HANG TEN

[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.

WOOF WOOF! This Friday is National Take Your Dog to Work Day, and everyone seems to be out with their pooch, enjoying the summer sun! (At least until they start to sweat and have to make a beeline for someplace with air conditioning.) However, the thing about superheroes is that their work can take them anywhere, and with the Top ImPort contest leading the news, EVERY imPort is a hero in the minds of the public!

Got a costume on? Here's a corgi. In line for an iced coffee? Come kiss this old lady's schnauzer. Allergic to dogs? Have a Claritin...and then brace yourself as this Great Dane tries to sit on you. And be sure to smile! Can you imagine how many likes a pic of the coolest new imPort cuddling man's best friend will get?

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.

Many events are taking place in Nonah, North Carolina for this year’s Midsummer festivities. Regardless of age and gender, flower wreaths of many sizes and colours adorn the heads of both natives and imPorts. If you’re without one, you can expect to have a multi-coloured wreath pressed into your hands, silken ribbons hanging at the back. Unfortunately, they’re not a One Size Fits All; your wreath could be too big to fit properly on your head and could be worn as an awkward necklace of sorts, or your wreath is a little on the small size. Small enough to be worn as a bracelet. Be warned—the flowers are a big part of the celebration, it’s best not to damage them, or the natives might hold it against you until the next Midsummer event.

Now, what’s something that pairs nicely with flowers? Strawberries! That’s right! It’s the strawberry harvest! Grab a basket, grab a friend (or venture off alone), and take a walk through one of the many strawberry fields found in the city parks, see what you can find to claim for a tasty, healthy snack. Or a gummy treat. It’s going to be hit or miss, you might get away with filling your basket with real delicious fruits or you might end up enough strawberry shaped gummies to give yourself a cavity or two.

If you’ve had plenty to drink, as what Midsummer event would be complete without day-drinking, and you feel like joining the natives for a bit of a frog dance around poles wrapped in colourful ribbon, hop on over and be prepared to not only join in on the dance but the singing as well. “The small frogs, the small frogs, are funny to look at. No tails, no tails, they have no tails. No ears, no ears, they have no ears.”

While these lyrics may be innocently sung and everyone looks to be having a grand ol’ time, the more times the words are repeated, imPorts might begin to take notice of certain bits of themselves changing. Perhaps your skin has begun to turn green? Perhaps the lyrics are no longer words but a series of croaking, as everything around you grows taller and taller. Or wait, maybe that’s just you beginning to shrink...

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.

Welcome to the Midsummer festival of Jeopardy. What is affectionately known by natives and imPorts alike as the ‘Spider Church’ of the city has set up several charmingly on brand festivities for all to partake in to celebrate the solstice. Church members throughout the city are easier to spot than normal, adorned in black linen tunics with glistening, rainbow colored webs stitched on them. They are handing out information about the church and inviting everyone to their weekly bingo nights as normal, but also hand out black and purple flowers as people pass by.

The first area likely to catch the eye is the free food festival taking up nearly all of main street, with spider themed foods at every booth and food truck. Spider-themed varies between each vendor, with some being silly like fake chocolate spiders in ice cream cones or deep fried dough sprinkled with ‘spider eggs’ (clumped white sugar), to much more literal ones like fried cricket tacos or yogurt covered ants. Experience something new! Or stick to the dyed black lemonade and candy flowers, take your pick.

In town center, right in front of the church itself, is a large Spider May Pole. Much that your traditional may pole, it involves lots of ribbons streaming down around a large pole, just for this one the ribbons are called ‘legs’ and a large spider body sits atop the pole. There is dancing competition happening all day, with the last ones standing winning the grand prize of being the Spider King and Queen, who then get to sit on the central float of the midsummer parade scheduled to take place at sunset that evening.

After the sunset parade, bonfires are lit throughout the city. Members of the church solemnly gather the flowers and festive decorations of the day and burn them in the fires, wishing for a glorious rebirth of summer from the ashes. There are also s’mores stations and lots of drunken singing to celebrate, if the ritual burning is a little much for you.

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Shouto Todoroki || My Hero Academia || ota

[freezeflame]

I) Diamond in the Ruff

[ah. what a strange sensation, waking up in a world that is unfamiliar to you. Shouto has only been in Heropa for a few days, and he's trying to get settled. naturally, he's read up on where he is, and what he's supposed to be doing. all that was in the pamphlet he received. he has other questions, but mostly he just wonders how he got there.

it is currently the weekend, and Shouto is out in the clothes he was given, taking a look around the area. so many dogs are out today. it feels like every person has a dog with them, and he doesn't. that is not the only thing that draws his attention. as he's wandering, he notices a little girl looking sad because her popsicle is melting in the heat. without asking, Shouto steps over to her and cools the temperature as he sticks his right hand out. the popsicle becomes a little bit colder, and the girl looks happy beyond words.

suddenly, Shouto is surrounded by a crowd with accompanying various dogs. "Take a picture with me!" the people demand enthusiastically. they mean no harm, of course, but it's pretty overwhelming for him. he is at a loss as to how to get away...]

II) I Love the Flower Girl

[later on that night, Shouto is in Nonah, thanks to a Porter trip (that was interesting). he's heard about the Midsummer festival there and he wants to see what that entails. also, he wants to look around some more, get more familiarized with the scene. he doesn't get too far into the festival before a young lady hands him a flower crown. actually, she places it on his head for him, leaving Shouto a bit bewildered. he's not about to destroy the crown, or the flowers, especially not when he realizes there are others around wearing similar things]

Ah. Thank you?

[awkward? yes. the girl is gone before he can even finish thanking her. okay, then]

III) Web of Flies

[it's night, and now Shouto has seen a bit of Jeopardy, too. he spends a lot of time where the food trucks are located, searching for cold soba. he does not find any, but he does manage to get some other things. quietly eating in the back of a group, he watches the parade pass, thinking about how he should probably take a Porter back to where he's staying soon, even though the day has been... fun?

also, is it just him, or does this place really love spiders?]

IV) wildcard

[got a different setting or prompt you want to play with? drop it here! ping lovebakery to plot. Shouto is coming in fresh from the ending of the Pro-Hero Arc. i'm okay with spoilers, though!]

I. 👀

[vociferates]

Wooooooah! Hey there Listeners, make some room, make some room already yo!

[Honestly, Hizashi had been out minding his own business - a trip to Heropa for a change of scenery, possibly seeking a new place to call home (Marutia Falls is not really his scene, as it turns out) - when he saw the crowd around the familiar bi-colored head of hair. He grimaces a little, despite Todoroki not being new-new, Hizashi hadn't come across him yet. Of course, he would wind up getting caught up in this hero-fervor that seems to have taken over recently. So, Hizashi takes it upon himself to step in, his words emphasized with light quirk usage to make sure he's heard over the din of questions and need to press into Todoroki's space.

He places a hand on Todoroki's shoulder, wagging the finger of his other hand at the crowd.]

Sorry, sorry. No autographs right now! Not today, my student and I are late to a very important gig, you dig? Now make room, come on, that's right!

[The crowd seems confused, but not against making an exit despite disappointed protests. Hizashi spares a grin and a wink down at Todoroki. Exit aquired. TIME TO ESCAPE.]

Nonah

[recommendations]

[ Momo comes to Nonah often, as that's where Darin Altway's Masterworks Forge is located, and Darin has become something of a mentor for her during her time here. The city's obsession with flower crowns is new, but not unwelcome. Momo herself is sporting a wreath of pink flowers in her hair as she walks down the street, hoping to get some lunch.

She stops in her tracks when she sees a familiar face. People from U.A. just keep showing up nowadays, don't they? ]

Todoroki-san! [ She waves, rushing over to him. ]

Jeopardy

[burnishingmad]

[Lio had driven out here partly for the drive, but partly to see this other city in the desert connected to the imPorts. He's also in the back watching, but more purposed than casually.]

I suppose they have parades for anything.

[what the FUCK is with the spiders.]

Diamond in the Ruff

[hot_handed]

[Occasionally Katsuki visits Heropa, just because it seems like a good place to get intel, and maybe run into any new arrivals from his world. He's temporarily distracted by an adorable greyhound, and then a bulldog, and then a lab-]

Good dog. Wanna kill something? I'll give ya a steak.

[Unfortunately, even his fawning over the dogs and petting them behind the ears isn't enough to tune out the near-hysterical screaming. Katsuki looks up to see a familiar toothpaste haired looking bastard-]

Hell no.

[He storms over, bristling and just starts...pulling people away and throwing them back.]

Stop crowdin' him! You're gonna make him blue screen!!!

II

[onederfulhero]

You should embrace your new look, Todoroki!

[And that's definitely All Might, with... multiple flower crowns on his head, and a larger one serving as a necklace. What can he say? He's quite charming.]

Would you like to come and pick strawberries with me?

Felicity Smoak | DCTV

[notthatblonde]

Heropa
When Felicity started working with Oliver, she used to imagine how it would feel to be considered a hero. Now, she doesn't have to imagine it because as she walks through the city of Heropa, waits in line for a latte and generally goes about her day, she knows what it feels to be a hero because suddenly she is surrounded by people and their dogs. She smiles because she never thought that she could be the center of attention but this isn't so bad.

