play nice

[maskormods]

TEST DRIVE MEME

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 anyone's thread, either!

And remember to have fun!

01. Your memory is hazy and you might feel increasingly frustrated or anxious, or maybe you're excited as soldiers march past, barely glimpsing you. One second you're somewhere underground, the next you're enveloped in blue light, and suddenly you find yourself directly under Flordia sun's bright and burning glare. A female soldier steps toward you with a wide smile on her face and directs you to a car, ready to debrief you. You realize you are not the only one, surrounded by equally confused or eager faces... and you're all sporting a digital tattoo on your wrist.

02. Welcome to Cape Canaveral, where the smell of the ocean is in the air and locals are more than pleased to see new imPorts roaming their streets. They wave, they cheer, they ask for pictures as politely as they can. The more inhuman you look, or if you're wearing a costume, the more likely locals are to approach. Hey, enjoy the moment! The popular malt shop is offering you a free drink if you need it.

03. The technology in this world is certainly something. The cars are clearly modeled after popular 50s cars, but they hover several feet above the ground as they drive down the street. There are digital jukeboxes in restaurants, motorcycles also hover through traffic, advertisements can be seen on a digital projector on the taller buildings. Even kids on skateboards appear to drift a safe ten feet off the ground while playing!

04. Wherever you are, you can hear the loud revving of an engine, distance at first before you finally see it: a hovercar bursting around the corner, going beyond the maximum speed limit and just barely making its sharp turn. It doesn't appear to be slowing down any time soon, not with two police cars trailing it... and uh oh. Those skateboarding kids don't have much time to get out of the way as the car comes speeding down the road. You've been brought here for a reason Hero — so you better act fast.

Comments

tom tresser (nemesis), dc comics (preboot)

[manazon]

it's mission time.

Yee-haw. [it's not the yee-est of haws, not by a longshot. Tom – Michael, actually – yawns, waving off another passer-by who's asked him the same damn thing everyone else has. ready? excited? prepared?

yes, not really, probably. maybe.

who looked at his wonky, pan-dimensional physical and interview and thought "hey, make this guy a camp counselor and send him off with a bunch of kids in the wilderness for a week"? did he look that desperate to be miserable?


polo, khaki shorts, sunglasses, a bag of junk for all those ridiculous what-ifs that wind up becoming definitely-sos when kids and the outdoors are involved. he opted against the tennis visor; there's only so much a man can take.

again: yeehaw.

bring on the campers and counselors. it's just going to be a peachy day.]

[crab]

[ You're too wound-up, Karkat's higher-ups had told him. You're working too hard -- weren't they supposed to appreciate that? Give him a fucking raise if you want him to work less, he'd said, and apparently they'd misheard "give me a raise" as "I want to grubsit a bunch of human wigglers in the middle of the wilderness for a week, because the last time I went camping turned out so well and I'd like to experience it again as soon as possible".

How this was supposed to be lowering Karkat's stress levels, he doesn't know. He, at least, isn't bothering with the situationally appropriate attire; it's the same monochrome deal as always, although he's pretty much permanently ditched the cancer symbol. Indeed, to anyone unaware of the existence of his sylladex, he might seem woefully unprepared. Not even a box of bandaids, for the inevitable scraped everything that came from kids not listening when you tell them fifteen fucking times not to climb that tree, or that rock.

He can already feel the beginnings of a headache behind his eyes-- most of the other counselors are at least passingly familiar to him, either from work or from the previous camping trip, but there is one he hasn't seen before, and the sound of that decidedly unenthusiastic yeehaw resonates with Karkat's own attitude regarding the whole regrettable endeavor. Karkat stands out, too, being the only alien in the group. ]

I, for one, am thrilled at the prospect of baking like a fresh, hot grubloaf underneath the unforgiving sun while trying and failing to keep a herd of unruly human wigglers from injuring themselves and/or each other for at least one week. I can't imagine a more relaxing, fulfilling vacation.

harlock, space pirate captain harlock: endless odyssey

[sansfear]

o3.

Once upon a time, there was a guy with a funny-looking birthmark on his face who wound up in a strange universe for stranger reasons. He had a thing for wearing a lot of skull and crossbones on everything, drinking a lot, and occasionally taking what wasn't his mostly because he had an interest in it at the time (he did return the boat and the car).

Months ago, that guy disappeared without little to-do, and little was lost in the grand scheme of weird comings and goings in this world. And so the world span on. The end.


Now upon this time, a guy with a funny-looking birthmark on his face had wound up in a strange universe for the same strange reasons. Just like the other guy, skulls seemed to be the theme, but this time it looked like he was going for something moodier, more dramatic. All black, with a red-inlaid cape draped over one shoulder (Florida is hot, and he's not a complete idiot). His hair was swept just so one would double-take before being totally sure that yes, he had an eyepatch, so this whole getup was pretty damn pirate-y.

He didn't look particularly bothered by ogling, meandering down a street in broad daylight, side-eying what he could and taking stock of the situation.

