DANCE MAGIC DANCE

[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. 

Unfortunately, tragedy has struck today. It seems like the entire Heropa PD is parked out of a local, popular grocery chain. A huge crowd is amassed in the parking lot despite the best efforts of officers to get them to leave. They whisper about excitement and shame, and you don't have to ask if you just listen in a bit...

"What do you think he'll do to the employees? He sounded so serious..." "He really wants that pussy, huh?" "If I left my man for cheating on me, I'd take the damn cat, too!" "How does he think taking her and her coworkers hostage is gonna make her change her mind about him being a bad boyfriend?" "My wife is pregnant, please - if I don't get her favorite deli sub I might as well not go home!"

Domestic disputes! Tragic. The police aren't too sure how to handle this hostage situation, claiming the man only has a box cutter and isn't actually waving it around at the moment, but...are you an imPort? They'd really appreciate the help, okay. Get in there and counsel the unhappy couple. Or not!

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. 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, a company that manufactures tech-based educational toys—"Where Science Meets Fun!"—is running a demo of its latest project, Quincy the QuizBot. Filled with information taken from the curricula of many grade levels, Quincy is whirring through the streets to conduct pop quizzes! Answer a question right, win a prize, ranging from a coupon for a free soda at the local fast food joint to a $100 gift card, based on difficulty!

Except...something's gone wrong with Quincy's programming. An hour or two into the demo session, he starts to approach passersby and demand answers. "WHAT IS THE SQUARE ROOT OF 47284? CAN YOU LIST THE PHARAOHS OF EGYPT IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER? ANSWER-ANSWER-ANSWER-ANSWER!"

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. 

Despite the weird constant hum and the creepy cultish bingo, Jeopardy is usually a pretty calm place. A safe place. But not today. Today, someone has released a couple hundred tiny praying-mantis-like robots into the city, and the place is in chaos. Shops are closed up early because though these little destructive creatures don't have bullets, they do have some weird arm appendages that like to just crunch everything in existence. Like a locus swarm of cockatoos, anything made of wood or plastic is being crunched up and left for scrap. But at less than six inches high apiece, rounding them up is proving extremely difficult. Luckily, the mayor in her wisdom is giving out titanium nets to any imPort who wants to help round up the trouble makers. And, in the spirit of the city, she's offering the imPort that catches the most robots a free meal for two in the swanky Radiation Galley - Jeopardy's top tier, five star restaurant. 

Get catchin', imPorts!

 

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Twice | My Hero Academia

[ttwwiiccee]

JEOPARDY

[ Twice is no hero. In fact, as a villain, he's by definition the opposite of a hero. In this world it seems that imPorts are labelled "hero" by default until otherwise proven - and the fact he's wearing a costume doesn't help (he's put a coat over most of it but his mask is a dead giveaway). It feels wrong, like missing a step on a staircase, but he doesn't protest. For now. He's a bit too freaked out by all this, honestly. Without the League here with him, he's well aware he's on his own and by far outnumbered.

Still, a net to catch these weird praying-mantis-like robots is shoved into his hands without even really being asked just because "you look like a hero!" and now he's holding it, unsure of what to do. He climbs on a nearby bench as they dismantle a garbage bin and its contents. Okay, now he's freaked out because he does not want to be injured. ]

What do I do, what do I do --

THE NETWORK

You can't get arrested for crimes committed in another world, right?

network

[burnishingmad]

Not that I'e seen, no.

slides in here (Jeopardy)

[vociferates]

[Honestly, he's just in this to help. The whole offering a meal to help deal with this problem is kind of especially superfluous, but hey whatever gets people to chip in and help, right? What this means is, he's out trying to catch the stupid mantises when he catches sight of Twice, and he has to kind of double take.

With a grunt as he snatches up a few more mantises he secures his own net before shouting over at the nervous looking villain.]

Oi, oi! Don't just stand there, toss me an end of that and let's get those ones under control before they devour the bench you're perched on dude!

[he reaches a hand out, motioning for Twice to toss an end of the net over to him so that they can use it to scoop the creatures as fast as possible.]

[recommendations]

None of our history follows us into this new world.

Why do you ask?

Madhuri | OC

[songbird_slayer]

[Heropa]

"An imPort, there's an imPort!"

A round of applause arose, coupled with sighs of relief. The heroes would know how to handle this situation and one just happened to appear! Forget the whole matter of their holding a piece of paper (a grocery list) and looking only mildly sleepy.

What a hero she was, as well: Standing at a mighty 5'2'', the black-tailed, horned woman dressed as if prepared for a Renaissance Faire was unceremoniously shoved to the front of the crowd amid those cheers, stumbling on her boots before she righted herself. After she tucked away her shopping list, she sighed and made a show of straightening out the way her feathered cap rest atop her head, causing many hair beads and tiny bells to jingle.

"...I came as soon as I could!" She was a bard. Please. She's got the bullshit game down.

"But I'll need a volunteer to go in with me. There is no 'I' in team, now is there darlings? No, no." After sticking a leg out to make that first step theatrical, she moved for the shop entrance with purpose. Stocking up on tea and yogurt would come later, she guessed.

"But they'll have to keep up! There's lives at stake!"


[Maurtia Falls]

Regular humans in costumes. Well, what did you expect when this world idolized superheroes? It was no skin off Madhuri's back to apprehend, give a sound talking to, and send them on their way if they haven't done anything to warrant a sheriff. So here we go again with Mister Mars, who is snatching a purse and laughing in old lady faces.

Well, that's not nice.

But it's when he starts floating that drives the tiefling to start and quickly reach for the whip that's tucked into her beltline.

"Ohhh no you don't! Dear, we need to have a little talk!"

She whirled it 'round and sent the popper and fall to wind around an ankle. Surely this person is strapped to some sort of stage line or maybe has helium somehow magically tucked into their trousers. But his lift does not end there, as the bard isn't the heaviest person on any planet.

Her boots lift off, and she began going up with Mister Mars. Dumbfounded, she held on tight and began her impromptu flying journey.

Okay, she had to think of something...! No pressure, of course.

Maurtia Falls

[onederfulhero]

"Hup!"

It's nothing for All Might to transform as soon as he sees a villanous character, but he backs off a little when someone else seemingly has it in hand. Even pulling a whip out from her belt- what a good support item, he thinks.

However, when all doesn't go as planned, All Might leaps after the floating duo with all his might (ha ha), managing to grasp onto Madhuri's leg with one arm and hanging on to a decorative gargoyle for dear life with the other.

"Everything... is okay... because I am here!" he grunts out, but oh, what a precarious position to be in. "I'll pull you both down!"

