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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.

codeoracle

We uh...Heropa 001 has an empty room now.

[Anyone who regularly talks to Futaba might notice her voice is quiet, contemplative. She hasn't sounded this withdrawn in a while.]

If anyone knew Utena, some of her things are still here but her signal is gone. I'm sure she'd want her friends to have something if they wanted it...I'll be here for anyone that wants to come by.

[OOC: I will be posting a log either tomorrow or Thursday if anyone wants to play out coming by H001~!]

photophobic

[In the year and a half or so since his arrival, Kylo's discovered plenty of native customs and practices he enjoys- one of them being the frankly obscene indulgence of a very, very long shower. He's used up all the hot water on plenty of occasions.

But he's only very recently been introduced to bubble baths.

After a long day of hard work, there's nothing better than to sink into the richly foamed water to relax... and then scroll idly through the network, looking for the right flavour of trouble. And if there's nothing suitably provocative immediately available, if there's nothing he feels like responding to, or it's simply a slow night? Well, he's certainly not above starting a fight.
Thankfully (?) he won't be inflicting a video feed of himself sprawled comfortably in the tub on the imPort community at large, only this:]

Explain it to me.
How so many of you can be content in the belief that a person should be judged solely by what is seen of their actions, as if intention and circumstance count for nothing.

constantdick

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[Hey imPort network, here's a skinny Brit in a trenchcoat who looks a bit like Sting, if Sting were inclined to go without shaving, sleeping or changing his clothes for days at a time. He starts out by muttering a few words under his breath, apparently having a minor issue with the comm device.] Bloody phones.

[He lights a cigarette, letting it dangle from his lips and talking around it, his accent of Liverpool mostly, with a couple of other influences and very working class.]

Right then. My name's John Constantine and I'm new 'ereabouts. [He holds a business card up to the screen.] There, that pretty much covers everything; consider it both an FYI and an advert.

So, I find myself in need of doing a bit of shopping, yeah? Where's a good place to go when you get low on certain... uh, necessities?

[He pauses for a second, so as to give everyone an opportunity to use their imaginations as to what that might imply. Kinky sex toys? You wish.]

I've got a list 'ere of the most important items; namely, possum tails, frog testes, newt spleens, gnat 'eads, baboon earwax, bat urine, spider eggs, caterpillar pus, lizard brains, leeches, slug slime, unicorn bile and cannabis. Gotta replenish the old apothecary when you can, because you never know when you might need to whip up some artificial musk of a female minotaur, eh? Cheers.

golisolation

[When the video clicks on, the viewers are greeted with several faces in a shady area—or maybe it's just not particularly sunny despite being mid-afternoon. Either way, two of those faces most will be familiar with, but especially one in particular: Darin's. Though, his is bloodied and bruised, as if someone wailed on him with their fists. Actually, it looks like that's exactly what happened. He's also notably unconscious—his head being held up by Guzma (the other familiar face), whose fist is full of Darin's hair to do so. He also looks pretty damn smug—if not downright delighted—to a degree that's a little worrying.

The others in view are decidedly less human. In fact, they aren't at all—above Darin hangs a red and black spider, staring at the camera with large purple eyes full of interest and curiosity towards it. He seems to be keeping himself up on what looks like thick webbing that's hanging down from somewhere and connects to Darin... because Darin has been wrapped up in web. A partial cocoon covering his torso and arms. Curiously, there's blood on Darin beyond his busted face—soaking through the webbing that's around him. Awesome!

Next is a moth-like Pokémon, who seems fit to hide most of his body behind that arm of Guzma's that's holding Darin's head up. His little face peeking up over it to look into the camera as well. To the right of him is a hulking bug that looks similar to an isopod if it was on roids. He's got weird cross shaped white pupils, and unlike the other two who seem both interested and excited to be on camera, he holds himself far more reserved and stoic. More like a threatening backdrop to the whole thing.