Maybe he ought to have tried to be a bit more concerned; he still had a gaping bullethole in his middle. The wound was already patched up, but it did look like that skull on his clothing had one helluva nosebleed.

[heavyhitter]

Wow. Now there's a badass. He's dressed the part, that's for sure, and is that blood on his shirt? Holy shit, she's got to meet this guy.

Ramir spends a good five minutes tailing after him, mostly just scoping the guy. Cool style, cool bearing, not keeling over any time soon despite the blood... alright, sold. So she slides in closer, falling into step next to him, hands pocketed and a sidelong glance fixed on him.

"Nice cape, buddy."

salaak, green lantern corps (preboot)

[bytherules]

up, up, and...?

[Salaak nips this abundance of handshake gags and men-from-mars business right in the bud by completely removing himself from the situation he's found himself in. best he can, anyway; his ring is still analyzing the foreign technology branded into one of his arms, still searching for a connection to Oa, for anyone with a ring...

the rings work almost instantaneously; even spare seconds of delay are disconcerting. and it's been near an hour now. things are indeed wrong.


he's made his way up to the top of a tall building, patiently waiting for the number of semi-transparent construct screens his ring has conjured to complete their analyses. ever-so-patiently. the picture of patience. calm, composed...

there's a vein in his strange, pink head twitching at a strange rate. TOTALLY CALM.]

[solarcharge]

[Almost everyone avoids Salaak in a black mood. Oh, there's one or two exceptions - Kilowog, Gardner. Jordan. Rayner-- and note how the common denominator there is human. But Sodam's never been one to shy away from a challenge or danger, and both are applicable here. As soon as his ring picks up on the presence of another - and the name of its bearer - he's off, and hovering nearby shortly thereafter.

That said, he's got some manners.]

Clarissi.

[It's even said with a small salute, one hand over the emblem on his chest, glowing stark green with Ion's power.]

➢Zatanna Zatara ➢Young Justice

[backwordscompatible]

[01]

[Head towards the light]

[What, like she had a choice?]

[The only thing that was more bizarre than the current situation was the weirdly bright smile on the female soldier's face. Not that Zatanna was of the opinion soldiers couldn't smile. Because they could. They could smile and laugh and post crazy videos of their downtime shenanigans to youtube. That was all fine and good. And highly entertaining on Thursday afternoons when she was avoiding homework (and Red Tornado). But that smile? The one that looked like it wouldn't be out of a place on a Joker victim?]

[Yeah, no. No, thank you.]

[Zatanna's gaze slowly alternated back and forth between the smile woman and the car she was indicating towards--and by indicating, she was very strongly insisting that Zatanna follow her. Somehow about heroes and a city that needed saving. Same old same old, really, except for one thing: the fact that this was all one unmarked van and a lollipop away from turning into a bad ending.]

[Absently, she tried calling for M'gann. Or Robin. Or Artemis. Anyone, really. Silence on her end.]

There's something wrong that the freakiest thing about all this is the sudden lack of voices in my head.


[NETWORK]

[Regardless of what had happened, Zatanna appeared to have momentarily made peace with her surroundings. The sun was shining and her head was tilted back slightly, taking in the beautiful Florida(?) rays. A very stylish pair of sunglasses on her face, she sent the communicator camera a look that was partial contentment, and partial reassignment.]

This is definitely the vacation I neither wanted nor deserved....but I guess I can't complain. Yet.

[A momentary pause. Lips pursing together, as if a sudden through occurred to her. She tilted her head downward, just enough for everyone to get a view of her bright, blue eyes behind the shades. One eyebrow slightly raised in question.]

...should I be complaining?

/screeches at your un

[runningstart]

[NETWORK]

Yes! Always complain, never be satisfied. [Wally drags his comm closer and props it up against the peanut butter jar as he assembles a truly disgusting sandwich.] Hi Zatanna.

Dalila Galloway | Original

[jumbie]

01.
[Dalila comes through the transporter ready for a fight. Her Nether arms shift into a monstrous forms, large, spiky and tipped with deadly claws. Her adrenaline pumping. Blood roaring in her ears. She's ready for a fight. But only because she'd been in the middle of fight just when she'd been dragged here. All the guns immediately pointed at her don't help the situation either. Luckily she's still in a reasonable enough mood that the threat of being tranquilized gets her to calm down.

After all is said and done she's sent topside to wait for a ride. She's really not interested in waiting when there's a new world to explore. But she's also in a new world and doesn't know where to go. They claim this world to be Earth but it looks nothing like the Earth she remembers.]

This place is weird. [She grumbles grumpily as she looks around. She stands out without meaning to. Even without her arms summoned (normal shaped arms made of a softly glowing and seemingly living energy that's red, purple, and pink with hints of black and what appear to be small stars within it all, shifting over what appears to be black bone) she's tall for a thirteen year old girl and her skin has patches of depigmented skin (most of which is seen on her face and neck, the rest of her is pretty well covered). Her eyes are hidden behind a visor, something she's thankful for in the near blinding light of the sun. And her outfit? Well, it certainly doesn't fit this Earth's fashion and has a kind of scifi space suit vibe to it.]

