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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.

bonely

[ He doesn't really feel like he has any place in this conflict. He's Russian, but an import - and he doesn't want to fight, either. He's had enough of fighting; being built for such a purpose is what caused him so much pain.

But...there is one thing...One thing that he feels is relevant.

There's silence for a long moment. You could almost be forgiven for thinking this is an empty post. But eventually, he does speak. ]

That AI.

It was only created for one purpose. It doesn't...know anything else.

If you can...

Don't end its life with it knowing nothing but what it was made for.

[ Another pause. If he was human, this would be the equivalent of him taking a deep breath. ]

Nothing deserves a fate like that. I already-

[ He stops, but the implications of that half-sentence are quite clear. ]

...Please.

[ He seems to be thinking of something else to say, but then the feed ends. He doesn't know how much of an effect it will have, but he has to try, nevertheless.

No other robot needs to go through...what I've gone through. ]

mmnpcs

[When the imPorts open their comms, they will come face to face with an uncharacteristic image, ensuring that even imPorts who attempt to ignore broadcasts at large will see it. This is, after all, relevant to each and every imPort.

The image is nothing more than a black screen with white text superimposed on it: STATE OF NATIONAL EMERGENCY.

After a moment, the image will be quickly replaced by one of L. Chases, seated at her desk, hands folded in front of her. Her expression may be grim, but it is firm, and there is nothing but ferocity behind her stare.]

Attention all imPorts, [she starts off, voice crisp and clear.]

We are now in a state of national emergency. As of January 20th, the USSR has officially declared war on the United States, effectively endangering not only the people of America, but the world as a whole. In this time of need there is a strong chance we may have to call upon you, imPorts, to do your duty in protecting your own.

As a part of this declaration of war, the USSR has abducted approximately fifty imPorts, a number which may yet continue to grow. We do not yet know how this was accomplished, but you have our word that our intelligence is active and ready to uncover what form of technology could abduct you from afar.

We are currently in talks with foreign aid and the UN. Retaliation is a risky prospect, but I assure you, we will retaliate. That time draws near, and when it does, we will be asking for your assistance.

Until then, stay aware, alert, and cautious, imPorts. We cannot afford to lose any more of you, and more importantly, your fellows cannot afford it.

[And with that, her broadcast ends. There will be no replies.]

deadkord

[ When the comm feed switches on, Ted and Booster are seated on their couch, in costume, looking as solemn-faced as they get. The effect is tarnished slightly by the fact that there is a Vegas showgirl's sequined, feathery headdress visible in the background. ]

So my esteemed colleague here and I messed up, and no one can ever say Blue Beetle and Booster Gold don't own up to their mistakes.

[ Literally everyone says that, because it's true. ]

We kinda skipped town for a combination birthday party and New Year's vacation right before things got bad in Heropa, and didn't exactly check the news while we were away.

Did you know they don’t have clocks in casinos? I didn’t. Also, did you know that Vegas has something like three buffets to every person? Someone was insistent.

[ Booster manages to look genuinely contrite while also side-eyeing Ted, which is kind of impressive. ]

Anyway, the point is, we're offering our services to anyone who needs them. We can help with the aftermath of the Heropa stuff, or anything else.

Need some heavy lifting done? Cats rescued from trees? Trees rescued from cats?

Gadgets made or repaired? How about an experienced model to advertise for your place of business? If you need it done, we can help. Probably.

(Ted, Booster.)

exceptfebruary

[ The man on the video is bald and pale skinned, with light blue tattoos around his skull reading JANFEBMARAPR (etc), the first three letters of each month. Glimpses of his shoulders reveal he’s wearing a bright red costume with a white date-themed cape. The camera is angled in such a way to give no indication of location other than a blank wall; Julian would prefer not to broadcast that to anyone that might recognize him.

His voice, when he speaks, is cool. ]

January 6th, 2016.

Today, an appearance, an arrival. My arrival. Unfortunately I didn't bring a gift. Still, I wonder if there are three of us today.

[ Julian's face darkens. The cold, fierce anger in his voice becomes very clear. ]

Perhaps it is fitting, but I would have preferred to remain where I was. I need to finish what I started. Or if not, to return to the City and continue my work there.

But no. I have been brought here, where the winter of politics has not ended. The Cold War’s end date should have happened already. For the Soviet Union, December 26th, 1991 at the latest. Yet the season still lingers.

[ He pauses and plays with his lip, considering. ] A new world. One that does not know the name Calendar Man. I'll have to begin my work anew. The Calendar Man will not be forgotten.

