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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.

lasersounds

[Lance, the king of posting in video, is not doing that today. For reasons. He definitely doesn't sound like his chipper self, that's for sure.]

It never stops getting weird, coming home and expecting people you know to be there--even if they've been Ported or never showed here in the first place. Really...hits hard in the homesickness sometimes.

[There's a pause, a heavy sigh.]

For anyone that knew him, Keith's been Ported out. Figured it's easier to just put it out there now that it's been a few days.

[He really doesn't know what more he should say. If there is more to say. He's seen plenty of posts like his, and one's asking about missing friends, but he's never really made one. There's a stretch of silence before he just...cuts the feed.]

thehawksnest

[The first few seconds of the video flicker wildly in brightness as the camera adjusts to the lighting. Clint is outside of his Official State Provided Barton Residence, doing his best to focus the camera on both himself, and the mailbox behind him. Said mailbox is open, and stuffed to the brim with enough condoms to make a college health department jealous.]

I have no idea if the folks behind this even use the network, but regardless, I'm not really even that mad. Honestly this is pretty impressive. It could be improved, of course, like I would have labelled it a "Male Box" or maybe added a wreath of dildos to the door. But yeah, good effort, 7/10. Also now I gotta throw out all of these condoms before the neighbors think I'm too suave.

carbonfrozen

[This shows up on the network at 5 in the morning, which is pretty late for a late-night shitpost but still too damn early for most people. Han Solo's sleep schedule is definitely fucked, though.]

what's a good gift for saying "congrats on making it a full year on Earth" and "sorry you've been stuck on this mudball a year" at the same time

do you give gifts for that or do we just all agree it's not a cause for gifts

divaricate

✖ OOC NOTE: Spoilers for MCU's Avengers: Infinity War will be in this post. If you're still avoiding spoilers, don't click the cut below. ✖

( you've got an appetite for wanting love — )

stretchy_girl

[The camera fumbles out for a bit before zooming in on a nervously smiling Gemini.]

Hi Network [she gives a little wave.] I've been looking around the interwebs here and I can't seem to find an imPort doctor, which seems like a big gap if one of us who's like an alien or something gets sick and the native doctors can't help. Are there any imPort doctors out there or is this not a problem?

[She'd quite like to make an appointment for a problem she's having but isn't going to say so on a network broadcast.]

Also, it's been three months now and my memories still haven't really returned, I've had a few flashes but nothing really concrete from my past and I'd really been hoping I'd remembe things by now. Does anyone know a good psychiatradoodle or maybe someone who reads minds who might be able to help me?

quickfingers

[You may remember this face from such similar setups as a halloween mukbang or 'i sat on a sky scraper', but today you're treated to the sight of Peter sitting down on his couch after slapping away a throw pillow and delicately nudging Rootbeer to move her lounging ass over so he can get comfortable. And more importantly: be center frame for what he's about to undertake. There's a stack of paper plates and he slaps one down silently in front of him while giving the lens the most blasé of looks.]

So. Series of events has just unfolded and I'm now undertaking not just one but two honorable challenges. I'm Peter, by the way? But uh, I was just talking to someone who was asking great questions for the sake of... science or okay, more specifically a civics poll, but she's inspired me to really test it out. For real. So. That's what I'm doing. Let's see if I die?

[Peter gestures with a plastic knife, letting it really punctuate his sentences for him. He's also unscrewing the lid off of a tub of peanut butter, spreading a gallop of it across a slice of bread. When he's done with that he wipes the excess off his knife and on to the edge of the table, letting Rootbeer lick it off, snorting at her snappy chop-licking expressions as she does so.]

But more insultingly, Odin says he doubts I can make it another twenty four hours without crashing. Clearly he doesn't know me well and I'm going to file for a wealthy divorce, but. I've been awake for a while. A long while. So what's another twenty four? That's where you come in, friends. I'm going to live stream the next twenty three hours and fifty three minutes live to you from my couch. Why watch, you ask? Well, I really don't know but I'm taking donations to buy more food and or I guess donate to local charities. More about that in a sec...

[He slaps two things into frame; a jar of pickles and a jar of mayo, respectively.]

The real duty you guys have here? Is to make the serious, important decisions for me. Like what do I put on this baby next? The pickles or the mayo? What other concoctions do you dare me to eat? Don't think I won't do it. Because I can and I will. The candy corn episode gave me a formidable amount of strength. And well, a great deal of control over my gag reflex.

violetnce

[Hello, everyone, here's your resident Psylocke -- or Betsy, or Bets, or whatever you call her -- back in action.]

Oh, bloody hell. This isn't what I meant when I was sending some friends to the astral plane to do some work. But I suppose one can't be surprised when it comes to the multiverse.

