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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.

queenofseers

[ Those familiar with Cassandra Igarashi will recall she rarely looks completely rested, but tonight she looks...especially bad. Close to a twitching eye bad. Something’s up, even moreso than usual. After taking a deep breath, she speaks: ]

Well, we’re all completely and absolutely fucking fucked. If any of you were wondering! Because it turns out that ARG bullshit wasn’t a gimmick! It turns out it was true, so let’s get ready to deal with even more cosmic bullshit fuckery! We actually bothered to look into this shit for once, and now we’re fucking...

[ She’s just rambling now. Even she realizes it. She puts her head in her hands. ]

Hey, Inanna, could you... [ She removes one of her hands and waves it around. ] Back me up? Please.

[ Inanna steps into view on the camera with an apologetic smile at the ready. Behind the smile, however, they really look no better than Cassandra. Their hair has begun to frizz, and there's tight lines of concern at the corners of their eyes. They shoot a quick, worried glance at Cassandra, take a deep breath of their own, and begin: ]

I… Alright, the first thing everyone needs to understand is we are seers—diviners. We, or at least I can't see the future, but we can divine information about people, places, things… Cassandra had the idea that we should look into Lachesis to see what we could learn, and…

[ The smile slips, and they look distinctly unsettled. It's a rare look for those who know them. ]

We couldn't find her. But we found her...sister. [ They rake their fingers through their hair, fraying the strands further. ] And we think she saw us.

I don't think we're…absolutely fucked. We don't know that. But we do know that this is really bad.

[ Cassandra picks her head up, but she doesn’t look happy to do so. She sighs audibly. ]

We’re at least mildly fucked, because this means that OTO knew Atropos- it’s fucking her, remember her?- was back in this world before any of us. And even if she’s just using them for whatever nefarious literal world eating plans she has right now...they’re at least in contact with her. As if them having a nuke wasn’t horrifying enough. [ She says that dryly, but also completely seriously. She’s practically about to collapse right now. ]

These plans people have to find the nukes on Mars...we need that, but we can’t have everyone on that. We need...contingencies. Defenses. Something. I don’t fucking know! But we can’t keep going on the way we are. That, I’m sure of.

[ She pauses. Behind her, Inanna is nodding in agreement along with her pleas. ]

And you’d better fucking believe us, I swear to fucking god.

[ ooc: Plain text is Cassandra, purple is Inanna/

purple_reign. In other words, Cass and Inanna did some divining to find Lachesis’ human form...and found out Atropos is in this world instead. Whoops!! See that link for further context. ]

notgood

[It starts off with a huge inhale, and then exhale. ]

Assuming- assuming this isn’t a… massive delusion, or a dream, or… I don’t know. A vision? This doesn’t seem like any of those, but who knows!

[His voice isn’t shaky, but there’s a nervous energy to his words. He’s trying to keep himself in check, but it’s only getting him so far, and he starts going off.]

Maybe I hit my head! Maybe that vampire bartender did strangle me to death! Maybe I’m dead right now, and this is the afterlife?

-No. The Norse afterlife wouldn’t have McDonalds, or WcDonalds, or whatever it is I just saw.

[He’s talking to himself, clearly. He knows it’s recording, but he doesn’t particularly seem to care right now. Another heavy sigh later, he turns on video.

He’s just an average looking guy. He’s wearing a nice, neat suit (pocket square included), has brown hair with a few grays. Nothing really stands out about him, except for the fact he’s settling his face in his hands in mental exhaustion.]

My cellphone isn’t working. So, Takara, Bastien, Tom, Keiko- if you’re here, and you get this, let me know.

baphlement

DISCOVER YOUR PATRON GOD* TODAY!
Give your answers to the following questions in the comments, and BAPHOMET will analyze your soulful results. Then we can chat about it! If you're a Pantheon god already and you take the quiz YOU CHEATER I reserve the right to all and any bullshit.

(1) WHAT IS YOUR PERSONAL LEGEND?
A. My dick, like a mythical tale, has been passed from mouth to mouth.
B. My legend is yet written.
C. Empathy & compassion.
D. I am feared and admired.
E. The fact that I owe answer to no one.
F. My own gorgeous reflection.

