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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.

viced

Hey, imports. I don't know how many of you follow the news routinely, but... I figured I would come on here, while my press guy goes to tell the news outlets.

[ He looks away from the screen, for a moment, before back to the camera. ]

Effective...well, as soon as it can be arranged, I've decided to give up my position as ambassador of De Chima, Virginia. I'd like to thank everyone for their support, and their willingness to let me nose in on your lives and your opinions, and I hope... that in the future, you'll allow me to keep doing that.

I'm not exactly done with politics, or I'd probably have stopped breathing by this point. I'm not really in the business of giving up, but... When opportunity strikes...

[ Another pause. This one considerably longer. He tipped his head, as if he was listening to something off-screen. Of course, he was. ]

So, it's official. This one's mostly for anyone currently living in Virginia -- hopefully you'll be voting, and if you do, I'll appreciate your vote in November. I'll be running to become your elected Sentor in DC.

But, obviously, more than that, I'd appreciate hearing what's important to you. Just because I'll -- hopefully -- be one of the honorable senators for Virginia, doesn't mean I don't intend to forget about the rest of you imports. I'd like to take our voices to the Senate floor, whenever possible.

rideme

Hey, everyone. Listen. I had an idea. See, I've heard those... heroes running around have special names for themselves. Different names. Like... super man or something.

So. I've decided.

[Whoa now, he sounds proud of himself. That's probably not a good sign, where Iron Bull is concerned. And this is something everyone can thank the one and only Sky High for, since the nice man has been filling Bull's head with talk of Hero Names.]

Get this. Instead of the Iron Bull, how about we go with... The Iron Dragon?

[There's a pause. Like he's waiting for a reaction.]

Yeah? Huh? Intimidating enough? I figured it would be. It has a better, scarier ring to it.

wifeonmars

[The video opens on a patch of blue sky, with some birds flying by. The camera turns and there's a surprisingly green girl giving a smile and a wave. And apparently holding the comm with no hands. She floats (??) peacefully for a bit, wind catching her cape before looking at the camera again.]

Hey, everyone! I'm Miss Martian. But you can call me M'gann. Just thought I'd introduce myself. A-and even though I am actually from Mars, I promise I'm not here to invade or anything! I mean, an invasion of just one person isn't a very good invasion. And I'd probably go all undercover so you wouldn't even notice... It'd be pretty easy actually.

[She actually appears to be considering the logistics of an alien invasion before remembering herself.]

Anyways! I'm really excited to meet everyone and I hope we can be friends!

pixiestyx

[Oh hey, on the screen is everybody's favorite(?) bubblegum fairy girl! Er, except she looks quite a bit different. For one thing, she's got bat wings instead of dragonfly, and for another, she's wearing significantly less than usual. For the third, her body language is completely different--she's lounging like she's trying to look as alluring as possible.

She may look like Megan Gwynn on the surface, but otherwise she comes off as a totally different person.]

Hey scrubs!

[She twirls a lock of her hair, smirking.] Not that I don't appreciate the free digs and everything, but what's with the ambiance, huh? How's a girl supposed to get any action in, like, suburbia hellhole? It's so squeaky clean around here I bet you can't even kill a guy. What's there to do here that's fun?

[Her grin widens and she licks her teeth, which should give any viewers a decent impression of her idea of fun.]

Anybody who feels like living it up a little give me a yell, 'kay? Nightmare out.

akas

[ The sound of glasses being passed around and chat in the background offers an uniform, muffled hum. It's not a busy night. ]

Okay, help a girl out here. I've been reading but yeah... it hasn't helped much. Also, it's confusing as fuck.

[ Jessica doesn't do small talk. She's less salty about the whole being kidnapped thing, but she's far from fine. ]

The Cold War... is still happening? Didn't happen? It's what, the fucking Hot War now?

[ It's like someone only read the titles of a history book while drunk and high. ]

And why do they need us exactly? They seem to be waging wars just fine without us. Because I'm sure as hell not buying the whole story about them not being able to control their little interdimensional kidnap robot.

...and did the Russians seriously invaded us?

[ You can hear her shake her head. So much. ]

Anyway, I'm Jessica. Jessica Jones. I do detective work, if someone needs that. Spread the word, I don't know. Also, I own a bar. Kinda. First drink on me if you're stuck here, whatever.

[ Heavy sigh, barely audible curse. That's all, folks. ]

homerunning

Okay, weird question. Completely important, guys. Like...Priority #1

Baseball★ or Cricket☆.

