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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.

nightmarist

[Ronan's drunk. Of course he is. Inebriation is a necessary requirement when it comes to Ronan addressing the network at large, though he still handles himself better than 99% of the population on alcohol. He'd draped lazily across a hammock somewhere outdoors, a whiskey bottle cradled under one arm, his mohawk hanging limp and sticking to his sweaty face. His cheeks are rosy either with drink or sunburn.]

What's it like to meet your maker, anyway? As long as we're talking about fathers and gods and artificial intelligence. Like, did you ever meet yours? Not your dad. Your god, I mean. Was it disappointing? Because I think...

[Wherever that was going, he gets distracted and changes course.]

How do you be a good one, huh? Do you fucking... I don't know... answer prayers? Is it just the miracle thing? Is the making the thing or is it all the stuff that comes after? The taking care of, the guidance. Whatever.

I'm not being philosophical here, man. I'm talking practical. The steps to being a not-completely-shitty creator.

areou

( these texts seem like they should be going to just one person (who might that person be? it is a mystery), but it's late and she might have had a few really strong drinks, so. just go with it. )

name one fucking hero who could beat achilles i fucking dare you achilles could take on anyone even heracles like you know that arrow only hit him bc apollo couldn't keep his grubby little hands to himself can't show up to a birthday party but he'll help murder the greatest hero of our time

( listen she just has strong feelings about achilles ok. it has nothing to do with the fact that she definitely pulled an achilles once. let's not talk about that. )

pocketfulof

Calling all imPort teens in DeChima and beyond for a horror movie marathon at Hades (Thanks Persephone). Current selection provided by Akira, but uh...definitely feel free to bring your own!

Potluck on the snacks and soda--bring what you want or what you can. In reason and with a level of responsibility, please. Non-teens allowed if they behave B|!!!

[OOC: Log will be going up this Friday, to be posted by our Nico! Also, if you're curious: ghost lights.]

athnvas

[ when the feed comes on, it’s mostly just annabeth looking a bit intense. not too scary, really, but close to it. especially with how she’s staring directly at the camera with her dark grey eyes, sitting at a table at fauxhalla.

possibly familiar grey eyes, but that depends on the company you keep. ]

I’m looking for personal accounts of what happens when people disappear. When they get ‘ported out’ or whatever you want to call it. [ her lips press into a thin line, like she’s trying to keep herself from reacting more loudly, or extremely, or just in general be more pissed off. ]

Some people think they get sent home but I know not everyone does- but is there anything else? Do they always just leave, or do they come back remembering what happened? Is there any way to know the difference based on when they leave? Anything about what they leave behind here? How normal is it for people to remember their time here when they leave?

[ her finger taps on the wood of the desk, a kind of nervous tick as her eyes scan the room around her. there's a feeling like she has something more to say, but is holding it back with some frustration. after a brief pause, she exhales through her nose. ]

How much time has to pass before you know for sure they’re not coming back?

[ a pause, and then that’s the video- abrupt cut to the end of it and everything. ]

PRIVATE: CLOSE MAGNUS CR

[ the feed comes back up to a collection of people, with annabeth’s head tilted down, her thumb and forefinger massaging at the bridge of her nose. ]

Magnus was ported out. If he comes back and someone else finds him first, just...can you let me know?

[ there’s a kind of half-break to her voice, there, but she does swallow it back well enough as she cuts the video. ]

admemoriam

this could be us but u playin

[A couple of long, uncomfortable minutes later...]

oh wait shit guys shit that was for my group chat
ignore this

how do you delete

areou

( you better bet the first thing she did upon arrival was test out her new powers. fucking finally. it's about time she got something cool out of being a demigod. so, you know, without bothering to check if anyone she knows is around, she'll just pop in on the network and see what's up. like the cool kids do. there are a couple undead confederate soldiers standing behind her, looking mostly confused because, let's be real, they've never seen a cellphone before. )

Alright, show of hands. Who here is a demigod? Bonus points if I don't know you.

