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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.

ex_honourable379

Hi, I'm Steve. Pretty new around here, and I got a question or two for you folks.

[ The person on the screen is male, blond and blue-eyed, leaning against a tree in what look like downown De Chima. He's wearing a bomber jacket and what can only be described as a 'grandpa plaid' shirt. No, really, it looks like it barely escaped the least fashionable part of the '50s with its life. (Mostly because Nat and Pepper aren't here to rescue him from bad shopping choices.) ]

Does anyone know if there are any, ah, veteran groups in the area? Specifically here in the city would be nice, but I'm willing to expand out to DC or one of the other imPort centers. [ He reaches up with the hand not holding the video feed steady and rubs at the back of his neck. Asking about this is kind of embarrassing, but 1. he'd really like this information and 2. he's spent the past few years as an example, so why stop now. ] A friend of mine back home works -- worked at one, and I'd like to volunteer.

[ And also maybe talk to someone. Actually talk about war, being defrosted, and other difficult topics. Or at least keep the possibility open. Because waking up in a new century is one level of what-the-hell. Being brought to a completely new world is stretching his patience just a little. ]

So if anyone knows of one, or at least someone more official to ask, I'd be grateful. As for my other question, is baseball popular here? I kind of miss going to games and cheering on my home team. Any information in that direction would be helpful, too. Thanks.

[ He offers a little, shy smile and turns the feed off. ]

sassguard

[ The feed opens on an unusual sight -- three of the Normandy's crew (former and current) squeezed together to fit in front of the camera. It's a tough fit since none of the space marines are small men, but they manage. Shepard, in the middle, speaks up first. ]

For those of you who don't know me, my name is Shepard. [ He's unusually formal, posture straight and gaze evenly directed at the camera. ] Some of the Normandy’s crew have been Ported out over the last few months, and it's been long enough that we don't think they're coming back. Justicar Samara, Thane Krios, Garrus Vakarian, and Jeff Moreau.

[Jacob leans forward a bit as he puts in his contribution, short and direct.]

Some of you knew those names. Those of you who didn’t, you can trust me when I tell you this place is a hell of a lot worse off without them.

[ Kaidan is squished to the right, just barely in the screen -- Jacob and Shepard take most of the space up, and he isn’t exactly fighting for screen time, but when he pipes up, he leans a little closer toward Shepard to do it. ]

We’ve been pretty lucky so far, haven’t we? Every time someone’s left -- like Shepard -- they’ve come back, so we wanted to give people time, before we actually said something…

That’s nice, fellas, but--

( cut for space nerds embarrassing themselves )

stubble

[ By now, Cullen has figured out the different settings on his phone. Not all of them, but the ones involved with making posts to the network. Thank the Maker for that, because trying to write messages on the bloody thing is a trial and sometimes he just doesn't have the patience for it.

He's sitting on the porch, mostly just his head and shoulders—the latter clad in a simple t-shirt—visible in the video. The bland side of his house makes up the background. Not visible is his mabari, sprawled out at his feet. ]

Pardon the intrusion—[ Using the phone is one thing. Network etiquette is still rather nebulous to him. ]—but I wondered if anyone might have some advice on where I might locate a proper job.

[ His relatively neutral expression dips into a disapproving frown. ]

My current duties are ridiculous and wholly unrelated to my talents. [ The frown smooths out. ] I was the general of a rather large army and have been a soldier for the majority of my life. As a child, I grew up on a small farm. I'm accustomed to being active and prefer it to more idle occupations.

[ He drums the fingers of his free hand against the arm of his chair. He has no idea the protocol for ending communications of this nature. ]

Thank you for your time.

[ Eh, that's good enough. ]

glitterateur

[Oh good, it’s Mabel Pines. This bodes well! What doesn’t bode well is that she’s outside the mess that is Heropa 18, wearing a sweet helmet and with two piles of junk sitting on the front lawn visible in the frame. Piles of junk that might, in a galaxy long ago and far away, be a “pod racer.” Except these definitely have more rockets attached to the sides. Like, an excessive amount of rockets.]

