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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.

newwaver

Superheroes, is it? I just hope they don't make us wear costumes. Not even I can pull off spandex. Although if anyone does feel they look good in it I'm open to being proven wrong.

[His tone sobers then, losing the sarcasm. Or at least the lightness of it.]

So this Porter... has it seriously been operating thirty years and they still don't know how it works? It seems awfully convenient they can't stop it taking people yet they know time's stopped for us and we'll all end up back home exactly when we left eventually. Does anyone know if it's true, or is it just something they're saying to try and make sure we're good boys and girls for them?

cupio

[ Clary's video feed once more shows her bedroom in Heropa. The stacks of comics and manga books, the half painted easels and thrown around sketchbooks, they're all part and parcel of who she is. But this time there's a sad little Christmas tree in the corner. It's only half decorated and is slumped on one side. Idris, her orange tomcat, is attempting to pull the tinsel free. Clary herself looks accidentally festive with a green sweater on and her red hair falling from her ponytail. But there's no Christmas cheer on her face. ]

So how do you guys do it?

[ Clary tucks a tendril of hair behind her ear. ] How do you deal with the holidays knowing that the people you're supposed to be celebrating with are another world away? [ It's been weighing on her since October but now it's starting to hurt. She should be celebrating Hannukah with Simon, going Christmas shopping with her mom, choosing a tree with Luke. She's never even seen how Shadowhunters celebrate - if they even do. But part of her longs for it anyway. She could be teaching Jace ridiculous versions of Carols right about now.

Instead she's here with the holidays yawning in front of her and nothing to keep her from being sad. She hasn't seen her mom in six months. That's a long time for a sixteen year old. ]

I could really do with some advice.

[ Idris finally gets a good solid yank on the tinsel and topples the tree to the ground. Clary jumps and turns to see the mayhem. But then she sits back down again. What's the point? It's just her. ] Figures.

rideme

[And here we have the Iron Bull, holding his communicator like he's taking a selfie. But it's a video feed instead. He's... out in the wilderness somewhere. Dragging a tree in one hand. There also happens to be mistletoe strung between his horns.]

[Behind him is Kaneda. Holding the other end of the tree, covered liberally in pine needles and bits of pinecones and other dead leaves. He looks like he's having a bad time.]

So. I heard you're supposed to bring trees inside for this holiday crap.

[He shakes the tree in his hand. Unfortunately for Kaneda. Who gets jerked to one side, swearing liberally at Bull.]

Check this one out. We got it all on our own. No one else was even out here!

[That's because you're in the forest, Bull.]

((ooc: Kaneda and Bull will both be responding.))

lucke

[The feed is pretty simple, just Cu sitting at a table mulling over what appears to be an array of blades. From large decorative bowie knives and daggers, to what appears to be a long bladed spear tip that he's currently examing in his hands. By the frown and clipped tone it might be easy to discern that he's running a bit hot under the collar.]

Ok, a potentially dumb question followed by one that may only seem foolish if I've overestimated you guys:

First - Is throwing a spear considered Archery as far as the letter of the law?

I ask because as far as I can tell, Pennsylvanian law is saying only Archery hunting is currently allowed. What a pain. What's the point in limiting what kind of weapons hunters use? If I'm going to eat what's left, why sould it matter to anyone else what condition the meat's in after the kill? Tch, another unreasonable law of this era if you ask me.

[He sighs, tossing the spear head up twirling in the air with a flick of his wrist and leans back as it lands --sticking into the wood with a satisfying THOP!]

It's not that I mind using a bow, I could probably do just fine. It just isn't my speciality. Which brings me to my second question:

Anyone out there confident in their weapon crafting skills? Crafting bows, Fletching arrows, or otherwise? If I wanted to get something high quality, like better than the soul-less, mass produced stuff you find in stores now adays. I'm willing to pay whatever you need to make it happen.

OH I guess PS, if anyone wants to go hunting, despite the restrictions, speak up. I wouldn't mind the company. I could even be bothered to teach you a thing or two if you were up to it.

willinglychanged

[An incredibly haggard looking Drew appears on the screen, broadcasting to the entire world. His eyes are rimmed with dark circles marking sleeplessness, where there isn't black there's the puffy pink of a man who might've been crying recently.

He'd taken a few days to process what'd happened and somehow, in the midst of the mind-numbing insomnia and guilt he decided a public confession needed to be made. When he speaks his voice is raw and raspy and the only light in the room is from the crack left in his curtains, allowing daylight to filter through.]

So I uh, I guess I lied about some things. [He hears his voice and realizes how shitty it was, coughing slightly to clear his throat.] When I talked to any of you, I told y'all werewolves weren't dangerous, that we were regular members of society and we could control ourselves. I guess that ain't exactly true.