[Despite her words, she doesn't sound all that mad to be here, if the lack of anger in her Maldon accent isn't enough of a clue. Hair and irises as violet as ever, Betsy appears to be sunbathing on a rooftop, wearing grey short-shorts, and a violet sports bra.

Her phone is, of course, being levitated a few inches above her by her telekinesis.]

Anyway, enough of that nonsense -- [worrying about the Shadow King back in her world isn't going to do her any good in this one, now, is it?] -- who wants to fill me in on all the good bar fights I missed, or other interesting events of the past few months? It seems as though I was absent from this world for somewhere in the range of two and a half months, give or take some weeks. Last I remember, it was cold here.

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

selfconducts

[ The video that follows has production values of noticeably good-to-high quality; rather than simply record this with the communicator Baal's made use of the producer contacts Persephone introduced him to, since first impressions are everything, especially for a message like the one he's about to make.

As usual he's dressed sharply, gold chain and lightning bolt pendant standing out against the deep purple turtleneck he's wearing underneath the jacket of his red suit, and he's being recorded while seated on a pristine white couch in front of a black marble coffee table, one leg crossed over the other, clasped hands resting on his knee. Yes, he did put this beautiful room together within about a week of being here, what of it? Baal winks and then smiles warmly toward the camera, very poised and confident, though sincere. ]

H'lo. No doubt most of you won't have heard of me yet, but I can promise that'll be changing very soon. They call me Baal, which may tell you-- [ He cocks his head slightly. ] Yes, I'm a god. And yes, I fully intend on living up to the name by running in the upcoming De Chima Ambassadorial elections. If I don't yet have the reputation it takes to win then so be it, but it'd be against my nature to not even try.

[ "Baal" means "Lord," for those following along at home who might catch his meaning-- "living up to the name" and all. He continues, still smiling, though it relaxes into a slightly more neutral expression: ]

Where I come from, every 90 years there's an entire Pantheon's worth of us; normally twelve, though this time round we've been blessed with thirteen. Humans-turned-gods with superpowers. [ He snaps his fingers and the power in the room flickers, static sparks flickering around his hand. ] Our jobs being not only to take care of one another during the short time we'll have these powers for, but to inspire change and progress in humanity, who's in turn then meant to go on to change and progress the world even further. We can change people, but we don't get to change the world itself.

Some of you may have even experienced a taste of this already if you've attended any of the other gods's concerts.

[ Not going to namedrop, because that's a lot of names -- Persephone, Inanna, Baphomet, Lucifer, Cassandra/Urdr, Dionysus, fuckin' Woden -- and he doesn't know much of what they've all been up to yet, but if anyone's been moved by one or more of them then he expects that those people will know exactly what he's talking about anyway. ]

It's been a while since I performed... these days, this sort of thing's become my job. It's all right, I don't mind it. I'm the one of us that's good at it. [ It's hard to tell if that's a joke or not. ] But there's your context: the way I see it, the imPorts of this world are like a bigger version of a similar concept. Considering how ultimately our stays here are only temporary, it's a mindset I think most of us would benefit from moving forward. No matter what we want to do with our lives here, we can't hide from what we are. Don't fear it and don't apologise for it. Use it. All of us have the power now to affect humanity here for the better. Influence them and provide them with the tools to make their world better. Or worse. But obviously that's not what we're going for.

In a perfect scenario, we'd be more self-sufficient rather than rely on the US military and government for employ and housing that could go to the people who actually live here, too-- another thing I'll be working on should I be elected. And while I'd like to go on about how it should be us [ "Or me" ] who step in and handle the situation if-and-when an imPort goes dangerously off the rails as opposed to an insultingly inadequate prison sentence, I understand that's apparently somewhat controversial. So I'll let it rest for now. Come back to it again when I win.

Either way, the premise is simple: we also don't leave the world a worse place than when we started. Handle our own shit amongst ourselves when it goes that far.

[ Then, smiling broadly again, he sits back. ]

All right. I know some of it probably sounds vague, but I think I've covered enough to give you all an idea of what I stand for. If not, ask. Otherwise, for now-- [ He claps his hands twice, saying: ] Clap off.

[ And with a spark, the feed cuts and abruptly goes dark. ]

ghoulking

Hello everyone. I'm Ken Kaneki, and through the years I've been compiling information on everything that has been happening. My notes are available, and I've also written/updated/adapted a FAQ which you can read. If there are any questions, let me know. On a different note, I was reading through Porter patterns and I'm curious about imPort and exPort activity. If you feel comfortable, please feel free to answer the following questions: 1. How long have you been here? 2. Have you ever been Ported-out and returned still with your memories? How many times? 3. Have you ever been Ported-out and returned without any of your memories? Do you know how many times? 4. Do you suspect a certain event could have triggered your porting-out? 5. When Ported-out, did you return to your world? 6. In your world, did you remember being in this one? 7. After being Ported out, have your powers changed? As for myself, I have been in this world for a total of 3 years and 7 months - I arrived here in 2nd September of 2014. I have been Ported-out 4 times in total and I never forgot my memories of being here when I returned, even when I was amnesiac. My Port-outs seem to happen every 6 to 9 months, and usually they happen when some sort of stress is involved. Every time I was returned to my world I remained there for a while before I was returned here; the time I spent in my world is random at best since the least I've spent there was a week, and the most I stood there was 4 years. My powers have changed every time, but only to match the abilities I had in my world.

kidsmenu

The following is an excerpt from my new portfolio. Per the advice of many of you in my last network posting, I'm applying to be a critical intern (or an intern for a critic, whichever of those is the proper way of saying it).