Dogs never hurt anyone, right?

"How about a 5-minute break?" She says as she scratches behind the Corgi's ears.

de Chima

Robots? Technology? Those are the two words that are Felicity Smoak's lifeblood. Of course, she was going to de Chima to observe the quiz bot, not going would be like asking her to choose between mint chip and coffee. There was no choice as far as Felicity was concerned, but she digresses. She chuckles and shakes her head because even her thoughts are jumbled just like most of what comes out of her mouth.

She smiles at the bot for a split second before he goes all Cyberman on her. "Holy frack... are you alright?" She asked, backing slowly away.

Wildcard

[Not feeling these prompts? That's perfectly okay, just contact me at plentyofwords and we can set something else up. ]

De Chima

[zenryokubatankyu]

And in sharp contrast, this guy knows nothing about robots. Nothing except that they're cool looking, but this one seems like it just does trivia things. Which isn't bad, but it's not, like, a combat robot. It's just a robot. That asks questions. It can't even turn into a car.

But it seems to go way off the rails when it wheels its way over to a pretty-looking blonde and begins shouting 'ANSWER ANSWER ANSWER' her way. Okay, no. That's when he has to step in. Not that he knows what to do, but he still steps between the girl and the robot.

"Hey, hi, how about you give the lady some room, eh?"

Amaterasu | Okami

[mamaterasu]

[OOC: Quick note! It is canon for most people NOT to see Ammy's god form!!!

I'll leave this up to player discretion, but please be aware she may appear as just a normal white dog/wolf to people! Her powers are visible, but not the way she uses them, not are her weapons to those who can't see her. People CAN see the flowers that trail her when she runs, though! Feel free to take notice of that!]
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❀ i. Brb, Taking Myself to Work - Heropa ❀

[Now this is a bit awkward. It's been a wild and wacky ride ever since Ammy arrived - seems most of these bizzarely dressed people aren't used to an actual wolf popping out of the Porter. Thankfully, any attempts to leash her long enough for a debriefing were cut short real fast, considering she all but danced out of people's fingers with expert speed and agility. It became a game, and Ammy was victor fast.

Whatever information the strangely dressed people told her was, uh...well.

She fell asleep.

At least they had the decency to let her go with a pat on the head and a tasty biscuit, unlike some rude city guards that would quite literally kick her out of places... Exploring as she is want to do, Ammy is gawking at the bizarre structures and towering...pagodas? No, no...not quite. Too rectangular, and simple in design. Not elegant in the slightest. The trees were odd, too - lanky, leafy, but no flowers? How very strange. And how people were dressed. That was the most strange. There was no possible way this could be the Celestial Plain...

Thankfully, at the least, not a soul seemed bothered by her merely trotting her way along the streets, taking in the sights, smells, and sounds of a new place ready to explore. To her extreme delight, many people would coo and pat their legs, calling her over for a pet or, better yet, to offer up treats. Maybe this was the heavenly land above the clouds after all... All she had to do was play along to their commands (not a thing she does lightly, mind, but Amaterasu will never pass up a free snack) and let them point their little iron rectangles at her. Some flashed, and she'd yelp and bark, while others made a funny noise - like a click and wrrr - which prompted a jerk or her head and a lift and swivel of her pointed ears.

What a day to be a do--er...wolf. Running, jumping, rolling over and wrestling other playful pooches, Ammy was enjoying herself for the majority of the day itself, panting heavily with a massive, puppy-like grin on her face, tongue danging from her lower jaw. She managed to somehow "locate" (stole; she stole it) a tennis ball from...somewhere (a careless teen putting their dog pics on Winstagram), and carries it in her mouth, tossing it into the air and catching it.

At one point, Ammy goes a little buckwild, and tosses the ball into the air only to whack it with the flat side of her reflector, then dash after it like a flash of lightning. A truly startling sight for those that cannot see the wolf's divine form (her red marking, the swirling tufts of fur on her shoulders, tail, and legs), or the heavenly weapons hovering upon her back. Just a dog playing with a ball...before the ball is shot like a bullet through the air by...something?? And a flash of white, trailed by delicate budding flowers, as the wolf throttles after it, returning to her spot with a slight bounce in her step and looking visibly pleased with herself.

Still got it.]
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❀ ii. A Clawsome Height - Maurita Falls ❀

[Lol, this guy.

Were the granny capable of climbing walls, Ammy would have simply allowed her to chase after this bimbo and give him a good whollop. Her mouth was as salty as the sea itself, and Ammy could only snicker to herself at the entire scene playing out. Honestly, the things some humans would do for a bit of coin... It sort of reminded her of that brazen thief in Sei-An City, but this was on another level. Still, a god's work is never done, even in a whole new, very bizarre place that is clearly not her own...so she has to get the nerd back down.

Simple enough, she just needs to find...aha!

A stray cat was busily cleaning itself under a bench, licking at its paws before swiping one across its face. As the wolf approached it, the cat didn't even seem to flinch, growl, or hiss. Instead, it began to purr, meeting the wolf half-way and slinking itself between her legs affectionately. This always tended to happen...animals were always far more keen to pick up on what she really was than humans were. She nosed it in response, then sat before it, as it took a seat a foot or so before her, like two partners about to discuss business, staring deep into the others' eyes.

Envoy of the Wall God, grant me a boon I cannot find in this land.

The slow blink of the cat, and a resounding mewl made Ammy's feet feel lighter, and after giving the kitty and grateful lick, she was off, racing right at the building. Right...at..the building?? Really fast. Too fast. Oh my god, she's gonna crash. She's gonna hurt herself going that fa--

Leaping up at the last moment, Ammy hits the wall on all fours and clings to it, like a cat on drapes, and continues this strange ascent as people look on and point. Howmst the fuckity?]
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iii. ❀ Down by the Banks - Nonah ❀

[Well, it's no Kamiki Festival - the booze is way worse - but it's a fun time regardless. The food is good, and she's eaten well past the point that most people would consider being full, but the real treat is that, while not great in any fashion, there is booze here. Using a paper dish normally used to serve ice cream in, the wolf has amassed a growing collection of empty beer bottles (Waterspout is really handy when you don't have thumbs and need to manipulate liquid into a bowl) by where she's laying. How she's gotten them, well...the answer is simple.

She's a dirty little thief, and no one's paying enough attention to her to catch her. And even if they were, she's far too speedy to get caught. Who'd wanna fuck with a wolf, anyway? They seem far too distracted by their literal song and dance, and that suits Ammy just fine. Without even a hint of tipsiness on her face, she laps up the frothy liquid from her bowl anew, turning an ear to the croaking by the bonfire.

Wait...croak?

Lifting her head, chin still dribbling with the beer foam, Ammy's jaw drops at the depraved and rather horrific scene playing out like some sort of hypnotic dream in front of her eyes. People are...changing. Shrinking, becoming green, or a darker olive color, some have dense warts on their faces...legs bent at an odd angle.

Blinking stupidly, Ammy looks at the people, then to her bowl of beer, back again to the frog-like people, her beer--

Hm.

Perhaps she has had enough.]
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❀ iv. Wildcard!! ❀

[None of these tickle your fancy? Let me know and we can plot something specific!!]

A Clawsome Height

[hot_handed]

[Katsuki was hoping to find the best coffee spot in Maurtia Falls, and what a shocker. There was a wannabe "villain" on the loose. Katsuki wastes no time in 'flying' to the scene, prepared for basically anything.

Except that.]

Dog with a quirk...

[He shakes his head, snapping out of it. Like he's going to let this cute puppy who he admittedly wants to pet and play fetch with with take all the credit!]

HEY!!! WOLF!!!!

[Katsuki doesn't even use his explosions. He borrows a guy's phone and launches it at Mister Mars, sending the villain careening in Ammy's path.]

Shouta Aizawa | My Hero Academia | YOLO

[passfail]

[A. Dog Days]

[Heropa is nice and idyllic. Quiet, perhaps too quiet, in a way he probably won't be able to stomach for long, but these first few days? Absolutely. He could use a few days of quiet in order to let all of the information he's been devouring almost nonstop sink in. After all, he has a deadline for deciding what his next steps are, doesn't he?

He's managed to settle in to a routine of sorts, even, but one that's rudely interrupted today as he's accosted by no fewer than six strangers with their dogs ranging in size from 'is that a rat' to 'down Cujo' while he's just trying to get in the door at the local cafe. Why does everyone have their dogs? Is it a dog convention? What is even happening. He might not look very heroic--black shirt and pants, and what looks like a very long scarf draped in a pile around his neck, two days of stubble on his cheeks and bags under his eyes deep enough to drown a man--but clearly these people have cottoned on to the fact that he's a hero. An ImPort, he corrects himself internally. Have to get the nomenclature right.

Finally (after not that long, frankly, but he hasn't had any coffee yet and he needs the caffeine desperately), Shouta gives his head an irritated shake and presses through the crowd despite their pleas for selfies and kisses for their corgis.]

Sorry, I'm more of a cat person.

[Way to talk your ratings the first week, Shouta.]

[B. Mars Bars]

[Mister Mars? Honestly, how is anyone supposed to take him seriously with a name like that, let alone that poor excuse for a costume? like you've got room to talk Shouta Honestly, Shouta's genuinely torn for a moment between amusement and pity. Should he put the fellow out of everyone's misery? Should he give him some kind of showdown? Honestly.