[Yes, he speaks in stars. What of it. You may hear the essence of a home run after 'Baseball', and a umpire in the background of 'Cricket'. Yeah. that happens.]

I'm not saying it's to prove a point but it's DEFINITELY to prove a point.

Baseball's totally better.

liverletdie

[ So hello, Imports, many of you have seen some parts of Starktech before, but Tony Stark's office is a little different. There's a moment of discomfort, when the hand pulls back -- actually using the communicator is obviously not natural to Stark, who pulls back after a moment to show he's not alone. It's also Charles Xavier in the shot, but other than a tip of his head, he doesn't acknowledge him at first. ]

There we go. Alright, evening everyone.

If I haven't introduced myself to you personally, that's a shame, and we should change that. I'm Tony Stark. My friend here -- [ A gesture backward ] is Charles Xavier.

But before we get started on why we're here, I want to give a little bit of a history lesson. And excuse my missteps, I'm not a professor by any stretch of the imagination. [ An eyeroll in someone's direction. The someone in question, merely smiled serenely but wasn’t about to take Tony off the hook. Not in this instance. ] I'm better at doing than explaining. Always have been.

But that's just the way things are, and since I'm something of a relic here -- [ A grimace. He recently just had an anniversary. ] -- and since I've been ported away from home for a long while, I want to talk a little bit about what I've seen. You see, this whole thing with Russia? It's a bit like watching an old show remade -- kind of. We're used to being disliked -- whether as Superhumans, mutants, metahumans, or imports, or whatever it is you go by back in your own world. That's just how it is, when people suddenly start manifesting with more power than we know what to do with. It's natural to fear us. I've known people who could destroy the world if they wanted -- I've even seen it come close a time or two. To put it mildly. To go from normalcy to the verge of a disaster movie? It's difficult for the best of us, and not everyone is the best of us.

Back before -- in the City, we spent a long time dealing with this. See, when I first arrived, we weren't easily controlled, or well regulated. We...did things. At one point, Godzilla took over, someone summoned a fleet of demons -- and cthulhu, and then an import defaced the moon. [ It was a dick. The rumors about a dick on the moon were true. ] See, people didn't like that, and they stepped up, and started an organization called Vulcanus. They infiltrated us at one point. Then they started going to other worlds in an effort to stop us. They even used Sea Turtles as guinea pigs to give themselves superpowers. We even went to a world where they took control, and us imports were essentially their property.

I won't lie, it's bad, and we shouldn't be treated like that. By any stretch of the imagination. But everything that's happening, the way Russia kidnapped some of us, and tried to brainwash the rest of us... we've been through it before, and come out the other side. Hell, Lachesis saved us that last time, but we still persevere every time. But I don't know about you, but I'd rather it not be a battle every time. And we need to do more, we need to be better at convincing the world around us that we should be welcome. Which, actually, is why we're talking to you today.

[ Alright. Tony had taken care of the history lesson, so now it was Charles’ turn to pick up the professor baton.

Rolling his chair slightly more into the frame, he nodded towards Stark before turning his attention to the camera feed. ]

‘May you live in interesting times” I believe is a quote that many of us have heard and I have to admit that since arriving here three months ago I feel as if I’ve been living in very interesting times indeed.

[ He offered the words with a smile, before sobering and continuing. ]

One of my first encounters with a local here in this world was a woman who was expressing her concerns over imPorts and some of the destruction that has been caused over time. One of my first experiences was when the city of Heropa was overtaken by a jungle and from there, the situation with the Soviets came to head.

When the Soviets first kidnapped imPorts, I was one of those who traveled to France, to talk with the French about aid. It was an eye opening experience for me, as the French had a number of questions and concerns when it came to imPorts.

[ Lifting a hand, he motioned towards Stark. ]

As Mr. Stark explained from his first hand experience of previous situations, the unknown factor surrounding imPorts, is allowing a fear of our abilities to take root in people's’ minds, particularly when they are getting sensationalist media reports about imPort activities.

So we’ve come up with an idea.

We want to try and adopt a more proactive attitude in reaching out to the international community and offering humanitarian technology and innovations that can come from imPorts. To this end, StarkTech has already committed funds and tech innovations in the fields of medical equipment and infrastructure; such as clean waterways and stable electricity.

I do want to be clear that we are only pursuing humanitarian innovations and technology. Nothing military, even in a defensive capacity. The goal here is to show the world that while we are powerful and/or come from worlds vastly more advanced than this one, our abilities need not be looked upon as merely weapons and feared as such.

