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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.

directordisaster

[ The feed is a little shaky at first, but the camera quickly settles, propped up on something, showing a middle-aged man with short, greying brunette hair, the lines on his face sharp, his features angular, narrow, almost imperious. When he looked directly at the camera, his eyes were vivid blue, sharp and dissecting, and there was displeasure there, mingled with suppressed fury and amusement.

He's not in uniform again, so you can't tell if he's an Imperial, but his manner is still sharp, and more than a little condescending. He's still very much well-dressed, too. ]

Well, [ he started, his voice a little rough around the edges, ] it's been nearly a week since I've arrived, and I've watched enough of the network, so I suppose I should introduce myself. But before that, it's a shame that this world is so technologically deprived, a holovideo would be much more efficient. I suppose I could construct one such device myself, but the local military--"The US military"--would take issue with that, wouldn't they?

Not that I wouldn't want to be registered. If anything, I'd attend the Swear-In ceremony. I am something of a military man myself, [ he smiles, only a little, but it doesn't touch his eyes ] perhaps you can already tell.

Now, no need to prolong this more than necessary. I despised inefficiency, after all. [ A brief pause, and he readjusted himself on his seat. ]

I am Director Krennic, of the Imperial Intelligence. The 'alias' they gave me on the file should tell you a lot about me. I couldn't say it was nice to be stuck on this particular rock, but at least I've already met some...interesting people. I suppose I should say I look forward to meeting more, but I really don't. I have a very important project back home to get back to.

[ He stops there, stopping himself before he revealed more. Then he cuts off the feed. ]

Current Mood: irate

pummelgranite

Seeking imPort assistance for event security. Roles various, but include basic crowd-control, ticket-taking, 1:1 chaperoning upon quest need.

An assortment of talents are sought but in particular sought qualifications include:

Super Strength
Power nullification
Whatever counts as "crowd control" in video games
A soothing disposition
Being sane, but sane-sane, not "sane" in a way that makes you think costumed vigilantism is a good idea
high resistance to mental torture or magic in general
Actual experience in event security?

The ideal candidates thinks there's no such thing as gods and that I'm full of shit, but is miraculously able to keep their fucking mouth shut about it for 40$ an hour

wizzardly

Do you suffer from depression?

[good afternoon from this world's resident redheaded Wizzard, who's sitting at an office desk and wearing a green uniform matched with a pointy red hat like that isn't a terrible fashion choice or general life decision. He's attempting to smile. It mostly looks queasy.

Anxiety? Do you have violent thoughts or tendencies? Trouble sleeping? Have you suffered traumatic events in your childhood and/or adulthood, culminating in what most would agree is a rather tragic backstory?

Then perhaps it's time you try - oh, hold on, I had something for this -

[Rincewind pats frantically at his pockets, then bends out of view. When he comes back up, it's to throw a handful of glitter, which shimmers down in a sparkling cloud around, in front of, and ultimately on him. This results in an immediate coughing spell and some swatting at the pieces in his beard.]

- Try - [cough, cough] - psychiatric help!

[cough, curse, gods damn it.]

Er, yes. Conveniently located in Maurtia Falls, Pennsylvania, the doctors at the Maurtia Falls Hos- um, the Maurtia Falls Psychiatric... [oh no. Oh no, what is it called? He works there, what is it called, he knows this! Rincewind's smile twitches, a bead of sweat glistening amidst the glitter on his forehead. He glances quickly to the prepared statement on his desk.]

- Maurtia Falls Psychiatric Hospital for Abnormal Conditions!

[phew.]

This advanced hospital is overseen by imPort psychiatrist Dr. Chilton himself, and is staffed with all sorts of talented individuals ready to assist in bringing out the best -[another glance at the paper, a small wince] - you. That you can be.

Whether you need medication, guided psychological interaction, or even just to talk to someone, therapy can work for you. And I can tell you, because I'm, ah, a success story. Myself.

[honestly, why did they leave that in the script.]

No matter the size your mental troubles, Dr. Chilton and the staff of the Maurtia Falls Psychiatric Hospital are here to help. Appointments can always be scheduled through the front desk, but if you've any questions - [please, oh please don't have questions] - I'm here to answer them as well.

wizzardly

Right, so it's been brought to my attention that those bloody awful reports have been floating certain rumors around about me, and I'd rather just end those before they even get going all right?

[because even Rincewind's starved sense of self-respect has to draw the line at people thinking he fancies dishware.]

So, to be clear: I'm pansexual.

[which is an admittedly backwards linguistic for declaring one's lack of attraction to tea cups and related sundry, but there's just no accounting for etymological taste.]

There? [he arches a pointed brow.] Shall I assume that just about does it? All questions answered? Jolly good.

[honestly, the people in this place really will believe anything, won't they? Lucky that Snart fellow pointed this out when he did - things really could have gotten out of hand.]

khaleesipls

I’m looking for someone.

