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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.

mysterioisthetruth

How many of you take for granted that you have powers?

Real powers.

[The camera pulls back to reveal that Beck is hovering about a foot off the ground. A fluffy fog of cloud-like smoke is surrounding his feet.]

Flying. Super strength. Super speed. Super agility or resilience or maybe you're unkillable.

Oh, some of you do show it off, acting all superior, but there are many different types of power. Many varying degrees of power.

It's what you do with them that counts, right?

[Beck puts his hands out. Bright green energy swirls around his fingers and travels along his arms. He has more control of it; unlike the last network display which had him startled. He's wearing plain clothes and no flashy costume but it no longer matters. He can use this power anytime now. Looking at the energy for a moment, Beck's expression turns more sinister; his eyes gleaming; his lips curling into a smug smirk. The picture of somebody growing a little bit madder with newfound power. His eyes again move directly to look toward the camera.]

This is something to be treasured and not simply dismissed.

You have powers. Whether you had them before you came here or you discovered them upon your arrival. You all have some form of power.

So use them to your best advantage.

[Is this his idea of another motivational speech? It certainly sounds like it might be. Or is he just showing off? Both possibilities are highly likely.]

Don't waste this chance. Grasp it firmly.

[Here, his hands close into fists. The energy sizzles around them.]

And take it!

[His hands spring open again and the entire screen goes bright green, then the feed abruptly ends.]

continuousgroaning

so i'm sure you all have figured out by now that the gift delivery app I was endorsing was a dud

turns out the guy who made it and his "team" had no real idea what they were doing and are just a bunch of people with a bunch of money and nothing better to do than jump from one "grand moneymaking idea" to the next

anyway the app has been shut down and the guy won't return my calls or issue an apology for all the wasted time and money and possibly arguments that got started so i guess it's down to me

i'm sorry

like I know in the grand scheme of things it's minor and nobody really got hurt? but i feel like an idiot and i'm not going to be endorsing anything else again for a long while

time to go to the woods and become the wild horse queen i was always meant to be

madlove

Has anyone come here and managed to get a professional license they lost in their home world back?

[ Barbara telling her she hadn’t gotten her license back in the future had been like waving a red flag in front of a hangry bull. And if this place requires her to retake her boards, or something similar, Harley knows she can pass them with flying colors. Even if she’s subjected to a psychiatric evaluation, she knows how to beat that.

It's not even so much that she really wants her license back (listening to people bitch about their lives sounds sort of dreadful at this point, and there's no Arkham here to make things interesting). It's more that Harley wants to prove she can do it.

The real question is how much they’re going to dig into her past. At least she doesn’t have a record here to contend with. ]

And it sorta seems like with that big fleshship in Heropa a lot of people might require some therapy. By the way, if anyone’s getting rid of a couch or loveseat, I'll haul it away for you.

( Private to Barbara and Beck )

criminallysane

[ Joker has decided to use that fun new flower and gift delivery service to send Valentine's Day presents to a few of his nearest and dearest. Unfortunately, the orders have all gotten scrambled, and everyone on his list receives a gift meant for someone else.

All gifts include a card with a personal message, but (tragically!) no sign of the original intended recipient's name. ]

The Gift List
( For Loki, Barbara, Carol, Beck, Finn, Harley, Crane, Kirk, Georgia, and Gabriel )

madlove

[ Private to Barbara and Beck ]

This is gonna sound weird but can I crash on one of your couches for a few days? Or switch between couches so I’m less of a pain in the ass? Swear to God, I'll be gone once I can figure something else out. The animals are hanging out in my purse, so they won't be in the way. And I just got a new job anyway, so I’m sure I’ll be training. And actually go to this job. So I shouldn’t be around too much.

[ She's still listed as living in the apartment in De Chima, but fuck all if she wants to go there. ]

deadendjob

[At first, there is very clearly a hand covering the camera lens, and a muffled voice can be heard off screen.]

Okay, okay. Just do it. Put yourself out there. But- what do I say? I’m not really a big address kinda guy- I work one on one. A mano-a-mano type, that’s me. Okay, okay, big guy. Just gonna use a line.