( one of the soldiers clears his throat and a southern ma'am can be heard behind her. she turns her head, like she'd forgotten they were there and then suddenly remembered. she jabs a thumb over her shoulder. )

Oh, right. That's Jethro and his friend there is Tull. Those aren't their real names, but that's what I'm calling them. They're here to pay off their debt to Ares, so until they meet some horrible demise or I say otherwise, they work for me. They won't listen to anyone else, so don't even try.

( she salutes at the camera and the soldiers awkwardly follow suit. )

See you around, punks.

plasticbow

[The feed opens up to Hearth, flat-faced as usual, clad (as always) in his candy-striped scarf and leather jacket. He shifts the view a bit to a girl standing next to him. Annabeth, clad in a simple t-shirt and jean shorts, gives a quick wave to the camera, looking…excited? Crazy? who knows if there’s a difference.

[She soon ducks out of the camera’s view, and the device turns back to Hearth. He then puts the camera back on himself and holds up one finger - the universal signal for but wait, there's more. He fumbles with his communicator for a minute, switching away from selfie-mode to reveal a positively gigantic LEGO display that very nearly fills the entirety of Fauxhalla's main living room.

[But wait. There's more.

[The camera slowly starts to move through the LEGO-city, following what are most likely very careful steps from Hearth as he makes his way through the city-scape. The handiwork is impeccable, what is probably hours and hours of work and attention paid to building some kind of crazy mismatch of Paris, Rome, New York, San Francisco, Boston, and then some new stuff thrown in that hasn’t actually been made yet?

[This continues through the room, down a hall, into another room that Hearth doesn’t walk into, and then back into the kind of main room/living room of Fauxhalla.]

I don’t know, Hearth - this took a while...[Annabeth’s voice comes from off-screen somewhere, but the feed continues, creeping around the corner to find Annabeth standing in the middle of the room holding what seems to be a wooden baseball bat.

[Finally, after a bit more fumbling with the camera, the feed seems to rest. Hearth steps back into view beside Annabeth, briefly crouching down to make sure that the communicator is picking up both he and Annabeth, as well as their massive LEGO utopia. He then straightens, reaches out of frame for a moment, and returns with a baseball bat of his own. He glances to Annabeth and then back at the camera, and very nearly seems to smirk. Not two seconds later and he's raising the bat high above his head and giving it a hardy swing against one of the nearest buildings, effectively shattering it into a thousand plastic pieces.

[The feed holds for a moment while Annabeth continues to look down at the bat. Then, after a second, she lets out a sigh and raises the bat in her own hands above her head, bringing it down on another section of the city.

[Hearth and Annabeth look back to each other, sharing a look, before they both raise the bats again and go back to swinging.]

sanguinespell

Is that how--yeah, okay.

[It's close to sunset and Nico is chilling in a graveyard in De Chima. Why? Because she's living her best life, that's why. And it's not that far off her usual route home.]

This thing isn't that different from the WizPhones, but muscle memory-- [She rolls her eyes.]

Whatever. Hi? I'm Nico, I'm new in town, and I've got this thing. [She holds up an intricate silver device with a gold ring at the top, hissing slightly as she activates it. Light crackles in the ring, and a four foot pole telescopes from the end of the grip. The extra length seems to be solid piece with no seams, from the looks of it. Weird.]

I had it back home, too, but I didn't know its name. Apparently, it's called the Staff of One. [If the dossier she read when she arrived is to be believed. She turns the Staff over in her hand, idly.]

Anybody handy with magic? I could use a hand figuring out what it can do.

[She's used it for some things, and seen it used for some others, but she hasn't exactly had extensive practice with the thing. Her mom would insist the Staff isn't magic, but whatever. She's kind of past caring what her mom says.]

If you don't have that--please tell me somebody in this world has taste and goth is still a thing. My wardrobe is looking pretty pathetic right now. [She twists her mouth to one side for a moment, thinking, before going on. May as well try it.] One more thing. Karolina, Gert, Alex, Molly, Chase--if you guys are here and seeing this, speak up.