Second Sister | Star Wars

[trilla]

I. heropa

[Were you about to go in and save the day from this market disaster? Unfortunately, it's a little too late for that. The sliding doors of the grocery open to reveal Second Sister, levitating the limp body of a man as she approaches the police. She drops the corpse in front of them with not much ceremony.]

This is what you want, is it not?

[And then she leaves. Apparently she'd been stuck inside herself and quickly got fed up with it. Oooor if you happen to be in there at the same time and notice her about to kill a man, feel free to stop her?]

II. de chima

[Malfunctioning or not, as soon as Quincy approaches her, she slices him in half with her lightsaber.]

Such a useless droid.

III. heropa

[She watches for a moment as this so-called Mister Mars floats away. Then she pulls him down suddenly with the Force, smashing his body against the pavement. The old woman lets out one last curse before running away in fear, forgetting to take her purse back.]

IV. wildcard

[obviously there is a trend here, but good news if she went to nonah she actually just ate cookies and drank lemonade. also she can have her helmet on or off, whatever you prefer.]

de chima

[tagential]

[Edwon barely reacts when she slices up the droid, just steps back to avoid a small piece flying towards him.]

I don't think that's how you win.

Merlin | BBC's Merlin | cw: underage harassment, references to underage nudity. language

[magicmishap]

01. Heropa

Merlin sighs. Why, he wonders, is his life this way? First, he finds out he has magic, then he has to leave home for Camelot, then he arrives in this world instead, over 2000 years after his time, and now this? Argh. He is sure, really, that his luck is just not going to turn up, ever.

He had been here to just see the sights and check out a computer store that had invited him to try one of their newest models of computers that had come in, and it had been fun! But when he came out, laptop slung behind him with his new computer, he had been rushed by a crowd of young, and older, women who wanted him to give them his autographs. He was not... really, comfortable with this, but he had agreed to sign a few books, and even a printed out picture of him and his unfortunate shirtless appearance in De Chima. But this is too much.

He sighs as he looks up at the girl still eagerly holding out her pen with one hand and pulling her shirt aside with the other and oh god. Her mom stands beside her, just as eager, and looking like she might just duplicate her daughter's act. He closes his eyes as he shakes his head, his voice breaking as he speaks and firmly holds his hands behind his back.

"Miss, I, ah... I am really not comfortable with doing that. You are lovely and those are, really, very lovely breasts, but I don't think I can sign them. Nope."

"Who the hell do you think you are? A snob like those other kid imports were? What kind of asshole celebrity are you?"

Merlin winces, and with his cheeks red as a tomato, he backs away, still hoping this is all a dream. Does anyone want to help the poor young wizard?

***

2. Earlier, in De Chima, Virginia

Arriving in De Chima had been strange, to say the least, and Merlin is trying to avoid most of the trouble that he has heard that other imports get up to, with fans. Or so he was, that is. What he had not anticipated, when he came to the high tech town, was that because he was coming quietly, half the stores would be sold out of what he was looking for. And when he had finally found a store that said their Heropa store would hold one for him, and headed to the next door store to try on some new clothes, he had not realized that one of the employees was calling some import fans.

Nor did he anticipate coming out of the changing room in the clothing store to be confronted by a crowd of fans. Or that he would end up having to run, losing his shirt in the process, down the length of the mall to try to make it out and to his ride, if his ride was even still there.

Shirtless, tired, and completely over this imPort craze, he had been photographed, touched, and otherwise harassed all the way to the food court near the end of the mall, and right into the loud sounds and sights of what looked like a metallic golem losing all of its brains all at once.

Quincy the QuizBot, as it declares itself, wants answers, apparently, and is not exactly either patient or gentle in trying to get them. Spotting the thing attacking a small crowd who are cowering before it, Merlin skids to a halt and concentrates. Despite everything, he can't, ever, leave others to their fates. With a yell, and a surge of magic, a table shakes, rises, and flies to slap the golem being aside and allows the crowd to escape, but that just means the thing is now turning and headed right for Merlin.

He sighs.

Now what?

***

3. Maurtia Falls, Pennsylvania

Attending an orientation thrown by a local Wiccan group who had wanted to meet him has been one of the few pleasant times Merlin has had this week. Some times he had feared that this world's people were just crazy, but this has been fun! He and the others spent a lot of time talking about magic, and while they seemed disappointed at how little he knows, they still welcomed him, and even gave him some books they use as focal points for their ceremonies.

Walking out of the meeting, he feels more invigorated and happy than he has in some time, and finds himself soon at a local tea shop that one of them had recommended to him. Soon ensconced in a corner with tea, and one of the books on Wiccan herbs and ceremonies, he is smiling for the first time since he arrived on this planet.

He even is happy to smile and pose for a few politely asked for autographs. Come say hi!

Heropa!

[silvallyant]

"Not this crap again..." he mutters under his breath before nodding down at Umbreon, who also was as fed up with the imPort fans, and the Dark Type darted forward and let off a menacing growl towards the crowd. It didn't do much until Gladion himself made his way next to Umbreon before some of the crowd went pale, having recognised and been there when he punched a fan for creeping on his sister and getting a Dark Pulse to the face.

"GET AWAY FROM US, YOU ALREADY GOT SOMEONE I KNOW KILLED AND YOU HARASS MY SISTER AND I ENOUGH ALREADY!"

His yelling mixed with the threatening growling from Umbreon got them to leave, but not before the mother hassling the boy started yelling about ungratefulness, but he didn't care, he was sick of all these pushy fans.

Turning to the person who he practically shouted in his ear in his anger, he gave an apologetic smile before shaking his head with a sigh. "You alright? These crazy people don't know how to take no for an answer and get us imPorts put in dangerous situations to avoid them."

Sonic the Hedgehog | Sonic the Hedgehog (games)

[they_call_me_sonic]

HEROPA

Sonic was still getting used to his odd changes. Being human and two feet taller was an experience he still a bit dizzying. Of course, things wouldn't be simple as giving him a few days to relax and let him get used to all of this. His idle runs lead him to the grocery store where the hostage situation was taken place. Hearing the commotion lead to the former hedgehog to scratch his head and shrug.

"Eh, I think they got--"

And then, the citizens and police take notice of him and beg him to help with the situation. He's an imPort! He can solve this situation!

"Me? Eh, I think I can do something, but I'm gonna need a bit of help...!"

Nonah

Sonic's head darted from side to side, looking at the rows of kids eyeing him up. Lemonade, cookies, Kool-Aid, sandwiches, the works. All of them wanting to get their start by an imPort offering them their hard-earned money. He couldn't help but be amused - was it always like this?

Sonic's head turned to face another imPort, grinning. "How about we make these kids days, hm?" He asked. "Who knows - we might inspire them somewhere along the line."