(2) WHO OR WHAT HAS GIVEN YOU YOUR POWER?
A. A generally healthy lifestyle and a little bit of good luck.
B. I derive power from my relationships with others.
C. I inherited it from a source of damnation.
D. I'm sad and powerless, boohoo.
E. My hopes, ambitions, & dreams.
F. Fuck you.

(3) HOW DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN YOUR FRIEND GROUP?
A. The smart one.
B. The pretty one.
C. The cool one.
D. The crazy one.

(4) DID YOU TAKE A WHISKY DRINK OR A VODKA DRINK?
A. Whisky.
B. Vodka.
C. Neither.
D. boTH.

(5) WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST FEAR?
A. Never reaching my full potential.
B. Being secretly hated by my loved ones & friends.
C. Crossing a rubicon that goes against my moral standards.
D. Losing out on adventure or meaning.
E. Dying alone.
F. Personality quizzes are stupid and fake and yet I, as massive hypocrite, took one anyway.

(6) FILL IN THE BLANK.
WE ARE THE _____________ , MY FRIENDS.

*Only applies to Pantheon gods, sorry Other Gods I Don't Know As Well.

sanguinespell

i don't know what's worse: this universe not having in-n-out, or how it's fucking impossible to find a good japanese restaurant around the porter cities. japanese imports, how many of us can cook, we need to figure that shit out??

i've been craving okonomiyaki for like a week. this is how i'm going to die. all because the east coast is garbage

bindsthedead

This is Sabriel. I'll try to keep this brief. [The tone is curt, informal, and a little baffled.] How much did I miss this time? Has anyone learned more about the OTO?

[And then, more to herself-]

I can't believe I was ported out and then in again.

pocketfulof

Calling all imPort teens in DeChima and beyond for a horror movie marathon at Hades (Thanks Persephone). Current selection provided by Akira, but uh...definitely feel free to bring your own!

Potluck on the snacks and soda--bring what you want or what you can. In reason and with a level of responsibility, please. Non-teens allowed if they behave B|!!!

[OOC: Log will be going up this Friday, to be posted by our Nico! Also, if you're curious: ghost lights.]

pummelgranite

so has anyone managed to shag their own double yet?
or doubles managed to shag each other I guess.

ETA: Vote Baal

fehus

[in three consecutive posts: a text post (if you could call it that)]

ffffffffffffflllllfllfllffflf;f;f;;;;;f;f;;;f;lflfflflflwafflefrieswafflefries
wafflefri
es wafflefries wafflefries

[a voice post (if you could call it that), in a familiar voice]

Idunn,idunn,,idunn,idunn -- [clackclackclack; caw, caw!] waff-awwwfuhhhh -- ckkk -- [clackclackclack]

[and then finally, a video post; (allegedly) "Magnus" "Chase," sitting mutely on a grey, drizzly beach in what is likely Heropa, covered in seagulls from head to toe. thing is, he doesn't look like much of a summer demigod, currently, skin pale and lips tinted a winter-blue, long blond hair frozen by a sheet of white ice down into his face. a raggedy tartan blanket coated with another sheet of ice sits only half-wrapped around his shoulders -- on each of which two fat seagulls are perched, cawing enthusiastically. the clacking noise from before appears to be coming from his teeth, and wide grey eyes appear to be trying to communicate what a chattering mouth or quivering fingers can't quite manage (though it might very well be that Magnus wants to eat waffle fries). that message might read, "anybody wanna help a brother out?" or simply the R-rated version of "Oh Bother." he manages a few grunts at the video, and a completely illegible attempt at ASL, before giving up on further communication]

[in contrast to the frozen winter zombie, a glowing golden sword is whizzing freely about in the air autonomously behind Magnus, chasing after the enormous flock of gulls, in what appears to be quite a lot of fun. whee!]

[what's with this incoherent whitewalker? this is the worst doppelganger yet!]

fervidclaret

So!!!

I know some of you are not human, and even the humans have extraordinary abilities! Ands so... I was wondering. If maybe someone's has some limbs they are willing to part with? Living, organic, non-native ones!