He's about to take the situation, if not Mister Mars himself, seriously when he snatches that lady's purse, but even as he removes the loops of his capture device from around his neck he sees that's a mistake. Hell.

Heaving a sigh that can probably be heard into the stratosphere, Shouta gives a twist and a flick to his capture device, one end of the ribbonlike length snaking all the way up to wrap around the hapless cretin's ankle. With efficient movements, he starts to reel him back down, where finally the old lady snatches her purse back--and then hits Mister Mars with it before storming off.

And as if the day couldn't get any better--the half naked buffoon starts crying.]

...You have to be kidding me. Stop crying, we're going to find you a shirt and then I'm handing you over to the police.

[Unless someone else has something to say about it. Gonna scold him for being mean? Gonna laugh? Gonna helpfully recite rules? Take a selfie? The world is your oyster.]

[C. S'more S'mores]

[Honestly, this festival is a little weird, but aside from a few strange things like cricket burgers, it's actually not half bad. The people are friendly, there hasn't been any trouble despite the size of the crowds, and at the end of the day there's a warm bonfire and a drink in his hand as he lounges on a nearby bench, one ankle crossed over the opposite knee and a large purple flower tucked whimsically into his hair. (A child had placed it there, and he hadn't had the heart to remove it, but you'll never get him to admit it.)

Taking another sip from the bottle in his hand, Shouta stretches a little, sighing and suppressing a yawn.]

Should have brought my sleeping bag.

[He's only half-kidding.]

[D. Wildcard]

((hit me with whatever your heart desires, or hit me up via PM and I'll drop you a custom line!))

S'more S'mores

[hot_handed]

Shit!

[Katsuki clutches his ice cream cone in shock, causing it to splatter everywhere and making a child cry when they drop theirs out of surprise.]

Shut up!!!

[The kid just cries even more now, and a mom is starting to shout at him and demand that she talk to his parents. Of all the people Katsuki imagined would end up here...somehow, Aizawa just always seemed untouchable.

He storms over, ignoring the screaming behind him, and looks down at his teacher.]

They managed to drag you in here too, huh?

Osomatsu Matsuno | Osomatsu-San | OTA!

[zenryokubatankyu]

[HEROPA]

[It's been a few days. Not exactly something he's too fond of, given the circumstance, but he's been left to his own devices...which means he wandered around for a bit, and oop, looks like people are way more friendly here than at home. Free. Drinks. And he didn't even have to sneak out or start a tab!

He scratches under his nose, snickering to himself as he walks down the street--only to get ambushed by a barking dog. He yelps, jumping back a bit, only for the owner to apologize and move on their way. Then he realizes...oh. That's a lot of dogs. Many dogs. Probably more than 101. That's ridiculous, but yeah, okay, he briefly contemplates if there's some kind of pet show, and normally, normally, he'd have a Jyushimatsu ready to go pretend to be a dog for The Ideal Ploy, but he has no Jyushimatsu presently. So this is a tricky bit.

Or at least it seems it until he sees a little girl off to the side, standing under a tree. He falters for a minute, then lets out a small sigh, walking up next to her, taking a gentle tone not to scare her.]

Hey, what's up? You're over here alone. You okay?

[The little girl looks around nervously, before mumbling that she's, in fact, lost where her parents are - and worse, she's afraid of dogs, so this is basically this poor kid's personal nightmare. He smiles just a little, weakly.]

Don't worry. We'll be safe if we go about this together, 'kay? I'll keep you safe, and we'll find your folks. How 'bout it?

[He crouches down, extending a hand with a pinkie to pinkie promise. The little girl slowly smiles a bit, and agrees to it, returning the gesture. He grins wider.]

Alright! That's settled, then.

[Now, where to find her parents amongst this crowd...he has to look around, but keep her safe...]

[DE CHIMA]

[This place was the best! Apparently, just for showing up, he was some kind of celebrity...and this was fueling his need for validation through the roof. Already, he was smirking at cameras, trying to wink at girls who actually didn't run away, and he's probably gotten his picture taken way more than once at this point. It's great! It's what he deserves!

...Not really, but he'll bask in it anyway.

He's basically walking with his head held high, when he gets ambushed by a screeching robot demanding answers. This elicits a shriek with his arms raised....which gets him a few odd stares. Dammit, dammit, DAMMIT! Now they saw him off his game!]

Ugh, WHAT THE HELL DID YOU WANT?!

[He snaps at the robot. The robot repeats the question, which...flies straight over his head. Egyptian Pharaohs...]

...King Tut, Cleopatra, done.

[There's a loud buzzer sound, and he clenches his teeth.]

You said name pharaohs! I did! Those are! I knew them! Wait, I missed like--a Ramses or something? ...Aladdin?

[That elicits several more buzzer sounds.]

Oh, COME ON, JERKFACE!

[The robot wheels off, seemingly unimpressed. Osomatsu stares after it, until it clearly is bugging people it shouldn't be. Okay.]

Hey, wait a minute, Artificial Intelli-asshole, I'm not done with you--!!

[MAURTIA FALLS]

[So apparently this was some kind of crime town. Well. He was an...import, if he remembered correctly. He was a hero. He mentally supposes, at least. So it's his job to help with that, and he's not a bad fighter, he's never been a bad fighter!

Which makes it all the more perfect when a likely supposed 'supervillain' just up and poses right in front of him, and oh, oh no. Oh no. He's trying to repress some laughter, but he really can't --]

Ooohhhh my God-- [He leans over to a person stunned beside him, putting his hand on the side of his mouth] What a jackass.

[And then the idiot tries to snatch some granny's purse and starts booking it to the tallest building in town, and from what he can tell, this is the point where the guy realizes this may have been a mistake. Osomatsu pauses, before releasing a 'snrrk'....which finally becomes full-out laughter. He slaps his knee, before clearing his throat, stepping forward with a confident smile next to the old lady.]

Don't worry, ma'am. I'll get that back for ya easy~

[But he's pretty sure that like, if there were an elevator lift, once granny got to the top, his ass would be grass. Far more grass than it would be coming from him. Which is proven when the old lady snarls at him to quit the grandstanding and get it and he swallows nervously, before nodding, running inside the building, and lo and behold, there actually is an elevator lift. He steps out, then steps onto the roof, clapping his hands.]

Alright, Moonman, show's over. Hand the purse back and make this less difficult for yourself, eh?

[He makes a small grabby motion. Gimmie.]

[WILDCARD]

[Got any other ideas? LMK!]

de chima

[freezeflame]

[for some reason, Shouto, who was watching the nearby spectacle, feels the need to inform this man]

Aladdin was not a Pharaoh.

[you're welcome]

Wei Wuxian | The Untamed

[chenqing_player]

01.Dogs...Dogs everywhere

[This is easily the worst day of Wei Wuxian's life. He wakes up in a weird place and every where he turns the most horrifying of all creatures is stalking him. The world is overrun by DOGS. He has run as fast as he can around every street corner, and every time he thinks he is safe another one appears before him. There is barking everywhere and it seems the more he tries to avoid them, the more they follow.

As it is now, he is backed into a corner..three small but terrifying beasts staring him down as if ready to eat him. He doesn't know how creatures with ridiculously short legs can run so fast. He heard someone call them corgi's but he doesn't know one dog from another. They all just get classified as monsters to him. He knows there is evil behind those smiling faces.

Ready to climb up the wall behind him, he whimpers for mercy.]

Go away! Go home! Leave me alone!


02. Flower Princess

[He wanders through the strawberry fields with the basket resting on his arm. He managed to get a flower wreath that fits perfectly on his head, a red bow on it that matches the red ribbon in his hair. It's kind of relaxing to just wander around and pick strawberries. Every once in awhile the strawberry is a little strange looking and not at all fruit like..but it's edible regardless.

And after picking a basket full he heads back to the festivities to enjoy some nice wine and watch people playing with the frog dance pole. He doesn't really have any interest in joining in on the dance, but he doesn't mind being an enthusiastic observer. Cheering them on as he drinks.]


03. Spiders

[He has eaten his fill of spider themed snack foods all day and now it is time to settle around the s'mores station and enjoy the sticky treat and join in on the drunken shenanigans. He doesn't really know any of the songs but that doesn't mean he can't pretend that he does as he sings along with the others.

He has never had a s'more before but he finds it to be a rather enjoyable treat. He certainly doesn't mind trying new things which is how he ended up eating a ant earlier in the day. This little treat definitely deserves more praise then the ant. But mostly he is there for the drinking.]

4. Wildcard

[ooc: Make up your own prompt if you want! I'm open to anything! And I can stick with action or switch to prose. Whichever people prefer to respond with. I'll match.]

1

[zenryokubatankyu]

[Osomatsu himself has been wandering around, mostly, though the dogs--the dogs are a little obnoxious with the sheer amount there is. He's making his way, though. Along the way, he's gotten a few free drinks - nice - and somehow a little ziploc baggie of dog treats someone left on a bench. Could be useful, he thought.

And sure enough, they do when he stumbles upon a poor guy cornered by corgis. The guy looks scared out of his mind of the little fluffy terrors, and it takes a lot out of Osomatsu to not snicker a little. Instead, he smiles, taking the ziploc baggie out of his hoodie pocket, clicking his tongue, and whistling.]