Jeopardy

Alright, some action! Tons of tiny robot praying mantis? Too easy to deal with! At least they're not throwing their arms like tiny bladed boomerangs There were equal parts of the city that were filled with both scrap metal where Sonic's patented Spin Attack has smashed them and titanium nets where the former hedgehog has caught them.

"C'mon, show me what you got?" Sonic said, capturing another set with a net. Grabbing another, he turned to look to see a swarm having formed up to resemble a large praying mantis. This got the hedgehog grinning as the machines tried to pin him as he dodged to the side.

"Gotta be faster than that!"

Network

I think I found a new power. Home has too many chili dogs now. Can't believe I wrote that. Who wants some?

Nonah

[floatsaway]

[Meeting Sonic's gaze, Ochako blinks, unable to help the wide smile that spreads on her face. Gosh but he's cute, and she's a young teen girl with a soft spot for animals, even if that's probably just his quirk or something. B-Best not be rude and ask to pet him, that seems a bit impolite, even if she was definitely thinking it.]

Eh? Oh, uh...w-well...I, um. I tried that, a little while ago... U-Unfortunately the kids don't seem to want my type of money. [She opens up her coin purse, taking out a small handful of bills and coins. It's yen, not dollars and quarters and such - which is what these kids are asking for. Her stomach gives a rumble of woe and complaint, and there's a long sigh as Ochako hangs her head, shoulders slumped.] I only just arrived here, so I don't know where to go to exchange it either.

Alex Claremont-Diaz | Red, White, and Royal Blue

[bisexualdisaster]

De Chima

This much, he knows how to handle. Throngs of screaming fans, paparazzi, even some bystanders just getting swept up in the madness. They're excited because he's an imPort, not because he's America's First Son and favorite heartthrob, but it's all about the same. He tosses out the smile that got him on the cover of GQ in 2017.

"Sure I'll sign your face. No, you can't have my phone number, but you can follow me on Bwitter. Wow, that's kind of assuming that I'm wearing underwear at all, isn't it?"

He winks, then excuses himself. It's not as easy to ditch them when he doesn't have Cassius or Amy to threaten anyone who tries to follow or whisk him into a car, but he's still pretty good at losing himself in the crowd. At least, he hopes he is. Some fans are smarter than others.

Maurtia Falls

This is so much lamer than any villains Batman got to face, but hey, Alex likes showing off, and he hasn't had much opportunity to test out his new superpower. He tilts his head, considering, then lets the weird switch in the back of his brain click on and shoots off the ground in a haze of purple smoke, barreling towards the villain.

His aim is true. He smashes into the villain and grabs on. Then... looks down and frowns.

"Okay, I got you. Hold on, I think I probably can figure out how to get us down."

Mister Mars' eyes widen as he realizes Alex also doesn't actually know how to get down. He starts to struggle and Alex gives his most charming grin, though it's a little strained.

"It's cool. I'm good in a crisis."

Admittedly, this isn't exactly "term paper due the same night he has to do a speech for his mother" style crisis. But he can figure it out.

He hopes.

Network

Oh my god I've been here like a week and there's already so much fanfic about me. This place is amazing. I've apparently had so much sex and I haven't even met most of these people. Fanfic Alex is such a ho.

Anyone else read their own fanfic? Cause if you have some greatest/most horrifying hits, I am HERE for them.

Maurtia Falls

[topmeup]

[Shiiiit. The one thing Max always struggles a bit with. There's certain forms of energy that could help but they take more concentration. He makes it up to the top of the closest building, not far from where they are and bursts through the roof door.]

Hey, either of you got any metal on you? Or something electronic?!

Enji Todoroki (Endeavor) | My Hero Academia

[fireface]

I. NONAH

[Enji is walking around, minding his business, trying to get the setup of the place when he seems to have stumbled upon some kind of bake sale? Complete with lemonade stand? Actually there's a long stretch of booths lined up ready to sell their wares to unsuspecting adults who don't know just how much children are ready to hardball them for their money.

Of course Enji had been one of those unsuspecting adults.]

Kid, this change is wrong. I gave you a twenty.

[The child begins to shriek at the top of its lungs as though he's done anything more than asked for proper change, and on one hand he could let it go, but the other...it's the principle of the matter.]

Shut up and give me my money, you brat.

II. JEOPARDY

[This was much more his speed. Enji is completely in his element when he's taking out these little machines one by one, fine tuning his Hellflame ability with a little bit of precision practice. It wasn't often that he got the chance to do so during his workday, but here things were a little less hectic than at home. Strangely it was therapeutic.

He didn't have to think about how his children can't stand him, his wife being happier without him, or not having any real friends. All there are are small targets he has to hit, though he might miss one and accidentally set something nearby aflame. Maybe it's the tip of your tie, the brim of your hat, or a bit of your shirt, but the damage won't be any larger than a cigarette burn might be.

Feel free to tell him off, or allow him to help put it out and apologize, up to you.]

III. Wildcard
(Throw me a curve ball, and I'll either get pelted or knock it out of the park. No in between. Or, we can plot. Yandere#7980)

i.

[recommendations]

[ Momo doesn't come to Nonah very often, but now that she's living in Jeopardy, she'll take any excuse not to be in her home city. (Jeopardy just gives her the creeps, okay? She really needs to move.)

She's happily buying a plastic cup of iced tea from a nice young entrepreneur, when she hears a commotion nearby and looks over. ]

...Ah.

[ It's not often you see the now-Number-One Hero arguing over change with a ten year old. ]

Excuse me, Endeavor. Do you need some help?

Catra | She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

[plentystrong]

Heropa

[ She remembers this place. It's been a long time, for her; a time of fighting and hitting rock bottom and digging ever deeper. A time in which she's managed to lose everything, to alienate her very last friend, and find herself lost on a spaceship with one of her worst enemies.

Now they flash into her mind, the memories of this place: of battles fought, of friendships forged.

Of being this close to happy. It's dizzying.

To outsiders, Catra looks different. Her hair smoother, her outfit darker, her face older and grimmer. Her eyes dart around, taking in her surroundings warily.

Once she sees the crowd that's built up, she stops to observe. Once she understands what's going on, she sneers and shakes her head. ]

Earthlings... of course they're waiting around for us to fix their messes. Just like always.


De Chima

[ Being in De Chima is so familiar, it's almost painful. These streets she used to walk, or skateboard on, the walls she graffitied... and, of course, the cat café she worked in. Cushiest job she ever had, no doubt.

But that was another her, in another time. She's a different person now. And when the little quizbots hound her, she yells at them to go away, until their pestering just gets worse and worse, and Catra eventually snaps. ]

SHUT. UP.

[ She unsheathes her claws and lunges at the bot. Her claws glide through it almost like butter, and it lies at her feet in pieces. ]

[bisexualdisaster]

[Okay, admittedly, the robot was pretty annoying. But still. Wow. Alex stares and slow claps.]