[ Julian looks directly into the camera. ]

I'll make sure this will be an epiphany.

tuxedo_magician

So I was thinking – every two weeks we get that report thing and they always list colors for the terror alert levels. So far, we've gotten the following: Plum, Violent Violet, Snowflake, Evergreen, Blood Orange, Tangerine, Vermilion, Magenta, Red, Orange and Yellow.

So, I'm proposing a contest: suggest the craziest color alert level you can and one of you will win some tickets to my magic show. Or something else if magic isn't your thing. But really, it should be, because it's awesome.

Also, Murderous Magenta is already taken. Apparently it's the crazy version of regular Magenta.

[This is what happens when Kaito is bored.]

deadkord

[ The video opens to a man in bug goggles and a baby blue cowl sitting in a pretty nondescript living room—no decorations or anything in sight, so he must be really new. ]

Hi there. The name's Blue Beetle. I'm a new arrival, and as I'm sure you can imagine, I have a lot of questions. But there's one really awkward one I'd like to get out of the way right from the start.

So: who else is supposed to be dead right now?

you_tried

[ Squint your eyes a little everyone, when the feed opens the camera catches the direct glare of the hot sun. Whoever is holding the communicator has it positioned at an odd angle, so the video captures clear blue skies, though the sound of the ocean can be heard with the occasional tropical bird cawing somewhere in the distance. The camera jolts without warning, dipping low enough to capture what appears to be a boat deck.

Off camera, Karen’s voice can be heard snappishly saying: ]

Are you still trying to take a selfie? Could you put that down for one second?

[ The camera jerks again, capturing an image of a chest that might be familiar to those of you who own the Booster Gold Mancalendar™ (you’re welcome). ]

Is it sooo wrong that I want to document this?

I guess we can document the part where I throw you off the boat.

You wouldn’t. There’s jellyfish in there! Probably. And besides, you never said there was a rule against selfies. It’s an American tradition.

Just try me, and Jesus, would you focus on steering the boat? [ Something splashes up beside the boat, seizing Karen’s attention for a moment. She groans loudly. ] We’re getting too close to those things.

Those things are Hawaiian squeaking sharks, and they’re our friends. Say cheese, guys!

[ The camera’s focus wobbles down off the side of the boat, zooming in on a group of splashing, smiling bottlenose dolphins, which are indeed getting very close. And then: a thump. ]

... oh, God. What was that?

Uh… maybe start guessing what it wasn’t and we’ll narrow it down…

[ The clicks and whistles of dolphins grow louder. If you happen to speak dolphin (or even if you don’t), they sound… pretty pissed. ]

MICHAEL.

WHAT? It was an accident!

[ The camera jerks again, horror movie shaky-cam style, as more dorsal fins rise from the water. Did you know dolphin pods can get really, really huge? Well, now you do. ]

Crap. Does anyone know how to say sorry in dolphin?

( ooc: red is karen and blue is booster! replies from karen will have the ID read as “karen starr”. booster's reads “booster gold,” but who cares. no dolphins were harmed in the making of this post. )

maskormods

THE MAJORITY REPORT: OCTOBER 20TH, 2015Do you feel it? In the air? Something looking at you? Maybe it's just the SPIRIT of Halloween cascading down your neighborhood, maybe it's just your imagination... But with the brisker weather (something felt more in De Chima and Maurtia Falls, to be sure) comes a change in pace. Are you ready for changes, imPorts?

MEAL TIME
The Department of Agricultural Prosperity has announced a fascinating discovery: they've genetically altered mealworms that grow well beyond the normal scope of the species and will consume styrofoam leaving only biodegradable waste in their wake. Amazing!

ART DECO OR ART NECRO?
As seen in your local newspaper article plus some pictures/video on social media sites from spectators:
Maurtia Falls imPort Wins Decorations Contest!
That was what the residents of Maurtia Falls thought that this grotesque display of bodily horror and inhuman art was probably, anyway. Picture this: from the front walk of a [redacted] imPort residence, there's an extremely brightly lit room with wide open curtains and a body twisted in post mortem agony. It looks to be clawing at the air, with a pillow shoved over its face to smother it to death. Picturesque! Local law enforcement determined the gruesome, HIDEOUS, stuffed display to be the decorative outlet of a particularly disturbed but ultimately harmless individual. Locals have eventually adopted the display as extremely subtle horror art, brilliant in its ingenuity and probably not evidence of a serial killer living next door.