MEDICINE: The Alar Space

In what appears to be a spectacular failure of God, evolution, or your other choice of anatomical inception, the alar space is one of the human body's great vulnerabilities. This is a specific region in the neck directly surrounded by bone and other parts, rendering it extremely difficult to apply medicine to, while disease can easily attack many other body parts from there. It is regarded by physicians as a very dangerous area to get an infection. Anyone who happens to think that Creation or evolution are any sort of brilliant and highly deliberate processes leading to a final design of humans that have left and right symmetry, the head on top, two legs, and all that, is mistaken. Possibly even vain. Necks are badly inefficient. We could be better off shaped like blocks.
( Spam! )

hondoyota

[The screen shows a very respectably dressed eighteen year old boy sitting at a desk in what looks like a surreal treehouse castle.]

I don't post here often.

[Ever.]

But I wish to discuss something.

How have your hopes and dreams changed since coming here?

And, if you achieved your current dreams, do you think that you'd be satisfied, or would you want more?

divaricate

[Wanda has just discovered the treat that is a really good brand of chocolate covered espresso beans, and has eaten way too many in far to short of a time period. She is over-caffeinated and thinking and texting at a bazillion miles an hour, which means typos and shitposting galore.

She's sorry not sorry.]

oh m ygod, i founfd go0d chocolafte cofered espreesso beanzs!??!!!!!! wuhere have these beaen alol my life, beacsue they're os good??? i ate a plackage and a half in thfirty minutes. anyone who didn't tlel me about yhese before is banned.

[Banned from what? We just don't know. This is her over-caffeinated brain texting and thinking, here.]

can tehese give you spuerspeed??because i feel like i could run faster tahn my brother rihgt now.

peterpetfr peter let's race.

🏃💨 zoomzoom

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?

functusofficio

[ This post goes out just prior to midday. If the drama of the past few days with her own world has affected her, it's hard to tell for anyone who's not terribly familiar with her. There's a slight edge to the set of her jaw, but her make up and her hair and her clothes are impeccable as ever as she clicks the video on, sitting in the Ambassador's office of Maurtia Falls. Her smile is polite and friendly, but those who have seen how bright and personal it can be might notice the restraint behind it. ]

Hello. For those who don't know me, I am Ambassador Amidala, recently elected to that position as the representative of Maurtia Falls for the Import population. I wanted to extend my sincere thanks to all who voted, for me or any of the other candidates. To be involved in your government is important, and I hope I will do the office justice for you all.

That said, there are a few things I wish to speak about.

I was elected because I wish to open communication between people, because I advocate transparency in government, and because I value people's input into their governance.

As such, the Maurtia Fall's Ambassador Office is open as of today for business. Official hours will be from 9 am until 7 pm, but should you ever require an appointment outside of those hours you need only contact me at this number. I will make sure that there is a way we can meet outside of those hours if it is needed.

We are currently in a time fraught with urgency and difficulty. Native opinion of our population has been damaged, and we must work with them to restore their faith in our ability to help. We must work with each other across cities and have faith in each other, as well.

The Inauguration will be held on the 16th. I have no intention of it being anything but a small ceremony, but anyone is welcome to attend if they desire.

It is a pleasure to be your representative, and I will do all that is in my power to live up to it.

( so many private messages )

violetnce

[What hasn't Betsy seen at this point? She's checked off the space, alternate realities, body swapping, alien invasions, and apocalypses on her multiverse bingo card. This mutant has seen just about all the universe -- the multiverse -- has to offer. She looks into the camera with an expression that seems to suggest a laid back air, then quirks a violet eyebrow up; all of her hair is violet, as are the irises of her eyes. She has her device levitating far enough away from her face that it's not showing every pore of her skin, but you don't have to squint to see her, either. She's been here for one day, so here's her first impression on the network. Finally.

She's in her house in Maurtia Falls sitting on a couch, a pillow with a Union Jack pattern on it on her lap, with a plate of sushi by her side that she's still working on finishing -- but not while broadcasting this video, because talking with one's mouth full is rude.

The username attached to the device making this broadcast is: Psylocke.]

