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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.

abandon_hope

[ The video shows an incredibly gangly young man in a black aviator's jacket and dark clothing. Black and skulls are all the rage for this kid, and he tops off the aesthetic by having a long, black sword in view of the camera, albeit set off to one side. He could be intimidating, perhaps ... if not for the array of miniatures also set in front of the camera. Nico is just a big ol' nerd.

He's slightly red when he addresses the camera; the color looks odd on his pallid cheeks. ]

My name's Nico di Angelo. [ A beat. His eyes track offscreen; he's clearly reading off a notecard of some kind. ] I'm a half-blood - or a demigod, whatever you want to call it. Son of Hades. [ Better to get that out of the way now before making this kind of request. ] I was here a while back, so if you met me before I'm the same guy. And ... um ...

[ Gods, just get on with it. Why is it so hard to ask such a simple question? ]

Does anyone want to get a roleplaying campaign together? I - er - I'm mostly familiar with Myths and Mazes, but I can build stuff for any kind of d20 based system. I like making up that kind of stuff. I've got three people so far but I can take up to three more.

brushoff

[ Dorian's sitting down on a small, jet black armchair, tucked in the corner of an all too busy bedroom. There's a bookshelf stacked to the brim with books to the left and a medium sized oil painting hanging on the wall, a Romantic seascape with more emphasis on the clouds than the water, clouds painted in dark, stormy, gray brushstrokes. Dorian gives the camera a small nod, then starts to read from a book, in an even, measured tone, perfect for audiobooks. ]

"It was the strangest book that he had ever read. It seemed to him that in exquisite raiment, and to the delicate sound of flutes, the sins of the world were passing in dumb show before him. Things that he had dimly dreamed of were suddenly made real to him. Things of which he had never dreamed were gradually revealed." [ There's a pause, while Dorian flips the pages and continues reading. ]

"'I am so sorry, Harry,' he cried, 'but really it is entirely your fault. That book you sent me so fascinated me that I forgot how the time was going.' 'Yes, I thought you would like it,' replied his host, rising from his chair. 'I didn't say I liked it, Harry. I said it fascinated me. There is a great difference.'"

[ Dorian closes the book, as he looks to the camera. There's a hint of a melancholy tone in his voice as he continues—somebody's obviously been lost in memory. ] Words written by Oscar Wilde—today's his birthday, by the way. Wear a carnation and take some absinthe in his honor. But the words of the post aren't what I want you to think about: the content is.

Let's talk about books, network. What's your favorite book? Or perhaps your favorite author? And, if those are questions you simply can't answer, what's your favorite genre? And finally, has there ever been a book that so captivated you the way the one Oscar wrote about captivated me?

ursawhiner

[The video opens up on a familiar attic, with everyone's favourite nerd waving at the camera. For some reason there's what looks like a dummy with its arms raised and a sheet over it. Spooky?]

Hey, everyone! Dipper Pines again. It's October now, which means a bunch of things. Like... pumpkins! Big piles of leaves! Fake skeletons everywhere! I mean, along with the real ones. That... everyone has. Never mind.

Anyways, I'm here to talk to you about ghost protection. Things can get kind of spooky during October but if you're prepared, you won't have anything to worry about. You can focus on costumes and candy corn and... mid-terms. Maybe? Do any imPorts go to college?

First thing! This is a classic supernatural deterrent that you should already have on hand: salt. Basically you just kind of put in a circle around whatever you want to protect from demons or whatever. I don't think it works for really strong ones, but it'll keep most things out. Plus you can just buy the kind you use for salting your driveway.

If you already have a ghost inside your house, the best thing you can try is to trap it in a silver mirror. That part's pretty you just kind of-- [At this point, Dipper makes a sucking sound.] To get rid of it, there's a ritual and stuff. I'll put uh, a link at the bottom. Don't break the mirror or let the ghost talk its way out. For real. You might get turned into a tree.

Okay and seriously, don't do a seance. Ghosts are really annoying and talking to them doesn't do much, plus you're probably just going to end up with more. Silver mirrors are expensive!