You see, I'm a doctor in the home dimension I came from, and work to develop pharmaceutical drugs! I'd love to do a little bit of science on imPorts to see if there is any non-nanomachine-based way to perhaps improve native abilities to heal.

[This is definitely not a thinly-veiled attempt to get his hands on non-human meat to see how it tastes and if he can even consume it.]

Doesn't need to be a limb, really. Any body part, preferably one you can easily replace.

pummelgranite

so that was a great big glass of shite-shake.
Everyone chronologically linear again? Great. Don't actually tell me if ur not.
Party @ My Place tonight. Imports can get in by following the abandoned blue line tracks north from Uptown Maurtia Station.
Make sure to travel with all your lights off or it'll fuck up my enigmatic magical bullshit.
also Bring Your Own Food, unless you want pomegranates.
by way of preview allow me to upload for you a song of my people

pocketfulof

Is it weird if a day on repeat makes you want a week-long nap?

[Mr. Sunshine looks like he could use one, honestly--if the bags under his eyes were anything to go by. He's pretty much been running 24/7--er 24/1 since this whole thing started. The only "rest" he's had is when the day hits the replay button, and he's pretty sure that doesn't count.]

I've been doing what I can to help out at the clinic, but...Look if anyone needs help and hasn't been able to make it there--or if you know someone that needs assistance--let me know?

...On another note, currently taking recommendations for good, strong coffee...

crimeboy

[Akira is not really. Equipped to stop a nuclear missile so he's been thinking and he should probably not just keep those thoughts to himself because that's how you freak yourself out.]

Hey so.

What if we're all reliving the same day because we're ghosts now and we can't move on, like in that one movie?

[Is that a joke??? Even he's not sure.]

areou

( you better bet the first thing she did upon arrival was test out her new powers. fucking finally. it's about time she got something cool out of being a demigod. so, you know, without bothering to check if anyone she knows is around, she'll just pop in on the network and see what's up. like the cool kids do. there are a couple undead confederate soldiers standing behind her, looking mostly confused because, let's be real, they've never seen a cellphone before. )

Alright, show of hands. Who here is a demigod? Bonus points if I don't know you.

( one of the soldiers clears his throat and a southern ma'am can be heard behind her. she turns her head, like she'd forgotten they were there and then suddenly remembered. she jabs a thumb over her shoulder. )

Oh, right. That's Jethro and his friend there is Tull. Those aren't their real names, but that's what I'm calling them. They're here to pay off their debt to Ares, so until they meet some horrible demise or I say otherwise, they work for me. They won't listen to anyone else, so don't even try.

( she salutes at the camera and the soldiers awkwardly follow suit. )

See you around, punks.

ripstides

[ when the feed comes on, there's nothing spectacularly special in the background. a vague cityscape. there's a young man with dark hair and sea-green eyes who somehow manages to sound serious and appear casual at the same time. ]

My name is Percy Jackson. [ boy, how many times has he said that in his life? too many. it feels like waaaay too many times. ] I’m from New York. And as much as I hate to be that guy that puts a personal ad up for everyone to see, I’m looking for some people.

One might even say a camp load of people. Maybe. I don’t know. Do people say that? [ percy, just…...stop. ] Okay, scratch that. Nobody in the history of the universe has ever said that.

[ he rolls his eyes, huffs a breath, and then presses on. like okay, i've got this. ]

I’m looking for one person. Does the name Annabeth Chase sound familiar to anyone? If it does (and she doesn't beat you to saying so), can you point me in the right direction? [ anyone that does know her may notice that he's wearing similarly fashioned camp beads around his neck. ]

One more thing before I go. It's only the most important question of your life. Humor me. [ he steps away for a second to grab something. two somethings. guess who has two hands and is now holding a little basket of onion rings in one and a little basket of french fries in the other? uh, this guy! yeah, he's kiiinda standing a ways back from the camera to manage this. ] French fries or onion rings? You can't say both. Both is cheating. Cheaters get hummus. Or brussels sprouts. [ he narrows his eyes. wait, no, hold on. he can think of something worse, like: ] Hummus and brussels sprouts.