[His voice cracks again.] See the thing is, we feel things a little different, everythin' just comes on a little strong. An' hell, I can be weak... an' I was weak last week. I let the wolf take over an' drowned the human part of me in poison. An' I uh- [A deep breath.] I killed someone, a guy called Toby. Now I know it ain't permanent or anythin' but I guess I had to tell everyone that 'm not just the nice guy I wanted to be, I can understand if there're people out there who won't wanna talk to me anymore. Hell I don't even wanna know me right now. Shit hit the fan and I didn't leave myself in a position to control it.

[His voice goes quieter.] To anyone out there who I was really friendly with, I get it if y'wanna keep your distance- I fucked up, maybe stayin' away from me is the best thing y'can do. I'm gonna try fix things... its just gonna be hard, but I want y'all to know that this ain't what every werewolf does... I don't wanna hurt the cause 'cause of my own emotions... it ain't the species, its just one bad person.

[Now that his confession is done the wind is visibly gone from his sails, he seems almost haunted as the feed stays on for a couple seconds before clicking off.]

moneyballer

[Around 2 AM, a poorly worded text message makes its way onto the network:]

so
how do u get a kid to put a cucumber in his mouth
wait a minute
this is nut wut it sounds like
lol

[Some letters are written with love or great frustration, but this one in particular was composed by a not-so-anonymous poster who had imbibed copious amounts of alcohol. Have no fear, however- As misleading as this shitty example of a modern "letter" is, Asher means well by it. He's been conspicuously absent from social media as of late, aside from the occasional #gains gym selfie on whatever this world's equivalent of Instagram is.

Anxiety is a bitch, and while his newfound powers could certainly be considered a godsend, his lack of control of them is what worries him most. Will he be the result of another unfortunate tragedy, yet again? Will the results of a mishap be even worse, this time?

He has managed to drink these thoughts away in order to gain more focus of the important things: Namely, how to get two mischievous twins to eat their vegetables.]

dreamshades

[Hey everyone, guess who's back? It's Peter and he still doesn't look like he's getting with the times any and changing his attire. Nope, still looks like he hopped right out of a fairy tale book.

Regardless, he's offering a smile to all, if a tad sympathetic.]

We've had a very depressing few weeks, haven't we? An event to bring unity and friendship between all imPorts and normal citizens alike only for our more seedier members to go and spoil the whole thing.

But, we have countless people making an effort to help put this behind us. Some through physical means others through word.

However, I feel I have not done my part to help alleviate people's tensions. So allow me to help with song.

[He's pulling out pipes now and raising his lips and then he plays. It's a cheerful little tune, nothing more nothing less and he does nothing to mask the sound magically to certain people. Everyone may hear it, but, some people may also feel it when the sound catches their ears.

The music will tug at heart strings, touching a far off happy memory lingering deep inside. A well of happiness just bubbling beneath the surface. Of course, it's only a suggestion in his magic. They can choose to ignore it, but why would you? It's been so dreary lately.

He has no target this time for his music, letting it's magic run a bit wild and see who it touches.

Otherwise you just hear pretty pan pipe music.

Clearly nothing sinister here. ]

hisheartsdesire

Hello! [This voice and accent.] Some of you might know me already.

But for anyone who doesn't know me—and I'm sure there are lots of you who I don't know—I'm Tobias Matthews. Thought I'd introduce myself and perhaps ask for help, or tips and tricks to using these devices and the internet and things like that.

While I'm at it, mind telling me your favourite methods of posting or responding? Voice-audio, text, or video? Just asking out of curiosity. Also, before you answer, Dorian, I know your answer is video because you love plastering your face everywhere so everyone can see it. As if people can't get enough of it.

Obviously, my favourite is voice-audio. Anyway, I guess that's all for now. Looking forward to meeting everyone. Good-bye.

willinglychanged

[Have a rather sleep mussed Andrew Warner broadcasting himself to the network guys. His hair in a great state of disarray and he clearly hasn't crawled out of bed just yet if the pillow behind his head is anything to go by. Its early in the afternoon and he should be in work, but he probably should have been in work a lot over the last few weeks but he just stopped going.

There's a wide grin before he starts speaking in a grumbly voice.] Hey super-people! [Yeah he really did just say that. Because he was equal opportunities between superheroes and villains.] So uh, I figure I've been here kinda like a month now? Been a full cycle at least an' I'm havin' a total blast there's just one tiny thing.

[He flops back onto the pillows like he was having a conversation with a good friend rather than an entire country of people.] Where's the fun? I mean there's gotta be bars in this place, clubs, that kinda crap? This wolf has a cravin' for some place up-beat where I can shake what the good lord gave me. Any suggestions would be amazin' and y'never know, maybe we could call it a date?