That's pretty much it! Let me know if you have any questions, and avoid cursed doors. They either lead to another plane of existence or it's just instant death. You'll know them when you see them.

butterflyforawhiteguy

[ The video feed goes live to a view of a blank wall that would look very much like every living room wall in the Heropa government housing block, if not for the fact that it has recently been painted an eye-searing shade of fuchsia. There's the sound of a computer mouse being double-clicked, then an ominous, suspenseful song begins to play. The sound of maniacal laughter overwhelms the music, and the video feed jostles and then is panned up in an awkward selfie angle to reveal a middle-aged man with truly impressive eyebrows… dressed in a butterfly costume. ]

BOW DOWN FOR YOUR NEW LEADER, THE MMMMMIGHTY MMMMONARCH!

[ He laughs maniacally again, then stops to clear his throat. ]

Seriously, you had all better be bowing right now. For you are now under the control of the Monarch! This world's feeble, useless government has clearly teleported me here to rule you. Even if they did stick me with the world's stupidest cover gig. Seriously, who thought a fucking day job was necessary? I'm not even going to dignify that with my presence.

No! The Monarch is above such petty nonsense as a 9-to-5! The only job I will devote myself to is arching DOCTORRRRR VENTURRRRE.

[ He breaks into cackling again. ]

...But, uh. First I'm gonna need some henchmen. I mean, obviously. How the hell am I supposed to arch without henchmen? So I'm having an EVIL EMPLOYMENT FAIR in the, uh— [ He glances at a piece of paper. ] The gymnasium at Heropa Middle School. Seriously? What the fuck, they could've at least put me in the high school! Do these people even know who I am? I'm the fucking Monarch, not some… Eagle Scout master!

Whatever. You're all expected to come pledge your allegiance to your new lord and master and pick up your uniform. And if not enough suitable applicants show up, I'll… I'll… I'LL KIDNAP SOME!!

[ There's more evil laughter before the feed cuts out. ]

pummelgranite

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Inquire by falling to your knees screaming in tongues and ripping out your hair, replying to this posting, or DMing Constantine

pummelgranite

[ By now the videos of Persephone's spontaneous debut and the party it incited have been making the rounds on social media to deeply polarized reviews, from "listening to her song cleared my sinuses, watered my crops, and touched up my roots, made me a lesbian. life changing 12/10 would lose my shit again." to "Literally a hoax. I went and she wasn't even singing. BULLSHIT IMPORT BRAINWASHING" to rumors that it was all a distraction to cover up a robbery, or start a cult, or ruin the ethics of music journalism.

But it's hard not to be at least a little charmed by a confused crowd losing their minds with delight at a row of dancing skeleton backup dancers. What's more it's hard not to deny that it's a catchy fucking song, fo all that the lyrics are gibberish. The fandom call for more was loud. ]

So, someone gonna book me for a real gig and get a cut, or will I just be charging the adoring public to come get shitfaced in a hole in the woods with me? Either way works for me.

stubble

[ By now, Cullen has figured out the different settings on his phone. Not all of them, but the ones involved with making posts to the network. Thank the Maker for that, because trying to write messages on the bloody thing is a trial and sometimes he just doesn't have the patience for it.

He's sitting on the porch, mostly just his head and shoulders—the latter clad in a simple t-shirt—visible in the video. The bland side of his house makes up the background. Not visible is his mabari, sprawled out at his feet. ]

Pardon the intrusion—[ Using the phone is one thing. Network etiquette is still rather nebulous to him. ]—but I wondered if anyone might have some advice on where I might locate a proper job.

[ His relatively neutral expression dips into a disapproving frown. ]

My current duties are ridiculous and wholly unrelated to my talents. [ The frown smooths out. ] I was the general of a rather large army and have been a soldier for the majority of my life. As a child, I grew up on a small farm. I'm accustomed to being active and prefer it to more idle occupations.

[ He drums the fingers of his free hand against the arm of his chair. He has no idea the protocol for ending communications of this nature. ]

Thank you for your time.

[ Eh, that's good enough. ]

pummelgranite

[ This time there's no movement in the background. She's reclining on what seems to be a throne of flowering greenery, and a smattering of animal bones. ]

Head count, who's dead? No, wait, actually- who's died.

Also, anyone got any spare human skulls you're looking to move? I'll take other skulls too if they look cool enough, or whatever.

maskormods

THE MAJORITY REPORT: JANUARY 10TH, 2016

GOOD TO BE SELFLESS
As seen initially on all major news networks, then on the RSS feeds of news sites:
The gala event of the season was sixty-five million years in the making. Sorry, that's 3.5 billion. The history of life on Earth was on display at De Chima, featuring appearances by some of prehistory's most famous faces. But it was a real, baby T. rex that stole the show, and the hearts of those present. Funds raised by the event benefitted SELF, a new organization providing help to non-humans.