[ he's totally going to eat both, but sure. solve the struggle. and for the record, no, it hasn't occurred to him to scroll a few entries back because fried deliciousness, that's why. ]]

sanguinespell

Is that how--yeah, okay.

[It's close to sunset and Nico is chilling in a graveyard in De Chima. Why? Because she's living her best life, that's why. And it's not that far off her usual route home.]

This thing isn't that different from the WizPhones, but muscle memory-- [She rolls her eyes.]

Whatever. Hi? I'm Nico, I'm new in town, and I've got this thing. [She holds up an intricate silver device with a gold ring at the top, hissing slightly as she activates it. Light crackles in the ring, and a four foot pole telescopes from the end of the grip. The extra length seems to be solid piece with no seams, from the looks of it. Weird.]

I had it back home, too, but I didn't know its name. Apparently, it's called the Staff of One. [If the dossier she read when she arrived is to be believed. She turns the Staff over in her hand, idly.]

Anybody handy with magic? I could use a hand figuring out what it can do.

[She's used it for some things, and seen it used for some others, but she hasn't exactly had extensive practice with the thing. Her mom would insist the Staff isn't magic, but whatever. She's kind of past caring what her mom says.]

If you don't have that--please tell me somebody in this world has taste and goth is still a thing. My wardrobe is looking pretty pathetic right now. [She twists her mouth to one side for a moment, thinking, before going on. May as well try it.] One more thing. Karolina, Gert, Alex, Molly, Chase--if you guys are here and seeing this, speak up.

[Yeah that'll work. Probably not.]

pillz

hey so when does someone deserve to die?

[an academic question from a serial killer and sometimes arsonist, don't worry about it.]

ambasciatore

Okay so... I've never had a job before. Cool, I guess.

[ There's a slight pause, before he scratches at the back of his head. He looks tired, rubbing at his eyes for a moment before he looks at the camera again.]

What's dinner theatre?

I've probably got more questions but let's start there. I need to figure out if it's more or less infuriating then fighting a giant statue of a naked Roman emperor.

beautiful_monster

Are these jobs the Americans give out for real? I thought after school coaches were all volunteers. Are people really going to pay for that?

Another question: what's the deal with America and Russia? Kind of doubt I'm going to get a straight answer out of these two.

[There's an image attached to the message—a candid shot of a pair of shameless lovebirds. Yurio can be seen at the very edge of the image looking decidedly unimpressed with them. Don't they know there are serious issues to discuss??]

pummelgranite

[ She doesn't show her face in this video. But the camera is facing a pomegranate resting in a well-manicured hand, so it's no big mystery who's morbid performance art the network is about to be subjected to. ]

So it's new years soon. 2017. Wow.

[ Does the fruit seem a little soft? Over ripe? ]

Made your resolution yet? Now pretend this will be your last New Years Eve. How's that resolution stand up?

[ It's obvious by now, the fruit is sagging in her hands, and a black spot of something is growing on one side. ]

No, more than that. Pretend it's someone you love's last New Years Eve. This'll be the last time they count down with the ball. Then they'll have their last bank holidays, their last birthday, last Halloween. Maybe they get another Christmas, but probably not. Maybe you should call this one the last, just to be safe.

[ As she speaks, the distending fruit splits up one rotting side, collapsing under its own weight. Remarkably blood-like juice runs down her hand and wrist. ]

How's your resolution now? Does it mean a fucking thing?

[ The flesh of the fruit itself is sloughing off now in disgusting clumps that splatter noisily on the unseen floor. ]

Death's coming. Not just for you, but for everyone you love.

[ When the whole thing is gone, she rubs her fingers together, feeling the viscous red slime the rotten fruit left behind. ]

Happy New Years. Memento-fucking-mori.

pummelgranite

[ It is time, once more, for the unwashed masses to be blessed by a missive from the high goddess of #Aesthetic. She is lounging on her throne of roots and bone, holly sprigs and mistletoe have been braided into her hair. It's all very seasonal. ]

We are now entertaining suitors for our step son, a strong and handsome demi-god. Would-be suitors must be male, with an effective age rang of 13-16. Must also be be steadfast in the face of darkness, death, and Hell itself. Come before the Destroyer if you would prove your worth.

No drummers.

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