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WILL YOU HELP SAVE THE WORLD?

Mask or Menace is a panfandom urban 'superhero' genre DWRP game, where heroes, villains, and everyone in between seek to survive and thrive in a world loosely parallel to our own.

liontomyself

[Leo as usual is in his room at his desk, surrounded by books and plants and illuminated by a lamp.]

So...

Could you all explain to me the whole idea of 'voting' for your leadership and representatives? It doesn't make much sense to me, because I grew up in a place where each leader inherited the role after being trained their whole lives to take on such responsibility, but I can see the appeal to the public.

I admit that there are certainly flaws to my system as well, but then there will always be imperfections when it comes to men ruling over other men, because of course none of us are perfect.

[He's actually pretty legitimately curious, despite not really subscribing to the idea of democracy. It has to have it's merits though, for it to be the main way of running things here for as long as it has been.]

Not related to my query, but I'd also like to offer my services in restraining or eliminating any problem doubles. As King of Nohr, I find it is my duty to try to assist in crises as long as I make my residence here and will not ask for payment.

Feel free to come to me if you are in need.

burger_king

It's a little after midnight, the cobblestones slick with fog on this mild late August night. Polly Nichols, a divorced mother of five, makes her way down Brick Lane on unsteady feet. A victim of drink, like so many other members of the working class at this time, and where there's drink there's desperation. She turns down on Whitechapel Road to earn enough coin for a bed for the night. Her new bonnet will surely do the trick.

Three hours later, two cart drivers come across a body in Buck's Row. In the dim light of early morning they can't know for sure but, as one of them told the police later, she looks to me to be either dead or drunk, but for my part, I believe she's dead. The way her throat was slit ear to ear confirmed that belief.

Want to hear the rest? Tune in to the Overlook Podcast. The first episode is available now on your favorite podcatcher.

Happy Friday the 13th.

secondplacescrow

Well, I don't know what you lot did when that whole day repeating week, but I spent most of it sleeping.

(( After all what else can poor Edd do? Other than make a post about it a week or so late. Good job, Edd. You are on top of your game. ))

I've been looking at other things of late. Mainly because I'm tired being a weatherman. So I'm wondering:

What is a foodie?

devoutish

Right, well, now that that's sorted, I suppose I'll be the one to ask - has this infringed on everyone's plans for Passover? The timing was unfortunate, wasn't it; an entire week taken up by a day repeating itself over and over again makes it difficult to prepare a seder, what with us all being very busy with our murdering and setting wild dogs loose in the streets.

[Seriously, somebody tell him what the deal with the feral dog mutants was; that had not been fun.]

Ah, but some of you must be celebrating your first Passover here. That's very exciting. It's a very big, very important holiday, and I'm sure you've seen how imPorts get caught up with celebrating the Earth holidays here - yeah, we do Christmas, we do New Year's, we do Valentine's. Now, has anyone got a spare ka’arah that I might borrow? Mine was destroyed by a wild dog.

[ (No, not really.)

Alfie delivers the post completely straight, but he's absolutely poking light fun at the ubiquitous holiday posts that tend to crop up at certain times of the year. It's time to get in on the fun himself - if only to make people go "???", because making people go "???" is his goal roughly 60% of the time.]

fauxmarth

Hello.

[yes, hi. it's kind of overcast today? but not bad. nice enough to be outside here in chilly ol' Maurtia Falls.]

I've been informed by a good number of people that the season will be changing soon. And that it can be quite a sight out in the countryside, just outside the city proper. Would you say that's true? I'd like to see a lovely spring again. I hope it can be as much that as it could be peaceful, considering how...hectic life can be in this world.

The snow is fine, and even the warm climes farther south of here are pleasant as well, but... There's something special about spring, I feel. One where things refresh and renew, making the whole place feel and even smell different.

[her thoughtful smile twitches into a self-conscious grin as she looks from the sky back down to the screen.]