04.
[Dalila doesn't consider herself a hero. She's been living with outlaws for three years now and they don't tend to do heroic things (and if they do it's completely by accident). But there's a couple of kids in danger of being hit and they don't seem to be much younger than her. She knows it's the right thing to save their butts.

She has to think fast and act even faster only she finds not thinking in these situations helps better. Letting her instincts take over she rushes forward, arms shifting into something like large battering rams as she puts herself in the path of the car. The driver tries to hit the breaks but not until after Dalila smacks the car off course, sending it toward some buildings but out of the way of anyone on the street or sidewalks.

The car crashes and the police show up and she isn't about to stick around despite everyone suddenly gushing over her. She shoves her way through the forming crowd and takes off as quickly as her feet can carry her, hoping no one follows.]

martin, an oc

[newcontract]

standing in a pleasant park.

[Martin stands on the grass, his hand gently pressed on his chest over his heart, his eyes closed to help him feel and listen. it's not the rapid fluttering it was from an hours ago, during that shock, but he can almost be convinced of missing beats, of overlapped rhythms. the longer he tries to determine this, the more convinced he becomes of it.

this is really all he's doing: some gangly, tall kid in need of a haircut (and maybe some acne cream), dressed in second-hand, free clothes from the government just standing around like he's silently reciting the pledge of allegiance in his head.]

martin, an oc, meet lana, a pottymouth.

[bombshelled]

[ This whole place was giving Lana a headache. She'd taken time off from the Ultimates to get away from shit like this. So she heads to the park. Nice and relaxing, right? She sits under a tree and tries to just take in the view.

Except that view currently contains some kid just standing there with his hand on his chest. For way longer than can be considered normal. ]

What the fuck are you doing?

Hisoka > Hunter x Hunter > 02.

[debauchewy]

[How likely it is to be approached? In this outfit? Apparently very. He looks like an entertainer after all, and pulls on a smile to match. Though he's still unsure about this place, the people, Hisoka's not one to dwell on something like this. Merely an opportunity. For what? Hard to say. But he loves surprises.]

[New powers. This file. A tattoo. New country, world. It's all fine. He'll play by their rules for the time being, all to get a good feel of what's going on.]

[And for now? He'll pull off a few cards tricks for those willing to approach and greet him. Nothing exceptionally spectacular, but enough interest is drawn to him that he's got a small crowd going.]

My my~! But the card was in your heart all along! [A wide smile, tapping to his chest just over his heart, and the man who was assisting him in the trick gives an odd look- then, checks his shirt pocket in the same spot on his own chest. His card! Takes it out! Ohs and ahs, and Hisoka's smile just gets wider, coiling on his cheeks as his eyes scope his crowd for any points of interest for himself.]

[Surely if the bring someone like him here- there will be others just as interesting lingering nearby.]

[grinninggrifter]

[Card tricks are, traditionally, Thomas' thing. He's quite good at it, even without giving himself a little extra magical oomph here and there, but it seems that this man is a professional.

Why else would he be caught dead in an outfit like this one? Thomas is, as ever, clad in a well-tailored suit, blending in perfectly save for the tattoo on his wrist, and lingers at the back of the crowd to watch Hisoka do his stuff. Finally, Thomas tires of simply watching, and moves through the crowd to approach the man himself.]

How nice to see that some imPorts have taken to this place like a fish to water, [he remarks, lips twitching into a smile.] And a magician at that.

[It takes but a shake of his arm for him to materialize a rose seemingly out of mid-air (telekinesis keeping the rose nice and flat underneath his sleeve and bringing it up to his hand in full bloom, not that any of the natives can tell as much) and hands it to a pretty young woman with a splendid smile, and despite the fact that she is accompanied by her boyfriend already, he informs her of this fact. He turns back to Hisoka with a smile.] What are the chances, hm?

zelgadis greywords, slayers

[chimerad]

o2.

People blocks away were already buzzing about what had just gone on – rather, what they thought had just gone on, having not been there, having only heard the wild screeching of tires and gut-wrenching crash and crunch of metal. Screams, too. The perfect setup for a heroic rescue or terrible medical emergency.

It was neither of those things. It was mostly mortifying.

The totaled hovercar in front of him bore a very him-size dent right at the grill and bumper; even the hood had begun to crumple and dent in the shape of the heel of his hand. He was still kind of holding pose, too: facing three-quarters toward the mess, his hand held out in an extremely week pose of please stop.

Under his mask and hood, he'd lifted his head enough slowly to make eye contact with the driver before a lamppost, groaning with the strain of another car smashed into it (trying to avoid mister what are crosswalks even about here), finally fell cracked right at the point where it hit his head.

From the crowds, a mass OOOH!

Zelgadis remained stone still for minutes more before falling over backward without a word, heavy enough to dent the concrete underneath him.