Chk-chk. Hey, little fellas, gotcha some food right here if ya leave that guy alone! He ain't got anything for ya.

[He opens the baggie, and crouches down, holding out the treat. The corgis attention is immediately drawn, and now he chuckles, giving 'em the treats to chow down on, scratching beneath his nose, and giving Fluffy Demon #1 a little pat on his head before he stands, stepping forward to address the poor scared guy.]

No worries, dude. Gotcha covered. Not too fond of dogs, huh?

Uraraka Ochako | My Hero Academia

[floatsaway]

i. Dog Days of Summer - Heropa

[Down the rabbit hole we go again... With a feeling of intense deja vu, Ochako is debriefed on the occurrence that befell her again, handed her information pamphlet, and sent on her way. Her head is throbbing, and she looks pale and almost sickly as time seems to collide into her all at once, memories of two worlds mixing and racing to and fro, twisting over one another in an abstact painting as they each try to fit inside a space much too small to keep them all bound.

Once outside, poor Ochako races to the nearest bin and heaves, leaving behind one of the officials to look on with a sad smile. They approach her, rub her back, and offer her a mint, letting her know the nausea should pass soon, and she's not the first to lose her lunch after a travel through the Porter. She just nods dimly, still feeling ill, and sore, but can't do much else other than smile and give a thumbs up.

Given a cash allowance, and a change of clothes, Ochako decides to get a thin, pink hoodie with some American brand name slapped over the front, and a pair of cheap sunglasses and flipflop from an outdoor vendor. Thank god for that cash allowance, my gosh. She has half a mind to just buy some painkillers and ginger ale to settle her mind and stomach, then sleep off the gross feeling of being back here again, but...something small and fluffy brushes her leg before she feels a cold and wet nose smush itself against her calf.]

Yeep! [She squeaks, looking down to see the fluffiest little malamute pup beaming up at her. Immediately, she feels warmth in her chest, and looks around to see the owner a short distance away, flipping through a magazine.] Excuse me? Um...is it okay if I pet your doggy? He seems to like me.

[What Ochako expected was a simple yes or no answer. Maybe even a quick cuddle with this lovable pooch. What she didn't expect was to be manhandling a squirmy puppy (not that big a deal, she would hold this dog until the end of time, if given the opportunity) while also posing awkwardly for a selfie. Um?? O-Okay?] Eh...wh-wha--

[Click! "Thanks!! I'll tell my friends, too!" Ochako is dumbfounded, but boy oh boy...that lady was not kidding about telling her friends. Rounding each corner, barely walking twenty or so feet, Ochako is accosted by people of all ages, wanting to take pictures of her with their dogs - some little, some fluffy, hairless, and some she's almost certain might actually be horses in disguse.

At one point, she has to use her Uravity Sneak to tiptoe, light as a feather, behind a group of chatting teens and their pooches, checking their phones and giggling, before one of their dogs - a beefy Doberman - boofs happily in her direction and they all turn in unison and lock eyes with their prey.

Shit.]
---

ii. Deja Vu, I Hardly Knew You - De Chima

[Ochako's having a very bad day.

Escaping from the gaggle of people trying to blind her with camera flashes and hurling their dogs into her arms, she thought escaping through the Porter to another place would absolve her of her continuially growing headache, but hah. Miracles like that don't exist here, it seems.

Assaulted by a very familiar robot, Ochako massages her temples as her eyes squint shut. Not again...she doesn't have the capacity to do this again. Her head is throbbing, because there's a slew of old, but also new(?) memories hitting her mind all at once, conversations and faces she remembers and doesn't remember and as Quincy shrieks at her for answers to new and obnoxious trivia, she can't bring herself to even fake interest.

And she's tired of being nice, especially when she's tired, sore, and still sifting through a bunch of weird memories she's not quite sure are real or make believe.]

No, thank you. [She mumbles ofhandedly as Quincy demands answers, and she exhales and just...floats away. Just straight yeets herself off into the sky with a slight hop. She cares not how silly she may look, or people pointing her out. She catches the edge of the nearest building, swings herself over it and onto the roof, then releases her quirk and flops onto her back on the cool surface, arms spread out and eyes shut.]

I'm going to take a nap right here. [Said to no one in particular, but my god she's...so beyond over this day.]
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iii. Spider Dance, Ahuhu - Jeopardy

[A NEW DAY, A NEW OCHAKO!! Kind of. After some much needed sleep, and a lengthy morning to get her thoughts straight, Ochako decided to actually explore this place properly. She has tried to keep her presence here on the downlow for...reasons, but she can't stay stuck inside all day. Her wandering eventually takes her to Jeopardy, and this place gives off a very weird vibe. Every now and again she'll look over her shoulder at someone - something? - watching her from the corner of her eye, but each time it's nothing at all.

Ugh...maybe coming here wasn't such a great idea.

Or so she thought! The festivities, at first seemed strange and a little macabre - who in the world celebrates creepy-crawly spiders, of all things - but after an hour of two of enjoying the festivities (and steering way, WAY away from any cooked insects, thanks), Ochako finally feels a bit relaxed. She lets some young girls braid flowers and cute little plastic spiders, giggling at how happy they seemed to be playing with an older girl and an ImPort no less.

The bonfire was peaceful, for again, as strange a tradition as this seemed to be, it was actually really fun! As the billow flames become just smoldering embers, Ochako is seated at a small table with some punch and a few s'mores, enjoying the gooey, drippy dessert with a placid smile on her face.

Finally, a day she can actually say she enjoyed here.]
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iv. Wildcard!

[Nothing here look appetizing? Let me know and we can plot something specific!]

Heropa

[tadeadshi]

Sorry, that's.. Probably going to happpen a lot here.

[He can see the wide eyed look of a new imPort. He waves and squeezes through the small group, offers to take a few selfies before kind of standing so Ochako isn't in view of the cameras now. He's a good shield, if one ignores all the burn scars.]

Heropa's been getting a little more popular these days, I think.

riptide / transformies idw

[knaval]

dog days

[here's a sight that hasn't existed for a while. riptide - a 32ft giant autobot - sitting crosslegged in the middle of the road in heropa, looking utterly bored and completely ignoring the traffic jam he's causing. this isn't his fault and there's too many dogs around him for him to move.]

Ugh... I think one of them just empited its tanks. Can someone get these off me? I'm done. I'm done now. [depite his size, riptide's voice isn't loud when he speaks. somehow it's just the same volume as someone speaking next to you would be. his blue armour glints in the sunlight, inner workings rumbling gently as he tries to stay still. he shifts, but very slightly. he doesn't want to hurt any of them. riptide grimaces at a few of the dogs returning to their owners, licking and barking happily.] This planet is still gross. How long was I gone? A hundred years? Two? Can't have been that long.

[something was... happening last time, right?]

Oh! Hey! Did the world ever end? I recall that being a problem.

no gravity no problems

[the 6'6" gangly adult that's wandering around downtown maurtia falls isn't who mister mars targets. he is, however, one of the people who reacts to what's going on. riptide pulls a futuristic looking gun and... is that a goddamn matrix of leadership??! riptide aims with the gun, using the matrix power to get a better shot, then... misses.

frustrated, he flings the religious artifact itself up at mister mars, bonking him on the head.]

I got it!

UGLY CRIES

[adamantlyardent]

[from afar, off-camera:] RIPTIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDE!

HDB | Disco Elysium

[tequilasunset]

I: The Pig Meets Dogs - Heropa

It's weird being wanted places.

Whenever Harry became involved with something, especially after the reincarnation, there were a number of responses that he'd gotten used to.

One - Strained relief. He's finally here to handle something unpleasant that needed to be done. A corpse attached to a tree. A lost something or another. The expectation being he handles the thing, and then has the good grace to leave after asking some questions. The incentive isn't that they enjoy his presence, it's that they want a bad stimulus gone and sorted out, and once that's done, he becomes unwelcome.

Two - Outright derision. He's a cop. A burnout cop who's best years were behind him. That's the easiest kind of cop to stand up to. He didn't blame these ones, he painted an enormous red fuck the police on the Mother of All Walls. It still hurts the morale a bit.

Three - Unexplained tension. That's the worst one. He doesn't know where the tension usually comes from. Did they do something wrong? Are they just tense because The Law is here and they want to keep their general health the way it is? Or did he really fuck up and not remember?

Neither of these were the case. Everyone has a dog, he's sitting on a bench, and they all smile at him, because he's wearing a cape and a big paper sticker on his Disco-Ass Blazer.

It read, "Hello! My Name Is TEQUILA SUNSET".

He couldn't look more conflicted if he tried.


II: Purple Smoke Over Mars - Maurtia Falls

The saddest supervillain that has ever existed, meet the sorriest superhero that ever existed. Who, was, at the Time Of The Crime, trying to figure out the radio signal to SadFM on a cheap box radio whenever he heard the expletives flying like a swarm of hornets.

Tequila Sunset looks up at the ridiculous scene with a ridiculous man wearing something that he would probably wear if he needed to feel the cosmos. His jaw went a little slack.

How do I get him down?

[Physical Instrument: The fuck do you mean how? Find something to throw up to that guy, and haul his namby-pamby ass down!]