The last member of this shitty sadistic selfie is a brown beetle-like monster the size of a child, who stands directly besides Darin. His eyes are wide and intense, almost hostile, as he stares at the camera. This hostility is only further emphasized by the obvious blood on the spikes of his pincers.

...And then a second later Pinsir fucking dabs, without breaking eye contact with the camera. As if the idiot bug even knows what the gesture means, but he's seen people do it, and they were on camera too! It makes sense to him. Guzma doesn't seem to mind. He doesn't comment on it, he might not have even noticed, honestly.

He's got more important matters to address:]

Listen up, idiots! It's ya boy again, and I'm here with a special message, a PSA, of sorts, yo.

[He glances to Darin, who is still very much so knocked out, before looking back into the feed. That sinister smirk still on his face.]

Just in case any of you rotten upstarts was under the absurd impression that big bad Guzma was a dude to cross, take it from poor Darin here: I ain't. You mess with me, and I'll crush you, just like I did him.

[As Guzma talks, he's swaying Darin's head side to side by the hold he has on his hair.]

This idiot thought he could stand up to me, that he could beat me down. Hell, in some warped sense of heroic idiocy, he even thought he could help me, HA! Some stupid soft shit like that—and where did it get him!? [Guzma lets go of his hair, letting Darin's head fall emphatically into a hanging position.] No where good, I can tell ya that much.

Your boy still stands, but this loser sure ain't, huh?

[Guzma gives Darin a good little spin as he walks away from the scene with the camera still pointed at himself. The spin, and the more Darin comes into view it's clear he's being suspended by that web that's wrapped around him. However, with that little crowd taking up less of the background, viewers can get more of an idea of where this little broadcast is happening: in an alleyway. Somewhere.

Super helpful!]

Consider this fair warning, y'all. I won't be handing out another.

[He lowers the communicator, making the camera view him from below as he's about to cut the feed, his hand hovering as he stares down at it for a moment as something occurs to him:]

—Oh, yeah. Those of you who give a damn and wanna clean that mess up, [he gestures over his shoulder towards Darin with his thumb, even though he's currently blocking the view of him,] he's in Maurtia Falls. Somewhere on the east side. Never been too good at giving directions, but I'm sure you hero-types can figure it out.

Later days, y'all!

restingstitchface

When I studied behavioural psychology, certain disordered individuals displayed a clear and pervasive need to gain compliance and control over others. Antisocial patients with a grandiose sense of self manipulated others into following their wishes. Hysterical inmates who needed the spotlight enthralled timid personalities to use and abuse.

Back home I had excellent resources to correct their deviancy. Well, now I'm away from home, and all I want is to get my hands on some new medicine. Because right now, they're tied when it comes to correcting the behaviour of individuals who currently suffer nothing more than a slight to their reputation.

But enough. What is my question, you ask?

It's simple.

How might we as a community ethically encourage our worst people to do good things?

craftpunk

[ Guess who's back who's back again? ]

Heh. So I'm back again. Thankfully, I don't think you call can get rid of me quite so easily.

[ For those new to the party, Woden's helmet is in full view of the screen, his camera the only reflection. He's sure to take up the whole thing, so his specific location can't be defined from the helmet's reflection. His tone is musical and amused, like he's just experienced something funny. ]

You know what the amusing thing is? I'd already been punished for my earlier transgressions. I'd been killed and beheaded for the things I had done. Beyond that? I've been quiet. I've lived my life, I didn't even interact with the people who felt so... betrayed by my actions. I kept my nose clean -- [ A beat, and a tip of his helmet. ] -- relatively.

Do you know what being good? What being quiet and diminuitive got me? It got me murdered in my own home. [ He leans back, now, and he's most certainly not at home. He, in fact, looks to be in the middle of nowhere, a dark room, other than the bright whites of screens that illuminate from behind the camera. They are all static in his helmet. ] Let me reiterate, for no reason. I did nothing, and because of my reputation, or my odiousness, someone thought it would be fun to murder me.

