boots, Murphy pivots, peering at a woman with wild, blonde hair. ]

Who wants to know?

Lightning Farron | Final Fantasy XIII: Lightning Returns

[lux_ex_tenebris]

Heropa

This is not where she should be. Lightning blinks, awkward and confused, by the jolly Jack Inna Box. He keeps spouting jokes at her with punchlines so silly that, in the past, she would have punched him. But she knows to be kinder now - patient. Humanity is thriving in this world; chaos isn't consuming all life and though she wants to send him away with a scowl, she smiles, ever so faintly.

"It's nice to meet you too." she inclines her head, pink strands tickling her cheek. With a loud laugh, he pats her on the head and bounces off to meet someone new. Cheeks red, she, the supposed "Savior" of mankind, glances around, completely at a loss.

What next? Where does she go from here? It has been five hundred years since she lived a normal life. And even then -

Being a teen mother and father wasn't exactly normal. Swallowing her nerves, she passes through the throng of people, pulling the pamphlet she had been given at the Welcome Center out of her pocket. So she has been given a home, but is it furnished?

What about Serah? What about her friends? Are they here too?

"Where are you?" she mutters, frowning sadly, "Wait for me. Don't face him alone."

Network [Audio]

[Technology isn't so primitive that she has trouble sending a message. She is hesitant about showing her face - her voice should be recognizable enough to those who know her, she reasons - and thus she sticks with audio.]

Hello, Earth? [That is the name of this planet, isn't it?] I suspect you are used to people showing up at random. I'm one of the newest flock and -

It's nice to see a planet so lively. [This could be...normal.] I'm Lightning and I was doing something very important, but I guess all of that is on hold.

[Sure, you can totally pause beating gods, right? Right.]

Stay safe and if you ever need help, call on me.

[Wildcard]

Have a suggestion? Go for it! (Or you can message me on Plurk at tiger_eyes.)

network; video

[afewtinywishes]

[She gives a friendly wave once she sees the video on along with a bright smile. She had just arrived here as well but she loved seeing the abundance of life on this planet. But it was still so strange, the sky was so vast and wide open.]

I was doing something important too but I think we'll go back eventually. For now, we have a chance to live here and experience new things.

[There is a moment of sadness in her eyes. She knows what she's left behind but the look is gone a moment later.]

I'm Aerith. You can always call on me as well.