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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.

stretchy_girl

Um hello?

[The feed clicks on revealing an attractive young woman with jet black hair, her blue eyes darting anxiously around, her expression full of stress and uncertainty.]

The government people tell me I've just arrived through something called a Porter and that my name is Gemini de Mille.

[She doesn't sound too sure about that as she chews worriedly on her lip.]

The problem is I can't seem to remember...anything.

[She sounds more than a little frightened, hugging herself as her next words escape in a rush.]

I don't know who I am or what I'm doing here, can anyone help?

[ooc: Happens after the events of this log]

secondplacescrow

[ After all day of hearing this blasted noise, Edd finally had enough. He turned to the comm to complain. ]

So recently the Porter gave me a new power. It gave me a raven that can tell the future within a day, and it tells it by making noises that will be made in the future. Sometimes quoting someone. But ever since this morning it's been making this noise -

[ And then the camera switches from Edd to the raven that's currently on a dining room chair, making a very familiar noise. ]

Whoever knows what it is, please don't be making it in the future. It's driving me mad right now, and the raven won't shut up.

[ And then like that, the raven stopped and asked, "Hello?" Edd let out a sound of relief and tossed some bread at the raven. ] Finally, thank you.

[ After the raven gobbled up the piece of bread it was quiet for only three seconds before making the prophetic noises again. Edd let out an anguish cry, and the video ends. ]

restingstitchface

[The attached image is some amazingly nondescript photograph of a jumble of personal effects exceptionally well-organized on somebody's kitchen table. Some razor lies parallel to the table's edge. A trio of silver rings are exhibited front and center, parallel to a wedding ring missing its box. The only other object of note is a little orange watch, which has been in Crane's possession for a number of days. Though he doesn't find it interesting or particularily useful, he can see how it might hold value for some.

In contrast to the neatness of his table, his mind is a disorderly place. Temptation is tickling the ends of his fingertips, goading him to trash everything and break people's hearts. He sends out a message while ignoring that need. Does the decent thing.]

Well, I can't believe I'm having to say this, but does this belong to anyone? Beautifully made as it all is, it just doesn't match anything I own.

bindsthedead

That didn't go as planned. [Sabriel's voice is full of stunned exhaustion, and she's struggling to keep her composure.]

We were wrong. Lachesis is still around, but she's not in the Porter- she's part of this universe- or pieces of her are. The Porter is her creation- or her child, depending on how you describe it.

When she found this world, Earth 19-TS-59, they were already developing Porter technology- I'm going to assume that the story about finding it in the ocean was a lie. They had a foundational understanding, but they couldn't couldn't make it work yet- so she made contact with the president. She gave them the knowledge needed to create a working porter, and the first batch of imPorts arrived.

[Sabriel's speaking slowly- she doesn't fully understand or comprehend some of it, and that's a terrifying and exhilarating thought.]

Apparently she perceives time... differently. This happened when the first group of imports from the city arrived, but also years and years before it. And in entering this world, and parts of her merging with it, she changed it, not always intentionally. She's the reason the Porter cities exist, why the afterlife is so quiet, and there don't seem to be any aliens out there. To try to stabilize things, to stop them from changing too fast, she merged with someone in this world, and is latent within them. And whoever it is, it's not Lacey Chases.

And I think- I think we might have broken the Porter.

hardboyled

Gobble gobble gobble!

[Here's a grown man in a turkey hat looking ridiculously proud of his headwear choice and his high pitched turkey gobbling, at least the stupid voice only lasts for those initial three words before he's addressing the camera on a rather more serious but bright note.]

Turkey Day is right around the corner, a day for family and friends alike to come together and share what they're thankful for over some of the best dang food around. I, for one, am thankful for being a part of this awesome community of imports- you guys are all great, by the way-, plus I'm doubly thankful for having my bestest buddy, Jake, show up this month so I could share and enjoy that awesomeness with him. Hey, Jakey! [Excited wave at the camera!]