I don't think that was the right answer.

edwon | star wars: the old republic

[tagential]

de chima, virginia
[A small man is standing calmly in front of Quinzy the Quizbot, arms behind his back as he's being bombarded with questions he has no way of knowing the answers to. He doesn't seem at all concerned.

Can you list the pharaos of Egypt in chronological order?]

No. I can't.

[It's true. He really can't. He's never heard of these pharaos, or Egypt for that matter. But Quinzy doesn't seem to accept it as correct, which is annoying, especially since it's refusing to leave him alone. Edwon sighs, and... disappears from view.

When he reappers behind Quinzy, he's holding several wires in one hand, and the bot has shut down.]

I think I deserve one of those coupons now.


maurtia falls, pennsylvania
[Edwon tilts his head to the side as he senses this Mister Mars disappearing higher and higher up in the air. He might even look a bit amused.]

I don't think a mattress is going to help.

[Any better solutions?]


wildcard
[catch edwon exploring, learning as much about this place as he can. feel like helping someone new? answering a few questions? picking a fight for no reason? sharing a donut with him? need help destroying preying mantis robots? all options go here.]

Maurtia Falls, hi agent

[jadus]

[The man's ascent suddenly stops.]

Despite the years this world has had to learn, its people still do not understand the forces that control it.

[Darth Jadus approaches the Miraluka from behind, implacable as he always has been.]

Perhaps you will fare better than they have.

Peter Parker | The Spectacular Spider-Man

[wallcrawler]

Maurtia Falls

[Well it was no Big Apple, but boy did it seem to have plenty of costumed weirdos. Way to roll out the red carpet, Porter.

And with all the heroes about, it shouldn't be too much of a surprise to see the smallest on the block come swinging onto the scene. The crook of the day might have been floating just a little too high for anyone else to grab, but the webslinger's coming through with enough momentum that he's got no problem swinging up to grab hold of the man.]

Mister Mars? With that getup? What, was the Patchwork Palooka not catchy enough?

[His priorities were more or less the same as they'd always been, even with the current situation. Still, since the man was only floating away, it didn't take much effort at all to overcome whatever was causing him to float off into the sky. It's only a few seconds before Peter's got another webline attached to a nearby rooftop and using it as leverage to fling the floating "menace" toward the streets below.

Another thwip, and a second webline let him launch himself down at the man for a little extra momentum, feet landing squarely on the man's back so the webhead could ride him back down to earth. The goal wasn't to just send him crashing into the pavement though, so- despite the man's panicking- Peter did make sure to put the webshooters to work spinning a crudely constructed net that spanned from one side of the street to the other and anchored to a pair of street lights. And because he was ever the flippant showboat, he dismounted just as Mister Mars smacked into the webbing, landing gracefully on the street below.

And clearly he'd had entirely too much practice dealing with this sort of ridiculous nonsense, because he'd even had the foresight to take the purse with him- leaving Mister Mars both empty handed and comically splayed out as he tried to break free from the webbing that had both saved him and was presently keeping him from floating off in the breeze for a second time.]

Here you are ma'am, I believe this- whoa!

[Okay so the whole friendly neighborhood thing was apparently doing nothing to assuage the wrath of the elderly, since not only did Peter have to abruptly lean back out of the way of another furious swing of the woman's cane, but she just snatched her purse from his hands and marched straight for Mister Mars. All the while still swearing up a storm, and doing her best to hop up just high enough that she could swat at the purse snatcher who by now was considerably more grateful to be stuck somewhere well outside out of melee range.]

...you're welcome?!

[Well it was still better than being called a masked menace, right?]

JEOPARDY

[Alright, so rampaging Lilliputian robo-mantises was not something he'd ever expected he'd have to deal with, but he was pretty good at learning on the fly. And as nice as a free fancy dinner for two sounded, 1) who would he even take, and 2) catching all these things with a net was going to take entirely too long. So instead your friendly neighborhood webhead is being the bigger man here and just swinging through the city webbing up any mantis he sees for any interested parties to catch and turn in for themselves]

Hey, if you win dinner I at least want some breadsticks!

[Okay so he's mostly being the bigger man. But he's probably only kidding, right? With the breakneck pace he's moving at, it's not like he's even stopping to chat with the people scooping up what should be his meal ticket.

Although once things have quieted down, it's entirely possible someone might stumble across a certain red-and-blue suited superhero pausing for a breather in the park. Of course it's in a web hammock suspended several feet off the ground and anchored between a few trees, because evidently some superheroes are stuck in a never-ending game of "The Floor is Lava"]

Jeopardy

[kid_flash_found]

Kid Flash rarely swung by Jeopardy after the whole apocalypse in the desert bit, but he'd heard about the round-up and figured he would be able not to eat everything in sight when he won the dinner at the end. Because he intended to get all the little buggers he could. With only one net, splitting off a few scouts was foolish, so he'd just been moving at a blur, catching the ones threatening the folks not interested in playing. Then a familiar globule is racing towards his target, and Bart has to leap into a tuck-and-roll to avoid being spattered.

"Hey, watch it! You know I can't--" he breaks off as he finishes the smooth motion back up to his feet, turning to see the guy who shot the mantis-thing. "Ooo-kay, you're not exactly the guy I was expecting."

Pyrrha Nikos | RWBY

[believe_in_destiny]

Heropa

[This entire world was such a massive change compared to Remnant. There were no worries about Grimm, no secret conspiracies trying to drag you kicking and screaming in being part of it, no hidden masterminds trying to upend them and kill you. The biggest thing here was that she wasn't viewed as super special. Yes, she was an imPort, but so were so many others! She was the Ruby Rose to the rest of Beacon here.

Which is probably why when many of the citizens saw her and told her about what's going on, asking for her help, she didn't actually mind! Settling disputes sounded like so much fun, even if it was something a bit over her head like relationships.]

Don't worry, I think I have everything under control.

[She would stride towards the grocery store, a more confident act in her step. She was more certain of this, she knew it!]

Maurtia Falls

Oh, my! This is quite the predicament.

[Pyrrha couldn't help but blink at the sight of the old lady screaming so many colorful expletives it could make sailors blush while the pitiful villain Mister Mars started to float away. She resisted the urge to laugh at how silly it all looked before she reached back to pull out Milo, shifting the weapon into its spear form.]

Give me one moment, madam, and I'll have everything fixed.

[Lining up the shot, she let the spear fly, pinning the poor supervillain by his leggings onto the nearby wall.]

Perfect... now, ah... how do I get him down?

[Yeah, she didn't think that one over too well. She was still rusty.]

Nonah

Oh, no, what do I do?