TRICK OR THREAT
As seen on Newspapers. UStube and BlueTube, with watered down coverage on MeTube because children's censorship:
An anonymous terror threat on the afternoon of October 20th sent shockwaves through the city of Nonah. That alleged target: a popular Nonah light rail. Evidence of biochemical weapons are present, a technique publicly associated with imPort criminal Jonathan Crane. The specific public transport line and government offices are shut down immediately. Local businesses in a ten mile radius are closed until further notice. Residents of Nonah have taken to social media criticizing local government for both an insufficient response and a triggered knee-jerk reaction. ImPorts are invited to expose any evidence connected to this threat.

CALLING ALL HOT FELLAS
As seen in newspapers and fliers posted throughout each of the Porter cities:
Three questions: Are you over 18? Are you a man? Are you an imPort that the public just can't get enough of?

If you answered YES to all of these questions, then you may be just the man we need!

We're looking for male imPorts over the age of 18 to model for a series of pinups to be included in calendars and coffee table books, which will be sold to and admired by the adoring public. We know you've got it, so don't be afraid to flaunt it!

All of the proceeds will be donated to charities in each of the Porter cities. Looking good while doing good: what could possibly be better?

Please call Deborah Lannigan at 888-956-4334 if you have any questions or would like to take part!

CRIMSON PEEKS
As seen in local news in Nonah, websites that cover the paranormal:
A group of high school and college students broke into a local cemetery... only to find themselves chased out by angry spirits! The footage of the supposed haunting is incredibly staticky, and sometimes difficult to decipher, but it shows odd lights and multiple figures chasing after the cameraman.

When asked for comment, employees insisted they'd never noticed anything odd around the cemetery, although recently they'd been having some problems with vandals.

What do you think, imPorts? Ghosts or hoax?

IMPORT VICTORY RAISES MAURTIA FALLS MORALE
As seen in ALL major news and online sources:
Natives and Imports attending this month's Halloween themed Swear-In in Maurtia Falls received more of a fright than they likely bargained for. Around midnight, about a dozen masked gunmen crashed the ceremony hosting both ImPorts and local native children, accompanied by their families. What sounds like the beginning of a gruesome story worthy of Halloween quickly turned into a tale of heroism, as the attending ImPorts were described as selflessly throwing themselves between the gunmen and natives to quickly rout the attack. Surprisingly, no casualties were sustained to native or ImPorts attendees, which many in attendance accredit the swift and clean victory to the thorough security measures set in place. Ambassador of Maurtia Falls, Revan, went on record saying "These security features are a result of the dedication and skill of several ImPort minds working in concert for the betterment of all. Now more than ever it is important to protect these events, which are a symbol of our friendship with the natives of this world. Because of this I will be donating several of these security features to the government to be installed at future Swear-Ins to provide them the same protection." Many have speculated that due to the combined might of so many ImPorts in one location banding together, as well as these new security features, people will likely think twice about attacking a Swear-In Ceremony any time soon.

APRIL SHOWERS BRINGS SHARK PROWESS
As seen on NBSea:
Nereus Study Group has reported the female great white shark named April is currently pregnant and making a beeline for the United Kingdom! Researchers have been monitoring the shark's progress in the world since she was caught and tagged last September. Unfortunately, it seems that her male counterpart (also named April) has been defeated or died of natural causes. Researchers noticed his signal had not moved as usual after the two Aprils met, and made a special trip out to check on him. They found a lone shark fin with tracking device still embedded serving as a resting place for a seagull. This takes the total of tagged and tracked great white sharks down to the female April and Lydia. Nereus Study Group only collects the data for these beautiful and misunderstood creatures; the sharks are carefully caught and seen to by the Salty Sea Dogs group near Heropa, started by local imPort Will Graham.

FLORIDA MAN SWIPED A SNATCH OF PUMPKIN SPICES
As seen on an enraged Bwitter and page 9 of The Heropa High Times:
The Great Pumpkin Spice drought continues. So far there are no suspects in who -- or WHAT -- could have snatched away all the pumpkin spice product so familiar to and so deeply beloved by so, so many. The hashtags #pumpkinship and #nutmegrevolution are trending.

WELCOME, AMBASSADOR URQUHART!
As seen in all major network channels, public radio stations, and quite frequently on Rumblr:
Congratulations to the newly elected imPort Ambassador of Nonah, Francis Urquhart! In a exciting neck-and-neck election, Urquhart pulled in just one vote ahead of his political rival Raina. As of October 20th, 2015, Ambassador Urquhart will lead Nonah's imPort community alongside Ambassadors Hundred and Revan.