[Yeah that'll work. Probably not.]

pocketfulof

Right. Son of Apollo, the god famous for his oracles--must make a great phone psychic. Hilarious.

[This boy does not look at all amused with this.]

The hospital staff didn't take to kindly to me asking for a job either...Okay. I get it. Fifteen years old doesn't exactly look like a capable age for a hospital--let alone med-school in most places. But...I've sewn on limbs!

I delivered a satyr baby--in the middle of a war. I could be helping people if they'd let me. Shouldn't experience speak for something?

[He frowns, crossing his arms and resting his head on top of them.] They all just see me as some kid. Hasn't anyone here heard of Doogie Howser, M.D.?

[At least he's taking the whole "alternate dimension" thing rather well? Honestly, it's not the worst or weirdest thing he's ever had to deal with.]

floopthepig

Hey. is this thing- oh. Hey!

[The kid on screen gives a gap-toothed grin at the camera.]

Oh man. Okay, this is gonna sound pretty whack to just say out of nowhere, but... is everyone here actually human? Or, well, most of ya, I guess. [He pauses, takes a breath - gotta keep himself calm, make a good impression - and gives a quick wave.] But hey, I'm Finn! Finn the Huma- huh, that's totally tables now, isn't it?

[ A n y w a y ]

I was gonna ask if you guys had seen a few people, since I guess this place pulls people here randomly? But it looks like things've been pretty bananas around here. Anyone need a hand?

munies

For anyone that was friends with Thomas - tall guy who's hardwired to throw himself directly into danger, asks way too many questions - I just wanted to let you guys know he's been sent home. Ported out, I guess. It's been a few days since I've been able to find him or get in touch with him, so I'm guessing that means he's not here. Also, unrelated [ noooo it's not it 100% has to do with Thomas leaving but shhh ] but I was wondering if there's anyone here that would be willing to help me out with my telepathy. I know there's a school I can enroll in, but I'm not sure I'm ready for that. I'm used to more of a one-on-one thing, when it comes to that. Any kind of help would be great, even if it's just a one-time thing. I just need some help relearning how to focus. Thanks.

kingofallkings

[The background noise comes through first - a minor roar, a cacophony of voices. People talking and cursing, intermixed with the sound of coins, of levers being pulled. To anyone who has ever been to one, the sound is unmistakeable: it's a casino. Suddenly, there's the sound of a lever being pulled quite close to the communicator... a slot machine. And then...]

Upon my arrival here, I thought immediately that I had arrived in a world most readily comparable to a heap of dung. A world containing all the most disgusting features of my own home, but without the redeeming feature of its being my world - which is to say, the garden that belongs to me.

[...Bing bing bing! Jackpot. There's the sound of cascading coins - someone just got lucky. Right next to the communicator. Eh, it's probably the person speaking. Either way, said person doesn't stop - you quickly hear another coin, another pull of the lever.]

However. As it turns out, there are some minor pleasures to be had here. For example...

[--and judging from the sudden cascade of coins, it looks like he won again.]

...casinos. I'm not unaware of their existence on the Earth of my origin. However, due to circumstances, I have never had the pleasure of visiting one. There's something quite satisfying about that clatter of coins, however. Most pleasant.

[Did he just pull the lever again?]

I have since decided that this place is acceptable. Be proud, casino owners. You have earned the approval of The King.

[....he turns the broadcast off just as another jackpot begins to rain coins down from this poor, abused machine.]

ursawhiner

[The camera focuses on a 12 year old boy nervously looking into the lens. He clears his throat a couple times and braces himself.]

Uh hey, guys! Dipper Pines here. I've got a couple questions about some... stuff I've been reading about. What's the Illuminati? There are lots of references to it and triangles and... secret societies?

So... yeah! Any info would be great!