[There were so many kids looking at her, hoping that she would grace them with her presence and money, thus making them the pride of the block. This made Pyrrha so nervous - she would have to break someone's heart and she didn't know if she could!]

I-I'm sorry, just give me a moment, I'll figure something out!

[Or just stand there in panic and uncertainty.]

M. Falls

[floatsaway]

[The yelling and screaming was definitely ah...well, it got Ochako running, in any case, too used to being called into action at the drop of a hat. To be honest, she had half expected the shrill cursing to be someone she knew, but. Hm. Not exactly, though the vocabulary is shared 100% between this woman and a certain classmate she knows. Her mind wanders, momentarily, imagining this may be Bakugo-kun's grandmother in another life...

Oh!! Right! Have to stay focused!! She's just about to burst on the scene when it seems the major issue has been resolved. Another Hero--er...ImPort, I guess they're called in America? Weird, but sure. A-Anyway, it looks like this girl has the major problem solved, and what a throw!! Ochako can't help but be impressed, eyes wide with admiration. So cool!]

Ah!! If you need someone to get him down, leave it to me!

[She claps her hands together, fingertips touching, and immediately begins to float gently up off the ground like a feather, paddling a bit frantically in the air to make sure the trajectory is right so she doesn't offshoot where she needs to go to get this guy. Sh-She is still in training here, after all...

H-Hopefully she can make it to him and back before she gets nauseous, too. Hahah...]

Katsuki Bakugou | My Hero Academia

[hot_handed]

HEROPA

Stop whining and GET OUT OF MY WAY!!!

[For a second, the panicked voices go quiet as the loud, ear-shattering yelling stuns them into silence, all eyes turning on the irritated looking teenager who is currently shoving his way through the crowd. This was supposed to be his afternoon off and all Katsuki wanted was to check out their ghost pepper selection and maybe grab a sandwich, only to have some asshole try to hold the whole place hostage. Coward probably wouldn't even put up a good fight.

Best to end this as fast as possible, but maybe he could still use the victory to his advantage-]

I'll council them all right. I'll council them for wasting my time. You owe me some food after this!

[Barging in, any bystanders don't have to be in the store to hear what's going on.]

HEY, LONELY IN AISLE TWO!!! LISTEN TO ME YOU SPINELESS SACK OF SHIT, LET THESE PEOPLE GO OR I'LL MAKE SURE YOUR LIFELINE RECEDES MORE THAN YOUR HAIRLINE!!!

MAURTIA FALLS

[Katsuki has no sympathy for old ladies or stolen purses. If she didn't want it stolen, she should've had some sort of anti-theft device on it, like spikes that could have stabbed the villain. Speaking of villains-]

What kind of villain name is- [Snickering. Snorts. He covers his mouth, but to no avail, and bursts out laughing.]

YOU SOUND LIKE AN EDUCATIONAL MASCOT, NOT A VILLAIN!!! AHAHAHA- Crap.

[He's getting away! Katsuki may not have any sympathy, but he dislikes losing even more than he dislikes helpless old ladies and cheesy villains. Propelling himself into the air with his explosions, it doesn't take him long to reach the now terrified looking supervillain. And that's when he notices you.]

Catch!

[One more explosive burst and he's grabbed Mister Mars by the arm and slings him over his shoulder to throw in your direction, the poor supervillain screaming the duration of it. Meanwhile, the old lady's purse descends to the ground, precious and mundane items spilling out.]

NONAH

What the fuck...

[What secret hell dimension did he step into? Because that's the only explanation Katsuki has for all of the greedy, admiring eyes on him.]

Hey, go do some-

[Wow, are you an imPort? Try this lemonade, you get a discount! Buy some of my cupcakes, they're limited addition, found only here! Can I take a picture with you? What's your favorite color? Hey, are your veins supposed to be pulsing like that?]

SHUT UP!!!

[Katsuki finally regains his composure enough to shout, holding his hands out to give off a few smaller explosions in warning.]

This is your last warning, you creepy prepubescent pipsqueaks!

Nonah

[believe_in_destiny]

Now, that’s enough of that!

[Either by magnetism or just grabbing his hand, Pyrrha pulls Bakugo’s arm up so he’d stop threatening the kids.]</>

They’re just being kids and they want to impress us. And maybe take some of our money.

cal kestis | star wars

[kestis]

i. DE CHIMA

In truth, Cal probably entertained the malfunctioning robot longer than anyone else would have, struggling to answer even the pre-kindergarten level history questions about a planet he'd never heard of before arriving on it a week ago, but eventually it becomes clear to even him that the little guy is malfunctioning and not just growing annoyed (or the droid equivalent) with his increasingly dubious attempts to figure out the trivia with zero context.

By that point it has gotten fairly aggressive, but he only throws his hands up in a placating gesture towards it, like he hasn't even considered that it doesn't have the level of AI necessary to be reasoned with. Listen, maybe it does! "Hey, buddy, I don't think you're functioning right. Do you want me to take a look at you?" He fishes in his belt for his small welder, holding it out in a gesture of offering. The fizzy, static blatt it lets out at his continuing lack of correct answers sounds awfully rude, and Cal looks around to anyone nearby a little helplessly. "Any ideas?"

ii. MAURTIA FALLS

Oh, wow, that guy is absolutely going to eat it if he doesn't stop ascending, and he clearly has no idea how to do that. Cal watches him go for a few seconds, mild bemusement at his declaration and his outfit and the infuriated old lady turning into unease as his shoulders hunch slightly and he fights himself on whether or not he can do anything.

Physically he can, of course. It would take a mild effort and could potentially make the difference between life or death for the terrified looking would-be thief... It's just that being stranded on a planet with no exit strategy by way of spaceship and allies has started to edge Cal back into old paranoid habits. Keep your head down, he thinks, like he's right back on Bracca trying desperately to dodge being found by the Empire. A terrified Padawan with no Master and no plan. Don't stand out. Don't reach within. You don't know who's watching.

But that's stupid, and he knows it. People here can do things, and it doesn't mean anything. This guy is flying, sorta. Floating? He's definitely not a Jedi either way, that's for sure. And even if he was, the Empire isn't in power here... and even if it was, he decided he was done running. Cal sets his jaw, lifts a hand, and starts to tug the man back down towards the earth with the Force before he can talk himself out of it again.

iii. WILDCARD

Hit me with anything or PM me to discuss if you want me to whip up a starter with a different setting!

ii!

[spacewitch]

Nightsister Merrin has been wandering along in this new world, stunned and admiring as she takes it all in — there is so much to see, so many kinds of people, so many strange powers — but some things don't change. The Force isn't entirely the same as her magick, but the energies remain cousins, opposite sides of the same coin: so when Cal reaches out and uses his powers, she recognises the signature humming in the air which is so uniquely him. It's a beacon lighting up her senses, swinging her head like a nydak catching the scent of prey.