[Suggestion: A man doesn't just one day decide to a life of cartoon villainy. This is someone who has no other outlet. Just talk to him. Let him know he's heard and understood, and he'll bring himself down.]

[Rhetoric: He still broke the law, and now he's stuck up there. It would probably be pretty easy to make him turn himself in if you convince him that he doesn't really have any other options.]

[Interfacing: Crane! Look at the arm of woven steel! You could probably get up there and stop his momentum with the struts!]

He pauses to look at the other hero that just showed up. "Uh. We gotta get him down. Want to help?"


III: Sunset Over Teakettle - Nonah

Harry was in that blissful state of not quite registering what happened. But he knew that he was planted onto the green grass in an undignified heap.

Voices?

[Volition: You were out for a casual walk in this affluent neighborhood.]

[Physical Instrument: A run. What do you take us for?]

[Volition: And you had stumbled upon this celebration.]

[Logic: Given the season, and the floral decorations that they insisted on, it is probably some sort of midsummer festival.]

[Encyclopedia: Which makes sense. A great many cultures have some sort of celebration to do with the summer solstice or some variety of celebration to ward the evil spirits away from the oncoming harvest.]

[Volition: You found a table giving out some sort of honey wine for free, and against my wishes,]

[Electrochemistry: And with mine, bratan. You feel that wonderful little feeling? The way your cheeks have that blissful numbness, the way that the world feels colorful and beautiful? That's the good shit talking. The good shit you need more of. Right this second.]

[Volition: Indulged. And you saw some sort of pole that everyone was doing a dance around,]

[Savoir Faire: It wasn't much of a dance. Just hopping around a pole, really.]

[Volition: You put your foot in a cleft in the ground, and you fell over.]

Oh.

He rolls over on his back. With a few heaving breaths forcing his dadgut up and down, reaches up. "Help. I have fallen, and cannot get up."

[Physical Instrument: Pitiful.]


IV: Some Kind Of Superstar - Jeopardy

On this day, an officer of the Revachol Citizen's Militia had happened upon the city of radioactive sin.

On this day, an officer had felt the music playing in his bones. The bonfire flit to and fro. The rumble deep inside his gut sent a signal into his spinal cord, which galvanized his limbs into idiotically rigid shapes.

On this day, right now, Harry was boogieing as hard as anyone has ever boogied, clad in emberlight, to the spectacle of a modest crowd.


V: Wild Card

((Talk to me in PM's! Let's get disco up in this thread!))

II

[killtime]

[ His present company is decidedly underwhelming. The woman now standing beside him seems, in a word, unimpressed with the whole affair. The dwindling cigarette that hangs limply from her lips is an apt visual metaphor for her motivation (or lack thereof) to stop this shirtless purse-snatcher. If not for the burden of duty, she'd probably be happy to turn around and let the Earth's atmosphere have its way with the man — but the distinct police officer's uniform she wears means it's her job to do something about this, even if she isn't paid nearly enough to bother.

She squints upward for a long moment. Then, finally, with a disgruntled exhale, she flicks that sad cigarette to the asphalt and grounds it out under her boot. Reaching into her pockets, she wordlessly digs out a few items — a lighter, a crumpled pack of smokes, and a flask — the last of which still has something questionable and potent sloshing around in it. These things she unceremoniously piles into Harry's hands. ]

Hold these. Stay here.

[ With that, Officer What's-Her-Face turns and heads into the adjacent building. It's several long minutes before she appears again, a dark silhouette on one of the upper floors, now climbing out the window to stand on a very precarious ledge. Her and Mister Mars make eye contact for a split second as he starts to float by. Then there's a scream. A high pitched scream that normally has no right coming from a man beyond puberty and is only forgivable under these circumstances, seeing as lady cop had apparently decided to lunge at him from the open window. Their combined weight seems to tip the balance in gravity's favor, putting them both into a free fall towards an increasingly inevitable impact.

Who knows if it's intent or luck that she breaks their fall. With her body. And a sickening crunch as she smashes into a parked car a few feet from where she'd left Harry, splintering the windshield and setting the shrill alarm off. Mister Mars has, somewhere between being airborne and not, decided to pass out. And maybe wet himself. She seems unconcerned with that. Probably because most of the bones in her body are broken. Also? She might be dead.

She must be dead. And yet.

The puddle of gore lifts one shattered arm towards Harry. Even through a gurgle of blood, she manages to sound deadpan as she holds her hand out expectantly: ]

Cigarette.

Doreen Green / Squirrel Girl | Marvel comics

[eatsnutsandkicksbutts]

Heropa

Ohmygosh.

[ Squirrel Girl is in doggie heaven. She's holding a wiggly corgi in her arms, giving him a huge, buck-toothed grin as his owner snaps a few photos. There's a sizable crowd gathering around her, but she hardly even notices them, because this little tater-tot of a dog is her entire world right now. ]

Ok, ok, I know that you can sometimes get new powers here... if one of those powers was the ability to talk to dogs, you'd tell me, wouldn't you buddy? You would, because you're a good boy, yes you are!

[ The dog licks her nose in reply. ]

... That wasn't a yes, but I'll take it!


Nonah

[ This is nice, isn't it? SG has never been to one of these festivals before, but everyone here is so friendly, and hey, she's already been given a flower crown! Granted, it doesn't fit her properly, but it was a sweet gesture all the same, and nobody seems to mind that it's resting on her lap instead of her head.

She's sitting on a picnic blanket, braiding some flowers into her enormous, fluffy squirrel tail when she notices you - someone with a head that may actually fit the crown! ]

Hey there! Wanna trade?


Maurtia Falls

[ Oh... ohboy. This guy must be new at the whole supervillainy thing, huh? Squirrel Girl doesn't know whether to feel sorry for him or what (though she's leaning towards it, because man this is just sad to watch), but either way, this guy needs some help before he floats off into the clouds and gets decked by an airplane or a passing goose.

She steps back, cracks her knuckles, and takes off after him, scaling a tree, leaping onto a telephone pole, and then jumping onto a fire escape stairway and running like hell. This is gonna take a while! ]

Nonah

[zenryokubatankyu]

[This place is great. Apparently, Osomatsu turned up here in the middle of a festival - and the party just keeps on going. Of course, the day-drinking is his favorite part, but all of the other stuff ain't bad, too. The flowers are kinda cute, and he's a sucker for cute stuff, and the basket of strawberries he got ain't half bad, either. He's walking by, popping one into his mouth from said basket before he hears a feminine voice, and he glances over while chewing and swallowing.

Though when he looks at the girl, he blinks a bit in surprise. Is that...a squirrel tail? Well. She's still cute, if a bit surprising. And she's asking if he wants to trade...

Ah. He gestures up with his wrist, where he'd gotten a flower bracelet earlier.]

Trade...my bracelet for your crown?

[To be fair, the bracelet is full of yellow flowers and red flowers, and that crown has red and blue flowers, but more red. Red is his color, anyway. He slips the bracelet gently off his wrist.]

If that's the case, ya drive a hard bargain, miss, but I'm down. Deal!

[bag_has_snapped]

A) Heropa

[Dogs. Just dogs as far as the eye can see! So many kinds of breeds, shapes, sizes, the works! And the people... oh, god, the people. Tsubomi had suited up as Cure Blossom just to see what was going on and now she's being swarmed by people who want her to have a dog or just fawn over her.]

H-Help... meeeee...

[She can't take all of this. Her introvertedness is getting overloaded here. There's too much energy and she can't handle it all. She's ready to snap and shout in frustration. Someone please save her and give her a breather.]

B)De Chima

[That... that doesn't look right at all. Tsubomi watches in surprise as the robot harasses more and more passersby with increasingly difficult questions.]

H-Hey! Leave them alone! You're being a bother!

[The robot turned to Tsubomi and ran to her]

NAME THE TEN LONGEST GROWING VINES! HOW MANY RIVERS ARE IN THE WORLD! ANSWER!

That's too hard for anyone to answer! You need to be shut down so you can be fixed!

[There's no way she can do it on her own, but as she goes for her Heart Perfume device, the machine grabs at her arm, trying to pull it into itself]

NO... CHEATING!

H-Hey! Leggo!

[Give her a hand?]

C) Nonah

[The festival seemed really innocent enough - the people seemed friendly, the various flowers around brought out the botanist in her once more and she couldn't help but get caught up in the frog dance going on.

But as the day goes on, she feels... odd. Things keep looking taller. It isn't until she notices someone who was usually just a smidgen taller be much taller than her that she freaks out]

I-I-I'm shrinking?!

[The other partygoers seem unresponsive, especially as Tsubomi quickly clings to her clothes, feeling looser than normal.]

Something's not right here! Wh-what's going on?!

D)Wildcard

(OoC: I'm open for anything here! Toss me a PM her or hit me up at AshBlaze

A

[zenryokubatankyu]

[Lots of dogs today. Too many dogs. Ridiculous amount of dogs. And as much as he likes dogs (and he likes them just fine, not as much as Jyushimatsu, but...y'know, just fine), this is a bit overwhelming. He can handle it, but not everyone can -- speaking of.