Is that naive of me to hope here? I'll hardly hide how still new I am to the world at large here.

lastofthebog

[ The video begins with Galla seated at a desk. There's sunlight streaming in through a window on one side, and behind her is a half-filled bookshelf. The subjects range from texts on world history and politics, to medical tomes, to some simplistic books on how to use computers and the internet. She had to get started somehow, okay? In any case, she's casting a confident and somewhat apologetic smile at the camera now. ]

I'll apologize in advance for adding to the coming onslaught of these announcements, but I would like to make it known that I will be running for the position Nonah's Ambassador. I believe my experience as a leader to my own country has left me quite qualified, and as I've already made it my intent to use my knowledge and skill to serve my fellow imPorts, I think I would be suited to an office that is made to serve you.

I understand that I am rather new in comparison to most of my competitors, but I've proven myself to be very adaptable. I come from an era without any of these modern technologies, and yet I am speaking to you today from this marvel of science. And, more importantly, I am dedicated to learning all I can about each of you to better understand the difficulties faced by us in this world; both individually and as a community. Many of you have seen my efforts in that regard already, so you will know that it is no empty promise.

My intent, should I be selected as your Ambassador, is to be your voice, first and foremost. It's true I have many of my own goals, but an Ambassador—any leader or ruler should be the realization of the will of their people. [ Here, her smile fades into a look stoic commitment. ] Should you have any concerns or desires apart from my own, I will do all in my power to make them heard. That is my promise to you.

[ With that moment of intensity out of the way, the smile returns. She even relaxes in her chair. ]

Next, as I have said previously, I would like to focus on strengthening our own community. I have seen much talk of native and imPort relations, and I believe that is an important issue to address, but I would first like to build the sense of connection and unity within our own community. I believe that as we come to understand each other and the many, many different worlds that we hail from, we will be better able to decide how we would like to connect to natives as a whole. Even more, if we are a united front in our requests and demands to the government, I believe we will have even greater successes. I had planned to tackle this issue in my current role as Multi-Cultural Events Coordinator, but I believe I can do even more as Nonah's Ambassador.

As for concrete plans, I can say that I will work to establish a system of support for unregistered imPorts. If the government will force us to register with them to access the full extent of their aid, then I will ensure there is an alternative within Nonah.

I also have strong objections to the way we are branded upon arrival, and will fight against the practice. [ There's a brief, sour twist of her mouth. ] It reeks of ownership, and it is no help to our relationship with natives to have us so blatantly marked as "other." This issue I think will be the most difficult to address, but I will do my best to make the American government see reason about it.

Now I'm sure that I've talked for long enough, so I will leave it at that. I do, of course, welcome any questions that you have for me.

applewatcher

[He's not looming over the communicator. Not intentionally, at any rate, his bemused expression should make that clear. After a moment, he adjusts it to a more respectable angle. The thing looks like a mirror again, he can see a miniature picture of himself. And those little symbols signify he's...?]

Aha. Finally. I hope the other three attempts didn't work. If they did, my apologies. I'm not familiar with the workings of this... [He settles on a word] device. It's been quite the menace all morning.

To introduce myself: I am Lucien Lachance, [he smiles, slowly easing into a more relaxed baritone,] and as you can no doubt guess, I am very new here. I would like to learn more about my new neighbors, this fascinating new world... everything, really.

[His smile falters, though his voice remains smooth. Why hide that some of the cheerfulness is forced?] Especially regarding how long we might expect to stay here. I'm sure it's a wonderful adventure for a little while, but... Well, I am a family man. I must confess, I miss them already. I'm sure many of you here know that feeling. Any advice on how to make the most of all of this in spite of it would be most appreciated.

I look forward to getting to know you all.

accelerate

[ in a bid to try and remember the memories he has lost to flashpoint — a realisation our fast hero hasn't had yet — barry turns to the realm of fandom. what better way to jog his memory than to write some fic? isn't that what the therapists told a young bartholomew allen? (he doesn't know. this isn't his first piece of memory fan fiction.) ]

[ this graces the network in the middle of the night. ]

UN: BEARY

The air crackles with golden electricity. Slick with ice is the street the Flash skids along, easily pulling himself to a confident standing position despite the ice on his shoes and the slightly poor finish to his run.