CODE SWITCH
The Homeland Security Advisory System has moved from TANGERINE to BLOOD ORANGE in response to the mysterious biochemical threat leveled against Nonah.

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.

helpline

[ The first thing you see....is pumpkins. So many pumpkins. This house is full of pumpkins in various stages of being carved. Those who know Hazel can easily recognize this scene of mass chaos as Residence #11. However, the chalk scribbles on the wall are decidedly not hers. To start with, some of them are in a different language that looks kind of circly.

The personless scene lasts only for a moment before the Doctor scurries into frame, looking a mixture of confused and frowny. He's looking kind of magician, wearing a black coat over a black hoodie. Finally, he's holding an owl by the scruff of it's neck (can you do that with an owl? Who knows, the Doctor's doing so). Said owl is Owlfonso, the skateboarding owl that really doesn't want to be here right now and is desperately trying to peck the Doctor's fingers. ]

I want to clarify first that for once, none of this is my fault. [ except the chalk writing, which is obviously his, but that either a: goes without commenting on or b: the Doctor's forgotten it by now. also wow, that sure is a Scottish accent ] That being said- [ WHAM the camera gets a face full of owl ]

Is this normal? I mean, normal for owls. Is this how I can tell this dimension apart from my dimension? No eyepatches, no goatees, just owls that can suddenly skateboard? [ He backs poor Owlfonso away from the camera, as the Doctor's still got an expression that's pure 'what the hell is this shit' ] Well, skateboarding owls and a postponed perestroika. Spoilers, you're twenty years out of date.

[ pause, frown. The Doctor looks over at poor Owlfonso with a sort of resigned expression. ] The alternate dimension of owls and Communism. Oh how the mighty have fallen.

lifepreserver

[Hello, fellow imPorts. It's a nice day out, and Marty's enjoying the weather, sunglasses perched atop his head. The way the video is framed, you can see that he's leaning against what seems to be a car parked along the street. A DeLorean, to be exact. But that isn't the focus of this post to the network, oh no. Instead of an introduction, he just blurts out:]

Who here knows a thing or two about blowing up buildings?

[An awkward pause follows. That didn't come out the way he wanted it to.]

You know, I should probably rephrase that. Who here knows a thing or two about being a "demolitions expert"? Because while I'm really flattered they think so, I wouldn't consider myself an expert when it comes to blowing stuff up. [On purpose.] Don't get me wrong -- I like the idea of pressing a big red button and watching something go boom in the distance, but I have a feeling it's a little more complicated than that. So, anyone wanna share the notes they took in Demolitions 101?

[He then gives a little shrug.] Definitely better than selling frozen bananas again.

In unrelated news, hey, it's 2015. I see hoverboards, but where are my self-lacing sneakers? The really weird, questionable fashion? I miss my multi-colored hat; it made your eyes hurt to look at it, but at least you could see me from ten miles away.

[The way he says that, it's obvious he's joking. He misses no such hat.]

Oh well. Who am I to knock the 50's vibe of this 2015, anyway?

assays

Hello.

[The voice that comes over the feed is distinctly English, and despite her mood, Peggy is polite. She wasn't going to reveal her status as an agent or indeed the SSR because Peggy didn't know who was listening.]

My name is Margaret Carter and like some of you, I am a recent arrival. It hasn't been easy, trying to adjust to my new circumstances and- [there's a pause.] - abilities. After reading the file I was given and speaking to others, I'm no closer to getting to the truth of this place and whom or what is behind it; if anyone has any more information or even a theory, please share. The more I know the better prepared I am for what's to come.

[Bringing people from different universes, both good and bad, and bestowing incredible powers upon them is a recipe for disaster in her mind. Already, Peggy has heard worrying details about the Swear in ceremonies.]

But I do know one thing for certain. I have no desire to stay here and I am determined to try to get everyone who wants to go home back to where they belong.

[There's a fire in her tone, like something has awoken inside of her and came rushing to the surface.]

You have my word.

rathercommon

Hullo, everyone. It's Kitty. I've not been around for a little while, but - I'm back now. In Heropa. And, erm - just for anyone who cares - both Mandrake and Bartimaeus have gone home. So I'm the only one left from my world now.

