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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.

flightforfreedom

Hey guys.

So, two things. First: We're having a New Years party. Why? Because on this planet they work by a geocentric calendar and everyone gets real excited and drops a big ball. But mostly because it's a good excuse for a party, not like you've had enough of those, anyway. Here's the thing: everyone's invited. Except Armitage Hux. He's not invited, he'll never be invited. Everyone else, though, should come out. Central Park in Nonah - just look for all the lights. Zozzled has agreed to run the beverages and music, so the theme is Roaring Twenties, for those who know what that means. For those that don't: just wear something that sparkles or shakes when you dance, or just wear whatever the hell you normally wear, I don't actually mind, it's just a party.

There will be security, mostly to keep the native paparazzi out, so there's a password. Just say "I'm not Hux" and they'll let you in.

Oh: and can someone bring Boba Fett? Because I heard that Boba Fett is here and I have about a million questions about Slave One I want to ask, and I still haven't met him yet. Kid, if you're hearing this, please come?

Alright, secondly:

So, we have a lot of extra space at Base One. A bunch of empty apartments. I know everyone is getting shuffled around, so if you want a space to stay that can't be switched up on you later, hook me up. We have about five empty units we can fill.

Obviously, we'll be vetting candidates - just to make sure there everyone gets on well enough. First Order need not apply.

That being said: these units are actually fully detachable, and I can fly them anywhere. So if you want a place to hole up but can't afford it, hit me up. We might be able to work something out.

Okay, think that's it.

See you guys at the party.

devoutish

WANTED: 1 courageous soul willing to run weekly shopping errands for this week and the next. Buyer will be compensated for purchased goods and for time spent. Must be able to follow a list. Must have more patience than I do for the modern American custom of swarming the shops en fucking masse during the week before Christmas. Thank you.

legosi

When I go back home and tell everyone aliens look like a mix of naked-mole-rats with chimps, everyone will think I'm crazy. We have a lot of stories about aliens, but I never expected you to look anything like this. No one has...

[ says the anthropomorphic gray wolf, staring absolutely freaked out at the camera while he is being dropped in Heropa's imPort neighborhood. ]

semilethal

Hypothetically speaking where could I go to get some stuff

All legal and probably only a couple would need (completely unnecessary) permits

prophesiedone

[Late night thoughtful texts are the best...]

If you're the cause of someone's death, can you ever be forgiven?

[Asking for a friend. Right. ~~Also "causing someone's death" obviously means murder.~~]

I'm not sure it's possible. Maybe that's the way it should be. There has be some justice in the universe.

drivesadesk

So, Jeopardy, Nevada. I went there to check it out and I thought it might be helpful to have a post discussing this that talks about issues other than the prostitutes, important as that subject matter might be.

[The sarcasm is heavy with this one.]

So, anyway, I had a lot of questions that I figured we could hash out. Like...have the natives' memories all been altered to remember the city that wasn't there before? Have our memories been altered to think it's new? Have we been transported to another, very similar Earth that also has a Porter and a very similar history including another version of us in the night without our knowing? And what's with all this casual 'it's just the radiation' nonsense? Could this be related to the OTO? They were doing some radiation based experiments trying to find a way to give natives powers. Should we get some medical professionals to check people out who go there, see how the radiation is affecting us? Maybe we can get some natives living in Jeopardy to submit themselves to medical testing to see how it's affecting them? Also, what's with that spider church? That doesn't seem typical of religions in this region of Earth. I feel like someone should check that out.

What about the rest of you? What are your thoughts?

herrstory

Jeopardy, Nevada.

[ No one has talked about this on the network yet, have they? And maybe this is about to be the moment, the opening topic of discussion about this grand conspiracy..... ]

Has anyone tried the prostitutes out there yet?

[ ....Looks like no valid conversation will be found here. Move along. ]

cadbane

You've lost something? I can find it.

There's a missing person? I can find them.

I'm starting up a lost and found as a side business and taking advantage now, you can get discount rates.

No job too small or too difficult. Misplaced a set of keys? I'll find 'em. Had a priceless jewel stolen? I can find that.

I can find anything or anyone. Just leave the details of what's missing here and we can work out the price for its retrieval.

d33tached

Have you aseen thsi?

[Insert one blurry picture taken of a TV screen. It's hard to tell what exactly D33's watching, but--]

hoem shoppgin network.

Honeslty, why do es anyone leave theri house? You can evne buy weaponry.

[He turns on his camera then (which he could have just done in the first place), and uses it to zoom in on a set of brightly-colored kitchen knives that the salesperson is currently featuring. A heavily drunken voice slurs behind the camera:]

Incredulous.

[Wait.]

Incredible, I mean.

Obviously.

[There's a pause. Who is he talking to again?]