There's a little girl in a cutesy dress being harassed by a bunch of dogs. Poor thing looks like a tiny cosplayer from some kind of anime Choromatsu would probably know about, and she looks like she's about to melt into the pavement. Okay. No one's helping her. That means he's gotta step in.]

'scuse me. Pardon me! One side! Imouto~! This where you got off to? Tch, you gotta quit running away from niichan like this...

[He looks down at her, his brow seemingly creased with worry, before he winks, a sign to tell her to 'play along.' He then looks up at the crowd.]

Sorry, folks. Could ya give us a little room? We've gotta get home now, and the crowd ain't helpin'.

[Sure enough, a few spread apart, and he takes the little girl's hand, starting to lead her out of the overwhelming circle.]

Thank you~

[He glances down at the little girl, letting go of her hand once they're a reasonable distance away.]

Phew. You okay, kid?

Aang | Avatar: The Last Airbender

[airstyle]

heropa.

[ While Aang's more than accustom to adoring fans, and learnt quite a while back how to handle them with trademark monk-ish grace and humility, this... is a little different. In the past, they generally hadn't thrust their exotic pets in his face and demanded whatever-the-heck a "photo" is, hands clutching small metal rectangles. And not a single soul seems to actually know who he is— they're not fans of the Avatar, apparently, but fans of all travelers from different worlds. And he sticks out in this one like a sore blue-arrow'd thumb.

He's never felt so wildly popular and totally anonymous all at once.

But this isn't Aang's first strange-new-world rodeo. And he quickly gets the hang of smiling at the cameras, whatever they are, as he's piled on by enthusiastic pups. Because this is kind of great, actually? It's easy to get swept up in the spirit of the competition, hamming it up for a small crowd of on-lookers by airbending tennis balls around the park, to many a dog's delight.

Watch out if you're passing by, though, so you don't get hit by one such floating ball. ]

de chima.

[ Okay, yeah, so while most kids might've been learning basic arithmetic, Aang was busy learning how to, you know, fly.

His lack of formal, modern schooling has never held him back... until now. Because he's been literally backed into a corner by a horrifying machine screaming, "THE LENGTH OF THE HYPOTENUSE OF A THIRTY SIXTY NINTY TRIANGLE IS TWELVE. FIND THE PERIMETER." as sparks fly off its metal body.

Aang clutches his staff in front of himself defensively. ]

Please, stop!

I don't know what that means! M-maybe someone else can help you find it!

nonah.

[ After having his fill of strawberries and strawberry-gummies, Aang's ready to work off the excess sugar with a delightful dance party. While it seems that many worlds lack bending (an unthinkable prospect just a few days ago), he thinks humans of all worlds must have dancing, and he'll gladly master them all. He sings and hops along on unnaturally light feet without a lick of self-consciousness, gently inviting shy onlookers to join in.

At least until he notices that his hands are beginning to look a little green and... webbed.

He comes to a stop, tilting his head in wonder at his new hue. ]

Wow. I'm way better at frog dancing than I thought.

wildcard.

[ ooc: I'm open! Hit me up via PM if you've got another idea. ]

de chima

[genuinewrestleboy]

[ Caspar's got the day off and decided to spend some time in De Chima, a city that seems nice enough, if a bit boring for his taste. When he spots Aang cornered by some robot, he's simultaneously thrown into must protect this kid mode and pleased that finally something is happening.

Caspar, however, is not an expert on robots. His definition of helping is by pulling out a battle axe and taking a running leap to smack the robot with it. ]

Hyeahhhhhhh!

[ His strike is enough to damage the robot but instead it seems to have made it glitch even more. "WHAT IS THE PERIMETER OF THE HISTORY OF GRAMMAR OF THE COSIGN OF THE - THE - THE - THE ERROR, ERROR, ERROR" ]

Uh. Okay.

Lord Drakkon | Power Rangers (BOOM! Studios)

[shatters_grids]

De Chima

Feh. An out of control robot. How original.

[Drakkon watched as the Quizbot went on it’s rampage, bothering others with its incessant questioning. However, once it gets to Drakkon, the man sneers under his helmet.]

Get away from me or I’ll smash you like the rubbish you are.

[The machine refuses and demands answers... only for Drakkon to punch inside the robot and rip out most of its insides, taking the prizes as well. He can hear the scientists complaining.]

Pay you back?! I should be making you do that for me with that waste of time!

Maurita Falls

[This was embarrassing. The screaming and cursing woman and the so-called supervillain who couldn’t even get out of the air after stealing a purse. A purse! This was a villain?! This is why Drakkon grabbed poor Mister Mars out of the sky and had both him and the woman by their necks.]

This ineptitude is repulsive. It’s a mockery of everything we have. You think this is rough? Then wait until I tear this entire town down! Then you’ll be grateful of what we imPorts can do!

[He lifts Mister Mars higher.]

But, how about a small demonstration?

[If Drakkon isn’t stopped, he’s going to break that man’s neck!]

Wildcard A

[Drakkon got careless and now he’s confronted by a hero. But, he doesn’t seem scared at all.]

Heh. Here to “put me away”? “Punish the villain”? What makes you think it’s me? What if I told you the real villain was you, hm? Someone under the beck and call of this world and yet, nothing you really do leads to your goal...

[He has something in mind. Wanna shut him up or find out?]

Wildcard B

(OoC: Hit me up with your own ideas!)

Excellent decisions being made in Maurtia Falls today

[wallcrawler]

[Yeeeeeah, so like with most of his own bad guys, Pete's gone ahead and decided the best way to deal with this obviously crazy person endangering public safety was to redirect that anger to himself. Largely by just pissing the guy off, because Peter's plans are typically Not Great.

Usually effective though, which is why he takes a potshot at this guy's face with a little bit of webbing as he swings onto the scene. Bad guys love getting momentarily blinded by webbing, why would this one be any different?]

Hey, Mighty Mullet! Gonna have to ask you to not do that. Cause then I'd have to trounce you and ruin those pretty pajamas of yours.

Plus, I'll make sure to make you look extra goofy when I web up your sorry butt.

lan sizhui | the untamed

[deferences]

heropa;

[dogs are absolutely nothing new to sizhui; he's seen many, but the overly large great dane that's eyeing him right now is not a breed he's familiar with. it has to be at least three times the size of jin ling's dog, fairy, and she's the only dog he's seen around more than a handful of times, considering pets are forbidden in the gusu lan sect.

he holds steady nevertheless, stance unwavering, though not intimidating seeing as he's well-aware that won't help the situation any. someone nearby is yelling (is this their dog? he doesn't know—) and the dog's attention gets momentarily diverted, which allows him to take the faintest step backward before its head whips in his direction again. both hands lift defensively, sizhui's movements cease and he holds his breath, too-wide eyes focused on the canine, heart hammering quicksilver-fast. please, don't let it decide to attack him or something as equally unfortunate.]

Good boy... ah, girl? [oh no, he doesn't know! but the dog perks up regardless, ears lifting, body language far more curious, more intent with its steps toward him now. good thing he's already prepared because as it runs at him, his stance braces better and then it lunges.

the undignified squeak sizhui lets out is quite embarrassing, although he fortunately won't have to address it right away, given the fact he's being tackled to the ground by this great dane.] My goodness! [is what he can get out before he has to shut his mouth because oh boy, here comes the licking all over his face and neck and wherever the dog can reach. an arm carefully finds its way between them, but he isn't forceful, just puts the faintest amount of pressure to push back enough and call out:]

Someone, h-help! [laughing afterward won't help matters any, yet sizhui can't resist; he's not hurt or afraid or worried about the possible paw-prints, simply wants whoever to come collect their furry friend. this is a sweet dog, a very good one, which is why he also can't stop the opposite hand from coming up to scratch underneath the animal's chin when he gets the chance.]



de chima;

[whatever few nearby people do happen to invade his personal space with their bizarre technological devices are already more than enough. sizhui's never experienced anything like it; outrageously bright lights that leave little spots flickering in his vision and strangers who think it's alright to touch him. when it's just a couple, that's one thing, but it eventually starts getting somewhat overwhelming as more and more individuals appear.

it's whenever someone's hand comes far too close to the band around his forehead that the junior disciple reacts defensively, instinctively raises an arm to block the offending limb, his eyes narrowed. a harsher reaction than he ever would've liked, though it makes some of them give pause and he takes his chance:] Excuse me, [then sizhui extricates himself from the group, pushing past those who outright refuse. how unfortunate, some aren't easily deterred or (for some reason?) think they need that perfect picture so bad, they can overstep someone's boundaries.

which alright, fine, he's handled worse— like monsters for instance! losing a group of people shouldn't be too difficult and especially when he's got cultivator powers on his side.

some leaps and a bit of bounding, winding in-between buildings, it doesn't take much to lose them. he doesn't look back either for fear of realizing he hadn't actually gotten away. however, his attention is briefly distracted, long enough that when he finally turns back around— he runs right smack dab into someone else, stumbles backward a couple paces, yet somehow manages staying upright (because falling would've been graceless, obviously).]