HE'S GOT GAME
As seen on Lulzfeed, Rumblr, BlueTube, everywhere!:
Do you follow Agito and Hiro? Do you like twenty-four hours GAMING LIVESTREAMS? DO YOU SUPPORT CHARITY? Then good news! Agito and Hiro, technologically savvy imPorts, have already played to fundraise (a la Extra Life) on the 1st to raise money for the Heropa Health Clinic.

WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE
As seen on reporting from national news television, international news cycles, newsprint, amateur BlueTube videos mostly of the green fog descending, botanists discussing the jungle that had replaced Heropa:
Crisis had struck dear Heropa on the day of January 2nd 2016. We thought we could at least have some relative peace in the new year but it only took one day before an incident struck. On the 2nd imPorts were alerted to another imPort causing trouble. What appeared to be a criminal running a rampage turned far worse. A heavy green fog would roll in that day and consume all of Heropa. Many of the citizens and some of the local imPorts were lost inside the fog but the fog was not the only unwelcoming and ominous thing that took place.

When the fog lifted Heropa no longer stood the marvel that we all knew. Instead a jungle took it's place and one can only describe it as a frightening sight. Clearly the work of an imPort had been at hand. Only but a few hours later did we receive a video that revealed the cause of the jungle landscape, one that we dare not show. In short, it had turned out that someone we thought a hero was merely wearing a mask to hide darker intentions. Many would know him as a sprightly character from fiction, one we all grew up with and loved, but instead has proven to be more sinister than we realized. His name, is Peter Pan.

Many imPorts gathered to the edge of the Jungle to thwart whatever spell he had cast and didn't return for four days. On the sixth of January on lookers outside of what could be considered Peter Pan's twisted Neverland saw a golden light spread out from the center of the jungle and like it had never happened, Heropa stood once more.

The locals who had been trapped in Neverland had this to say. "We were trapped, not just inside there but in our own heads. We didn't remember anything about ourselves, but this warped nightmare we were made to think we lived. I don't remember much of it but it was just horrible. The things I saw, the things I did..."
More people commented that it was like some mass brainwashing, that made them do Pan's bidding or worse: be his play things for his brainwashed mass. It can only be described as insidious. Formerly cursed witnesses had said some people had actually died inside the jungle, though the proof of that is still unclear. Ongoing investigations are looking into finding some of the missing people that were inside Pan's Neverland.

In related news, officials believe that in a string of kidnappings that have happened in Maurtia Falls was done by none other than Pan himself. Care takers of some of these children often commented that before the victim was taken they would often speak of a figure playing pan pipes, something that Peter himself is known for. There is no trace of these missing children yet but we are assured that they will be looking into this.

We are still looking from comments from the brave imPorts who thwarted such an evil but we remain here to ask; Where is Peter Pan now? Is he alive? Do we have to fear another curse?

OUT OF YOUR SIGHT
As heard on international air waves:
The girl that Moscow claimed to be Lachesis is now missing.

OUT OF YOUR MIND
As seen in the 24-hour national news cycle:
Moscow has been issuing threats against imPorts. They claim that unnamed imPorts have made attempts against the native human they claim to be Lachesis, and now they have finally succeeded in their plot. The Secretary of State to the US has issued this statement: "Moscow does not have Lachesis, and our imPorts have made no move against this fable. This is but base propaganda intended to spark tension."

But word from Moscow is adamant. ImPorts will pay.

CODE SWITCH
The Homeland Security Advisory System has moved from PLUM to STYGIAN BLUE because of Pan's antics. Thanks, Pan.

WANT TO SUBMIT TO THE MAJORITY REPORT?
The Majority Report comes out the 10th and 20th of every month. You may find details and submit here. The cut-off time is 12:01 AM PST on the 9th and the 19th for the corresponding dates.

laruetheday

[ The video feed clicks on and reveals an extreme close up of an extremely pissed off Clarisse, who scowls down at her communicator, messing with the various buttons. After a couple seconds, she figures out how to zoom out. ]

This is how people are communicating now? Seems like more trouble than it's worth, if you ask me.