Captain Cold stands before him, Cold Gun in hand. His parka covers most of his face, and his goggles are as blue as the fabric. "Hello, Flash," he purrs.

"Captain Cold," the Flash says, a little respectively. "What brings you out so late?"

Captain Cold almost shrugs. "I was bored," he drawls. "The nighttime circuit around here isn't as fun as it used to be."

"You can blame your friends for that," says the Flash. He stand with his hands on his skinny hips, face a blur when the captain studies him.

Captain Cold's lips twist. "Want to have some fun, Flash?"

The Flash shakes his head. "No thanks. I've had enough fun for today."

"Oh well," Captain Cold almost pouts. "Save a dance for me next time. I've got my best dancing shoes on."

"And best dance floor," The Flash nods toward the thin layer of ice on the street.

It's now Captain Cold shrugs. "Call it practice. Giving to the poor what they want."

"And what's that?"

"I'll tell you later," he smirks. "During our next dance."

The Flash doesn't look displeased. Glancing at the Cold Gun and then back at Captain Cold, he nods his head, knowing that this is it.

"See you around, Captain." The Flash doesn't take off immediately, glancing at the Rogue who is almost like a friend. With another respectful nod, he's zipping along the street, a little clumsily on the thin ice as he disappears into the night.

Captain Cold watches him go with a little smile.

cadbane

From what I've observed of your fiction, humans put aliens into two categories. Either they are violent invaders or they are so superior and intelligent that all of their tech is way beyond your human brains and it makes Earth look low and aggressive in comparison. Either way, somebody is blasting the other.

Is this what the majority of you believe about us?

Yes, some of you would have clearly noticed that I'm not human and not hiding that fact is sometimes a risky proposition. Case in point... what I already said.

Not every alien fits into those two boxes.

Personally, what are your views about aliens?

diamonds_are_forever

[Emma is perfectly coifed, as always, and wearing a white cabled sweater. She sits in front of a fireplace, like some kind of super late Christmas card. She even has a mug next to her, but it's coffee rather than hot chocolate.]

Things certainly are interesting here. I'm surprised that I find diamond appraisal somewhat amusing. It is, however, not satisfying. Unfortunately, my business partner has been deported, so to speak, and I find myself facing an uncomfortable fact.

I'm completely without the professional requirements to teach here. Empire State doesn't even exist here, so even if I had my diploma it would be worth less than the paper it's written on. It's rather frustrating.

However, I'm not one to let something like that stop me. There are no official regulations regarding the training of ImPorts in the use of their potentially new and unfamiliar powers. Which, luckily, was my focus when I was teaching.

Which leads to the obvious next question. Is there a need for this? Do any of my fellow ImPorts require assistance with their powers, or acclimating to this place and time?

gentrify

[ Greetings, friends. Remember when Mickey said he was selling guns? Yeah, he's still doing that, but now, with a building and less so out of the trunk of his car, PLUS one (1) actual employee. So here he is, in said building, walls behind him lined with weaponry and sundries. ]

You wanna know what really says "I love you and I give a shit if you get capped on some sketchy gangland corner of Maurtia Falls" for Valentine's Day?

[ wait for iiiiit ]

A gun.

[ Or knife, or machete, or sword. They've started carrying some swords too, because they know some of you are ancient fucks and can't handle the idea of catching up to the rest of the world, so there should be some wall in the background with gear more that speed (the speed of a horse drawn carriage). Anyway, back to his sales pitch. ]

Yeah, I know you're all superheros and shit, but some of you fuckin' suck at it, and some of you got the crap end of it with bullshit powers like, I dunno, talking to squirrels or some Disney princess crap. Is a fucking squirrel gonna keep your girlfriend, boyfriend, side piece, whatever from getting mugged? Hell no. [ This place is ridiculous and he hates it. ] Point is, we got Valentine's Day sales going on over here at Southside M&G Armory, so come by and pick up a piece at discount prices.