A lot of things were very him-shaped that day.

Sorry. I had to

[dragonspooking]

For her part, Lina Inverse was certainly enjoying all of the attention that came with being a hero, hamming it up and trying to get at least four more milkshakes out of it - 'Comeon. You can't expect a girl to save the world on an empty stomach can you?'

There's a moment when, in the thick of things, enjoying her milkshake and gracing her adoring fans with her lovely presence, Lina turns with a grin to say something about it all to Gourry. Only he's not there. She laughs it off like it's nothing, but a few seconds later Lina takes to the air, cape flapping behind her as she watches the people below, searching for some sign of her friends.

It's a crash that alerts her to the commotion below and her curiosity gets the better of her as she swoops lower and lands lightly on her feet next to...

"Zel? Is that you?" The grin is back, because while he's not Gourry, he's not a bad start and she does know him. And then she glances around at the crowd and the property damage. Nothing new, it seems, although she'd been lucky enough to avoid a violent encounter with a car herself so far by flying.

She laughs it off, already mentally planning her escape so that she doesn't get roped into paying or blamed for her friend's little... Mishap.

Aaaand slowly backing away. Hopefully you weren't expecting her to help you out of this one, Zel. He is welcome to join in her retreat, if he wants though. Hey. She likes the hero treatment which she deserves and the free food. Also deserved. And in Lina's experience, people stop adoring and giving you free things once they realize you're the reason for the area's destruction.

edna mode | the incredibles

[fabulousanyway]

o2.

[ edna peers judgmentally across the table. her lips thin into a line. she blinks. and then she slams her palms down on the table top and leans forward like a jungle cat about to pounce. ]

I said no capes! [ she sits back, riding crop suddenly in her hand hitting the table lightly. ] No, no, you need something special. Blue. Crepe de chine over spandex. It's always spandex, darling. Shush, I'm working. [ she holds up her small hand because you don't get an opinion in your super suit. this is edna mode, shut your ungrateful mouth. except. ] What is your moniker, again? Super pigeon?

omg I love you

[jerseyhero]

It's not a cape, it's a scarf. And why use spandex when the fabric Bruno made can— [Okay, shutting up now.]

Ms. Marvel.

nico minoru, marvel (pre-Murder World)

[grimmspells]

iv. watch out for that car


[don't ask her to be happy about being here. new place, new faces, still the masks and capes. at least they were working towards something new and a fresh start. now the government wants to 'help her out'. please, like she hasn't heard that one before.

Nico's trying her best to be optimistic, to look on the bright side. at least she has a place to stay and food. she's not a den mother here (yet). she's not a leader. she's just...Nico. Nico Minoru, daughter of dark wizards, child of the Pride. and some group has her file and knows everything about her.

she's looking at her wrist code when she hears the loud roar of an engine, and it catches her attention just long enough for her to see a bunch of kids out skateboarding, oblivious to the potential problem they're about to have.

think fast, girl.]

Hey!

[yeah, that'll help. she whips her head over and spies the car speeding around the corner. no time to think. she chews angrily and painfully into the side of her nail until blood is drawn, and from her chest slides out an intricate staff. she casts quickly.]

Bounce

[the pavement beneath the kids suddenly bounces like a trampoline, sending them flying off to the side with a not-so-kind landing, though none of them seem to be really hurt. it's then that the car swerves in and hits the same bouncy patch of pavement, which unceremoniously flips the car over until it lands haphazardly off to the side, the crunch of metal devastatingly loud. the cop cars, thankfully, manage to stop just before Nico's little spell contraption, and she winces.]

Oh, geez. Sorry. I was...hoping it'd be something better than that.

[time for a getaway. and fast.]

[selfimage]

[ except that there's someone who's most definitely holding up a StarkPhone to get a picture. dark fingers glide over the screen to catch not one, but five pictures of the entire scene from start to finish.

and this someone is definitely wearing some armor, a pair of horns, and a tacky jacket that may actually look like something out of A Knight's Tale (who knew). the lighting was a bit off, but enough was there to get the general idea of what was happening.

he puts a dark nailed hand to his chin and debates what filter to put on it. ]

That was a solid six out of ten—even if the intent wasn't there, it finished well.

Clay Kaczmarek (Subject 16) | Assassin's Creed

[historywhiplash]

02

It was, as far as Clay was concerned, pretty much officially the best damn day of his life in recent years. The sun was real, the food wasn't pre-engineered for optimal nutrition or being given to him via a tube and he was as close to 'back home' as he was pretty sure he'd ever be. This wasn't an animus construct and for the moment that was all that mattered.

Oh he'd be pouring over history books and digging in to files soon enough, things weren't quite right from a historical perspective and it rankled at him like an itch. It was like the whole world was experiencing a Bleed, and he'd lived too many other lives to not notice where things didn't line up. So to say that he was distracted walking down the boardwalk with his milkshake and fancy new phone would be perfectly understandable. As would walking straight in to someone and dumping said milkshake on them.