I'll be cooking up a feast this Thursday, and I'd like to send out an open invite to any of you out there who might otherwise be spending the day alone or just with limited celebration plans. It's not easy being away from home and missing your folks back there, so lets band together and enjoy what we have here: a community of bad ass super heroes who always have each other's backs.

Doesn't matter if we've never met, there's no better place for an introduction than around a Thanksgiving spread, and there's no need to bring anything but yourself. Alcohol is always welcome though.

In the meantime, what are you thankful for, network?!

changeablenature

Look!

[There's no person onscreen, though the voice is a young one, girlish and British-accented. The camera is pointed to a child's drawing of a rabbit on a plain white background, and it hovers there for a few long seconds, letting everyone get a good look. There's still no sign of the speaker, but the sound of soft breathing indicates that she's very close by.

Then, suddenly, the picture starts to change. The rabbit drawing appears to push itself outwards, becoming three-dimensional, and then it starts to peel itself off of the paper. Crayon scribbles shift and change, becoming soft faux-fur. It only takes a few seconds for the entire process to complete itself, and what's left is a blank piece of paper... and lying next to it, a little stuffed toy rabbit. The girl's voice laughs, delighted.]

It's brilliant; isn't it brilliant? I can make anything I want!

[She cannot, in fact, make anything she wants, but she can certainly make a lot. The possibilities feel endless.]

corkscrewed

1) Hello everyone! My name is Martin, and I'm very much looking forward to meeting all of you! I live in London (or lived, I guess? I'm in Nonah now, which is lovely, too.) Not "this" London, obviously, but I imagine it's similar enough. (You should let me know if you're from there, too, I'd love to have a chat.) This is all pretty exciting, isn't it? Always thought it'd be fun to visit America, but I didn't really imagine it happening like this.

2) If you were a dog, what kind would you be and why? (Corollary: If you really buy into the 'multiverse' thing, it really stands to reason that there's some world out there where we're all dogs, right? That's what I choose to believe, at least.)

magnitudes

( It's a few minutes after midnight, so it's only just tipped into the 5th November. There's a figure sitting in the dark, and very dramatically: )

Remember, remember!
The fifth of November,
The Gunpowder treason and plot;
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.

( And the figure, SHROUDED IN DARKNESS VERY DRAMATIC ETC, flicks on a light. She’s got a slightly ridiculous smile on her face, party horn balanced between her fingers in a manner more befitting a cigarette, and is sipping a beer. )

Unless it’s my birthday, which it now officially is, and that's more interesting that Guy Fawkes and the sparkle brigade. I’m not doing nothin’ big this year, on account of work kicking’ my arse all the way through October, but if you feel inspired to celebrate me coming into the world, then you should make a donation to your charity of choice or do a random act of kindness, or something.

For my more cynical and sarcastic friends, just try not to make anyone cry. That's not directed at anyone in particular, ( except for Jessica Jones, who it might actually be directed at. ) If you don't know what to do that's a random act of kindness, ask me.

Anyway, did you know that there's actual bloody proof birthdays are good for you? Yeah, statistics show that the people who have the most live the longest.

( FINGERS GUNS, CLICKY SOUND, SHE'S OUTTA HERE. Oh, but wait, she's back: ) And uh, new kids? Hi, I'm Sarissa, welcome.

generalgrievous

[The grim looking cyborg form of Grievous appears on the network and it seems that he has something serious and important to say.]

This will be the--

[But he abruptly stops speaking; instead wheezing and letting out a loud cough. Then he coughs again. And again. He attempts to speak further and yet another cough interrupts his words. The hacking cough goes on for some frustrating minutes before he finally glares at the screen, lets out a furious growl and cuts off the video.]

belegurth

So my housemate said I was difficult to live with, constant suffering, etc so that means I have the house to myself now that he's moved out.

