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[ The feed turns on shakily and abruptly, showing at first a view of mostly sky, but then it catches more blurry glimpses of scenery -- what might be recognizable as downtown Nonah, if someone were to squint or was just very familiar with the area by now -- as it moves again, as if being wrestled from someone. Voices can be heard above the fainter sounds of traffic, although there's the steady pulse of a nearby car stereo playing loudly and, occasionally, an engine revving.

Then the communicator steadies, being held at its owner's side; the camera now gives an un-aimed view the street, though at a somewhat diagonal, catching about half of the car in question in the shot. A guy's voice, about a foot away, says: "--the sickest shit I ever seen, man! Orale, show the guy, Angie!" And then the communicator moves again, the man holding it taking a step back as Angie breathes fire about five feet into the air. Only the fire and not Angie herself is visible on the screen, although within moments the speaker is stepping close again.

"You see that? It's legit, right? Just one selfie, man! Just one, come on!" ]

Then what, you'll finally beat it? [ Diablo's not speaking into the communicator, obviously, so his voice is muted, though still audible. ] I got nothing to say about no heroes, kid. Whatever you want? It ain't got nothing to do with me.

[ "Yeah, yeah, whatever! Damn, why you got to be such a bummer, dude?" The communicator raises again, rotating around to show two people: #1, a heavily tattooed man in a letterman-style jacket, "Diablo" embroidered on it like a nametag, looking impatiently at #2, who appears to be a teenager with slicked back hair ("AA" shaved into the sides), a lightning bolt tattoo on his neck, and large mirrored sunglasses. ]

Okay, how--

[ But, smiling delightedly, the boy waves into the camera, declaring: "Heeeey, imPorts! Que onda, stay crazy, guys -- we still believe in you! We got your backs now, so take it easy! Ride or die, man!" before he laughs and runs out of frame to join his off-screen friends; the car motor revs again. Diablo, still holding the communicator, does nothing for a moment except flick his eyes irritably and skeptically in that direction, then turns the camera around to capture the kids driving away. The car's plate reads "DOUBLE A". ]

Man, the hell was that. [ And now the camera once again rotates, his skeptical gaze gracing the screen. ] If that's what you all got around here, then no wonder they be importing in heroes like furniture.

[ Well... "heroes," as the still-dubious expression on his face may go on to suggest. He shrugs, then shakes his head. ]

But hey, y'know-- it's whatever. Anyone know where's a good shoe place around here?

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Shoes? That's the question?

[ Someone finds this far too funny. ]

People. [A mildly spoken correction by a man of equally mild temperament, it would seem.] They are importing people.

[And criminals, which Yuri doesn't liken to people very often, but that's beside the point at the moment.]

Not everyone who finds themselves transported here by the Porter is a Hero. And as for them... [He gives something of a nod, as if to indicate Angie and her companions who've driven off by now.] ...that is a more recent occurrence. Native citizens to this world didn't have such abilities before last month.

I doubt we shop at the same place.

[ She's eyeballing that boy through the screen, her expression cautiously neutral until he's disappeared. Then she focuses on Diablo, demeanor changing almost instantly. ]

Where is "here"?

[ She hasn't familiarized herself yet with Nonah. ]

[He fires off the address of a place that specializes in good Italian shoes. Because one can look like a thug but there's no excuse for poor footwear.

But hey! It's this guy from the bar again.]

Prone to burglary though, so I hear.

[He isn't responsible, all right? Robbery's more your business.]

They, uh, really like imports. [ A pause. ]

Anyway, if you're looking for shoes... I always just go to the thrift store. They're good quality, mostly. And they're comfortable.

[ He said good shoes... ]

[Here's Jack, already huffing out a heavy sigh. 'Hi' is what he means to say.]

What kind of shoes?

[ He can understand the feeling. Locus hates dealing with people who do shit like that. So, he's not going to call attention to it. Instead, since he's been here a while now and has learned quite a lot about the cities and their landscapes—at least near the porters, he can offer a list.

Which, as it happens, houses plenty of businesses for personal attire. It's not a long list, about 3-4 shoe stores specifically and a handful more that are department stores with an area for shoes, per import city. ]

More likely exist further in or out of the cities, these are just what I have seen so far.

[ It helps, sometimes, being so annoyingly detailed. ]

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They're new -- the fire breathers. Been putting out their messes for the past month.

Speaking of new, you just got imported, huh? Welcome to the club.

[This is a more familiar sort of questionable. Compared to the supervillains this is almost homey in the sort of warning signs he's giving off with all of those tattoos.]

The locals with powers is a new thing. As for shoes, that depends on your tastes.

[Because some cholos take their fashion very seriously. He looks like the kind.]

I think I remember someone bringing up working at a shoe store on the network awhile back, though.

Ohmygoshyes let's go shopping!

who the fuck did ur ink

[Daisy listened to this entire exchange, rolling her eyes at the way they wouldn't just leave him alone.]

Trust me, you haven't seen half the stuff they do.

[Like NSFW fanart, or the convention they have earlier in the year.]

Dunno if you remember me or not, we met at the bar I work at.

[She gave a weak wave.]

Daisy.

You just got here and you already wanna go shopping?

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