I'm sorry, [comes the instant apology then without missing a beat, he circles his arms around and bends forward into a deep bow or – if whoever he bumped does fall – he immediately offers a hand to help them up instead.]



nonah;

[there's unquestionably a clear distraction when it comes to sizhui and all the colorful flower wreaths he's watching. after one of the natives gives him one with a long red ribbon attached, he wastes no time setting it atop his head, using both hands to tie a neat little bow beneath his topknot and drape the loose ends over his shoulders so they hang loose against his chest. had he not done that, his crown would've definitely fallen around his neck, but hey, it's not silly if it works, right?

and he puts the utmost care into making certain nothing happens to his gift, always reaching to touch the flowers or looking down for the twin strips of fabric, stark contrasts against the white of his robes. even while he's gathering strawberries, some of which he can't help indulging, whether they're the legitimate fruit or the gummy candy kind.

the candies aren't bad, he just prefers the real thing, so it'd be no surprise to catch him trying to pawn the chewy treats off on someone else, you included!] Would you like some of... these? I, ah, am not sure what they're called.



wildcard;

[ooc: none of these tickle your fancy? hit me with something of your own!]

De chima

[blackwaterchild]

[Flashing lights and pushy paparazzi and interviewers is nothing new. Miu handles it all like the natural she is up until she decides Fuck this and pulls the ol, ‘look over there!’ Trick to hastily make an escape.

It’s so stupid that it works, but she feels a bit pleased with herself nonetheless, clapping her hands together smugly to brush imaginary dirt off of them.] Stupid. [She rolls her eyes, rounds a corner to duck down an alley for a quick shortcut—and immediately gets slammed into by someone else.

Her hand scrapes against the wall with a yelp as she scrambles to keep herself up right, but no. Down she goes.] Hey! [She snaps, pained, and glowers up at him—up until she realizes she recognizes him.

Well, clearly he doesn’t recognize her—there’s no look in his eye or posture that seems to suggest it—but she’s not sure what to do about that for a moment. With a soft ‘ah,’ she takes the offered hand and pulls herself up. Comparatively speaking, she’s much tinier at only 155cm, so it’s no wonder he could’ve sent her tumbling without much thought. And despite the fact her outfit was definitely not Lan-style...There’s a distinct Lan headband around her forehead. Specifically, a clan one rather than just a sect one.]

I’m fine, I’m fine! Jeez. What’s the big idea anyhow? Pay more attention to where you’re going!

Tony Stark | MCU

[vanity_fair]

»» Heropa

( Here Tony thought he'd go under the radar a bit while he got his bearings. Y'know, test the waters of this version of Earth before really making his presence known to a wider audience than the suits at Cape Canaveral. Tony can't say the Cold War wasn't something he didn't have a vested interest in when he was younger- war, even the ever-present threat of it was profitable to Stark Industries, and Howard had absolutely taken advantage to further the company as the juggernaut of weapons technology. Had the Soviet bloc not collapsed, he imagines, how far would their reach have extended? How different would his own history have been?

The thought makes him oddly uneasy.

But hey, silver linings to the low key fridge horror of his situation: there's still Starbucks here in Cold War: 2010's Superhero Edition, so he's gonna shelve the Deep Thoughts and delve right into an enormous cold brew. Like, as big as his head, sure to fuel him through tomorrow since he's had no sleep, #JustIronManThings, etc.

As it turns out, the citizenry here are more eagle-eyed than expected, and though the glow of the rt goes hidden by Tony's shirt, a tall Becky with a balayage and an armload of dachshund notices him outside the coffee shop- and the tattoo he's sporting. She eyes him up, he pretends not to notice her- as is custom for his general existence in non-calamitous situations these days -and as she leans to whisper to her clustered group of bestie buds, he might. just. be speeding away at a quicker clip. )

"Are you a superhero?"

( Haha, shit. )

That's what they tell me, ( he turns to smoothly tell her, pulling his sunglasses down his nose to several giggles of delight. Alright, Game Face is on. )

"Can I get a selfie?"

( And that's how he gets swept up in the sudden smother of locals and their pooches. He holds Loki, the aforementioned dachshund, forces a tight grin with a man-bunned dude and his enormous pittie, Bear, even gets a truculent cat or two thrust at him, and enough snaps to fill enough influencers' 'grams for the next several weeks. What's his powers? How long has he been in Heropa? What does he think of [Recent Event he has no idea of and no context for]? Can he kiss this adorable puppy too?

He meets the eye of another ImPort across the mess of excited people, expression tight.

The message is clear: Help. )


»» De Chima

( De Chima's where it's at as far as he's concerned, making a mental note to get his foot in the door somewhere around here. He might actually have to write a resume and get interviewed, what a novelty.

This time, he's not in need of rescue by any means, and opts instead to fill the role of rescuer in a pinch. Are you at the mercy of Quincy the Quizbot? Then expect to see Tony stride right up behind it, and cheerfully jam a flathead screwdriver between one of Quincy's back panels. Like it's any other day, really. )

Oh, hey.

( Briefly, the out of control robot doesn't even notice, though it does try to press forward, arms flailing, its questioning, synthesized tone growing to a mad fever pitch. Panel open, Quincy's inner workings are exposed, and Tony lays a hand on his dome to fish inside with the other. )

Ugh, is that a vacuum tube? No wonder you're- ( a grunt, as he dislodges Quincy's power supply, and the robot begins to droop, ) -pissed.


»» Maurita Falls

( Mark 4 purrs like a kitten as Tony jets across the cloudless sky, feeling out this JARVIS-less test run. Not his favorite way to fly, but doable- the neural link is doing its thing without the added color commentary. Arc power levels are stellar, repulsors are firing on cue, he's in the best mood he's had since he arrived here, 'sall good.

Aaaaand then he spots. Well, that.

A floating, stupidly-dressed chump with a lamé cape and Grandma's Vera Bradley? And... oh yes, his sensors pick up the old lady on the pavement below, the flashing red and blue lights of an incoming cop. Oh, he's gonna hazard a guess as to what happened here, and won't be surprised when he's right. )

You know, that purse really clashes with your tights.

( Mister Mars attempts to run, and Tony won't even bother to quell a bark of gust-busting laughter at those skinny legs pumping fruitlessly in midair. Easily, he zips in and snags him by the back of his leggings, much like scruffing a cat, and descends with him. )

C'mon, Wile E. Coyote, you've got a date with a handsome LEO.


»» Nonah - assumed cr

( Decorated very cutely in a crown of tiger lilies, he's at a loose end right now, pleasantly soused and reclining like a lazy king in the shade, to nibble strawberries and watch the ongoing festivities. Maybe he's gathered a new friend or two from other places in the meantime, and offers to top off their wine glass from a cold bottle. )

What's your day to day like here? You really bought into this whole...super team, super- "USA, rah rah rah" business?


»» - Wildcard

( Not feeling what's here so far? PM me or hit me up at backagain and let's hash something out. Replies might also come from irondad since I'm still sorting out icons aaaaand really unsure of Tony's canonpoint. Right now, he's fresh from IM2 and the drop over the StarkExpo! )

Heropa

[fisitron_declassified]

It's a stocky bespectacled man in a blue baseball cap and surgical mask who catches Tony's eye. Seeing his discomfort (Ironfist can certainly sympathize) he flashes the slightly panicking import a thumbs up and suddenly he's a giant robot standing in the middle of the street. It certainly gets the crowd's attention. At least one person in the crowd manages a startled "Hey, it's Wrecker!"

"Greetings, citizens!" He gives a little wave. "Sorry about this but I need to borrow my comrade over there. Important hero business to attend to. Uh..." He momentarily seems at a loss for words. "Justice...never sleeps?" He gives Tony another thumbs up. He's helping

Tsuyu Asui || My Hero Academia

[treefrogs]

[Mister Mars fails.]

[Congratulation world, you managed to confuse one frog girl, and for once, she didn't expect this. Thankfully she kept herself calm, didn't panic, asked questions to some locals, and ribbit away.

A couple of days passed and some questions left unanswered. Although, she was told about Maurtia Falls and the project to clean up the city, yet she had a bad feeling about this. When she arrived there... it was no where clean. Thugs were almost at every corner, and didn't try to hide. Though a lot of them, didn't seem so much of a threat.

Then Mister Mars made his flashy appearance when he snatched the old lady's purse. Tsu didn't move, only watched as he tried to make his grand escape which meant... he also needed saving. Tsu tapped her chin lightly at this development.]

Better help him down first before he reaches Mars.

[Straight face, and it was meant to be a joke. A poor joke.]

[Frog dance N. Carolina!]

[Upon arrival, Tsu was blessed with a wreath large enough to rest on her shoulders, which mean she wore it like a scarf, large eyes visible enough and her lips hidden. She didn't mind the sudden gift just... she had the feeling not to take it off...

A) Her first adventure here began in the strawberry patch. Fresh strawberries, and it wasn't a bad idea. BUT... if there was a certain strawberry that screamed out Tsu's name, she'd snatch it first, with her tongue. The strawberry which was once there, now plucked by a long tongue which retracted back to this girl with a large wreath hiding some of her face.]

Sorry, it looked too good to pass.

[Suitable excuse, okay.]

B) [Should have trusted her guy feeling, but it was too late. Sometime during the frog dance, Tsu was nowhere to be found. If anyone recognized her large wreath, it was on ground, and no Tsu. Where could she had gone?]

[onederfulhero]

[All Might is shocked when a long tongue grabs the strawberry he's reaching for- but his shock melts into a giant smile when he realizes who it must be, and a gaze confirms it.]

