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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.

hardboyled

[The video feed opens up to a morose looking dude in a pale blue shirt and a bland tie with it's knot loosened heavily. Looks like someone's returned from a disappointing time out.]

Ladies and gentleman, it is with a heavy heart that I bring you this terrible news: The 4.7 rated restaurant, Maison d'etre has been lying to us all. Like you, I was fooled by the high praise it was receiving on such popular food blogs as "Good Morning Viet-nom!", "Let's Taco 'Bout Food" and "Making Ends Meat" who all labelled it a culinary adventure of locally sourced food.

However! [His voice breaks halfway through the word, wavering between anger and the desperate need to cry in disappointment.] I have since eaten there and can say with complete certainty that the only culinary adventure to be found in that excuse for a restaurant is the amount of imported ingredients they have on their menu! Even their corn is imported from Ukraine. Who can't find locally sourced corn in America?! I tell you, ladies and gentleman, I am just one big D right now. Disappointed!

[A sigh that's as weighty as the world itself, and... was that a small, barely restrained sob as he quickly bows his head? At least he's quick to compose himself, straightening himself up in his chair and puffing out his chest after a deep inhale.] But it's not all bad news. I, Charles Boyle, will be sure to continue conveying these injustices to the world!

And a few weeks from now, I'll also be sharing my knowledge of food to any folks willing to learn. Watch this space for Boiled Over, an imPort cooking show in front of a small live audience, set to delight and astound. [And just like that, his previous disappointment steadily creeps towards eagerness, because cooking is awesoooome.]

I'm sorry, I'm just so excited for this opportunity! Wow, what a rollercoaster of emotions this place is!

carbonfrozen

[It's 2 AM when this message pops up on the network—it had been meant for Lando's more private channel, but. Well. Considering Han's early morning texting habits, this was bound to happen at some point.]

hey Lando if you're still up I need some help

where are all the best places to take someone out for a classy first date

[Oops.

He doesn't wait for a response or even check if he posted it to the right place before he passes out for an hour or two. In the very near future, he's going to come to regret that.]

wouldificould

[ The audio function on this is remarkably similar to her show, with just a more limited audience. But this is Trish's element. This is where she shines. ]

Those of you who didn't have powers before coming here -- is it something that you dreamed of back home? Did... [ She pauses to find the right word. ] ..."gifted" people exist where you're from? I always tried to convince my best friend that she should put on a costume and save others. I guess I was trying to live vicariously through her that way.

There's something that happened. We call it "The Incident" because, well... "The Day Aliens Poured Out of the Sky" is a bit of a mouthful. A good portion of New York was destroyed and a lot of lives were lost, but it could have been worse. Unimaginably worse. But there were people who stepped in. Stepped up.

Do you think those who have the power should use it for the betterment of society? Share your thoughts.

magnitudes

( The scene:
Sarissa, with what looks like twisted up kitchen roll shoved up each nostril, the paper bloody. Her nose is puffy, bruised, the skin across the bridge of it and around her eyes looking almost purple, but it hasn’t bowed to either side.

Underneath said tragedy, Sarissa’s mouth is tugged in a wide smile. )

Fuckin’ oath, mates. My sister clocked me good. Can you see this?

( The camera is waved around, to get different angles of her poor nose. ) Bloody legend. I was worried she’d be useless at self-defence, but I take back everything. And she’s driving me to A n’ E.

( She’s in a car, by the way. A nice one. The seats are a deep red leather, and in the driver's seat but considerably less jovial is Sarah. She turns the camera to actually get a shot of Sarah for a couple of seconds before twisting the camera away again. )

It was an accident, we’re good and golden. Lesson learned, but, don’t try to tickle attack Saroula when she’s groggy.

( A sniff, and she makes a little “ow” sort of face that is more comical than sincere. )

Anyway, just wanted to say we’re gonna have a big fuck off barbie at ours, soon. Last part of the summer— or uh, first part of the autumn? And if you happen to also have a homicidal ex-boyfriend who has been ported out for more than a month, then you get to receive a special prize. Like, I dunno. You can take home the bouncy castle, or something. Everyone’s invited, unless I don’t like you, but if you ain’t sure and you got a seal of approval from one of the girls, then you’re good. But everyone bring some food or something, ‘cause I ain’t cooking endless bloody mountains of food when I don’t know how many people are turning up. For one, I'm cheap, and for two, I'm lazy.