[He's not that broken up about it. Jacob was such a stick in the mud constantly tell him to turn down his music, clean up, blah blah blah. This isn't the first time someone has told him that he's difficult to live with but clearly, it's just everyone else's problem, not his.

He's going to make the most of the opportunity.]

What I'm saying is that this is something to be celebrated. Maurita Falls 001, I have lots of booze anyone who wants to celebrate with me and there is great music my roommate never appreciated- he's not around to complain about it anymore.

[No one appreciates his taste in music.]

ghoulking

Kanaya has been Ported out. To those who didn’t have the huge pleasure of meeting her, she was a Troll from Alternia and she was one of the few imPorts from the City who were still here. She has helped me and imPorts a lot, to uncover important information and share her own. She was also a good friend, who always helped me from the moment I arrived. [ kaneki doesn’t deal well with loss at all. But he will suck it up right now. ] The City meant a lot to her, in a very bad way. [ it was a traumatizing experience ] And as the last imPorts of the City are slowly leaving and knowledge of that place is fading away, I think she’d want those who are not from there to know about it. Because it matters.

It’s the home of Lachesis, after all, and where it all started. This was all told to me by Kanaya and few other people. Though, if someone wishes to correct me on it, feel free. [ maybe this time someone will be willing to share something? Maybe not. ]

I will call that place “Alpha Universe” and the “Alpha City”. There, Lachesis was in control of a Porter and she ruled the world as she pleased; I can tell you a lot about Lachesis powers, from rewriting history to building new countries, but when you control a machine capable of altering space and time, there is little you can not do. But even all her might and power did not save her world from being bitten away.

She begun to bring imPorts in on 10th October 2008 and at the time she was hidden behind a figure that claimed to be Iron Man. [ Tony Stark, yes ] but once the very same Tony Stark was Ported in, that identity became shaky and eventually Lachesis revealed herself. Her reasoning was always difficult to pin point, but she always did what she's doing here: she brought in people from other universes. There, she used them to do her bidding, whatever it was; in a way, the imPorts were her knights, ether they liked it or not. Unlike like this place, she was much vocal and downright megalomaniac. [ perhaps he shouldn’t be saying this out loud, ooops ]

A lot happened in that world, I've extensive history on it and it's ironic how some things are just so similar to this one. I can tell you that world was destroyed in December 2013 of their calendar, and this destruction was the work of a group by the name of Vulcanus, and ultimate Lachesis own sister, Atropos. Vulcanus was a group of people who wanted to send all imPorts home, and when they couldn't do that they attempted to take their powers through kidnapping and experimentation, and after attempted to put imPort under their heels. Since it didn't pay out, the answer was to kill all imPorts, leading to a fight that took them across multiple universes.

Vulcanus had access to a Porter, where they locked up one of Lachesis sisters, Clotho. With it, they built their perfect world, New Vesuvius, where they had been successful in exterminating imPorts and enslaving the ones left. Though Clotho helped imPorts as she could, this only caused Vulcanus to grow angrier at the audacity, and so they went further: they searched for the last sister.

Atropos is the last of the three Fate Sisters and she’s the one who cuts the string of life, which is very fitting considering what she did to the Alpha World. Possibly using Clotho, Vulcanus brought into Alpha World this last Fate and she bit it half. She destroyed everything – the oceans evaporated, the moon broke, everything became ruins, and while imPorts tried to survive Vulcanus was there to kill them off one by one. Lachesis was forced to abandon her universe in order to save herself and she brought along some of the imPorts to this world, leaving behind Vulcanus and Atropos. Who are still there.

When this world’s government says they are afraid of something coming through this Porter, they mean them. I hope you'll understand why.

If you have any questions, I will try answering. [ since a lot of people from the City prefer not to ] All I have is Kanaya's testimony and I was not in the Alpha City, so I can't tell you my personal experience. Only hers.

d33tached

I am seeking recommendations in the areas of literature, film, and musical selections.

Suggestions made in jest will be given no attention.