Apologies are not necessary, Froppy! Sometimes one cannot help oneself in the presence of good food.

Lucy Montgomery | Bungo Stray Dogs

[depthsofdespair]

(a) The city of Heropa

[Lucy is a girl who refuses to be happy. She refuses to find any delight in the numerous dogs that crowd the city streets, which means refusing any photographs for owners or pets for dogs. She is stubborn in her refusal to find any joy in this world. Not win her friends are potentially suffering back home.

She buys a tea latte, sits on a bench (square in the center, so no one can easily share it with her,) and glares at every dog... Until one of them jumps up for attention and knocks the entire latte on her lap. Lucy shrieks and stands, desperately brushing hot tea and milk from her dress.]

NOW you've done it! [She yells after the dog and its apologetic owner.] Ugh... Not my dress. This whole world sucks.

[This is what it takes for Lucy to curse the world, apparently.]

(b) Nonah, North Carolina

[The festivities are delightful and have Lucy in a very good mood. She happily accepts a flower wreath and finds that it fits snugly on her head. With the ribbons trailing from the back, Lucy performs a little spin. Eyes closed, she can imagine herself as perhaps a fairy or a princess-- Given a flower crown by someone who loves her, maybe, and who would tell her she's more beautiful than all of the flowers combined!

But her happy twirl comes to an abrupt stop. Reality crashes hard and buries her fantasy. With messy red braids and braces across her dull skin, no one is about to call Lucy 'beautiful.' Especially not the person she imagined saying it.

She glares daggers, having noticed someone was close enough to see her twirling;]

What are you looking at, huh? Forget you saw anything!

Tohru Honda | Fruits Basket

[theonigiri]

(a) The city of Heropa

[Tohru has been lost in a daze. The idea of another world is overwhelming enough, but to be lost in another world full of superheros? And then being told that she could potentially become one herself? It has melted her brain. Tohru never imagined such a future for herself...!

She is so mentally wound up that the increased presence of dogs is almost missed. Tohru stops on the sidewalk and hums a stressed note.]

Is this really okay? I'm even good at math... How would I tell the red wire from the green one in those scary bomb scenes? [How are those thoughts connected?

But her humming is its own problem: Because in Heropa, Tohru attracts animals through her weird anime girl noises. Suddenly, Tohru is being surrounded by every dog that could hear her humming. She yelps in surprise as they begin jumping around her, fighting for her attention.]

Aahh~! Um! Um um! I'm sorryyy I didn't mean toooo-- Uhh! [Every weird noise she makes only attracts more dogs. She's going to need some help.]

(b) Jeopardy, Nevada

[Not realizing there were two celebrations happening, Tohru has somehow ended up at the Spider Church. She spent most of the day and early evening admiring the cute spider-themed treats and generally finding the good in everything; Perhaps not brave enough to eat bugs, but passing no judgment! It's nice to celebrate spiders. They work so hard and she's grateful for how they keep the Sohma house bug free!

But as the festivities come to a close, she finds herself watching the burning of decorations. It's strangely calming, and yet... It's also lonely. She spent the entire day by herself. Tohru feels the weight of melancholy sink in as she remembers another burning, for her mother...

She blinks, sharply cutting that thought like a ribbon.]

It's kind of pretty, isn't it? [Tohru smiles at a person standing nearby,] I hope that the spiders felt really loved today! I've gotta get ready to work SPIDER-HARD tomorrow, too!

Oh no, poor Tohru! XD Innundated by dogs! (Heropa!)

[gusumouthcannon]

[Here comes Jingyi, to the rescue! Sort of. Mostly. He is trying, at least.]

Hey, hey! Down! Sit! Scram!

[Whether or not it is particularly effective remains to be seen, since mostly what he is doing is waving his arms and shouting enough to qualify as a one-man ruckus. He is also wading into the midst of the dogs and pulling them away when they try and jump.]

Hey, are you all righ--no jumping!! I said no jumping!

[This time with his hand through the collar of an especially massive dog, he tries to address Tohru again. He gives her a bright smile.]

Let us try and get out of the middle of these...?

Oliver Queen | DC's Injustice: Gods Among Us Comics

[byeprettybird]

Heropa

Well, he'd been here for a couple days. Figured settle at home was as good as he was going to get, and now he'd go and figure out a daily routine. That daily routine would include going for a nice jog around town, get some coffee, see what was up, and apparently get briefly mobbed by a group of people with their dogs. A great dane of which was definitely seeming keen on sniffing his entire face, nose pressed against it.

It got a surprised yelp and laugh out of the man as he pet the dog, of course. "You're a big boy, aren't you?" He grinned, scratching behind the big guys ears, managing to get his mouth closed just in time for some kisses over his face "And a kisser, too! Man I'm getting spoiled" He chuckled.

He'd give all the other dogs in the area some equal attention, of course. Hey, he was a good guy! He wouldn't ignore the dogs and people who wanted pictures! That was just rude. After a while, though, he knew it would be time to at least try to escape to continue on with his travels. "Hey, I'm really sorry, guys, but I should get going. My stomach's crying at me for not having enough in it." He tried to use that as an excuse, at least. Maybe someone can help him out a bit more.

Jeopardy

Jeopardy was certainly an interesting place. And had him exploring it. He could be found walking, carefully, as he read the booklet handed to him by the church goers. Or, perhaps, you catch him looking over the food options. Getting himself some decorated treats for himself. Perhaps someone could talk him into trying some of the more adventurous foods, but for right now he was more than content with spooky scary normal ones.

Though at night, he's definitely watching the burning going on. Not entirely sure why they don't keep it for the next year but just went with it. Grabbing a couple s'mores and a drink.

[kraythero]

"Hey there friend!" Anakin called up the man cheerily. Did he know him? No. Was he a friend? No. Did Anakin recognize someone trying to get loose of the crowd? Yes, very much so. He made a subtle motion with his hands, calming the dogs and encouraging them to be disinterested in them both. "I thought we were going to meet down the way?" Take the bait stranger.

booker / the old guard

[trajeudi]

Area Man Nostalgic For Time When Ads Targeting Him Not As Sad

Oh...! [booker's just been processed and spat out of the heropa porter building, still hungover and blinking in the harsh daylight. this isn't the first time he's ended up somewhere he doesn't recognise, and doubtless won't be the last. his mind is focused entirely on how to deal with this bullshit until someone dumps a dog into his arms. it's a wiggly little terrier that barks and yaps at him, licking all over his face. booker does not drop it.] Take this back, please.

[he gets no answer as the woman moves on to find someone else to accost, sighs, then crouches to put the dog back on the ground to try and return it to its owner. the little terrier instead jumps up at his legs and barks again, tail wagging a mile a minute.

booker look around to make sure there's no-one focused on him - he's lucky for now, people are too busy with the dogs everywhere to bother with one skinny frenchman - and crouches, patting the dog on the head a few times.]

Five or Six Dudes Jump Out of Nowhere and Just Start Whaling on This One Guy cw gore

[despite the fact booker had a file with his real name, age and place of birth shoved into his hands when he'd first arrived, he still does what he can to stay unnoticed. you don't have to be good with technology to realise that this country keeps tabs on its visitors to a degree none of them had ever encountered. an unhinged degree. booker can't help but suppose it was inevitable when they'd lived far enough into the future, but having to face the problem now is... unpleasant, to say the least.

he's had decades of experience keeping his head down, but every now and then, someone recognises him. one of the more rabid import fans.

booker takes to the back streets to avoid any identification, tries to work out what the fuck to do now, how to get back to paris when he has about twenty dollars to his name, then takes a wrong turn and ends up the unlucky recipient of a couple of poorly timed shotgun blasts from retreating criminals. don't even know what they were running from. don't even care.]

Shit, [he groans, sliding to the ground, needing a moment to heal from the wounds before he can move off again. hopefully no imports or cops happen by the back alley. if they do, they'll see him leaning against a dumpster and smoking, using it to hide the fact one of his legs is blown to pieces and his guts are hanging out. average stuff.]

[ct_7567]

[ For once, Rex isn't in uniform. But that doesn't mean he doesn't come running when he hears the sound of gunfire, blaster held aloft. If Booker is paying attention, he'll see Rex's blaster poke around the corner before Rex himself does, slowly lowering it when he sees there's nobody here but somebody who's clearly in bad shape. He jogs closer, blaster pointed at the ground, but held in the way of someone who won't hesitate to shoot a wounded man if he still poses a threat. In the dim light of the evening, it's difficult to see a huge amount of Booker beyond where the ember of the lit cigarette illuminates his face, and if he were more thoughtful, he may consider how familiar it is to see someone busy themselves with a smoke when they ought to be concerned about dying.

Because isn't, he sucks in a breath between his teeth when he sees that mangled stump of a leg, his guts half falling out. ]

Little gods. What the hell happened to you?

[ Rex crouches beside him in a moment, already removing his jacket to tie around that bloody stump of a leg. This man is almost certainly going to die without medical attention - Rex has seen injuries like this before, and they don't last long - but you've always got to try. He balances his communicator between his shoulder and his ear as he approaches, seemingly intent to immediately get to work. ]

Spit out that cigarette. I'll call an ambulance. See if we can't stop some of the bleeding before they come.