[ Mickey's about half way through giving the address for the shop (somewhere in Heropa, handwave, la de da), when the distinct hiss of a spray can coming from somewhere off to the side draws his attention, both his attention and the camera of his phone turning in it's direction. There stands: Carl Gallagher, at the sales counter, spray painting a shotgun pastel pink, with a couple others in red and white and purple lying nearby. It's seasonal, ok? ]

Goddamnit, Gallagher, I told you to do that outside, dumbshit! Do your brain cell murder huffing on your own time, away from my merchan--

[ aaand the video cuts. apparently this ad is over. ]

h2no

[there's a lot of things archie wants to say. should say. needs to say. he spends 2 hours working on a text broadcast to explain everything that happened, trying again and again when nothing comes out how he wants it. eventually, he just sends what he has.]

sorry

[#nailedit]

devoutish

[Alfie doesn't appear onscreen - instead, the camera is directed at two dogs, who are sitting in his living room. He zooms in first on one, then the other. Both are alert, interested, and curious - they're in a new place! They want to explore! But they were told to sit nicely and be filmed, and being the good doggos that they are, they're doing it.]

These dogs, their owner has fucked off home, and so I've adopted them. From what I've heard, there were a great number of dogs in the house they came out of, so who's got the rest of 'em, then? I thought that being the social and loyal creatures that they are, they might benefit from seeing their old mates every so often. Better for their, you know, canine mental health and such. Yeah.

[The first dog stretches forward and sniffs the camera, giving everybody a nice close-up of his doggy nose.]

Digby, back, back--

[Alfie's hand appears to give him a gentle shove, saving the screen from potential slobber.]

Right, then - my other question was, do pet shops of a reasonable size exist? Yeah, I know, this is America, this is the future, you've got to go over the top with everything - but this PetsMarket place is the size of a large warehouse. Eh? It's fucking unnecessary. Something manageable, that would be better. Something that isn't a chain store; those are always the worst of the bunch. Thank you.

restingstitchface

Did I ever tell you what the hardest part of going straight is?

Trying to remain on the right side of the law when every single person around you wants you to keep breaking it. All those sayings you pontificate on. "He's bound to have done something." "Once a criminal, always a criminal." "Don't do the crime if you can't do the time." If I were to say I have served my time, what would you say? Think about it.

Better yet, why don't we widen our net? I've spoken to Mick Rory about this. And he is so a man we can admit is a nicer individual than I. We talk about a great deal, the two of us, and let me tell you; having his past smeared across his face time after time, years after the crime, is more discouraging than he can articulate. This is the cheerless truth he's kept from you; it's a rare thing he's found someone who genuinely wants him to succeed.

Well, I'm sure he'd say this to you were you to ask politely, anyway.

I just don't think it's very conceivable you'll let him move on. Let's face it, you're punished once in prison, and then over and over again for the remainder of your life. Except Mick's getting a bit long in the tooth for it now, if you ask me. He might just snap or beat someone. Or set their lawn on fire, I think? On the bright side, maybe he'll just rob a bank.

I'm serious. You just can't let him live in peace, can you? You're gunning for him to mess it up. You're throwing out all the signals. It's pretty obvious. How do I know? I've seen it before.

crawfordstone

[ The scene is unnecessarily dramatic. Dark brick wall behind him. Standing right at the edge of a harsh pool of yellow light cast by a street lamp. Is he smoking, or is that just his breath clouding from the cold? The answer is both, the ember of his cigarette visible in the shadows.

In truth, he's just near the train station in Nonah, stopped for a smoke, and decided it was time to make himself known on the network. Pure chance, really.

When he speaks, it's with hard, gruff, New Yorker accent. ]

So what's the fuckin' secret? How do we get out of this dump and back to where we're supposed to be?

[ He hasn't been around the Porter cities at all since he arrived and he kind of missed the Swear In. Because he was making very bad choices in a certain city further north. And he may have spent most of today yelling at government people.