[ Don’t know about anyone else but Charles had taken a little exception to the Soviets’ claims that imPorts were little more than weapons for the United States. ]

We’ve only just started to toss these ideas around and our hope is that there may be other imPorts who would like a chance to contribute to this effort? I understand that recent events have given us reason to feel cautious. But as a community, we have such a wide range of experiences, skills and abilities that the chance to offer our assistance on an international level, could afford us the opportunity to help show the locals of this world that they don’t need another Vulcanus.

[ Stark leans forward then, a bit more self-satisfied smile on his face than is strictly necessary, but then again, it’s Tony Stark. ] We want the community’s input, at the very least, but more than that, I’d personally like to see more people involved, no matter what your expertise is in -- there’s a place for everyone. So don’t hesitate to speak up, or ask questions, if there’s something that comes to mind.

[ It was Charles’ turn to nod in agreement with Tony’s words, before he continued. ]

This is an initiative that will work best if it comes from as many of us as are willing to offer time, ideas, and assistance. Large or small, it only needs to help show the international community that they don’t need to believe the Soviets’ insistence, that we are no more than weapons of the United States.

missleadingquestions

[It would seem this post’s been crossposted to other social media outlets, so if your character’s obsessed with the various brothers and sisters of Twine and MeTube, they might get this on multiple channels.

the camera opens to a wondrous view of a handsome young golden retriever wagging his tail as he sits on the sidewalk next to a bench, and of said handsome young golden’s master beautifully shoving hand-sized pies in his mouth with… multiple fast food bags beside him. They’re probably all full of hand pies. Gorgeous. Stellar. Truly a world-moving portrait.

Behind the camera is one Maya Fey, who along with Ken has been dragged on this pi-day pie collecting plan.]

Goood afternoon, Nonah. We’re here today with your follow up to operation: Kaneda pre-orders a pie. Kaneda, the public would like to know-- how many pies did you pre-order?

[Maya shoots her hand out in front of the camera as though gesturing at Kaneda with an imaginary microphone. This microphone is a paper-packaged straw, mind you.]

[Give Kaneda a moment, he didn’t expect an interview while he was still eating. His eyes cast to that ‘microphone’, his chewing slowing down to a snail’s pace as he finishes up that bite, swallowing hard and looking at the pie (still in box) that he’s holding.] ….One.

And how many pies were you able to buy, in the end?

[Another bite of pie follows, as he sizes up the bags sitting next to him on the bench. Clearly he’s in food-mode right now, and actually using his brain is taking a backseat to munching. Without even swallowing this time, he starts to count inside the first bag, holding it open with one hand while the other still firmly holds the pie.]

Ichi...ni...san… thirty.

Mmmmmhm.

...It’s really damn good.

[This entire video has ‘dog shaming meme’ written all over it, apparently.]

It’s strawberry. [Kaneda seems to have stopped paying attention to the broadcast, focusing more on the pie and talking to...well...Maya, I guess.]

Mmmmmhm. So, yeah. Pre-ordering pies— worth it, or not? You decide.

I want another. [As he goes diving into the first bag, spelunking for another one, practically sticking his whole head inside in the process.]

[The camera swaps over to the view of Capsule nosing at the bare patty of a hamburger, a special treat for pie day, since dog pie is certainly not a fast food staple.]

And now for the real hero of the day, Capsule. You go, pal.

wizzardly

[The first thing to come over the feed will be a too-close shot of a handmade sign before the wizard gets the right angle to show his face and the small park behind him in Nonah. He appears to be Unhappy.]

Right, okay, was I not legible enough, do you think? Should I have offered translations? I consider myself rather patient on the whole, but when some idiot - for the third time in two days - takes a clear warning and turns it into an invitation to create the sort of disaster which loses me my job, I get the feeling this blasted sign is doing more harm than good. So let's just make something clear, shall we?

This - [the video shifts for a moment to show a wooden trunk on legs, running full tilt behind him after a few terrified squirrels] - is not a pet! It is certainly not some sort of tame training dummy for empty-headed fighters to test their skills on. It is a monstrosity crafted of sapient pearwood, and when it feels its owner, who happens to be me, is being attacked, it eats people. No stern warnings, no shining letterheads or gentle taps on the shoulder, just death. Maybe missing fingers or a quick trampling, if they're lucky.

Am I making myself clear enough? Try to hurt me, this man right here, and my magical box will murder you, and I will watch.

[a pause.]

...Provided I have not already run away.

[Rincewind nods sharply, then takes off his sign and throws it in a trash can.]