[ “Someone.” ]

Twenty feet tall, breathes fire, great leathery wings. Nasty temper. Last seen heading North over Nonah.

[ The clatter of hooves pummeling concrete fills a terse break in speech. Jorah sounds like he’s under a certain amount of stress, short on breath, decorum chafing coarse under pressure.

Somewhere in the distance, sirens are wailing. ]

We need to draw him away from the city.

[ ooc: relevant log post and ooc planning post. ]

liverletdie

Imports, let's talk about the future.

[ Well well. There he is. He looks a lot different from the man he's been pretending to be, but it's in small, subtle ways. Head held higher, drink in hand, sunglasses propped on his head, the suit's a little looser, disheveled. In the background, there's the sound of a pout, like someone's disappointed he's not gallivanting around, instead taking time on the network. Instead of a clear liquid, like last time -- it's amber, definitely some kind of whiskey. ]

What do you want out of a future? Prosperity? Peace for imports? The ability to go home? That last one isn't really under any of our control, by the way, no matter what anyone says. How about being treated equally? Wouldn't it be nice if we weren't the exception, but instead a part of the norm? When superpowers become normal, when they're something that can come within, suddenly, it's not about where they come from, what their world is like, or what weird things influenced them -- because we're all human, at the end of the day.

But that doesn't mean that humans can't be the best they can be. [ He sits in his seat, and puts his feet up on the desk, crossed at the ankles. He's obviously not recording from a comm, but an internal camera. ]

And I know, I know -- some people are going around, saying that I'm not "myself", but what they don't understand is that I'm doing exactly what I've always done. You know that? I've been a futurist for as long as I can remember -- even before coming here -- and I've worked to build a future that I can be proud of. You know, when people look back, they're not going to look at the people who never made a difference, those among us who are content to just let things slip by, and make no waves. No, they're going to look to the people who changed the world, and if they didn't make the best one, then legacies are stained.

I don't know about you, but I don't want my legacy to go down with a whimper. I'm going to make the future better, whether you like it or not, and oh -- you can hate me, you can hate what I've done all you want, but...

At the end of the day?

I'm being the best person I can be. And so will everyone else. Things are so much easier, so much better if we don't let ourselves be held back by those issues. When we're held back by control, trying to pretend to be just as stupid as everyone else out there, when we're hiding our powers, our genius, what makes us great? We've done nobody any good. I stopped worrying, and it's been...

[ A pause. He breathes. ]

It's like a whole new world opened up before me. I recommend it, you might even like it.

huntergames

[ The feed opens to the living room of Casa Ludgate-Graham with the communicator set upon a coffee table and Sasha seated on the floor in front of it. Before her is a plate that's been cleared of her dinner and beside that a glass that looks to be emptied, too. There's a tall bottle of some kind of drink that can be seen just at the edge of the feed, that only appears in view for a quick moment as one of the raccoons picks it up and carries it off to put it back where it belongs. Another raccoon waddles over to one Will Graham, laying on the couch just behind Sasha, asleep, and it takes a hold of the empty glass on the floor before making off with it to put it in the sink.

They're such a helpful bunch, these fuzzy guys. ]

Hello! This is um, Sasha.

[ Sasha doesn't hold her gaze long; it's always intimidating to address the network at large rather than one or two people. However, she appears more contemplative than apprehensive. ]

Summer is already over. It feels like it went by very fast, didn't it? Um, because of that, I have a question to ask the network if it is alright.

[ It's been nagging at her for a long time, but up until this month she thought she would have figured it all out. ]

Since a lot of us have been here a while and it might be ah, longer... how do you plan for that? [ She glances into the camera again, this time her expression sheepish. ] Is there a way to do that?

[ And then from behind, a couple of raccoons return with a light blanket in their paws, heading toward the couch and tossing it over Will's form. ]

danceofcurse

So, how many of you actually know how to fight?

[Van's lounging outside beneath the low-hanging limb of a willow, rays of sunlight peeking between the fine leaves and spindly branches to cast moving shadows over his face. In the changing light, his eyes look red and then brown, but they never lose their sharpness. This is a young man who doesn't appear to smile as often as most boys his age.]

I don't like fighting, myself. [An understatement, but his tone also implies he recognizes the necessity for it. So too does the sword next to him, the blue scabbard and gold-tipped hilt as pristine and polished as the bare blade that rests at its side.] But ever since I arrived it's become pretty obvious that, as imPorts, we don't have the luxury of not defending ourselves and the people we care about. To be honest...I'm used to that. It wasn't much different back home. Of course, we didn't have modern weapons...

But that's a bit beside the point.

[He sits up with a sigh, one gloved hand pushing unkempt black hair out of his eyes, though it falls again right back into place.]

I'm looking for sparring partners. People who know how to use a sword, specifically, but it doesn't matter what sort of weapon you wield as long as you're experienced and you know what you're doing. I want to be more prepared for what this place might throw at us. We all should be.

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