Goodbye. [The feed goes black.]

dun_moch

I have a task available for any imPorts looking for work. A simple retrieval, quite legitimate.

[An image of the item in question is attached.]

Something was taken from me earlier this year. A weapon I crafted with my own hands, long ago: my lightsaber. A curved hilt, which emits a red blade of energy when activated. Powerful and elegant, if wielded by the proper hands. It is past time that it returned to my care, and I am prepared to offer a most handsome reward to anyone who assists me in this task. Should we be unable to agree on a fitting financial compensation, I am quite prepared to trade in favours or information instead.

[Dooku is kinda broke right now.]

Rest assured that I desire this item for no sinister purpose. It is my own creation and rightful possession, and I have keenly regretted its absence during recent perils.

I encourage all of you who don't have some manner of weapon or suitable powers to think carefully of how you, too, can defend yourselves. We live in dangerous times, and our enemies are many. Tell me, are you prepared to protect your own life and the lives of those around you when danger threatens? The time may come for you, if it hasn't already, when you will have to answer this question in ways beyond the hypothetical.

[OOC note: Characters tagging the Count for the first time are encouraged to check out his permissions post!]

senateur

[ The woman who appears on the screen will be familiar to many, her dark eyes fixed on the camera to directly address whoever may receive the message. ]

Hello. My name is Padmé Amidala, though many of you may already know me.

[ She doesn't hesitate or show any signs of the nerves she's feeling, the worry she has over what this may do to the others here. They have a right to know. ]

I understand that this isn't my first time here, but I have no memory of these previous experiences, and so I would like to take this opportunity to apologize to all who knew me before. I am truly sorry for the pain this may cause you, and would very much like to meet all of you again when you are ready.

[ There's a pop of noise and she looks over her shoulder at a cloud of dust blooming from the room behind her. With a slight frown, she turns her attention back to the screen. ]

Also, I don't believe my apartment's cleaning droid likes me very much. If anyone has some advice on this, I'd be very grateful to hear it.

choosetruth

[Georgia has settled into her room in Nonah #004 with her no nonsense approach. She's removed the lightbulbs from her room and replaced them with black lights. She's been hesitant to actually talk to her roommates save for abrupt greetings. She's settling in. To the extent she's ever been interested in settling.

And now, she's finally ready to actually introduce herself. Or at least, ready to start talking. She's wearing her usual sunglasses and scowling down at an open folder.]

Gossip Magazine Writer. Someone here is either very stupid or has a mean sense of humor.

[She looks up, glaring through her sunglasses.]

I'm Georgia Mason. [The inflection makes it clear she's used to the name being recognized.] I am a co-founder and Editor in Chief of After the End Times. I have been reporting on Senator Ryman's campaign since it started. I have uncovered goddamn conspiracies and tore down lies. I have been my own boss since I was old enough to type and I am do not give a shit about who's wearing what or who's fucking who!

[She punctuates her statement by slamming her fist onto the table which... breaks under the force. She blinks. Sure, she read her file and knows this strength thing is a part of her now, but knowing and expecting it are different things, it turns out. She flattens her hand self consciously and looks back at the camera.]

...which is to say, I suppose, that I'm in the market for a new job. Anyone hiring?

shotgunsolutions

[Oswald has earned enough doing actual legitimate work (plus one lucrative murder) to buy himself a second, well appointed suit. He's wearing it now and adjusting his cufflinks, then his cravat in the mirror before he turns to the phone and smiles politely.]

Hello again, everyone. I'm in need of the services of a reputable assassin. If you are one or know one, please contact me.

[A pause and then an 'oops forgot to mention, how silly of me' look.]

Right, this isn't Gotham. I should be specific. My needs are all above board, I assure you. No actual killing involved.

[Today, anyway.]

k31rfree

[The video begins on the image of the young woman, checking her settings on her communicator before placing it in front of her on what seems to be the living room coffee table. She is sitting between it and the couch on the floor, legs bent comfortably in front of her. She’s dressed comfortably and she is at ease. Just out of frame, sitting directly behind is D33, a slender man in an unseasonably long sleeved shirt. He's sitting there, quietly braiding her hair, apparently unaware that he's being recorded.]

Isn’t this world something? It feels like a dream to be here…

[She turns her head to face a nearby window, and the man behind her chastises her for moving so carelessly.] Stay still.

[She continues:]

It's such a wonderful place to me...You're free to go wherever you want, people who seek you out aren't immediately your enemies, there's so much to see, there are plenty of safe places to find enjoyment, pleasure...

[She sighs, turning her head again more slowly, looking down at the camera close to the tips of her fingers.]

If I could choose, I'd never go back...

Would you?

[The man answers:] Of course not-- Wait a minute. Who are you talking to?