[Y'all know that ain't true.]

((Ooc: Quick reminder to check out this page under "music" to see how music has been affected in the MoM setting and what sorts of things would and would not exist here!))

restingstitchface

[Crane's staring into the camera with an intensity that doesn't dwell well under his skin. Though the clean suit he wears does a good job of hiding it well, nothing can conceal the irritation he feels under it. He clasps his hands together under the table then rests them imperiously on his desk.]

Why do you celebrate Halloween?

I'm just curious.

[He kicks back against his chair and plonks his feet on the wood. Whatever he was irritated by - rather, what he was disregarding - seems to have taken on better shape. He feels it draped over his face, coarse but warm and intimately familiar. It takes most of his energy to play a weak smile for the gallery.]

Don't worry about tainted candy, by the way. Razer bladed taffy apples? Lye-coated bubblegum? Cyanide-laced Pixy Stixs? They're just legends. Informal whisperings of unsubstantiated reports of contaminated sweets picked up in the course of trick-or-treating. Now, for clarification; I don't intend to claim poisonings never happen. A father laced his own son's candy with cyanide in order to reap the benefits of his life insurance, yes, but it certainly isn't a problem. As a matter of fact, the absence of personal stories highlights that clearly.

[He scratches under his chin.]

Here, of course, the bogeyman isn't even cyanide or toxic chocolate - though Hershey's deserves labelling as poison, honestly - but collective fear of a different sort.

[That's a topic he isn't acknowledging right now. He has every intention of discussing it with the class, but carries on.]

Has anyone here been poisoned by Halloween candy? I doubt it. And if you're scared of the possibility? Well, take it from an expert, October 31st is the most extraordinary day of the year you can be terrified of. You'll never experience another one like it till the next cycles round. So dare yourselves and do something special - be bold, knock on some doors when the day arrives. Eat some candy and-

[He tips his chin.]

Enjoy yourselves.

flowerette

Hello, fellow imPorts.

[ Raina greets the camera with her ever-present charming smile. ]

For those of you who don't know me, my name is Raina. I've been an imPort for the past two and a half years now. And for all of that time, I've been involved in imPort cellular research -- studying us on a cellular level, trying to make sense of these nanites within us. I am pleased to announce that I've finally had a large breakthrough in terms of discerning the probable function and possible outcomes were we to extract nanites from ourselves entirely.

I've always operated based on the theory that as soon as we come through the porter, something within us changes on a molecular level. As many of you know, a few months ago there was an incident where a few of us found ourselves with unwelcome clones. I joined with a team of fellow imPorts to infiltrate Heaven Scent and was able to extract some vital research from their database. What all of this illuminated for me is more concrete proof of my theory.

I'll briefly go over what we do know about nanites for those who might be new or unaware. Every imPort is injected with them upon arrival. They are not the root cause of our powers, but they do allow for those powers to be altered or sometimes even nullified. They are also responsible for our mostly functional ability to revive from death. They have no effect on natives or even metahumans. And the reason behind this is a bit gruesome.

These clones of ours were infused with nanites of their own which largely allowed them to house our powers to near perfection. But on a molecular level, our clones were unable to handle the infusion of nanites in their blood for longer than a couple of months and after that time, these nanites started to eat them alive -- breaking them down on a cellular level and causing them to essentially disintegrate.

[ Raina pauses, glancing down at some of her own paperwork and rifling through it. ]

I've run multiple tests this past month of samples from both Heaven Scent and blood samples I managed to extract from clones during their brief, but memorable, time with us. My findings are all conclusive: we alone are the only ones who can house nanites because we alone have come through the porter and changed on a molecular level. And it is through these nanites that our powers are able to translate into what they are in this world. Meaning: without the nanites inside of us our abilities would become erratic, uncontrollable, and in all likelihood gone entirely. Nanites might not be responsible for our powers, but they are what enable us to use our powers the way we know them and without those to keep us anchored to this universe, there is a chance we would disintegrate the way our clones had when they were exposed to the nanites.