[ Which nobody did, but too bad! She has bigger fish to fry, so to speak. ]

Whatever. Listen, if there are any teachers watching this, I'm just letting you know that I'm not going to be attending your stupid mortal school. So don't bother sending someone after me about that. You think I'm scared of your truant officers? Yeah, right.

[ The feed clicks off! … Then immediately back on. ]

Oh, but I'll do the job you gave me, though. Probably.

[ The feed clicks off! … And then on again! She's getting the hang of this thing! Kind of. ]

One more thing. Let me know where the best sword fighting arena is. If there isn't one, I guess I can hit up a gym, but an arena is better.

[ A FINAL CLICK, and she's gone again. Not even a thank you. ]

dormition

Hi. I'm awake again.

I keep missing class, but they still want me to apply for university. Is anyone else a senior this year?

What has everyone else been up to?

Riku, do you want to coordinate our costumes for the masquerade? We can get something from the store I work at.

matadorable

[It's hard to type with little stone fingers, so he's trying to use the voice function for the first time.

Too bad he accidentally activates the video option instead. And also makes this public. Oops.

The communicator shakes, and though the image isn't entirely clear, anyone watching can see couple of dark sockets with glowing pupils and what appears to be a skull with ornate carvings and distinctive hair. Sunlight spills through what seem to be leaves in the background, and it's obvious the person on the screen is crouched down somewhere, trying to hide. He's not looking directly into the camera.]

Hey. Joaquin. It's me, Manolo. So, uhhh...[How do you even put this.]

Funny story! You know how I said my powers were music-based? That's actually half of what I can do. I can also do something else. I think it keeps me from dying, which as far as powers go? Not a bad one, if I do say so myself! [Because he's already dead in this form, but like hell he's going to say that, hah hah hahhh.....

Maybe if he sounds upbeat enough he can bullshit his way through this.]

The only downside is that people shouldn't see me. Don't ask why, it's just...a power thing, you know? So maybe you could come down here with, like, a...sheet? Just toss it in my general direction, and we'll be good to go. Everyone will think I am dressed as a ghost. Perfect disguise, yes?

[He is grinning really hard and hoping all this optimism and false confidence will be enough. But then he notices something and now he's looking at the communicator like it just ran him through with a sword.]

Oh no...

[Oh yes. And now everyone can see exactly what this power actually is. Good job, Manny!]

timeshares

[So shortly after the events of two idiots breaking into a military base. One of two said idiots finally gets enough mental dead ends on the questions that very expensive failure left them.

The kid looks quite a bit more peevish than the last time he took to a video addressing the network as a whole. And now seems to be taking to long sleeve shirts.]

So, quick riddle.

For those of you are familiar with the stories of Lachesis in this world, if she's not in the Porter, got any guesses as to who is?

((OOC: Both Nico and Luke will be answering this one!))

htespagheti

( If you want to read this entry without Papyrus font, it is HERE. If you would like to opt out of Papyrus font for your threads, it is HERE.)

[Looks like someone settling in nicely! Papyrus turns on the camera and adjusts his cape before adopting the absolute smarmiest smile possible. Skeletons are always smiling, you say? Well he's smiling even more than that.]

GREETINGS, HUMANS! MY NAME IS PAPYRUS. THE WAIT IS OVER! YOU DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE WAITING FOR ME, BUT YOU WERE!

YOU MAY HAVE NOTICED I AM NOT A HUMAN! GOOD OBSERVATION!! YOU HAVE A KEEN EYE! I AM IN FACT............. A SKELETON!! (THAT'S A KIND OF MONSTER.) BUT DON'T BE AFRAID! I'M HERE TO BE A SUPERHERO... INSTEAD OF CAPTURING HUMANS TO POPULATE THE DUNGEON!

IT'S KIND OF A SHAME... I'M A DAB HAND AT FURNISHING JAILS. I'LL JUST HAVE TO FIND SOMEWHERE ELSE TO SET OUT SQUEAKY BONES AND KIBBLE FOR GUESTS????

I EVEN ALREADY HAVE A CAPE. PRETTY LUCKY THAT I WAS WEARING THAT WHEN I SHOWED UP, BECAUSE I DEFINITELY DON'T HAVE IT ON EVERY SINGLE SECOND OF THE DAY, WITHOUT FAIL.

puppydoctor

[It would be really, really nice to just go one day without a reminder that none of this is normal. Like a patient noticing the glowing tattoo and looking uncomfortable. Or having a full-blown panic attack on the way to work, just because a bus passed him by.