[Before he can get a straight answer, the woman pulls away from him. Reaching out toward her camera with a wide smile on her face in a flurry to turn the communications video off.]

cadbane

Now where were we...

[The voice that speaks is dry and unimpressed. The face that can be glimpsed under the wide-brimmed hat is very obviously blue. Very much an alien.]

Seems I disappeared here for a bit. I don't remember much about going back home though.

Regardless, they've seen fit to reassign me to slightly more appropriate work than some Wild West Show.

Anyone know about the Gentleman's Cad Club?

cadbane

So, out of curiosity, how many of you have been to prison or had to serve probation here? Following the rules of a new world can't be easy for everybody. Mistakes happen...

Or maybe you were falsely apprehended like I was.

Either way, tell me your stories of the unjustly accused or the captured guilty.

justaskalice

[Vague spoilers for Pacific Rim Uprising? Nothing most of the teasers haven't told you already.

The Newton Geiszler that greets you all looks a bit older than the one (very few) people may remember from before.

Gone are the unpressed dress shirts, rolled-up sleeves, and hipster glasses. He's not wearing glasses at all, in fact. He's dressed in a tailored suit that is obnoxiously trendy, ostentatious, and screams "sell-out," "try-hard," and moderately "corporate." Maybe it's a rockstar's version of such. He looks like he's probably used the phrase "I'll have my people call your people" unironically.

What. A. Tool.

He slides in with a smirk like he thinks he's hot stuff--and then it falters, slightly manic, slightly unsure, like an actor who has just been told the camera has gone Live. Newt rubs his hands together and his expression settles back into baseline. His voice, though kept moderate for him, is notable for its shrillness and tendency to modulate in volume and pitch midword.]

Hey~ So, hi. [Vaguely finger-guns.] Doctor Newton Geiszler. I'm head of Research and Development for a thing known as Shao Industries back home and--leeeeettle bit of background on that: we're a global tech firm, yeah, we're pioneering some pretty amazing mech--but I've also got multiple doctorates and a background in biotech and xeno-biology and frankly I don't want to be in academia so, if you're a CEO and you're interested--gimme a call. I'll send you up a CV.

[He picks up a can of Behemoth Energy Drink from off screen and takes a sip, label on the drink clearly visible. Is it intentional? Is it casual? Who knows. Then, a thought occurs to him and he adds:]

Also, who can hook me up with a good bar in Nonah? A guy's got to celebrate his return, right?

[His smirk should be accompanied by a wink at the camera. It seems like the kind of tacky, cliched thing someone like this would do. He doesn't. Instead, expression fading, he looks down into the bright blue liquid of his carbonated drink and then closes the feed.]

cadbane

How much do you think your childhood affected your choices later in life?

I'm from a world whose surface became so polluted that we had to live in floating cities above the planet's surface in order for the atmosphere to be habitable. But don't go getting any ideas that that was some fanciful airy place above the clouds. The sector I grew up in was dirty, rough and dangerous. You had to find ways to survive. I left there as soon as I could and never wanted to go back to it. I did once, briefly, but that's not a story for today.

That said, I work hard and do whatever it takes to make sure I'm in a position not to fall into desperate times, struggling for any scraps. Those who hire me know I get the job done.

What do I do? What the job calls for. I don't like to limit my options.

Can you hire me? Sure, for the right price.

All offers will be considered.

nightmarist

[Though Ronan is fairly active around instagram and bwitter, he hasn't made a post to the imPort-only network in all the time he can remember being here. Which changes today, on this most holy day.]

Sláinte.

[Lined up in several tidy rows in front of him, atop his kitchen table, are dozens and dozens of shot glasses filled with whiskey. Not green whiskey. Just regular whiskey.]

I'm taking a shot for every reply you fucks make to this post. Who wants to play?

[He's got a film crew with him, though they're mostly out of sight. This little segment is obviously going to feature in the next season of ETV's "fuckups & tryhards".]

topmeup

[Max holds up two fingers in a show of peace and greeting.] Hey there, my fellow Unexpected Travelers. How’s life treating y’all? Got any fun stories to share with the class about “What I’ve done on my Alternate Universe vacation?”

Or how about you tell me all of your no doubt very heroic monikers? I need to put names to faces, pictures on the internet don’t do people justice, and as much as I’d like, there’s not enough minutes in the day to be googling everyone. I don’t have time or resources to call each one of you individually so just help a brother out.

You don’t have to tell me your super-secret civilian identity, if you’ve got one, or what your powers are, if you don’t want to. I just want to know who’s out there saving the day and what the people know you as. A friendly Superhero roll call. I'll even start. Name's Max, call me Voltage, and I guess De Chima's gonna be my home away from home for the time being. Lovely little city, I tell ya.

[Did he finally stop rambling? Why yes he did. Don't want him to start back up? Maybe answer his question, or change the conversation.]

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