I would like you all to think on that, the next time someone speaks ill of another person's reputation here. We are... the sum of our actions, yes, but for some, those actions are immediately forgiveable. For others, it doesn't matter how many times we are killed, or punished. It's never enough, to try to change our lives, and make up for it. It's ironic, how easily manipulated you all are, isn't it? How you all don't even question the people you trust?

I digress. I suspect I'm only complaining into the void, regardless.

[ A pause, and he lifted a finger, as if he had another point, his helmet tipped. ]

I suppose I should wish all the other fellow fathers out there, a happy father's day, shouldn't I?

innerdragon

[The video opens to one man with very red and ridiculously spiked hair. He doesn't look like he's in the best of moods, exasperated and tired even. Not just because he's found himself in an entirely new world even, one painfully lacking in Pokemon.]

I think it's every trainer's dream to be able to talk to their Pokemon.

[And yet he sounds so... weary?]

But psychic powers are not what I had in mind.

[Pun not intended. He's not a psychic trainer! He's not Sabrina! Take it back!]

I can hear what they're thinking. ALL the time. Does anyone know how to make it stop? I can't even sleep without their voices in my head.

[You would want it to end too with the voice of a walking palm tree singing 'I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts' on a constant loop.]

eloquentness

[ The feed opens up to Iris sitting in an office, specifically one of those with a gorgeous view of downtown De Chima behind her. She waves, ]

Hey everyone. It's been a while. If you don't know me, I'm Iris - and well?

[ she grins, holding up today's edition of De Chima Citizen, with the headlines of 'NEW OWNERSHIP' and 'NEW MANAGING EDITOR' right up in bold print, ]

I'm the new managing editor of the De Chima Citizen!! It's such an honor, especially as it's one of De Chima's oldest and grandest newspapers! [ she can't help a little squeal, ] If you have a story to share, or you want to contribute, or even join our staff in this time of transition, you can always shoot me a line. Here, email, Bwitter DM's... I use it all.

If you want to subscribe to our paper in print or digital format, I'll be attaching a couple of handy links. Don't forget to use the promo code "in with the new"! Um, beyond that... [ she sets the paper aside, ] I want to say thank you, especially to those who've helped me out these past couple of years. I know I've been really busy, so.

To those who've helped, to those that just want a grand tour, and maybe to those that just want to know what's going on - the Citizen's doors are open. Just tell them at the front door you're with me.

restingstitchface

[ the video flashes to life and shows a dark, fluorescent-lit bar cozily secluded in someone's basement. Lights on low. Books on tap. Crane lurks in the back, inspecting the bookshelves, carrying some literature in his hand. He sidles around the long couch and plucks up a book someone left hanging around. Mutters words under his breath that go unheard to everyone except the person he's got for company: Iris West. She sits at the end of the couch, a cup of hot java cradled between her fingers. ]

Hey everyone. [ she beams, waving at the camera and pointedly ignoring said mutterings. ] As I'm sure all of you are aware, we've had some pretty crazy dreams these past few days - and Crane and I thought we'd help people out in a couple of ways.

One, my superpower happens to involve a lot of caffeine. By which I mean, [ she sets her mug down, reaching for another and filling it up, ] if you want to stay awake with extra-strength coffee or tea, I can give that to you, no problem.

Two, well - [ she glances back towards Crane, ] Why don't you introduce it? It was your idea.

[ after replacing a book on the bookshelf and leaving it where he'd found it, Crane turns around and grasps his hands behind him. he doesn't directly look at the camera, even seems a bit awkward. ]

Alright, I'm - we're - throwing open the doors of the Iceberg Lounge to anybody needing a good night's sleep. Dreams are not outside my realm of expertise and if you want the opposite of what Mrs. West is offering, well, I can provide that to you, no problem, too. Putting it simply, you'll wake up without being terrorised by the fantasies inside your head.