( Another little sniff, and Sarissa looks across at Sarah. Dramatically: ) Do you reckon I can still get away with serenadin’ myself in the mirror? You’re beeeeautiful—

( That might just be Sarah’s hand reaching over to try and knock Sarissa’s device out of her hand. )

No, Sarah, you broke my nose, you get to listen to me sing James bloody Blunt, that’s the rules. Maybe Snow Patrol, okay, or Shania, that’s my compromise.

d33tached

I can't sleep.

[Normally D33 might have something a little more eloquent to say (or at least something a little more long-winded), but, then again, normally D33 would have also gotten more than a couple of hours of sleep in a week.

[Not this one. He's been up for a solid seventy-two now at least, and that's only if you're counting the brief two to three hours of tossing and turning in between. With mild hallucinations starting to set in, D33 is beginning to get desperate.

[Despite the increasing paranoia, he is willing to try just about anything at this point.]

I am in need of advice. Leave suggestions below.

Please.

pop_of_color

feelings and shit are weird and lame, and i'm cool as fuck, so i don't know how this shit works, but like

how do you show someone that you care?

maevelous

For all of you new arrivals and even for some of the older ones, I have a bit of a public service announcement if you will.

[ It's Maeve's voice, but the video is focused on her walking through imPort housing unit Nonah #005. The house is in various states of pet disarray -- shredded furniture, curtains, and carpeting come into view. There is pet fur all over that roombas can only do so much about. And there are a large variety of toys strewn out across the floor. The video focuses on the six cats in the room -- a calico, a white bengal, a munchkin, a havana, and two indeterminable breeds. ]

Think twice about getting a pet in this world. I know it may seem like a fine idea at the time, but this is the sort of thing you leave behind. And what becomes of these poor animals? How many of them wind up displaced because imPorts went back to their homes? We are temporary in this world. These creatures are permanent.

[ Maeve moves on from the room, heading out the sliding glass doors to the koi pond, focusing in on it. The pond is clean and well kept, but it's still more animals that are here that need to be tended to. ]

I had the misfortune of inheriting all of this after the port out of my housemates.

[ Going back inside, Maeve heads upstairs and pushes open a door in order to showcase a fish tank with a red-tailed shark and three imProcreats -- a dragprawn, a lamabama, and a blickablake. These things are essentially pokemon without the demands of having to be fed. ]

If anyone was friends with the Iron Bull, Ken Amada, Kaneda or Tetsuo and wants to adopt any of them, it would be greatly appreciated. Hell, even if you weren't friends and can offer them the attention they deserve, then take them. I'm keeping them fed and cleaning up after them, but I don't have time for much else beyond that. I'm a busy woman, after all.

[ Maeve leaves, heading to her own room and closing the door behind her to turn the video to herself. ]

To end this on a more upbeat note, I work as a manager at the bar Merlotte's in De Chima. As a warm welcome on behalf of new imPort ambassador Sam Merlotte, I'd like to offer any new arrivals a drink on the house. But if you're an older imPort and you sweet talk me well enough, I might consider offering you a drink on me.

notsheepish

You guys! Oh my gosh, you guys.

[The voice is breathless, shaking somewhat along with the video feed as it tries to focus on the person in frame.]

Feel free to ignore me after this, but for the next few seconds at least, you have to see what I'm seeing.

[Finally the blurry figure focuses into a grinning woman in hiking clothes, her hair in a ponytail and a bead of sweat rolling down her cheek, who chuckles once before turning the camera around. It's a little unclear where the video is being recorded from, other than somewhere hilly outside of any of the porter cities, and it's a little unclear what everyone's meant to be focusing on as well. Until the shot zooms in a bit, framing about a dozen big, furry puffballs huddled up near a stream, including a few smaller ones playing together on the edge of the water.]

Capybaras! I'm, like, 90% sure they're capybaras, which makes no sense, but there they are! I, um- I know things have been... especially rough in the porter cities the last couple weeks-- [Including something about zoo animals that have been released or something, though that obviously isn't relevant to anything going on here, why would anyone think that??] --but maybe for a second we can all just chill and watch some baby capybaras play in the water?