[ Looking up again, this time invitingly. ]

I would like to run some more tests to study this further. In order to do so, I am in need of samples. And by samples, I mean blood samples. If anyone is willing to donate to the cause, I promise it'll be worth your while.

[ A promise that sounds a lot more sensual than it should, and with a little wink -- Raina ends the feed. ]

dejerate

So. What is the big deal about turning eighteen anyway? What do you do then? I mean. Sure. University or whatever, I'm looking into that. It's not all that different from being seventeen is it? I dunno on having some massive party or anything.

I could see how it might be a big deal back home, but. Not so much here, I guess.

magnitudes

( The scene:
Sarissa, with what looks like twisted up kitchen roll shoved up each nostril, the paper bloody. Her nose is puffy, bruised, the skin across the bridge of it and around her eyes looking almost purple, but it hasn’t bowed to either side.

Underneath said tragedy, Sarissa’s mouth is tugged in a wide smile. )

Fuckin’ oath, mates. My sister clocked me good. Can you see this?

( The camera is waved around, to get different angles of her poor nose. ) Bloody legend. I was worried she’d be useless at self-defence, but I take back everything. And she’s driving me to A n’ E.

( She’s in a car, by the way. A nice one. The seats are a deep red leather, and in the driver's seat but considerably less jovial is Sarah. She turns the camera to actually get a shot of Sarah for a couple of seconds before twisting the camera away again. )

It was an accident, we’re good and golden. Lesson learned, but, don’t try to tickle attack Saroula when she’s groggy.

( A sniff, and she makes a little “ow” sort of face that is more comical than sincere. )

Anyway, just wanted to say we’re gonna have a big fuck off barbie at ours, soon. Last part of the summer— or uh, first part of the autumn? And if you happen to also have a homicidal ex-boyfriend who has been ported out for more than a month, then you get to receive a special prize. Like, I dunno. You can take home the bouncy castle, or something. Everyone’s invited, unless I don’t like you, but if you ain’t sure and you got a seal of approval from one of the girls, then you’re good. But everyone bring some food or something, ‘cause I ain’t cooking endless bloody mountains of food when I don’t know how many people are turning up. For one, I'm cheap, and for two, I'm lazy.

( Another little sniff, and Sarissa looks across at Sarah. Dramatically: ) Do you reckon I can still get away with serenadin’ myself in the mirror? You’re beeeeautiful—

( That might just be Sarah’s hand reaching over to try and knock Sarissa’s device out of her hand. )

No, Sarah, you broke my nose, you get to listen to me sing James bloody Blunt, that’s the rules. Maybe Snow Patrol, okay, or Shania, that’s my compromise.

restingstitchface

[The video feed, active and recording, shows Crane in his study - but not as usual behind his desk. It rolls around and shows him leaning over the mantelpiece with his elbow, without his jacket, still wearing his sweater vest and tie, with his sleeves rolled up in a manner one might consider casual. He doesn't look at the camera as he gets to work removing an inkwell and quill and then sets down a wooden perch.

Without warning, there's a structured burst of cawing followed by a period of quiet.

Crane steps away from the fireplace and looks up at the lighting. Squatting on the lamp's metal arm is a short-billed black bird. It looks much like all the other black birds one can spot around town.]

If you are quite through?

[He ignores the camera a bit longer in order to bench it on its perch, but not for the first time it flies back to where it seems comfortable. He tries again, and not much to his surprise it returns home. Despite the clear camaraderie the two of them share, he leans on one side and directs his eyes at the ceiling. He is not generally fond of opinions from the masses but finally addresses the camera admist another round of cawing.]

I cannot very well invite him to fly around my office anonymously. If you would like to name him, I will take on board your suggestions.

[Trying not to sound too frustrated, he checks his sleeve. His face goes thunderous.]

Excuse me.