Without thinking about it, Merrin breaks into a determined stride down the street, bluntly shoving her way past people until she finds the source of the commotion: a thief floating helplessly up into the sky while clutching a flowery purse, and the Jedi helping him back down.

That good-hearted fool. Of course he's even helping criminals.

A shimmering green light suddenly appears in the air, swirling and joining with his power, and helps safely guide the terrified robber back down to earth.

Behind them, an ashen-haired young woman stands with arms crossed. "Cal Kestis," she says, trying (and failing) to bite back her relief at seeing him here.

Uraraka Ochako | My Hero Academia

[floatsaway]

i. De Chima, Virginia - Pop Quiz

[This is...bizarre. It's like walking around lost, in a city you've never visited, a place you never encountered, and people here seem more interested in shoving their cameras and phones in her face than actually taking a moment to answer any questions, or point the right way home. Heck, the nearest train or bus station would be great too, but that seems to be even asking too much. Are people here really that starved for the Hero scene or something? Sure, she's got on her costume, but...this seems a bit excessive...]

Aah...I just need directions. Please, just-- [She's...exhausted. Her voice feels hoarse and mousy from trying, in vain, to get the attention of someone - anyone - to help her. It's not her quirk that has her floating to the nearest person, but sheer determination in lieu of her wavering spirit.]

Excuse me...

[Her voice is robotic at this point, hand out and shaking as she feebly reaches for, erm...hm. That's not exactly a person, is it? She must be more tired than she thought, but before she can apologize and excuse herself, she's immediately assaulted.

If two trains leave the station at the same time and ones goes 70mph--w-w-wait?? Shouldn't it be kilometers? What... A-Air speed velocity of an unladen swallow? Recite the full history of how popcorn was invented? How...what...]

Is this hell? [This is like a bad nightmare. But worse, it has math. And with how cross-eyed she's becoming that robot is starting to look more and more in Aizawa...]
---

ii. Nonah, North Carolina - Better Business

[She just wanted a cookie, man! A freaking cookie. The sight of the little rascals selling their goodies and trying to make a quick buck was adorable, and Ochako more than anyone understood their desire to try and save up money for a grander purpose. It's admirable, and she'd have loved to support them, she even had money in her coin purse!! However...]

I-I don't have....dollars... [The kids, probably preschoolers, by the look of them, eyeball her with sneers and wrinkled noses.] D-D-Do you take...yen? I can offer, um...200?

I don't know what a quarter is, but it's not--...mmm. I swear, it's...real money...

[She's haggling with a toddler. A Hero, haggling with a toddler for a cookie, because by some freak accident(???), she wound up in America or something?? SHE STILL HASN'T FIGURED THAT OUT. Maybe a warp? But even then a distance like that is...impossible. Maybe? Probably. In any case, this poor girl looks more and more downtrodden as she raises the value more than more, earning deeper scowls and grimaces from the younger kids. A cookie isn't worth this.]

Nonah

[recommendations]

[ Momo likes Nonah. She's there often, working at Darin's forge, and so she likes to explore the city a bit before she heads back home to Jeopardy.

Today, she's heard there's a bit of a bake sale going on, and she's brought her wallet full of cash to participate. She isn't expecting to come across a familiar face there! ]

O-Ochako-san? Is that you?

[ Oh no, the poor thing looks stressed, being harassed by the children over, what, an exchange rate? ]

Here let me get that for you. How much is it? A quarter? [ She gives the child fifty cents for their trouble. ]

Mother Nature | Guardians of Childhood

[omnipresently]

☘ heropa - relationship drama;

A stern looking woman stands somewhat apart from the crowd gathered around the grocery store. She's clearly an imPort -- the long green dress with bare feet peeking out beneath, arms and long black hair twined with flowering vines, the fact that moss has started growing through the concrete in her general vicinity -- all confirm it. Despite not looking older than her 20's, the trenchant expression on her face looks like it belongs to someone much older. And it's successfully deterring the locals from approaching her; she does seem like the type who might make a delicate situation worse, not better.

Still, she hasn't moved away from the scene, so evidently she's got some kind of interest in seeing how things play out. Noting another imPort nearby, she asks, "Why are such demonstrations allowed to be made a spectacle of?"

☘ de chima - import craze;

Some imPorts may welcome the fame and attention that comes with being an instant celebrity just by arriving to this world, but Mother Nature is clearly not one of them. The half dozen eager fans which are crowding her on the sidewalk at the moment are all receiving withering glares, not deigning to answer their pushy questions. Unfortunately this doesn't appear to be deterring, and her temperament is growing more and more stony. Her expression isn't the only thing darkening. Overhead, thunderclouds are rapidly building out of nowhere, rumbling threateningly, and any plant life in the area is starting to alarmingly wilt.

☘ wildcard;

For anything else...

heropa!

[kestis]

"I don't think it's actually allowed," Cal ventures, gesturing as discreetly as he can manage to all the police offers scattered at the front of the crowd they're standing in, keeping anyone from getting closer but being otherwise ineffectual. He's torn between wanting to offer to help and absolutely not trusting any uniformed law enforcement enough to take their side even in what seems a fairly straightforward situation from where he stands. Plus nothing actively dangerous is even happening in there. "I think that's why they're all here."

He directs his attention back to the woman, only to finally notice the growth of moss at their feet. He blinks, surprised, before looking up at all the greenery on the rest of her. "Is that you?"

Martin Blackwood | The Magnus Archives

[mblackwood]

Maurtia Falls, Pennsylvania

Martin generally believes himself to be the kind of person that would help an old woman in need. But he can't just float that high, and she is spewing such an impressive and creative assortment of explitives that he's sort of stuck standing right where he is.

"Ma'am--miss--"

She doesn't seem to hear him, though, and has started yelling at someone else nearby to get up there after him. So, rather than get too caught up in the middle of... this... he steps back into the crowd, disappearing to the edge of it so that he can watch without being watched. Or yelled at. Or yelled next to.

Mister Mars, for his part, is starting to look desperately concerned about his precarious rise and Martin suddenly wonders if he truly has no idea what he's doing. He frowns.

"Which is more likely, d'you think? That he gets stuck up there or that he just... keeps going?"

The latter sounds like being caught in the Vast and makes his knees feel a bit wobbly just at the thought.


Nonah, North Carolina

"Iced tea?"

It might be better than nothing, but Martin has his doubts that it's going to be a cup of Earl Grey. Still, the little girls manning the drink stand have managed to convince him that it's worth trying, especially if he's never had it before, and especially if he's new here - to the United States or just Nonah. Of course he's heard of it, he just isn't entirely sure it's his... well. His cup of tea.