[A throat is cleared and the hand removed. The voice that accompanies the sudden appearance of the wild-haired man on camera is different than it was before. Booming, echoing almost. ]

I am the Lord thy God.

[There’s a pause, a cough. Then the voice turns to normal, what you’d expect to hear from the face it is coming out of.]

And, uh, heyo kiddoes, I’m hiring. Never really done this before- but, hey, gotta keep the old ball spinning, right? So looking for those resumundos for every department. Just send them to my assistant…

Uh, also hiring an assistant. That one first. The rest of you just hold off until then, yeah? Cool.

Cool, cool, cool.

[God nods, places the communicator down and then just...sits there, tapping his hands on his knees in a off-beat pattern. Apparently having no idea the comm needs to be turned off.]

meaninglesseffort

This world has been connected.

[The voice on the network is deep and calm, betraying no particular surprise or confusion, despite obviously being that of a newcomer.]

Pitiful. Those who have washed up on these shores claim to have power.

[He scoffs.]

A pale imitation. True power doesn't lie in 'nanites', or the abilities you call super. It lies in every heart—in the darkness that is the heart's true essence. It grows endlessly. It consumes everything.

You'll see soon enough.

[ooc - for reference!]

bodilesswarrior

[ Trying to process the memories of a different life was difficult enough. She figured seeking out the people she'd lost there, one way or another, would help anchor her to the present, the truth of who she really was.

Instead, she's here on the network, face drawn and voice flat. She's years younger than her counterpart, and her hair is longer, but the look in her eyes right now isn't that different. ]

Cassandra Wayne and Stephanie Brown have gone home.

[ It's easier to say than disappeared, even if it's all much the same, at least for her. Cass is going back to a world where she's alone, drowning in grief and trauma and guilt. Stephanie, at least, has a version of Barbara who's there for her.

But when she's pulled back home herself, she'll forget that. She'll just believe that Stephanie died because she hadn't been looking. ]

If you were close with them, then - let me know what you need. Stephanie was - is - a friend. A protege. [ Family, but she can't explain that without giving away too much - for Stephanie's sake, if nothing else. Her own identity has been pretty badly compromised by whatever the hell that trip really was.

She takes a steadying breath. She needs to say this, needs to get it out. She can't let herself bury it, like that other Barbara did. ]

When I first met Cassandra, she didn't have a name. She didn't have anything, really, aside from a drive to help people. [ And in that other world, that drive was poisoned and warped. She was a weapon again.

Out of sight,, her fists clench, and it takes her a moment to shove down desperate rage. Whether it was just an illusion or another life they'd inhabited for a while, there's nothing she can do about it right now. ]

I gave her a first name. Bruce gave her a second. He's very much her father, but she's also...

[ Her voice catches, and her eyes sting. She hasn't really said it, not in so many words, not when she was herself. ]

She's my daughter.

And she's gone.

[ She ends the transmission. ]

john_morris

[The video opens on a man's bearded face frowning and obviously touching the screen. He mutters to himself at first.]

Is it... working? Just.. that... Ah!

[He pokes it one last time with his right hand then leans back, now just staring at the screen for a while.]

Hello? Is this... Can this be heard? They said I could be heard and seen through this small contraption. Is there anybody ...?

[He pauses, a little wide-eyed and takes a breath, muttering again.]

Ridiculous, truly... I... Maybe....

[Another pause and he side-eyes the device.]

On the off-chance that this is working as I was told...

Hello. My name is John Morris.

I do hope that I am not merely speaking to myself and the very vacant air around me like a fool... but I am told this will reach all the people that also have this ... rather magical communication box.

I have need of some assistance. You see... my hand...

[He raises up his left hand.]

I cannot let it touch anything or else something very strange happens. Like so...

[A glance around and he picks up a spoon. The silver utensil begins to visibly change to gold as he holds it in view. He lets the spoon fall again, looking distressed.]

I do not know what to do about this!

[He leans in again, poking at the screen.]