[ Her expression following that announcement is a mixture of disgust (because that sounded dreary and pathetic, didn't it) and sadness. Then, with a little shake of her head (you can practically hear her telling herself to stiffen her upper lip) she continues on: ]

Right. So - all right. I recently made a rumblr - that's an account on the website rumblr-dot-com - and I've actually managed to get quite a few followers. It turns out people are completely mad for having imPorts friended on social media. Anyway, it's actually really great - there are lots of really worthy causes out there, and when I pick them up they get spread around pretty nicely. It keeps this celebrity thing from being overbearingly stupid. I generally ask my followers to bring causes to my attention. This week I'm trying to help raise funds for maintaining latrines in areas where people practice open defecation. A lack of proper sanitation is linked incredibly closely to higher rates of infant mortality and shorter lifespans, but a billion people in the world live without access to it. And it doesn't take all that much money to make a change. So I'm trying to raise funds for that this week. Next week, we're going to be taking a look at raising money to help with mass deworming.

My rumblr is called 'therealkittyjones,' if anyone wants to follow me.

I'm also looking for people to help out with some fundraising for these causes. I've been in touch with a radio station, and I'm thinking we ought to do a celebrity version of two truths and a lie - in honor of all that rubbish at the last swear-in, you know. What happens is you come onto the program and you give me two true statements and one lie. Listeners go online and they wager five dollars on which one's the lie. If they get it right, they get an autographed picture of you, and if they get it wrong then their money just goes to charity. You'll also put up some of your own money, and if I manage to guess on-air which one's the lie you have to donate too. I've gotten asks for some of the imPorts in particular - [ She leans forward and clicks to another window on her communicator, her eyes moving as she reads. ] So, Superman, Mr Stark, Mr Hundred, Mr Wayne, Mr Gamagori, Mr Taylor, Mr Xanatos, Mr Callaghan, consider yourselves called out - you know, reading off all those men, I just realized how sexist my followers are, eurgh. There are a few women on this list too, but not nearly enough. Olivier, Sabriel, Power Girl...Actually, you know, pretty much everybody's interesting to the locals. I think all of you are on here, the list is like five pages long. We've just got far too many men here, haven't we?

[ And she sits back, her eyes focusing as she comes back to the window of her webcam. ]

Anyway, it'll only take about an hour of your time, and it's for a good cause. A series of good causes. Plus you'll get to talk about yourself, and I've never met anyone who wasn't at least a little bit obsessed with themselves. So...let me know if you're interested and I'll set up all the details.

Right. Anyway, thanks for listening.

biteouttagrimes

[ The video starts with Rick sitting there on the edge of his bed, staring at the camera with an uncertain intensity. His brows furrow, the corner of his lip turns downward, and after a minute or two he breaks his silence. ]

Don't know if this thing is recording. Supposed to put me in touch with everyone out there, ain't it?

[ He rubs at some unseen tension on his face. ]

'Cause I've been watchin' this network. Watchin' everyone talking. Making their posts. Goin' on like this ain't no big deal bein' in this world...

[ His eyes narrow. ]

You all act like you're friendly. You have your parties and celebrations. You pretend like things are okay... [ He thinks, for just a moment, of Verity. Verity in near tears at the Swear In after being bathed in so many untruths. ]

And you lie. Not just to the world, but to yourselves.

'Cause I've seen it. What it is you become. I seen it when you take away everything, the things you'll do just to survive.

And it ain't fancy parties or ice cream sundaes. It ain't even a whole bottle of whiskey.

[ Rick's jaw sets together for a moment. ]

But it don't have to be like that. We can fight it. This world -- they think they can control us. But we can take it from them. We can make it our own. We're the ones who got the power. They'll try to use us, manipulate us, lie to us. They'll even try to kill us. But they can't do none of that unless we let 'em. 'Cause if we don't fight, we die.

And I know I'm not the only one who sees it the way it is.

[ He holds up his wrist -- bearing the UNSETTLED tattoo. ]

Guess what I wanna know -- what 'm askin' is who else out there gets it? 'Cause so far all I seen are people who don't.

glowsferatu

i need the name of every criminal defense attorney you can think of
thank you

bumblebeeb

[Ted has somehow rigged this to play at the beginning of his message, which mostly consists of video of the outside of a brand spanking new Bug. Ted is narrating, of course.]

This here's the Bug. She's solar powered, can be called by remote, break the sound barrier if I get her going fast enough, and lots of other fun things. I'm not gonna give away all my dirty little secrets just like that. [A beat.] But if you're interested, give Kord Enterprises a call. Or hit me up here.

[This next bit is PRIVATE, locked to Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Michael Carter, and Karen Starr.]