[He gives a dorky little wave and a pig crawls over his lap.]

tetchiness

[ the network is introduced to alby via a video that's not quite on his face. actually, it's mostly alby just trying to get used to the shucking thing that he'd been given, staring at it with the most distrustful face one could possibly manage, his eyebrows furrowed, scowling deeply into the video as it starts up too close to his face and then gets pulled away with a muttered "shuck."

alby's breathing kind of hard, and his shirt's ripped--there's blood on his face and on his chest and shirt, and he looks a little wild when he does finally settle in, panting a little bit as if he'd just been running. he had been, actually---he got away from the imPorter as fast as shucking legs would carry him, and alby had only finally trudged back to a stopping point in front of a house labeled 001. eventually, his shuck curiosity got the better of him--god, let him never tell anyone that happened--and though alby hadn't gone back for the file, he'd at least remembered the number. 001. alby wasn't dumb enough to think this was anything but some other shucking trial, and, seriously. after everything that happened. WICKED could even manipulate them in death.

WICKED. right.

well, whatever shuck kind of trial this is, something's not quite right, and thus the reason for the video broadcast. the changing is still weighing heavily on his mind, still haunting his perception of the world in shades of hellfire and thunderstorms, of cranks he's expecting to see around every corner. the way the city looks isn't in line with the scorched earth he saw in his memories, but the destruction---and talk of the flare--is.

his brief, sour, and certainly mistrusting question is this: ] What the shuck kind of Paradise is this?

[ but before alby can properly get angry about it, a cat leaps up into the video feed, right in alby's face. mrroww, says the cat, and it purrs and basically gets all up in the video, making the camera tilt and shift around. alby puts a hand on the cat's back, not too harshly at all, and gently pushes him down, but the cat resists enough so only the top of his head, his eyebrows, and his eyes poke out from over the top of its body. ] And what the shuck's with all the cats?

[ alby doesn't get much time to ponder it, though, because the cat decides that's clearly not good enough: it knocks the device over. the last thing you hear is alby's shucking-- before it falls and turns off. ]

truesight

So... Hi.

[ man it's tricky starting these things, isn't it? well, it wasn't the first time. but that was before she turned into a manic not-zombie for about a week, so. eh. anyway! she's not sick anymore, but she still looks a little worse for wear. she sounds tired, voice rough from screaming once she really started to lose it. she almost only went on voice instead, but she's not really the type to hide. even if the right side of her face is marked up still, dark scars of long scratches she gave herself while she was sick, trying to get the buzzing noise in her head to stop. the nanites might've amped her body's ability to heal, but traces of the Flare aren't completely gone just yet. STILL.

Rachel's been stuck in bed for too long, and if she can offer something helpful? she's going to do it. and no she's not thinking of the long-term, but she probably is going to leave the offer open for more than just this. compensation? what's that? ]

I know everybody's busy cleaning up and getting things back to normal, and I'm not, um, there yet with the being able to help thing, so... I thought I'd offer something I can do. [ taptaptaptap her fingers drum on the flat of her sketchbook, off screen ] The Porter, or whatever, gave me the power of being able to pull the things I draw off the page and make them real. Only stuff, and food, not animals or anything too complex, but. If anybody got reckless while they were sick, like I did, I guess I'm just offering to replace anything that might've gotten broken or destroyed because of all this.

Or- anything, I don't know. Clothes, food, supplies for rebuilding. Pretty much anything. I'd just like to help. [ she pulls on a grin, her hand moving up to absently scratch her face but aaaah no nope not doing that ] Just let me know, yeah? I was thinking about heading to the park later on, so I can meet people there, or- Wherever. Just let me know.

pariya

Ah... hello. Most of you don't know me. [Pariya fidgets, looking rather shy and uncomfortable to be addressing the camera. She looks away.]

My name's Pariya. I've been here two months, but-- I don't go out much, and I'm not really good at this thing. Well... more like terrible at it. So I don't use it much. Sorry.

A-Anyway. My power is... u-um. It's... healing bread...