Or a bedpan filling itself up with hot coffee on his last day of work as a nurse.]

It turns out "infinite coffee" is somehow the actual most annoying superpower ever.

[There's a shuffle and the sound of water running. He's attempting to get the worst of the coffee off of the stain, while the scalded skin underneath quickly heals itself. Another reminder.]

What's the policy on disappearing into anonymity here? 'Cause I just wanted to rest in peace, not live out a comic book. I don't even want Heaven after all this, Purgatory would be fine. I was a good Catholic kid.

[Until he stopped believing in God, committed adultery, and got divorced.]

I lived - live - to help people. I joined the army back home to help people, and that's all I want to do here, with my afterlife. But I'm tired. Death is tiring, and I just want to be Mr. Nobody who goes to work and comes home from work and gets a couple of drinks with his friends. I don't want to be a hero to anybody's world.

... But if I'm going to be, I need to know what the hell you tell yourself to keep going. I don't have anywhere to get back to. This is my only world now, and I don't know if that makes me part of it, or if I'll be an outsider forever, but I need to hear it. I know I'm not the only undead guy walking around without a purpose.

bindsthedead

For those of you who didn't go to Finland... I think you should be told about what occurred there, and what we learned.

[Attached are photos and short video clips of the wall, the construction robots building it, and the sticky yellow substance being flung over it, and billowing black smoke.]

That yellow substance is a new variety of neurotoxin, possibly called дружественный огонь... that wasn't manufactured in Russia, and is intended to cause paranoia- to make those affected turn on each other.

The soldiers were told that we were coming to invade them in an unprovoked attack- though most of them believed that we were Americans native though this world, who had gained powers due to scientific experimentation, so I'm not sure if the Russians genuinely believed that, or if it was just a lie they told to their soldiers.

But the fact remains, they thought we were going to come and invade- and thus, built the very wall we were sent to investigate.

[There's the sound of shuffling paper, as Sabriel clears her throat.]

Those are the facts. I have my own theories, of course- I can't help but wonder if our own hosts knew something they didn't tell us, and if the Go-Fors were responsible for the neurotoxin, since the Russians didn't make it themselves. But those are simply guesses- I have no proof, and it's entirely possible I'm wrong.

timeshares

[The young man on the video feed gives the communicator a casual, easy smile, only interrupted by a ugly scar running down his face. He's leaning on one elbow and looks for all the world as if this whole situation is really funny.]

So, from what I'm getting we're here to save the world from another part of the world and all that. I'm not gonna knock that; it sounds like a good deal.

It's just, you know, the file left out something really important to the whole do-gooder atmosphere: a superhero name. I know. You're probably as shocked as I am. That's everything with franchise rights. There's action figures at stake here. Card games! [Checks something on another screen, quickly.] And ... donuts, apparently.

Not that I've got any great ideas, but I'll take suggestions if you've got em.

ktfod

[Feed clicks on, and there’s a white, fluffy animal, all up in its grill, tail wagging and tongue hanging out, clearly excited to be the center of attention. Barely visible behind him are a few sets of feet, and finally the camera is lifted up to show the group: Minato, Ken, and Akihiko.]

It’s going-- go on with it. [Guess who doesn’t sound particularly excited- yep, it’s Shinjiro.]

[Like every time Minato has posted/been part of a post, he's staring directly into the camera with a blank expression, and says,] Hi. [Differently this time, there's two of his teammates standing next to him with Shinji manning the camera, although none of them look particularly excited to be there. They're an incredibly dour group, this selection of SEES, although Koromaru can be heard jingling his tags while scratching an itch with his leg.

Minato is also holding his communicator up like it's a microphone with all the aplomb of a karaoke champion.]

Today, we'll be educating you about something we've been fielding a lot of questions about. Ken-kun, could you hold up your Evoker?

Are you sure about this…? [But leader’s words are leader’s words, so Ken obediently pulls out the gun, a small silver pistol, and holds it up. He’s so short, is the camera catching this?]

It's okay, [says Minato, perfectly deadpan.] I'm his guardian. It's safe. … Because it's not a real gun. When we shoot ourselves, it doesn't fire anything. Please don't be alarmed. [His delivery doesn't get any less wooden as he goes on. Minato has definitely gotten sick of explaining this, no matter how patient he is every time it comes up.]