Sooooo. If we're still considering a League around here, we've got an easy mode of transport now. [A little pause, there] ....Obviously, you can count me in with the Bug, too.

outlawrain

This is Moses here. Don't normally use text, but I'm in the middle of somethin' and I wanted to get it out of my head before I forgot.

I'm looking to add a new skill. Is anyone good at teaching people flexibility? I'm willing to pay good money for the lessons and my schedule is pretty open.

I'm just looking to avoid getting stale.

Let me know if you know someone or are someone. Thanks.

...Oh! Went camping. Help me convince Lancer to get a new hobby besides fishing.

nitidus

In light of recent events, I have been thinking a lot about foes and villains with more gusto than I suppose can be considered 'normal'. When I was younger, I am embarrassed to admit my greatest 'foe' was my mother. In hindsight, I can appreciate her gestures to have been done with love and not the passive aggression I had once thought. I was very naive, for all I thought myself very clever.

So I suppose the question is: who are what are your biggest foes?

bumblebeeb

[The scene: a warehouse, semi-organized, with a few large pieces of metal and welding tools in the background. The foreground contains one Ted Kord, face smeared with grease and grinning like an excited ten-year-old. His Bug is coming together, slowly but surely, and he's taking a brief break from welding to eat and pose the network a question that has been niggling at his mind after a recent conversation with Bruce Wayne.]

So hey, folks! Been a while since I've been poking around on here, for obvious reasons. [With a genial nod back to the workings of the Bug behind him.] I've got my hands into a lot of transportation pots around here, as you can see; but certain things aren't quite my expertise. Back home I did mostly computer bits and tech for that sort of thing; this kind of tinkering was for fun. Anyway, I was wondering: does anyone happen to know a lot about mag-lev technology? I'm planning on heading over to the library at some point, but it'd be good to get more points of view from different people. Let me know!

booyahh

I think we should all take a moment to just take a deep breath and be appreciative of the fact that the month is over. It was almost like being home. [ All things considered Traci’s voice sounds pretty upbeat. It’s being accomplished by full force of will. ] Here’s to hoping that everyone that found themselves a little bit crazy is feeling more like themselves. Unless that’s how you usually are, but I have it on pretty good authority that you’re not usually like that. [ She pauses for a second and then quickly clarifies: ]

That is totally a general you, not someone specific. [ Actually it's 100% someone specific, she's just trying to spare the guy. And now she attempts to filter the really important thing from one Jaime Reyes. She worked really hard to hopefully get this right. ]

[ Filtered FROM Jaime Reyes. ]

Okay so, on to the really important thing here. Jaime’s birthday is the 19th and I want to throw him a surprise party. I need some ideas for a venue to hold it. Location isn't a problem for me, I can get anyone wherever and I can get him there too. [ Even if it means being rude and teleporting him randomly. ] So, any suggestions? I'm also taking RSVPs if you're interested in coming. No matter what venue it ends up being there will be free food, so if you need some bribery, which you totally shouldn't, there is that.

Also, presents are a thing. It doesn't have to be something huge, but what's a party without gifts right? At least he's really easy to shop for! Plus people could always giftpool! I hope that everyone can make it.

So who's up for a party?

restitute

( ooc: info on the mirror network here and note about oliver's abilities - he has a power that allows only people who already know that oliver queen = the arrow to be able to place his features while he's wearing a mask! )

[The image on screen is that of a man in a hood and a dark green mask. Almost every visible inch, apart from his neck and face, is covered in some sort of green leather, and there's a quiver peeking out from over his shoulder.

When he speaks, his voice is lower and rougher than Oliver Queen's would be, and the name showing up on the display is nothing more than: ➹ ]

I've noticed something since arriving here. A good number of the people I've seen on the streets, making posts about information they've gathered, and bringing up technology they've found or made are- [... kids? he probably shouldn't say kids.] Younger. Than a lot of people may like.

[Here, his voice gets a little clipped.]

So, to those of you buying your first ski mask to take advantage of whatever abilities you have: don't. Go back to school, go back to your friends, go back to the life you've been living here, go back to being safe.

[There's a pause, to let that sink in, before: ]

To everyone else: don't do it alone. Get training, be well equipped, find someone who will watch. Your. Back. When things get out of hand. [Because if Oliver has experience with anything, it's with a dumbass teenager who will just keep diving in no matter what he ~~shoots him with~~ does to try and stop him.]

And for those of you with experience: share it.

[This has been a Grumpy ~~Green~~ Arrow PSA]

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