Th-That is! With all the... stuff happening... lots of people are getting hurt, so. I experimented a bit. So! I-If you're injured, or sick... tell me where you are, and I'll come deliver you some bread and cookies. For free. They can't heal the flare sickness, or whatever it's called, but I think they can slow it... and alleviate the symptoms for a time. And they definitely help speed the healing of normal injuries.

Um... yeah. That's it. I'm not sure what it's customary to say at the end of these things. Yeah.

andaway

Even if not everyone agree to registration- and believe me, I understand your reasons for that- I think there should be some sort of voluntary power list at the ready for situations like these. I'm sure there's a lot of people who'd have been able to help but didn't get the chance to until it was too late.

[He chooses his words carefully, simply a suggestion to leave out there. They did have a pretty extensive list back home and he contributed to it but he's aware something similar didn't have... good results, in another world. So he's been pretty hesitant to suggest it.

Still, he thinks it had to be said.]

That said: the 'Flare' is spreading, which is probably not a surprise to anyone. I'm fairly certain I'm immune and I can move fast, carry really heavy weights and fly so if anyone, anyone needs to be carried to the quarantine zone or thinks they can become a danger to others please contact me. Just yelling Superman to the air will do the trick- I'll be listening in.

I can also act like a living laboratory to anyone who's trying to work out the virus and find out a cure. Just- don't hesitate to contact me? We really need to work through this together.

Thank you.

thephix

[This is - not particularly a post that Max wants to make, but it's the quickest way to get her offer across, and the quicker they get to work, the better.]

I will keep this brief, as we are all rather busy right now, however I hope I may be of some use to anyone amongst us with scientific expertise.

My body has been infected with the virus that was brought into this world, but I am able to keep it from effecting my behavior, and from spreading to others. I believe this may allow a more compliant test subject than has been available until now, for those attempting to create a treatment or vaccination.

I've quarantined myself in my own apartment to avoid putting an extra body in the hospital, but if anyone requires my assistance for studying the virus, contact me here.

Everyone else, please listen to the authorities and stay safe.

[She hopes people don't ask too many questions about how she can keep the virus under control, because she hates talking about her powers.]

illuminescent

[There is a moment, and a click, and there is a camera that tilts from one side to another. Clearly whoever is manning the device isn't sure how it works.

There's a voice, then, a girl's voice, young and soft, and questioning, but it's not addressing the device, not yet.]

Like this?

Oh, I see, yes, thank you so very much-

[And then the camera stops moving, and settles on a girl; she's a teenager, the kind of girl who looks like she smiles often, and she does now. She's wearing a very fancy dress, the kind one sees in renaissance fairs. On the queen.]

Hello? Oh, hello!

Yes, is this right, I just speak-oh, this is magic indeed, I think!

[And someone off screen laughs, but Lucy is smiling at the camera, equally amused.]

Hello! I've been told, if I seek to make friends, and find those who may know of my country, I should speak into this queer magic box. I would also like to know how I could find a way back to my home? It's terribly important that I return before the High King think I am kidnapped, for that would be troublesome for many of the surrounding kingdoms. And I would not like it, on the besides, if my royal brother should think that I would be so foolhardy as to allow anyone to kidnap me! I am better than that, I should think, than to allow such a thing.

I would welcome any help, or any who might extend a hand of friendship towards me in this hour, please.

hands4healing

[Have a Winry, with the sound of a dog barking very close by.]

I don't understand why we need a day to celebrate puppies?

[Barking.]

Are we supposed to show each other pictures of them? Or take them for walks?

[More barking.

And Winry glances sideways.] Zoey, quiet!

[Oh, wait.]

Well, I guess if we're supposed to share, this is my dog, Zoey!

[The video feed swings to show a black and white Border Collie, dropped in a play bow with her tail wagging. She has a tennis ball between her front paws and is obviously wanting Winry to throw the ball for her to chase. A hand reaches into view for the ball, vanishes off-screen, then reappears as a chartreuse blur, arching away from the camera lens. Zoey speeds after it.]

So, that's my dog...does anyone else have a pet to share? [Winry asks, still off-screen, with Zoey prancing back with the ball in her mouth.]

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