I'm pretty sure this is the definition of therapeutic.

puppydoctor

[You know what's really awesome? A massive clone crisis happening right as you're trying to move. George is exhausted and fed up, but there's been something on his mind, and he types out a brief message.]

what with all the crazy stuff that's gone down, i've been thinking about expanding the services the clinic provides.

show of hands, or just replies i guess - who would be interested in being trained in first aid and emergency field medicine? we need more people on the ground when things like this happen, caring for the casualties. native first responders are clearly overwhelmed, but if we can get some people out there who can deal with the danger and the injured, i think that would be a huge benefit.

pop_of_color

need some advice? need some love advice?

here's your chance to ask.

pop_of_color

been here over a week.

been having .. weird convos with people of varying levels of hostility. i hate ~~all~~ most of you.

you can redeem yourself by telling me where the best place to get a drink is.

pop_of_color

[The video, though active and recording, shows only back - but it's not a solid black,
as though the camera's been covered. Instead, it shifts and moves and lets in some peeks of light, suggesting that someone's trying to keep the camera covered with their hand or with something that keeps sliding off. At one point, there's a grey ceiling and the top of someone's head - the only indication of which is two black curls.]

Shit.

[The video goes black again with the sound of the device being placed on a hard surface of some kind, probably a table.]

All right, listen up, dum-dums. [The voice is that of a woman. She has a deeper tone than others, and there's an edge to it that suggests she could very easily kill you if she wanted to. And that she probably does.] I don't know how the fuck I got here or why - or why I woke up in America's sweaty asshole of all places, or why I'm now in Amish country - but I need to get back to Brooklyn, ASAP.

Also, what the hell is it with these damn .. machines? [She means the Porters.] This is some Star Wars bullshit, and it's probably the only cool thing going for this place right now.

notsheepish

[Cut to: the interior of a diner somewhere. The camera rests on a counter, leaned against a napkin holder or maybe a shaker of salt. There is the chatter of patrons in the background. Ruby leans on the counter, somewhat tired-looking but smiling as she rests her chin on her hand. A pie sits in a display case next to her.]

Hey, guys. As we get to the end of the month, just a little reminder that Granny's Bed & Breakfast is open for business now, just a short drive outside Nonah, if you ever need a weekend away from everything.

And for anyone who's new to this world and feeling a little overwhelmed by the city or the technology or whatever, there's no charge to come stay somewhere a little quieter for a few days as you make the adjustment. So if you, someone you know, or someone you meet soon could use that sort of thing, remember Granny's, okay?

[She almost leaves it there, but then sits up a little straighter suddenly.]

--oh, and feel free to stop by the diner as well if you ever want to grab a drink or a burger or just come say hi to the cute owner! I hear she's very friendly and loves puns. You could even share your favorite right now to brighten her mood after a long day at work.

[And with an amused little chuckle at herself, Ruby signs off.]

coppelganger

[ Wonder of wonders, it's time for a rare as hell Sarah network post. But today is an important day, and for more people than just her, she's sure. When she appears on the network early in the afternoon, she's subdued, but then again, she always kind of is when she's doing something on the network. ]

Anyone else really missing their kid today? Or maybe just missing their mum?

[ That's it. She doesn't have a lot to say. The questions hang in the air for a few seconds, and then she reaches over and shuts the feed off. ]

wordaday

[Streaming live from the office at Merlotte's, it's Sookie on her dinner break! And she only looks half-exhausted, bless.]

Hey y'all, so I'm looking for some roommates. I've got a good sized house, and I'm staring to realize it's just a little too much for one person.

[And it has nothing to do with the fact that she got straight up dream kildt and can't sleep in an empty house anymore. Nah.]

Big things first: I'm just on the edge of De Chima, kind of far out there. The house is pretty old, so there's gonna be a lot of creaking and weird leaks. I've got two empty rooms, one's kinda small on the first floor off the living room. The second one's on the second floor and it's a little bigger. And [She winces, because this next part is bad.] there's only one full bathroom, just to be honest.

I'm just looking for other women, and I'm totally pet friendly. [Wait, no, hold on.] Unless they're scaly. Annnnnnd.....I think that's all I have for now? If you're interested, just let me know.

[And she's gonna leave it at that, because she's been on a nine hour shift and a woman needs a damn moment to herself.]

divaricate

It's been a while since I've brought up the topic of food here.

[So here she is today, here to make everyone hungry. You're welcome.]

What are some of your favorite food things? Stuff you would find at a bakery. Bonus points if you can actually send me a recipe.

[She might be ( -- is -- ) looking for ideas for new stuff to make and offer at her bakery. Pretty much 90% of stuff there is of the Eastern-ish European variety, but she does have a smaller selection of other things. Of that smaller selection, she could use more ideas.]

I'm kind of looking for some inspiration for something. Thanks in advance.

[A smile.]

sideless

Hey so.