[He clicks his nails against the mantlepiece and then, in true fashion, at least to those who know him, preserves his dignity by switching off the video.]

glowsferatu

[ Kanaya doesn't look happy. She looks like someone who has spent two days playing a mobile game nonstop, and hated every second of it. But she important things to say about it now. ]

So, I didn't plan to waste any more of my time thinking about this silly game, but after everyone on Bwitter decided that it was worth blowing up my shouts over, I found that it may be worth looking into further. Frankly, much of the content they related of this "Papaya Delirium" stand-in is rather concerning.

After spending far longer playing "Heart Kapow Wow" [ Though she stops short of using air-quotes, she says it with as much disdain as possible, what kind of stupid title is that? ] than I ever intended to spend on as pointless an endeavor as this, allow me to make a few disclaimers. And, for the record, I can't believe this shit has somehow become necessary.

First, stop recommending Hallmark movies to me. I don't care, I don't want to watch them

Second, no, I am not Jason Vorhees. I don't even know who that is.

Third, I'm not a wasp, or any kind of bee. Stop sending me jokes about bees.

Fourth, and perhaps most importantly, no, I do not have an ovipositor. I do not plant eggs in people. I am not seeking a new egg host for my children, I will not lay eggs in you on request, no amount of money you offer me is enough to make me want to roleplay this scenario with you, or even to think about it any more than you've already made me, and thanks so much for that. I don't want to see any art you've made of the event, I don't want to know that you're making art or writing whatever it is you are while stimulating whatever nether-organs your species has evolved. I don't want to know, please stop making me know about these things. You're all disgusting.

And finally, I. Do not. Date. Men. I don't care what your vexing virtual vespine vixen told you. She isn't me, and she isn't real, and I am seriously considering a call to my lawyer to see if something can't be done about her very existence. If you are trying to hit on me over Bwitter, you've already lost. Please stop.

[ She lets out a long exhale, rubbing her temples. Her brows furrow as she considers something, then relax for a moment as she screws up her lips and opens her eyes, then furrows her brows again, dropping her hands and looking back into the camera. ]

Does anyone know how to get my good ending? Do I even have one? It would really figure if I didn't.

itistolaugh

[Harley smiles and waves at the camera. The room is clearly not her own, for anyone that knows her. Too many books and not enough glitter. In fact, it seems rather Jonathan Crane-esque. That's because it is Jonathan Crane's home, where she's been crashing since the floods in Heropa. She has to speak a little louder than normal to be heard over the strange animal noises in the background.]

Hey, I'm back! And now I've got my sweetie pie big smelly babies with me, yes I do! Say hi, babies!

[She turns the camera to where the "babies" — two fully grown spotted hyenas — are intensely focused on something off-camera, with their tails up and teeth bared. One of them turns briefly to whoop at mommy, and then joins his brother to giggle and chitter toward the top of a bookcase.]

Aren't they just the biggest sillies? They can definitely bite your legs off though, so ask before you pet if you see 'em around. And speaking of biting things, uh...

[The view moves up and focuses on a dark lump on top of the bookcase. The lump is a cat, terrified out of his tiny mind.]

That's Wizkers Khalifa. He's a total sweetheart but really skittish, so I think he should be somewhere quiet where he's the only pet, or at least where nobody is trying to eat him. He's been my buddy for two years, so it's really important that I know he's in a good home, and I want to come over and see him from time to time.

Oh, there's Johnny. Hi, J— Nope, there he goes.

[The camera swings for a glimpse of Crane swiftly leaving the room, before moving back to poor Wiz.]

He's embarrassed of me. Anyway, let me know if you want to meet the cat. Sooner the better.

drivesadesk

[Jonathan has been moping, and now he's sitting outside in the park, sharing his thoughts.]

So...the clones are gone. Not just apprehended, but actually...you know...

Is anyone else bothered by this? I mean, they were living, conscious beings. And now they're not.

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