Are you just going to say it like that? We shoot ourselves? We’re trying to teach people about it so let’s just do it, they’ll see for themselves. [Akihiko cutting in with a good degree of annoyance in his voice. He’s not looking too keen about standing around here, not to mention it took Shinjiro forever to focus the damn camera on them.]

Yeah, like that’s way better. Just shoot yourself on camera and let everyone puzzle it out. Dumbass…. [It’s muttered quietly from off-screen behind the camera, almost like the worst director commentary in the world.]

What, did you say something? I’ll--

[Minato interrupts with a mild,] No flirting on camera. [Because he can't resist teasing them. It's way better than having to explain Persona again, that's for sure.]

[That comment gets the most startled look that Ken fails to hide before he looks at something above the camera like it’s the grossest thing ever. Sorry Shinji]

We’re not- tch. Here, lemme just do it. [Said as Akihiko’s the one taking out his Evoker now, but not to hold up and show. He’s quick to just put it up to his head--]

Sanada-san, no, we’re inside...

Huh? So let’s go outside then, doing it like this won’t prove anything to anyone.

Why the hell do you have to ‘prove’ shit…? [God they’re all idiots.]

[Minato belatedly decides to maybe act a little bit like a leader. Just a little.] We're Persona-users. When we shoot ourselves with special fake guns called Evokers, we summon something called Persona to defend us. So, don't worry about it. You don't need to ask me about it anymore.

[Beat.] If you have questions, ask them. [Minato leans over to hold the phone up to Akihiko like he's interviewing him with the mic.] This is Akihiko-senpai. He's been part of SEES the longest, except for Shinjiro-senpai. Ask them everything.

Are you seriously pawning this off on me? Wasn’t this your damn idea?! [Pissy.]

….And Aki is your choice for that?

Hey, fuck you! [More pissy.]

[Dryly:] Watch it, he just said no flirting.

[Meanwhile, Minato looks down at Ken.] I think they got it. Let's go get lunch.

[Ken looks to Akihiko, then grimaces at Shinjiro behind the camera, then turns to Minato with a sigh.] I don’t know if this counts as ‘they got it’ but… okay. I think I learned something today that I didn’t really want to know……..

[PSA concluded, the camera dips back down again-- and what do you know, it just so happens to land on the stylishly-dressed Koromaru. The bickering continues in the background, more muffled now, but the camera stays focused on the dog. Those especially perceptive viewers may even note that the dog has the same red armband as the rest of the group. It lingers for another half minute or so, watching the dog drag his ass on the carpet for a second, stretch, and then trot off. Film cuts.]

[Akihiko is red, Shinjiro is darker red, Minato is blue, and Ken is orange.]

bestsword

Okay. Public opinion poll because some people don't understand what protocol actually is.

Question one: can you call dibs on a house

[Distantly, in the background:] Yes, but that's not the fucking point!

And question two: do you think it counts when they aren't around for it if you write your damn name on it

[Still distant] No! The whole point of goddamn dibs is that someone is THERE TO HEAR YOU CLAIM IT!

I mean, usually there's the "there is no wrong answer" here but-

There is, and it's yours!

- shut the fuck up, Church - there is TOTALLY a right answer to this and I need to prove I'm right.

dreamshades

[Hey everyone, guess who's back? It's Peter and he still doesn't look like he's getting with the times any and changing his attire. Nope, still looks like he hopped right out of a fairy tale book.

Regardless, he's offering a smile to all, if a tad sympathetic.]

We've had a very depressing few weeks, haven't we? An event to bring unity and friendship between all imPorts and normal citizens alike only for our more seedier members to go and spoil the whole thing.

But, we have countless people making an effort to help put this behind us. Some through physical means others through word.

However, I feel I have not done my part to help alleviate people's tensions. So allow me to help with song.

[He's pulling out pipes now and raising his lips and then he plays. It's a cheerful little tune, nothing more nothing less and he does nothing to mask the sound magically to certain people. Everyone may hear it, but, some people may also feel it when the sound catches their ears.

The music will tug at heart strings, touching a far off happy memory lingering deep inside. A well of happiness just bubbling beneath the surface. Of course, it's only a suggestion in his magic. They can choose to ignore it, but why would you? It's been so dreary lately.

He has no target this time for his music, letting it's magic run a bit wild and see who it touches.

Otherwise you just hear pretty pan pipe music.

Clearly nothing sinister here. ]

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