[ Crowley's face appears on camera for a moment before she turns it around, displaying the inside of a bar that seems to be in the middle of an epic fight. ]

I left a bottle of vodka in there? And like, half the jocks are kind of looking for me inside so I can't very well sneak back in and grab it, can I? I swear to god, it's like everyone's on a hair trigger around these parts.

[ The camera goes back to Crowley and now people might notice she has a small cut on her left cheek, as well as some glass on her hair. Wait, was that a broken window facing outside the bar? ]

Tell you what, first person that nabs it gets to drink half and I'll buy another one, because I know how to say thanks. Hmm? Any takers?

Also anybody knows any good bars? Asking for a friend.

notsheepish

Hey, everybody. Check it out!

[Open on a slightly run-down inn not quite IN the forest but near enough to it, and with a little of what looks to be a small town in the near distance. The shot pans back and forth over the old wood building a couple of times while birds chirp somewhere just offscreen.]

I know, I know! There are a couple of you I promised I'd talk to before I made a final decision, but you guys. The window was about to close and the deal I got on this place?? It was too good to pass up. So say hello to the future site of Granny's Bed&Breakfast, Nonah branch.

[Finally, the camera shifts and Ruby's face pops on screen.] Also Granny's Diner, if you're just looking for a bite and not a place to stay for the night.

Obviously, there's still quite a bit of work to do before it's ready, but I think it's going to be really nice once it's all done. We are very conveniently located far enough from the city for nice views and a little privacy, but not so far that it's a hassle driving out here for lunch sometimes. Or every day, you know, whatever. So keep an eye on this space for another announcement from me, hopefully soon-ish? Also, if anybody's looking for work or just wants to be a really awesome friend and volunteer a little time and energy to the renovating effort, let me know!

Now... congratulate me.

hardedged

[ as the video feed starts, something seems a bit... off about jessica jones, to anyone familiar with her typical demeanor. namely, she looks more relaxed and rested, and of most significance, she wears a warm smile. guess who's been infected with compulsive affection? #yikes ]

Hey, everyone. It's Jess. I've been thinking, and look... I know I haven't left the best impression here. [ a sigh, as her grin falls a bit. she sounds regretful, though sincere. ] But I wanna start over. About time I said sorry. You've been great, and I'm lucky to know all of you.

Hope you guys have a good Valentine's. You deserve it.

[ somebody save her. ]

magnitudes

( HI guys. This is Sarissa. Last time she was on the network she was wearing a ridiculous shirt and was even more ridiculously drunk, a shenanigan that involved yelling at people about art and being excessively poetic. It was a mess.

Now here is Sarissa, looking a lot more serious. Her hair is pulled back into a messy bun, is wearing a dark charcoal button down, and is entirely sober. )

Uh— hi. I’m Sarissa Theron. A few of you have already had the misfortune of speaking to me, in person or on here. Usually I’m pretty obnoxious, so—

( She frowns, and pauses. No, deflecting won’t work for this, and she rolls her shoulders to get herself to focus. )

Some of you might have heard by now that I was murdered. Twice, actually. The first time was just after Thanksgiving and the second time was at the tail end of that blackout we was all in a fluster about. I lied the first time around and said I didn’t know who killed me, because…

( Her gaze drops, for a moment. ) I was scared, mostly. Thought I was protecting the people I cared about, and I thought silence was the only way to do it, because the person I was protecting them from was - is - invulnerable. That kind of backfired, but. So— here I am.

His name is Sylar, but some of you might’ve met him as Gabriel Gray. He has a kind of… hunger, or an obsession, I guess, with collecting powers. That was why he killed me the first time around, so he could take a power of mine.

( She exhales, slowly, working herself up to the next bit. ) To be perfectly clear, he’s a fuckhead and he tried to hurt people I care about to make a game outta our lives. But I think— I think despite my visceral feelings about it, what’s more important than trying to take him apart is trying to get him help. Justice, obviously, he needs to take responsibility for what he did, but just— if you find him, and if you’re able to contain someone like him, don’t hurt him or... be shit, basically. Something happened, maybe, to make him how he is and vengeance and all that aren’t gonna help him get better, they’ll just give him more rage to run on. I figure enough of us around these parts are from heaps messed up worlds or have seen messed up shit to know what that’s like, in some way.

Anyway. I’m sorry I didn’t come out and say it sooner. If you have questions or that, I’ll answer them as good as I can.

( ooc: Sylar stuff is public knowledge as of the Majority report if you want your character to be a bit familiar with it. )

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WILL YOU HELP SAVE THE WORLD?

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