"Whoops."

Etc. 1

The problem with having the memories of every generation that led up to you was that there were times when Clay knew how to do something but utterly lacked the physical constitution or stamina to actually do it. Some things left him gasping for air like a landed fish long before his kind thought he should be in such a state. He wasn't about to give up on it though, he was an Assassin and while he knew that he wasn't useless there also weren't enough of them that he felt he could sit on his backside doing research forever.

He was going to be useful and if that meant being laid out on his back by a trainer four days a week then he'd be new best friends with the ground as often as it took.

Etc 2

Choose your own adventure!

[ourown]

"Dude."

Normally having a milkshake dumped on him would be no big deal, but with everything else that's happened today, the milkshake's the equivalent of the universe taking a massive dump on Delsin's day. His jacket's going to smell like vanilla strawberry swirl for the rest of the week, and it's going to be hell cleaning the sugar out of his flair. Keeping his emotions reeled in his certainly not his forte, and the frustration shows on his face when he looks up to glare at Clay.

"Man, you could have just told me you hated the jacket."

Kamala Khan | Marvel 616

[jerseyhero]

[Kamala thought she was meeting Wolverine for a gyro. Except now she's in Florida instead of Jersey City. And she has a tattoo]

Ammi's going to kill me.

[But more importantly, is that car screeching around the corner going to stop? It's going to hit that little old lady!

Kamala embiggens her legs and hand and steps out into the street, scooping up the pedestrian before she can get hit.]

No need to thank me, ma'am. Just doing my job.

[huitzilin]

You got there before I did.

[ well now, how did she get there? Aracely's floating upside down beside her, waving to the old woman as she makes it to the curb. ]

That was regular superheroness.

[ she doesn't seem all that put out by the entire thing, there were a lot of superheroes here. not as many as back home, and they were new enough to cause a stir where ever they went, but Aracely didn't mind the attention. Only Kaine's grumpy face didn't like attention. ]

Hi!

abigail "fetch" walker | infamous second son

[setright]

o2.

[She's totally lost her mind. Florida? More like Fucking Upside Down World, and as Fetch cautiously walks down the sidewalk, she has to resist the urge to zip right through and find the quickest way back to Seattle. Yeah, different worlds or whatever someone might have said, but after being painted as a Bio-terriorist? To be greeted and looked upon with smiles and admiring faces is, to be frank, damn scary.]

No. No pictures, sorry. Try the zoo. [Fetch doesn't sound nearly as agitated as she wants to be as she brushes past a mother and her kid. What the hell was this? That little girl looks absolutely heartbroken as Fetch moves on, and it's almost enough to make her pause.

Pink hair is not all that helpful when trying to avoid people, so her walk begins to turn into more of a light jog. It only turns more heads.

And then--screw it--she speeds towards the nearest parking structure in a blur of vibrant pink neon.

She needs air and time to think.]

[grinninggrifter]

[While Fetch may have wanted privacy, that's not what she's going to get. Thomas has a great fondness for crowds and is more than able to manipulate them to his liking, but even he tires of the attention sometimes, and had the very same idea as Fetch. He's seated up on a high curb, legs dangling beneath him with a styrofoam cup filled with the complimentary milkshake beside him, and a paper-wrapped burger in his hands, his nice suit coat folded neatly beside him.

He stops chewing for a moment, and simply stares... before getting right back to chewing, swallowing, and then washing down that bite with a sip of his drink.]

Well, [he says, blinking at her.] That's certainly different. You're another, ah... imPort, I presume?

Angie Spica/The Engineer | The Authority (Wildstorm)

[re_engineer]

03.

Yeah, the technology is pretty awesome in this world. Not anything that Angie couldn't do herself. Had done herself, really, just not for mass market. Maybe she should think about that.

The cars aren't the only things hovering, of course. Angie's taken to the skies to get a better look at this new world that she's found herself in.

Or maybe she's on the ground, trying to get a better look into the engine of one of those hovercars.

Or maybe she's trying very hard not to take apart one of those digital projectors to see just how it works.

(In actuality, it's all three. But there aren't many who would know that.)

Alana - Saga

[vestigial]

1.

Oh hell no.

[ Alana just fucking walks away from the soldier trying to debrief her. She doesn't know where she is, but she can't find Marko or Hazel or Izabel or anyone, and she's angry. She left one fucking war behind, she's not about to get conscripted into another one. ]


4.

[ She's not fast enough to save the person from being hit by the hovercar, but she's the first one there after, yelling and swearing at the driver as she kneels down to check on the person who got hit. ]

Hey, you okay?

[chimerad]

4.

...Ah.

[flat on his back, his view of a blank, blue sky is interrupted, which means it's time to slowly come crashing back to reality.

he twitches a couple fingers, wiggles a foot.

sluggishly, muffled by his mask:] Yeah. Probably.