But he might be coming to terms with things. Slowly. ]

bypasser

[Otabek doesn't use the network very often, other forms of social media even less. He's come to realize that it can be a useful tool if someone is: bored, curious, or seeking specific information. In his case, the first led to the second which resulted in the third.]

Hello, everyone.
This is not a serious issue, but if you have time to spare, please respond.

[There, now that's settled.]

It's called the Five of Anything.
I'll have a list below and you pick something, or more than one.
Then tell me. If you see someone with similar tastes, tell them.

[If anything, maybe himself or someone else will come out of this with new friends.]

- favorite novels
- favorite scary movies
- worst movies that you've ever seen
- favorite flowers
- favorite vegetables
- favorite dinners
- foods you'd prefer not to eat again
- cities you'd most like to visit
- countries you want to see
- favorite TV shows
- most disliked things
- favorite animals

[ooc: feel free to threadhop and stuff in this post!]

yol8

[Hey, this guy looks new. Looks like just your average sort of dude, too, except for the laurel tattoos. Oh, and his eyes are kinda bloodshot, like he hasn’t slept in a while. But his smile is gentle and friendly.]

Feeling kinda like Rip Van Winkle right now, so I'm going to just keep working past that. Name's Dionysus, and yeah, that Dionysus of that Pantheon.

[And here, he links like every form of popular social media account- Bwitter, BlueTube, Rumblr, and Instagrahm. And then he also links a few more obscure social media sites. Point is, he’s got it all.]

I’m thinking about keeping my scene a little more underground for a while. Don’t worry though. If you want in, you’ll get in.

fireandhoney

[The video at first has an image of a grey-skinned elf upside down. The image is quickly turned rightside up. In addition to the grey skin, his eyes, both the iris and sclera, are red, and he has blue markings tattooed on his face. When he speaks, he has an accent that most would recognize as English.]

Okay, I think I got it. I don’t know how, but I got it!

Ahem, anyway. My name’s Finn, and I happen to be the Dragonborn. That means I have a dragon’s soul and I can kill people by yelling at them. Breathing fire, ice, that sort of thing. I would demonstrate, but I don’t want to spend all day fixing any holes in the wall or putting out a fire.

Anybody know where I can get some art supplies? Pencils, parchment, that sort of thing. Better yet, where can I get some tea and honey? Tell me this world has honey.

cutthegoofs

[the video cuts to this face, which doesn't seem particularly pleased. he has a cockney accent when he speaks somewhat dryly.]

So, bit of a problem with all this- and by all this I mean this ah... mystery realm, let's call it. Earth? Earth. Not connected to the Astral Plane, is it! I think. Or I'm not, which-

[there's what's clearly a wolf whistle in the background, and camera turns enough to show he's at a cafe and some pair of people in the distance go 'hey there goth guy!' kravitz turns the camera back to himself with a :| face and ignores this]

Which is a wee bit of a problem. I have a theory, this is some sort of purgatory dimension and all that 'please get me out of here' wishing I was making was some monkey's paw bullshit- pardon my cockney.

[he sighs as those cat callers probably waggle their eyebrows.] If only this was a big goof.

rideofthefearlings

[ Pitch's voice is smooth, and sounds practiced like he's familiar with oration for others; the tone is conversational, but still a touch sly. ]

I find it interesting that the term used to denote those who arrive here - imPorts - inherently implies that they are foreign things that are unequal to those who are born to this world.

Thus I am curious: would any here have chosen, if had been given the chance, to remain unknown to the populace and to live as if you'd always been here? A false life in a false home... and yet still, it seems as if that would be preferable for some who have arrived here.

Of particular consideration to any who've wondered about the place of imPorts in this world: where do you believe this world would be, if imPorts had not begun arriving when they did? Would this world be better off, or worse? Has the presence of imPorts calmed tensions, or inflamed them?

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[ OOC: Please take a peek at his permissions for whether your character might be able to hear Pitch speaking, or if this will seem like an "empty" feed and he'll switch to text, thank you! ]

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