There. I've officially done all I can do, I've said my piece, this is no longer my responsibility. [he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.] Honestly, I don't understand how it was so difficult to understand in the first place. You see a sign telling you not to do something - who then thinks 'Oh, well surely they don't mean that for me?' I swear, no matter where I find myself, it seems I'm always the only sane man arou -

[there's the loud crack of splintering wood and the sound of several screaming members of the rodent family. Rincewind (and the video) looks behind him to see that the Luggage has knocked down a large oak tree in its pursuit of the squirrels. His face drains of color.]

Oh bugger - !

nyahilist

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where is florida
nearest bar herpa
nearest bar heropa
cheapest bar heropa
are there cat cafes in america
cat cafe heropa
internet not working

[Ichimatsu will eventually figure out this whole smartphone thing, but "Google" was always straightforward enough at home so why is it being such a pain in the ass right now? He eventually tabs out of this app to look for something else, like a GPS app or something to get him wherever he could go. That's what these things are supposed to be good for, right? Well it would be just freaking peachy if they would ACTUALLY WORK FOR HIM. It's stressful enough that he's stuck in whatever the hell Florida is, alone, but they had to go and give him a defective phone too. Great. Awesome. Fantastic. This is it. This is the way it ends. He is going to die in this pla-- oh wait nevermind, there's Google.]

[[b. RELATED ACTION]]

[Despite his irritation, he appears to the average bystander like he's any other millennial engulfed in their phone, oblivious to their surroundings. ~~It of course has nothing to do with the fact that he can't actually deal with his surroundings right now, not at all.~~ And who knows maybe this phone can answer the rest of his questions. ...Once he figures out how to use it.

The guy is just kinda draped lazily over a bench on the sidewalk, only occasionally glancing up from his phone to take note of whatever strange character is walking by, but not at all interested in interacting with them. Socializing is pretty much the lowest thing on his list of priorities right now, tbh.

Anyone that stops to look at him for too long will get a steady and decidedly unsettling staring contest.]

...

...

...What?

((ooc: First things first, I am so sorry about him. Secondly, feel free to tag text or action, but know that in person he probably isn't going to be a great conversationalist... This is my vague warning...))

pixiestyx

[When the feed flickers to life, on the screen is a wide-eyed girl in her late teens; she'd look pretty normal, if it wasn't for her eyes and bright pink hair. To some, she may be a familiar face.]

Oh my gosh, hi, um, Network! [Her accent is faintly Welsh.] It's been, like, a really long time since I was last here so maybe you guys won't remember me, but I was definitely here before, and I mean I can't say I really missed this place but some of you were pretty cool, so it'll be nice to see you again--

[And that's when a different voice cuts in from the background, way deeper, very not Welsh, and sounding vaguely like it's coming from someone with rocks in their throat. Because it is.] Are you making a post? Is this like a superhero Youtube thing? I wanna be in it too! [What looks like a big grey stone wall slides into frame behind the girl. At least that's what it looks like until it. Bends over. And now there's some kind of big stony head in the frame over her shoulder.] Yo! What's up, nerds? I'm Rockslide, and the weird foreign girl here is Pixie! We're with the X-Men and if you wanna like our video and subscribe to our channel--

[With that the girl shoves the strange rock-being in what seems to be the equivalent of a shoulder in an attempt to get him to move over. It goes about as well as you'd expect a teen girl shoving a strange rock-being. In fact, she barely even fits in the screen anymore.]

Santo! I mean--Rockslide! This is my video! Go make your own video! [It's no use, she's been totally upstaged.] They already know who I am, that's why I’m re-introducing myself, not just plain old introducing myself! There's a big difference!

You don't need to re-introduce yourself, everyone's gonna remember the pink haired girl with wings! It's way more important that people meet me and know how much of a cool guy I am. [Santo clears his throat to go back to his Professional Youtube Guy voice, leaning in more and thus taking up more of the screen real estate. Because he's an asshole.] And for all the single ladies out there, you can hit me up with a private message any time and we can totally set up someth--

[Yeah, Megan's completely out of frame by now, and she's not real happy about it. Plus, Santo's bulk is muffling her voice, the nerve.] I can’t believe you’re using my video to try and chat up girls!

[--And then the screen goes blank. Did she shut it off on purpose? Did one of them turn it off on accident while wrestling for focus? The world may never know.]

[ooc: Megan is pink and Santo is gray! Both of them will be responding to this post. If you prefer a specific character please make a note, otherwise we will reply at our own discretion.]

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