Cassandra Cain | DCU

[nonverbal]

2


[Someone had given her a free drink. That, in and of itself, is startling. Nothing is ever free in Gotham despite the glitz and glamour that might persuade you otherwise, so she sits down with it at the counter and, chin in her hands, watches it melt with a sort of intensely curious melancholy.

It looks almost as good as the milkshakes Alfred makes.

And she does hate wasting food. Living in Gotham during Cataclysm saw to that. Watching the way people's body language changed as they slowly starved was-- hm. No. She shakes her head, and leans forward to sip tentatively at the milkshake.

Doesn't taste poisoned. No one shows up to wheedle favours out of her. She tugs it in a bit closer on its coaster, and then on second thought, she stands up and takes it with her. It's in a take-out cup, that means she can leave, right? She glances at the others mingling in the shop, hoping to gauge some clue by their body language. Hopefully no one notices her attentive look!]

[huitzilin]

[ it's not the look that Aracely notices, but rather the intent. so she turns and stares back without so much hesitation, meeting her eyes directly. her powers expand and she pushes against the boundaries just a little (nothing that she usually noticed, anyway) to seek out any kind of emotion that could be lingering in the air between her and this newbie.

...that milkshake looks good...

(her intentions might be a little contagious there.) ]

hana morenos | michiko e hatchin | 02 i guess!

[morenos]

[ Man, did the Porter ever fuck up on this one. It's very obvious this child can't be more than ten, and an undernourished ten at that, so it's a good thing they're giving out malts so freely! The girl hunched up on this particular cherry-red stool is about 4 feet nothing, skinny as a popsicle stick but for the giant puff of cotton candy-dimensioned hair topping her body off, and so mad, guys. So mad, in fact, she's going to mutter under her breath like a grumpy old man once her server wanders off, apparently unaware of the fact that people can very easily hear her. ]

-- a hero? What's that supposed to mean, anyway? It definitely can't be right. Absolutely not!

[ She punctuates this tirade by taking a long drag off a milkshake approximately the size of her head. The shake wasn't what Hana asked for -- really, she was hoping she could get a coconut or something -- but it is what the matronly woman behind the countertop decided was the next best thing after spotting her tattoo. Also a byproduct of local generosity: the stupid paper soda jerk hat on top of her fluffy head, which was deemed "just adorable."

She seriously considered giving it to someone else first, just in case it's drugged. But she watched her make it... if there's anything in there, everyone else here is probably drinking it too. Not that that's really much comfort. ]

Even the time's all wrong...

[ Everything about it is wrong! So why? It's a question Hana can't answer. She's always had a lot of those, but they usually don't come with brainfreeze. Speaking of which, ow. ]

delsin rowe | infamous second son

[ourown]

03;
[ the advertisements might be all fancy-like and digital, but that only made the urge to tag them even more irresistible. sure, the projectors made it harder to coordinate his colors and his shadow covered up the finer details when he came in close, but determination was enough to make up for those minor setbacks.

a few minutes and a few coats of paint later, what was once a wholesome advertisement for wonder bread was now a homage to the world's most irritating internet meme. certainly not his best work, but not bad for having to make do. ]

Does my genius know no bounds?

[ he takes a few moments to admire his work with a cocky smile, aerosol can still in hand. ]

etc;
[ up in the sky! it's a bird, it's a plane! wait no, it's a kid with wings?

wherever your character is, Delsin lands with a rather loud whomp, looking highly unapologetic if he accidentally knocks your character back a few feet. ]

Man, I think I'm lost.

or, choose your own adventure!

(ooc; i'm in the process of moving, and will be slow with tags! apologies! )

[vestigial]

[ Winged people are not an unfamiliar sight for Alana, who has wings herself, though they're currently hidden under a poncho. She's just worried this guy is from Landfall, and has come to arrest her or take her home or something. So as soon as he starts heading her way, she ducks her head down and turns in the opposite direction. ]

Lana Baumgartner aka Bombshell | Marvel 1610

[bombshelled]

[Lana was not in the mood. First some giant purple guy attacks New York and Sid gets crushed by a car. Then things finally start to look good and the fucking Serpent Society kills Poey. Now she gets abducted to some alternate universe Florida?! No fucking thank you.

As the car comes barreling down the street, Lana steps in its path, fists extended. She lets loose a huge explosion that flips the car backwards, as well as taking out half the damn street. Collateral damage? Not her problem.

The kids she just saved crowd around her, thankful and excited and asking for a photograph. She just turns and walks away.]

Next time don't play in the fucking street.

Ted Kord | DC comics (preboot), 3

[bumblebeeb]

[Well here's a guy that's looking extremely fascinated with the flying cars. He might be poking at a parked one. Just because 1) he likes poking at things and 2) he wants to see what these babies are capable of. He may possibly look familiar to some people who were in the Justice League in the early 90s -- and, until recently, was very very dead.]