Still, the girls manage to divest him of the cost and in return give him a clear plastic cup of iced tea, lemons and all.

"Oh, do you have--"

"It's already sweetened," says a particularly endearing little girl who is also missing a tooth.

"O-oh, thank you."


Wildcard

Surprise him anywhere else!

MF PA

[optikon]

[ quite suddenly, it becomes clear that martin is being Seen, and in such a familiar way that there's no denying what--who, in this case--it is doing the watching. almost before he's had a chance to react or to look around himself, though, there are slim, scarred hands grasping his arms, and his name spoken desperately in a very familiar voice. ]

Martin! Martin, how-- [ he Knows it's him, Knows it as surely as he's ever Known anything, and the relief at having him here, safe and sound and okay, is nearly enough to collapse his knees from under him. he reaches, hands cupping his face as if he needs the physical contact to be sure he's here, eyes wide and hungry and jon-and-the-archive, drinking in every detail of the other man's face and form. ]

You're safe, [ he manages shakily, back in those moments after the end all over again, trembling with the flood of remembered fear and trauma and horror. they're not back there, though. they're here and they're safe and jon isn't going to let anything happen to martin. ]

Atsushi Nakajima | Bungo Stray Dogs

[undermoonlight]

01. Heropa

[Though the gossip describes it as a mere domestic dispute, Atsushi is on edge. There are hostages in there and one boxcutter can still cut a lot of boxes! Or people. Unable to stand by and watch, he sneaks in with the intention of at least disarming the culprit.

He's surprised to see he isn't the only one with this idea. There's another person, he assumes a hero, who has snuck in to help. Working together makes more sense than working apart, so he quietly waves to get their attention. Crouching down, he whispers urgently to the stranger,]

I'll be able to overpower him if I get close enough. You?

02. De Chima, Virginia

[Atsushi was already unsettled by the constant bombardment of photos and attention. Too polite to tell people off, he can only wave his hands and try to guard his face.]

Uh, thanks for the... photo, I guess? But I've got to go, so... If you'll excuse me-- [He finds himself cornered by the imPort curious, unable to bring himself to push them away. His timid demeanor isn't dissuading them either. If anything, Atsushi may have gotten himself marked as a pushover. Help a boy out? Otherwise, he might be stuck in this literal corner for a long time.]

04. Nonah, North Carolina

Wow! This is amazing.

[Atsushi has never seen a lemonade stand before, so the sight of so many children working hard leaves him sincerely impressed. At the first stand, Atsushi immediately makes a purchase with his meager cash. He can't help but support a kid with entrepreneurial dreams! And at the next stand, too-- Then the next one. And the next one. Falling for every trick and cash falling into every palm.

Pretty soon, he's realizing that his wallet is not strong enough to beat a bunch of business savvy children. He does manage to pull himself to the side, away from the money hungry kids, where he examines his leftover money. Which is so little that the kids seem to have given up on asking for it.]

Porters don't cost money, do they..? And I can eat the cookies for a meal, so... [He sighs,] It's money well spent. Just gotta keep saying that.

Estinien Wyrmblood | Final Fantasy XIV

[draveinian]

De Chima - Feral Dragonman Dislikes Attention & Technology, Quizbot Receives Answers But At What Cost?

[It's bad enough showing up to this star after he just was free of his unwilling duty to the scions. He had spoken with the Warrior of Light, told him aught he learned upon his travels to Garlemald, and believed himself able to return to Orn Khai unabated. Yet, it would seem like the others, he had been spirited away to a distant world—one fair unlike his own, for the sheer mass of difference between the two.

Little had the run down by the military been strange to him, being an ex-soldier himself, but the information was the more stressful part. Machines were inside of him, he was brought here to be some sort of hero? While he full planned to fight for man and dragon both, this...was not quite what he had in mind. Fortunately his resolve is far more resilient than it was a time ago when he traveled to the peaks of Sohm Al, which made getting through that entire thing without incident possible.

Yet, somehow he cannot find that same resolve in the face of this ridiculous machine that refuses to leave him be. It was terrible enough already with the onslaught of attention from the natives, but who can blame him for how he looks? They're asking him questions, trying to interact with him, taking his picture...but now it would seem this machine would likewise accost him.]

...Bother me not, machine—

WHAT'S THE DISTANCE BETWEEN THE EARTH AND URANUS?

I have not the desire to—

WHAT IS MITOCHONDRIA?

What? I know not—

ANSWER!! ANSWER!! ANSWE—

[It's then that Estinien punches the machine with a gauntlet clad fist, utterly pulverizing it, sending the robot soaring across the street and into the wall of a building. With a scowl he stares it down for a moment, before looking at the onlookers and gawpers. If one isn't quick, he might very well leap from the scene.]

Maurtia Falls - Local Dragoon Did Not Master The Dragoon's Jump To Strike Fear Into The Hearts of Incompetent Villains

[He supposes this is what they meant by having a need for heroes. A little...pitiful in comparison to the trouble that finds itself back in his own world, but he supposes it's at least quick and easy enough to deal with. He certainly takes his time to act, if only to see if there is any other imPorts that might step up to the plate so he can finish enjoying his lunch (grilled squid that lacks the charred flavor that dragon's breath brings, and likewise that which the freshly caught ensures). Though, enjoy is a touch generous, but it's better than nothing.

Seeing as none rise to help, he cannot help but let out a sigh through his nose before stuffing the last bit of squid into his mouth, taking to the sky with a single leap. Catching this "Mister Mars" by his cape, which earns him an embarrassing squawk of surprise by the incompetent villain, he drags the man back down with his descent, using his hold to swing him down towards the ground once they're at a height that won't utterly kill the man. Estinien, however, lands rather nimbly, like he hadn't just leaped over a hundred feet into the air.

Wasting no time, he brandishes his wicked looking lance at the man, holding the blade just ilms from the man's face. Though he might look a little more imposing had he been wearing his full armor, but instead he's dressed in his travelers clothes, yet one might suppose both the feat and the weapon speaks plain enough on their own.]

Know your folly—surrender the satchel and quit this place.

[Panicking, the man tosses the bag to Estinien's feet, and with an embarrassingly comical scramble, he attempts to flee as Estinien's instructed. Not quite the justice others might administer nor agree with, but the dragoon seems fit to let the man go.]

[hellufacade]

[Ooooh, fasinating. Easily identifiable by that lance, not to mention that attitude. He had never seen him personally, but...]

[He strolls up alongside the fellow, undaunted. His voice is light and playful, and there's a certain swagger to his walk. He's dressed in clothes befitting of the season and the location, unlike Estinien. A red button down, black chinos, some handsome black sneakers.]

My, my, my. If I ask you a few questions will you send me flying, too?