You're all welcome.

[ after making the invitation, he ignores everyone behind the camera and gets back to work, leaving Iris to wrap things up. ]

Whatever you choose, however you choose to cope with this craziness, you're more than welcome to drop by and seek some solace here. Everyone needs a little help sometimes, and we're here to take care of each other where we can. That's about it, so - stay safe, and until this calms down, take care.

restingstitchface

[The image flashes to life with Jonathan sitting down in his university office. Behind him are multiple rows of well-thumbed academic books mixed in with fat, expensive textbooks. Those with an eye for detail might notice framed photographs of Bruce Wayne, Jacob Taylor, Iris West and more meaningful individuals hooked on the wall. His voice is soft and calm and gives an impression of frailty.]

Greetings. I am Doctor Jonathan Crane. After the terrorist attacks against Aegis's robustly defended "space slam" gathering, I appreciate that individuals might well be feeling exposed, stressed and intimidated. If this is how you feel, I am willing to listen and offer expert psychological support free of charge.

I will make the time for you. Even if it's just to hear your worries I will ensure I'm there for you.

Nobody should feel scared.

merging

Hey. Has uh anyone heard from Kanan? Like today. Or yesterday. Recentlyish.

[He sighs, not quite sure why he's doing this. He must seem like he's overreacting, but-]

He missed our lesson today which has literally never happened.

[Here, at least. Here for Ezra right now happens to be NeoJedha in Maurtia Falls. He's about to end the message when he realizes this is technically the first time he's posted on his own while not pretending to be Palpatine's nephew or something like that.]

I'm Ezra, by the way. I know it lists my name, but I feel like I should say it anyways? I don't know. If you know something, let me know. Thanks.

hellogoodhigh

[ Klaus fumbles with his camera, standing outside of a bookstore that seems to have a few new items on display. ]

Uh... guys?

[ He pans over a display of comics that seem to feature... him and his siblings, should anyone actually read them. ]

We have a slight situation here.
So much for the anonymity- Jesus Christ, where did they even get these...

[ Guess who meant to send this as a message to said siblings and instead posted it on the Network? This guy. ]

(( OOC: Just in case there is any confusion, these comics are NOT the real-world Umbrella Academy comics, but an in-universe comic book from the Netflix adaptation. You can see them in Episode 1x03, "Extra Ordinary"))

girlybruiser

Good afternoon, everyone.

[ Always with the niceties, this one.

Haru is seated comfortably on her bed, above the bed frame on the wall a small, impressionistic painting by a local artist hangs. To the right one can make out a couple of succulents and what looks to be a Venus flytrap sitting on a small plant shelf next to the bed. ]

Today I have officially been in this world a year. I've seen many of us imPorts make posts over the time I've been here about their own anniversaries, sometimes even doing something for it, although... [ She leans back against the frame, drawing her knees close. ] Now that the time has come for me, I am not quite sure how to feel. I thought I would feel something, maybe sadness or happiness, but it's really quite ambivalent.

I mean, I do miss my friends, many of whom were ported home over the year. But I still have others here from home.

[ Haru smiles shyly, then shakes her head. ]

Perhaps this ambivalence is because I haven't occupied myself with as much as I thought I would. Maybe it is time to learn something new? I've been so focused on my gardening and schooling that I don't think I've made any real attempts to do something new. And while I am here I probably should learn something new and exciting, yes? What do you think?

the_horror

[Video of a young man in a dark blue hoodie sits at a computer, scratching his head as he leans back and looks at the feed.]

Okay, so, I’m new here, I know that, but I am curious about those who have been here a while. Why is it no place but Jeopardy has ghosts? And have any of you seen anything yet?

Which brings me to that place outside to Web Mistress Cathedral. I’m pretty sure I didn’t see it when I was exploring the area before, but there it was today. I must have got turned around or something...