Do I... Hello? How does one hear a reply...?

mysterioisthetruth

May I have the attention of all residents and visitors to De Chima and Maurtia Falls.

[Mysterio looks very grim and serious - and the picture of a stoic hero - as he continues.]

I have discovered that there is a contaminate in the water supply which is causing some terrible side effects such as vivid hallucinations. I have alerted both the press and the authorities in order to most efficiently spread the word.

Do not drink the water. Do not take a shower.

I have been arranging with the community to create temporary safe shelters until this issue can be solved. There you will find a free supply of bottled water and areas to bathe in safety. Meals will also be provided. I would strongly advise everyone who is in an affected area to at once evacuate to these shelters.

You ignore this warning at your own peril.

cantgetanyworse

Hmm... [Says Jane. She's been trying to hold back on this, hoping someone else would do it, and yet...

She can't not do it, and maybe it can be beneficial.]

I'm sure that... there are a lot of people like myself - who haven't been here for terribly long - who perhaps don't understand the significance of what may be happening now. What we've been warned about. [Since the strange message, that is.]

Thanks to a very helpful young man, a while ago I came into the possession of some very detailed note-taking on the past of this place, and the porter, and... well. I'm sure I'll miss something here or there, but...

[She manages what looks like a nervous, slightly forced smile.]

I'd like to help. Atropos, the OTO, all of it... I might have barely known a thing without these notes, and I very much doubt I'm the only one. So. [Jane clasps her hands under her chin, the phone propped up against something.]

Does anyone have any questions... that perhaps I could help them find an answer to?

mysterioisthetruth

[warning: threads could potentially contain manipulation, emotional abuse, violence]

[In complete rejection of the vulnerability within himself - the sadness and weakness that he felt his unwanted shadow version had projected - Beck has become more unstable, spurred on by the feeling of lacking control. He's been working with his tech and while frantically pushing buttons, he's accidentally switched on to broadcast.]

Okay, let's do this one more time...

( I am Mysterio! )

stlg13bomber

Geeze, a guy goes out of town for a few weeks and he misses all the excitement.

[Carter's in his room, with a couple of half-unpacked bags visible in the background. As usual, half his face is out of the frame.]

Uh, so I was trying to get caught up, and someone suggested I check my messages in my inbox? I said I wasn't sure what room the inbox was, and they said it was in this thing.

[He shakes the phone, then apologizes for shaking it to the audience. Sometimes he forgets that tiny thing is a whole entire camera.] Anyone know how you get an inbox set up? Sorry to be a pain, I know I'm kind of a fossil compared to some of you.

madlove

Let's say some anonymous weirdo on the internet offers you a demonstration of how they can "make your dreams come to life". And then gives you a random address to show up at. Note: there may or may not be mental experimentation involved.

Do you go or not?

I'm leaning towards definitely go.

More importantly: what does a gal wear for this kind of event?

squadgoal

Hey, quick survey.

Bats vs Spiders, which is better?

Alternatively, are superhero names really necessary?

EDIT:

Spiders: 9
Bats: 10
Cats: 3
Wolverines???: 1

helpdesk_hero

Alright, so I've suggested this a little to some friends of mine, but I'm thinking about throwing this out a bit wider.

I'm thinking about starting up a book club. Less in the style of book of the month and more organizing one or possibly more groups who can share books or even genres they love most with other people. People would still do the whole guiding discussion but not looking for high end critique so much as just talking about it.

We all need something to unwind and I don't doubt some of us are really fans of reading. I would think the arrangement might work best with members willing to buy their own books. I think for the first few meetings I'd be willing to cook either a simple meal or some finger foods to enjoy, but people could also volunteer to provide food or drinks.

Anyone interested in the idea?

mysterioisthetruth

What is it that you truly believe in?

What - or who - do you want to put your belief into?

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Entries tagged with harleen quinzel | harley quinn

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WILL YOU HELP SAVE THE WORLD?

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25. Blame It On The Grain (served on 9-grain rolls)

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Valentines for Barbara, Beck, Kirk, and Joker

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