You know, as long as I keep not hearing the term 'Mojo' here, this universe might not be so bad. Call me optimistic.

[The comment comes in a deadpan tone, with an accent that is English -- she sounds like someone from Maldon, for those here who are good at placing accents more specifically than just 'yep, she's from England all right'.

She idly swings and spins loosely in one hand with what looks to be the hilt of a sword -- more specifically, a katana, for those with an eye of familiarity with that type -- but one without a blade attached to it. Because that's exactly what it is. Her other hand is resting on the table.]

Travelling through time and space is generally what we call 'another day with the X-Men' back where I'm from. So I guess I have that going for me too; how lucky. However, due to the unannounced nature of my, mm, visit here, it would have been nice to have time to pack some essentials. [It's always good time for a sarcastic joke.]

As for anyone else here...

[She trails off for a moment.]

Tell me: What's your favorite or most interesting part about this universe? Aside from the file I was given, and what I was told, I know bugger all about it here. Obviously.

[Might as well learn from the people who have been here longer, right?]

Psylocke, out.

[People she's more familiar with can call her Betsy, Bets, or Elizabeth. Anyone with a death wish can call her any other variation of the name "Elizabeth".]

subourbon

[As always, the video starts with Alison perfectly centered in the frame and smiling. If she looks a little resigned, well it would hard to be enthused about being trapped back in this situation again when she had just been about to embark on a small vacation to see her kids. But her role as “suburban mother trapped in scandal after scandal in a small community” has prepared her to keep that stiff upper life and smile through the simmering anger. At least her reputation here is slightly better than back home.]

Hello everyone, this is Alison Hendrix speaking. It’s been about a year since my impromptu departure, but the Powers That Be have apparently decided that it’s time for me to return, so here I am!

My event planning business - Every Last Detail - will be available to service all your party needs again, so please spread the word. If I was in the midst of planning an event for you before being ported out, I can only offer my sincerest apologies for the inconvenience and a steep discount on your next event planning fees. As I’m sure you can understand, the situation was entirely out of my hands.

[There’s a frosty note in that last word, because while she was hardly devastated to leave this stupid place, the thought of having to build her business almost from scratch again is incredibly annoying. She can’t count on having Felix here to help out this time, and her sisters would likely continue to be unreliable when it came to things unrelated to the clone-life.]

I am also always on the lookout for exemplary individuals who want to join the team, so if you have a passion for event coordination, interior design, arts and crafts, or catering and cuisine, please feel free to get in touch. And if you have a business or venue and would like to form a professional relationship with my company, I would love to hear from you!

In any case, I look forward to reconnecting with those of you that I already know, and getting to make the acquaintance of those that I don’t. I’m sure I’ll see many of you at the next swear-in ceremony.

[She waves to the camera and smiles as the footage fades to black.]

godnotlord

[Thor has not been one quick to jump on the network after his arrival, spending time observing it, opening and closing too many apps by accident and getting the woman escorting him to his Heropa address to fill him in on most of the basics. Gods and Technology are a little like oil and water, but nonetheless he's doing his best to try and utilize what's at hand to become acquainted with this new world and its people. Yet again in an unfamiliar world, traipsing and trampling his way along trying to return to the one he comes from - and the people he left there, who he was supposed to be leading.

As Asgard is no longer a place but a people, they need him more than ever. But alas, here he is - fooling around with text under a temporary username (@REVENGER) trying to see if his brother - once again - has gotten somewhere before him. Or anyone else who might be an asset to him.]

What Gods are you familiar with?

Which of those Gods do you believe in or worship?

Which, if any, have you met?

(And have you heard of Thor, the God of Thunder in particular?)

monsterdoc

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magneticxman,

incogneto,

quickfingers,

aberranthubris, and

vanto]

[Video flicks on as the calls goes out, and a haggard Bruce appears on the screen, looking tired and worn out, red-eyed and shadows under each. There is something like horror in his eyes, or madness. Or both. These last two weeks have sucked, okay? There is sign that he has hastily washed his face and hands.

He stares at the camera for a long moment, not knowing what to say, but finally, he speaks. Or tries to. He coughs, clears his throat, and tries again.]

I--- I'm sorry. For those of you who don't know me, my name is Bruce Banner. I--- Wanda and I, have been close. [Okay, that easy part is over.]

Wanda has been sick these last two weeks and the hospitals haven't been able to help. So, to keep her comfortable, I've been watching her.

I regret... [he clears his throat and wipes at his eyes.] ...the seizures were too much. Wanda... Wanda is gone. She passed on about twenty minutes ago now.

[He looks down at his hands, as if looking for something, anything, else to say. Instead, his eyes start producing those pesky tear things again. He looks up at the camera and nods.] I... I'm sorry.

craftpunk

I have some important questions.

( this is an important poll )

Anyone else feeling a little extra powerful, lately?

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