[he runs his hand through his hair a moment, head tilting as he considers something.] It’s got a graveyard to it. Looks like a old mortuary or something. I’m thinking of checking it out, if anyone is interested?

Let me know. And let me know what your thoughts are on the lack of ghosts in the area. I’m looking for theories to research.

[he leaned forward to switch off the video]

dreamprotector

[Video turns on to show Riku sitting on the curve of what might be a palm tree at the beach of Heropa.]

So, I don't know if this is usual for this place, but for some reasons I got my old wooden practice sword sent by the government this morning. It's… an interesting reminder, to say the least.

[He grimaces slightly because well… the last time he saw that sword was when he left it behind for Sora to use in then-Hollow Bastion.]

But anyway, that's not the only thing that showed up from home!

[He angles the camera up, to show the star-shaped fruits that are hanging from the tree that he is sitting on.]

These are called paopu, they are from my home world. Back there, we have a legend surrounding them… it says that if two people share one of these, they'll remain connected to one another forever… no matter what happens.

[He turns the camera back, smiling softly.]

So… if you have someone special in your life, you should pick up one of these to share.

[Then his smile turns a little more mischievous.]

Don't worry, Sora… Kairi. I'm definitely bringing one home for you guys.

[He's about to shut off the recording, but then gets distracted when someone behind him starts shouting promotions of Joe's Diner and their Destiny Pizza down the streets – his face falling into a grimace of horror and annoyance.]

…They put paopus on pizza!? Seriously? That's just–

[Riku doesn't even have words for just how much he considers this near-blasphemous.

You Don't Just Put A Paopu On Pizza.

…Or into any other meal, for that matter. Excuse him, he probably needs to go and give this Joe a piece of his mind.

Riku out(?)]

the_horror

[the video feed shows off a young looking man that had to be like 17 even though he was almost 30. Good Asian genes maybe. Or time fuckery, more likely. Ben was outside a bar, a neon sign flickering above him.]

Okay, this is getting ridiculous.

Hello everyone, me and my brother need some help. We live in Jeopardy but we’re willing to go to whichever city has a bar that welcomes imPorts of all ages.

Seriously, we’ve got some age problems going on here.

If you can just give me the name and location of a bar that isn’t going to turn a 13 year old looking guy and myself away, that would be amazing.

If it’s an ImPort owned bar, that would be even better. Might as well support our own kind.

hellogoodhigh

[ The man on the other end of the video screen looks... well, a little distraught. Hair disheveled, wearing eyeliner that's at least two days old, he already has a cigarette in hand as he talks into the little video screen. ]

Okay. So. I am clearly either dead, which is severely unlikely, in a place where no one has ever actually died, which seriously doesn't make sense, or I am super stoned.

[ There's a pause as he takes a drag from the cigarette, his hands shaky as he pans around a city that looks like Heropa ]

I'm thinking option 3 is the most likely because I have no idea how in the hell I got to Florida.
Uh.

So. Anyone know a good bar near here?

applewatcher

It has been some time since we have set a public message here. We want all imPorts to know: We are still willing and happy to assist you.

The Dark Brotherhood provides murder to all who require it, for a price. Clients remain anonymous unless requested. We do not require explanation. If you complete the Black Sacrament, we know that you are committed to your desire. Perform this ritual, and we will be summoned.

For all others, we provide free instruction in methods to remain anonymous on the Network, or to change the name that appears with your messages. Simply ask, and we will isntruct you.

Finally, we will answer other questions about us, within reason. We cannot betray the confidence of our family members, after all.

forgeabettertomorrow

[Today, for a change of pace, Darin's recording from Helix Station in Maurtia Falls. No place special, in fact, it looks like the training room. He also looks a little...nervous? That's new.]

[He clears his throat.]

Good afternoon,everyone.

It's come to my attention that there have been some new arrivals. I wish to [ahem] welcome you all. My name is Darin Altway and I am a representative of Aegis. I'm sure that you are all getting adjusted but I wanted to offer up some guidelines that might...help...