[Shameless. Utterly shameless. He can't even get drunk but that won't stop him from making an ass of himself on some kind of dancefloor. Give him suggestions, good imPorts far and wide.]

callowed

( Speaking to a large amount of people has never come easy. In fact, it is somewhat awkward to do so when he'd much rather have interaction face-to-face. However, since the functions of this device are similar to what he already knows, Castiel uses it to his advantage and sends out a mass text: )

Hello, everyone. ( It's a good start? )

My name is Castiel, and I have

There are questions that I would like answered. Most of them are not relevant to the information provided to me upon my arrival, and I would be grateful to anyone who is willing to speak with me regarding each of these accordingly. As I would rather do it in person, I will attach an address to this message.

( He considers being blunt about the fact he is also looking for Sam and Dean, but mentioning their names on a network like this wouldn't be prudent to their safety; he shouldn't have said his own, though that might have dissuaded people from agreeing to meet. Problematic, he supposes, but necessary. Besides, he has no idea what the brothers' opinion of him is, so he concludes his request with the aforementioned addresses and a polite: )

Thank you.

( The address he attaches reads Heropa #009. Alternatively, he also provides the address to the church he is apparently employed at. )

whoneedsadream

[ man alive, he still is having trouble getting the hang of this device. That's what happens when you go straight from landlines to the internet. So, needless to say, Anatoly has figured out how to use text and is JUST USING TEXT, mostly to spare himself a bit of embarrassment.

and he has questions. oh he has so many questions. but he's going to start with the most obvious one. ]

I play chess.
Your government saw fit to place me in a job working at a pawn shop.
Has anyone else been victim of this terrible sense of humor?

[ there's an unspoken 'or did they just have it out for me.' no comment on the fact that the id is a CLEARLY Russian name, no comment on the fact that he's from 1980s, he is just taking this one confusing step at a time. ]

pobrecisco

[ There's a text advertisement popping up on the network, the header flashing. ]

Hey there all you newly empowered superheroes-to-be!

You've got your cool new powers, but now what? I'll tell you what. Now you need a name. Gotta keep your real identity a secret, right? But I bet you can't come up with just the right one.

That's where I come in. I'm basically an expert at this by now, so tell me your powers and the theme you're working with, and I'll give you the best name you could possibly hope for!

And for those of you who aren't so new to this, I have a proposition for you, too. You have tech or gadgets or a super suit or whatever that got busted while fighting crime? Or maybe you need an upgrade to keep up with the times? I can totally hook you up. With anonymous drop off, too, so you don't have to give me any sensitive information like your real name!

...I just kinda need to find a place to work, materials to work with, and a place to set up said anonymous drop off first. So if anyone has any suggestions, you would totally be helping me, and your local superhero community, out.

[ There's a private, secure connection to chat with him linked for anyone who doesn't want to publicly broadcast their information. It's not completely unhackable, but it's about as close as Cisco can get it, which is still really good. ]

likeabawws

[ tsuna doesn't look quite comfortable making a post to an entire network of people, clearly nervous with the way he fidgets, but...sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. so he’s starting to learn. ]

So...I, uh, still think asking me to be a superhero or whatever is a bad idea, but...if I can help people I guess it's okay to stay for a while... I just needed to know something first...

I wonder if it's really safe to ask this, though...

I'm…looking for people who know the name "Vongola”. Even if you just know someone who’s mentioned it. H-hopefully in a good way…? [ There’s a nervous not-chuckle. He did just come from hiding out in the future from people trying to kill him. Again, apparently. ]

Oh--! Ah…my name is Sawada Tsunayoshi. [ there’s no point in hiding it, is there? anyone hunting him down already knows his name and face, after all. ] If you do know someone, and don’t wanna say anything, just…um, tell them to contact me, I guess?

Thanks.

willinglychanged

[A bright and positive face pops up on the device, smiling cheerfully as he figures out if he's doing this thing right. He pokes the device a couple of times, mostly because his own cell phone was a piece of crap back home so smart phones weren't exactly his thing. When he's pretty convinced its broadcasting he waves at the screen.] Uh... hey? [He chuckles slightly nervously.] No idea who I'm talkin' to... I guess everyone? [The nervousness is gone in a flash and he grins widely.] Anyway, name's Drew, I'm kinda new here. Kinda new, fuck I'm really new.

[The background behind him changes as he moves to throw himself on the sofa.] I'm startin' out with this whole hero gig and I just wanted everyone to sorta see my face. [He flashes another grin full of teeth before shaking his head.] Didn't mean to sound so damn conceited, I meant if any of y'all see me around, go on ahead and holler... I don't bite. [He quirks one eyebrow.] Not unless you ask nicely and everythin'.

[He moves to put the phone down before its up again in a flash.] Wait a sec, just remembered I kinda had a question. [His expression goes attentive as he focuses.] Could someone tell me how I go about askin' some questions about some personal stuff... maybe like a doctor or somethin', not a big deal just figurin' that life here ain't like life back home and I'm gonna need to figure some shit out.

[He shrugs.] Anyway, I'm out. Like I said, names Drew, catch y'all later. [And there's a couple minutes of silence and furrowed brows as he figured out how to turn the device off again, not quite realizing people could just as easily just video or text him back.]

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