[you_tried]

[ Okay, so stuff like this? This whole thing where he runs into his dead best friend on the street poking around under the hood of a flying car like it's no big deal even though there are at least two dozen things wrong with this picture and now Booster's choking on a mouthful of Diet 7-Up in the glorious Florida sunshine like some kind of a-hole? This is one of the many many many reasons why if he ever ran into the anthropomorphic personification of time travel, he would probably punch it square in the junk.

Not that he wouldn't be happy to see Ted under ordinary circumstances. Or even less-than-ordinary circumstances. Hell, he's kind of happy now, he thinks, probably, under like sixty-five other feelings he doesn't have the wherewithal to examine because seriously, here, now?

It's just, it's complicated. Because: a) so here's his dead best friend b) who may or may not actually know he's dead but c) who Booster's seen at least three times since his death d) even though one of those times he was like, a zombie? e) and the other time was like a week ago and he was like about ten years younger and temporarily a chipmunk and f) Booster just sort of did that whole embarrassing sobbing thing all over Ted's grave a few days after that and so g) the question basically remains: what the hell does he actually say in this situation?

h-z, repeating) ... again.

So yeah, the whole space-time continuum can just go suck it, as far as Booster's concerned. But okay. He can do this. He can definitely do it because he's done it before and only broke the universe, what, once out of three times? Which is a pretty good track record, for him. And it's totally not his fault this time. He's about 80% sure it's not his fault. He'd know if it was his fault, right?

So Booster leans against the hood of that idiotic retro-future-y Jetsons car, taking a long drink of his Big Gulp and trying not to, you know, tackle Ted or cry or have a nervous breakdown or anything. Be cool, man. Be cool. ]

Wow, buddy, at least buy it dinner first.

[ Goddamn. He's so smooth. This is the smoothest thing he's ever done. It would really suck if he started crying. ]

m'gann m'orzz | ℳɪss ℳᴀʀᴛɪᴀɴ / young justice animated

[bioshift]

➁

[ It's kind of funny, having this much attention. Sure, M'gann was a friendly sort, with no means to being unpleasant to anyone who saw her; there were plenty of people who knew of Martian Manhunter, after all. Even if, in the recent days, she'd been more and more self conscious of her alien complexion.

The suit wasn't helping either. So it's probably after ten minutes of near constantly being stopped, praised, questioned and politely asked for photos that she darts into an alley way, breathes... And shifts to pink, human-y skin and normal human clothes.

At the very least, when she walks out again, there isn't a single person who comes to call for her attention. At least the malt shop was still willing to give her a free drink.

I really shouldn't be hanging around... There's stuff to do back home, isn't there? ]

[runningstart]

[KF comes screeching up to the counter and leans across it, calling to the man who'd just served M'gann a malt.] Jack! Heyyy, it's KF! Can I get a jumbo usual to go? [He spins around and leans on his elbows against the countertop, grinning at the glances and whispers, soaking up the attention and finally looks over to his right.

Does a double take.

Throws open his arms.]

Megs! You're here! Oh my god, it's about time! [Throws his arms around her and yanks her up into a hug. Mmmmm!]

Jor-El » DC Comics (Reboot)

[ex_episteme798]

[ There was strangeness afoot; that went without a doubt. The last thing Jor remembered before ending up on this world was waiting for the destruction of his world with his beloved, watching as their son flew off to parts unknown. He knew that this was (a version of) the world they had sent Kal-El to, but it still seemed... different from what he expected. The technology was both more advanced and less so than what he had initially observed through transmissions and extrapolated on.

Nothing beat firsthand experience.

And that was why whoever managed to stumble upon Jor in this back alley of the city would find themselves confronted with someone who was very methodically taking apart a vehicle that had been left standing there. It wasn't that Kryptonian mores were all that different from those of Earth in this respect; it was simply that Jor, as often was the case, did not care about asking.

Some parts were casually thrown around. Other parts were placed down according some strange El logic.

Someone should probably come along to stop him, if they were so (un)fortunately blessed today. ]

[brushoff]

[ Back alleys weren't normally Dorian's jam. But, he had some...business that he needed to take care of, and he honestly wasn't sure which alley he was supposed to meet the man. After metaphorically flipping a coin, Dorian decided to chance this alley.

Thankfully, the undoubtedly illicit activity that Dorian was planning on doing crashed to a halt as he watched a man take apart a cr. Ah...okay. That was something new, even for him. ]

You do know that belongs to somebody, [ he tentatively stated, confusion marking his British accent. ] I doubt they'll be happy at seeing it in pieces.

Kira Yukimura | Adolescent Lycanthrope | I'm super new with her pls be gentle

[zzzt]

01

[This is bad.

Kira doesn't know what exactly this is, but she knows that it's bad because she's just woken up in a military complex and there are soldiers around and the only thing keeping her calm is that at least she's got her sword to cling to. And cling she does, holding it to her chest as she's jostled through the complex.

But she takes a deep breath to calm herself, then starts looking around properly. There has to be some explanation behind all this; maybe it's just a hallucination or a dream, maybe some supernatural bad guy will show up any second and everything will make sense. Until then, she's a little lost, and she can't help but start to look for anyone familiar.]