[He starts shuffling through what appear to be index cards.]

Gods dammit what did I do with the list I wrote...

[He starts turning over the cards in his hands. Maybe it's on the back? Nope. He pats himself down. Damn, no more cards.]

...Alright, screw it.

[He tosses the cards up and over his shoulder and they flutter to the ground in a shower all around him.]

Listen up! Like I said, my name's Darin Altway, Master blacksmith. I know there's a lot of newcomers out there, and I know this must be jarring as hell for you. There's also a really solid chance that you've been given powers...powers that you might not know how to control or that you're afraid of. I'm gonna be honest with you; this world isn't exactly a paradise. There's gonna be a lot of things that you might not understand. There's gonna be people out there who don't like that you have powers. About two months ago, my commanding officer posted a list of rules and guidelines you should follow. I'm not gonna post 'em here. Most of 'em are self-explanatory. I just wanna add to them here. So, first up:

It's okay to be confused, scared, or overwhelmed. We all come from different worlds, time periods, dimensions, you name it. You might not know what any of the veterans here are talking about and you know what? That's okay. You'll figure it out. Which leads me to my next one.

It's okay to ask questions. In fact, I encourage it. This world is actually pretty great. There's a lot here to learn and there's even more you can learn from others. Don't be afraid to ask for questions, ask for help, or speak your mind. The answers you find might do more than just help yourself. And speaking of helping...

It's okay to use your powers. I'm gonna throw this one out there from personal experience. I come from a world where my powers made people hate what I was. And you know what? Maybe some of you are the same. Maybe you hid your powers like I did because you're scared of what people might think. But you know what? This place? It's different. As long as you use them safely, you can help a lot of people. And if you're not sure how to use them? Well, we'll help you. And finally...

It's okay to be who you want to be. No one knows how long anyone is going to be here. No one knows what tomorrow might bring. You might hear about some scary stuff, but that doesn't mean you should just...stop. We've all been given a unique opportunity by bring brought here. Maybe we were brought here to learn something about ourselves or...maybe we were brought here as a reprieve from the lives we were living. Maybe some of us were brought here to get a second chance, or a third chance, and maybe some of us were brought here to do something we couldn't do in our worlds. My point is, you're here now, and making the most of it is probably the only 'rule' I think you should follow.

...That and don't, like, blow anything up. That's a big one.

Anyway, if any newcomers out there want to talk to me in person and get better acquainted, I live in Heropa, and my forge is in Nonah. Door's always open.

Darin Altway, signing off~

swordsense

[After taking a little bit of time to settle in and read the pamphlet, Adora's starting to feel a little bit better about this rather jarring situation. It is a lot to take in, and a lot of what was said in the information was definitely not easy to understand, but she was pretty good at absorbing information and had picked out the most important bits. Namely that Etheria was fine without her for the moment, and that she might have been called on to help this 'earth' or something? What came next was a logical, if nerve-wracking first step: greeting the people here.

So, it's with a hint of trepidation and a bit of a sheepish smile that a young woman in a red jacket appears on the network.]

Uh...hey. I am one of the new imPorts to the city, and I thought that introducing myself would be the best first step. My name's Adora, and I come from a planet called Etheria. It's...pretty different from this place, that's for sure.

[Shaking her head, like she's just realizing something, Adora lets out a deep breath to try and stop the jitters she's got.]

I'm living in a place called Heropa, house number 6? It looks lived in but I haven't seen anyone else here yet, but maybe I just arrived at a time when nobody else was home. If you live here, let me know?

And speaking of living here, can anyone tell me more about Heropa? Places to go eat, things to see, that sort of stuff? I've never been to a place with this many streets before, and I'd like to know what people who've been living her a while think.

[She stops for a second, smiles awkwardly, and then waves.]

I think that's all for now. Bye!

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