Vincent Valentine | FFVII

[afterform]

City of Heropa

( Vincent has been in his home long enough to become familiar with the scuffs and marks on the walls. To learn the routines of his neighbors and to anticipate the noise of their vacuum, laundry, and television. Each day brings in a heavier acceptance for his situation. Whereas the first few days he fantasized about finding a way back home or expected to wake up from this vivid dream. After a week he began to expect waking up here, rather than back on Gaia. He registered and sought out work—stage two of acclimating to this new world.

It was a long time since he was last employed and he found the process of job hunting difficult. With his background, he considered a security position, investigative work, maybe even join the Heropa PD. However, Vincent was unaware of how to obtain positions in the fields he was interested in. He eventually came into a staffing agency which offered him access to entry-level positions. He felt as if he was caught between a rock and a hard place. These positions were not ideal but they were something and he needed to start paying his way.

Vincent took what was available. Despite his qualifications or unique skills.

The music playing overhead carried on with the occasional announcement in between songs advertising for the market's deals. The fluorescent lights were bright white and gave everything and everyone in the store an unnatural reflection. The communal place brought in all sorts of people. Most of the patrons were in and out without any ruckus, some complained, some were troublesome, and some just needed a little direction. Vincent came to realize the likelihood that there were going to be incidents in the store considering the town was full of people who had powers.

The music is suddenly interrupted with a soft beep, indicating an announcement. "I want everyone to know she has to take me back! Ok!" Vincent looks across at the customer while his hand slowly brings the box of Maco-Chiz across the scanner with a quick beep! He gives his customer a blank stare before he grabs another item to scan. The costumers in his line begin to talk among themselves admitting to one another a common confusion. Vincent, on the other hand, continues to scan the items. Beep!)

Nonah, North Carolina

( The sun was high in the sky and the day was warm. Vincent used the porter to Nonah, North Carolina from Heropa. It was his first time using the porter and after the use of it he felt a little off. It reminded him of the first time he felt displaced. He was a child on a long car trip with his family and fell asleep in one city and woke up in another.

From the porter, he wanders down in no particular direction and ends up in a neighborhood. There were so many kids scattered in small groups down the length of the sidewalk. He could see various stands set up, like a miniature flea market, hollering at potential costumers that drove or walked by. Some of them were hollering his way and Vincent passed the first few stands without so much as a glance. However, the third stand offered cupcakes. The scent of strawberry and vanilla beckons him. He slowly gravitates toward the stand. )

How much?

( There was quite a lot of traffic on this street, people pass him and cars drive by slowly. )

Jeopardy, Nevada

( Vincent's next trip, with the porter, was to Jeopardy, Nevada. The city has a unique aesthetic, something he had not seen in the previous two cities. He was intrigued by the feeling of the city. Many of the people he watches and passes look just as bright as the illuminated signs. The bright colorful lights bathe the streets a mesh of hues and everyone walking the streets soak up the tones. It's hours before Vincent decides to take a break from sightseeing.

He enters a bar and finds the atmosphere inside matches outside as well. He takes a seat at the bar and waits for the bar tender to address him before he orders a drink. )

Jeopardy

[yolked]

[The night life scene was something Andrea felt comfortable with. Even if he wasn’t centerstage under the spotlight, there was a certain ease that came with such a familiar ambiance. The bar he finds to settle in is not too quiet and not overly eventful.

He sits at the bar comfortably for a few moments as he waits on a drink, he takes a moment to survey the place for anyone of interest. Andi’s people watching skills were exceptional, and after coming up with likely backstories for a few of the others there, his eyes stop on a man dressed as though he had traveled through hell if hell was a frozen wasteland. His hair was long and black and his skin seemed as though it had lost its ability to synthesize Vitamin D.]

Well you’re an interesting one. [Andrea lifts a brow curiously, fluidly moving over to the next seat to get closer to the stranger.]

Well-seasoned in combat, decent shape, but an air of lifelessness to you.

Andrea Rhodea | FF7r

[yolked]

A. Maurtia Falls, Pennsylvania
[So, this world has erupted into chaos. He hasn't been here long, and already he sees that there seem to be tensions between the do-gooders and their counterparts. Rather than joining the fray, Andrea has taken it upon himself to enjoy the sight from what he presumes to be a safe distance. He's seated on the balcony (or fire escape?) of the third story of a building that was likely a cafe. It's unclear as it's currently closed.

Regardless, he managed to gain access by unconventional means just to have a seat in one of the chairs looking out toward the "scenery" that had instead been replaced with seemingly random acts of violence. It reminded him of the fighting arena in Wall Market. Watching people beat each other to death never particularly entertained him, it was just one of his social obligations to pick a contender and see the fight through to the end. The prize for winning had been money, and he had more of that than he knew what to do with.

But here? He's watching simply to make sense of what he was seeing. Why people were fighting, what they could do--all of it. Andrea sat in silent amusement soaking it all up until he hears footsteps behind him.]

The coffee shop is closed, but you're welcome to a seat at the show.

B. Network
Does anyone have an explanation for the dreadful fashion sense everyone here seems to have?
I'm from somewhere where not everyone has the means to dress nicely, but this seems less of an issue here.
People are just choosing to leave their homes this way and it's a travesty.

Leave something to the imagination.
And I never thought I would say something like this, but.
Perhaps less is more.

C. Wildcard
(Why don'tcha hit me with your best shot. Fire away.)

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[afterform]

Even from so many different worlds fashion appears somewhat the same, from people I've seen.

What is worn where you're from?

Marcus Wright |Terminator Salvation/Final Battle

[anewhero]

Jeopardy, Nevada

This Nevada certainly was strange, less collateral damage and there was actual buildings still standing. So far, no Skynet controlled areas but the distinct lights on every corner made Marcus wince. At least he could get a beer or something.

He ended up in a bar area.

Felicity Smoak | DCTV

[notthatblonde]

Heropa

Felicity is not the type of person to throw herself into dangerous situations willy nilly... but... dangerous situations seem to find her regardless of her intentions. She is a planner, meticulous at times because her life and the lives of her friends and family depend on her doing her job perfectly. She certainly wasn't used to being thrust into situations that she was wholly unprepared for unless you count her whole fracking life.

"Can't I catch a fracking break? Is that too much to ask?" She muttered mostly to herself.

She walked up to the police officer. "Are you just going to let him stay in there? There are people who are hangry. I'm going in. What's the worst thing that can happen?" She shrugged.

[NETWORK]

So... superpowers are a thing here?

[Video]

[kid_flash_found]

[Here, Felicity, have an unfamiliar teen in a possibly familiar costume.]

If by thing you mean something the Porter gives you if you didn't have any before? Yep.

It's a little different if you were powered before. Some people's change.