Scott!?

[Maybe he can hear her wherever he is, that's kind of an Alpha thing, right?]

04

[Kira might not be a super strong or super fast werewolf, but when she sees the kids in danger, she knows she can do something.

She's close enough to run over and push them both out of the way, which earns a few shouts from the kids, but her focus is on the car that's coming right towards her. Instead of dodging, though, she leaps up onto the hood and drives her sword right down into the engine.

As the driver slams on the brakes and the car starts to swerve slightly off course, Kira jumps from the hood, landing on the grass and rolling to her feet, sword still in hand.

Yeahhhhh.]

[conducive]

Wow. [ rosie is standing on the sidewalk, mouth agape because girl did you see what you just did???? don't worry, it'll be on youtube in twenty minutes under the headline of teenage badass murders car and proves swords are totally hot, amirite? but, you know, jailbait and all that so the headline probably comes from that kid over there filming her on his iphone.

that rosie shoots a bolt of electricity at and fries to save katana girl from being the next justin bieber. ] Okay, mini paparazzo, move along. Vite, vite. [ she shoos the teenager away with a wave of her hand and idk since he probably doesn't want to get zapped he... moves along and rosie turns her attention to the other teenager. ]

So vehicular manslaughter's got a whole new meaning to you, doesn't it?

Tabitha Smith | Marvel 616 | Canon Point: Nextwave

[tickticktickboom]

[ooc: I am still working my way through back issues but couldn't resist throwing her up here.]

Option A - Prompt 02:

Don't you have anything stronger in this joint?

[Tabby is currently sucking on the end of a curly straw stuck into a tall, glass-bottle of Coca-Cola. It tastes strange, and for a moment she wonders if it's because she's drinking it without rum, but then it occurs to her that the taste of pop out of a bottle really is different than it is out of the can. The man at the counter gives her a dubious look, and then conveniently finds something else to do.

Still, this place could stand to use a little livening up.

Popping up from her stool she heads to the jukebox in the corner and, not about to put actual money into the machine, instead slips a dud-bomb into the coin-slot. It worked on the soda machine that one time...but apparently Tabby's not having the same luck this time around. Making a face she turns around to address the room at large.]

Hey! Anyone around here got a quarter? Or three?

Option B:

[Generally speaking it's not a good thing when Tabby gets bored. When she gets bored she pouts. She whines. She decides to fix her boredom by getting into trouble. Sometimes it means stealing things, sometimes it means going out, and sometimes Tabby decides that nothing will do but to pretend she's in the middle of a scavenger hunt to see how many weird things she can get people to give her. Hitting up a party supplies store, she buys a cheap plastic tiara to wear, a pair of crazy, lime-green sunglasses, a gaudy Summer themed towel dishtowel, a rubber chicken, and a plastic Halloween bag. She writes up a hasty list of things that she picked up (excluding the bag of course) along with a few other items. Some easy, and others more valuable in nature. As ready as she'll ever be, she hits the streets.

No one is safe from her pestering either. She stops kids. She bothers old dudes. The minute she spots costumed/uniformed imPorts, Tabby chases after them because clearly their patrolling or whatever it is regular superheroes isn't that urgent. Anyone who looks like they might have anything interesting on them will find she's not above stepping into their path to get them to stop so she can ask them for, well, whatever she thinks of off the top of her head.]

Hi, sorry to bother you but I'm in the middle of a scavenger hunt. You got a minute?

[efflations]

[It's a sad fact that Keith as good as has a giant neon sign over him saying 'easy mark'. He's out of costume and jogging along with his huge golden retriever John, taking the time to familiarise himself with the new city when he's flagged down by the strangely dressed woman and stops. Nodding eagerly at the question - a scavenger hunt! it sounds like a lot of fun! - he grins at her broadly.]

Of course! And again, sure! I'd be happy to help! What do you need?

[John sniffs at her curiously, mouth hanging open in a wide, doggy grin that makes the resemblance between dog and master almost uncanny.]

Kite, Hunter x Hunter

[onearmedbandit]

03.

[There certainly are a lot very flashy people in the streets today, most of them ImPorts. People who look like they've walked out of a fight but you should have seen the other guy, folks who for some reason have decided capes are in fashion, those who look inhuman either from slightly pointed ears or the blatantly obvious such as gray or blue skin...]

[And then there's Kite.]

[Compared to some of the other ImPorts, recent or veteran, he's actually rather plain and seems perfectly fine with that. His only outstanding feature is his long pale hair along with the tell-tale tattoo that peeks out from underneath his shirt sleeve. ]

[...Oh, and there's also the fact that he's surrounded by at least five different animals as he sits on the park bench with his free malt. The birds, admittedly, come and go. They're not even his animals. They just sort of... happened. The occasional small child excited by either his ImPort status or all the animals also come and go as Kite hurries them back to their parent. Each time this happens just has him adjusting his hat awkwardly.]

[Really too much attention.]