Hey guys! Mabel Pines here-- oh and Dipper! [Who waves distractedly at the camera as he puts the finishing touches on his racer.] We just wanted to remind everybody to save the date. The date being August 31st! ‘Cause it’s our birthday and it’s gonna be a celebonanzapalooza to be remembered. We’ll be celebrating being fourteen-- totally seasoned teenagers!-- in major style. And all of you are invited!

[In the background, the pod racers gently lift off the ground. There's a faint humming noise and a weird glow. This actually looks like it might work?? Dipper gives Mabel a thumbs up and adjusts his helmet, only for one of the racers to make an alarming pinging sound and suddenly list to one side. He smacks something and everything straightens out.]

We really do mean all, even you new people! Every imPort’s a friend of the Pines family, except for that one guy and he knows who he is. Come by, say hi, get cake! Bring presents.

[Dipper nods at Mabel, and the twins snap on some sweet goggles in synch. Several pigs with fire extinguishers in their mouths stand at attention. Mabel makes to turn off the camera before she remembers--]

--and if you’re in Heropa we’re sorry about the noise!

[Mabel gives a jaunty wave and the camera turns off as they hop in their racers. The people of Heropa will get treated to some alarming drag racing noises and some minor explosions in the next few minutes. Everyone else-- hey, you’re invited to a party! If the kids are still alive to host it!]

grumbling

[ there are a string of short, aborted videos on the network, most of which contain a blurred image of a strange blue uniform and a series of creative, mumbled expletives. when the video finally stabilises, an agitated man in his mid-thirties leans back in his chair. there are some childish drawings pinned against a whiteboard over his right shoulder but, other than that, it's hard to discern his precise location until a woman wearing brightly coloured scrubs walks past and gives him a funny look.

arms crossed over his chest and a scowl fixed upon his face that can only mean he's new here, dr. leonard mccoy is not happy with his current situation. prime directive be damned, they've dropped him back into the medical equivalent of dark ages and he's going to let everyone know how he feels about this. ]

Now this damn thing has finally decided to work, the name's Leonard McCoy. I'm your new local paediatrician. It's a pleasure. [ the corner of his lips twitch in what might be considered a smile. ] Now before you start asking: I don't practice the dark arts these doctors of yours call medical treatment, I don't make house calls, and I don't do any of this mumbo-jumbo magic crap either.

[ they seem to be a bit of a sore subject for the doctor. ]

If you need any medical assistance, I suggest you ask for me specifically, unless you want holes drilled in your head. God help me, I'll be here all day.

catchacold

[Leonard Snart isn't the type to just blunder onto the network and ask confused questions, so by the time of this recording, he's already been busy getting answers.

This is further reconnaissance more than anything else. Oh, and puns. Mustn't forget those.

The camera comes on and he can be seen leaning back against a building's wall. Doesn't seem like it'd be comfortable, but he makes it work.]

So. The Cold War.

Cool.

[It's possible that there's a chill running down the spine of anyone listening, but that might just be due to how terrible the pun is. Or perhaps his voice, putting just a little bit too much emphasis on everything. Possibly also because of his power.]

Where I'm from, we'd already dealt with that. Interesting times though. Got very heated.

So, this is a war. Who are we rooting for? Are the commies drafting random people too?

I've been inside a Gulag once, not really looking for a repeat there.

[The recording cuts off here, but as he packs the device away, he actually walks inside the building and enters Heropa #020, to see whatever expects him there.]

asoothingvoice

[ A Hispanic woman— olive-brown skin, glossy black hair pulled back into a pony tail—is visible, and looking very clearly unhappy; she's on the verge of anger, really. The area behind her is very clearly in Heropa.]

I would love to know what makes people think it's fine to go around kidnapping people and force them into helping with their own goals, especially when it involves giving them crazy powers and dragging them out of their normal lives. [Especially now that this seems to be a recurring thing for her family.]

I know they say they still have the Cold War going on here, but this? This is absurd. Throwing superpowers at people isn't going to do anything.

[She takes a moment to compose herself. She already got angry with a soldier when she arrived in the first place. Other people in the same position probably don't need it too.]

I'm Bianca Reyes, by the way. Normally, I'm just a nurse, but they can't leave that alone either.

iamtetsuo

[The feed clicks on to an extremely high view, focused partly on Tetsuo's face, the wind blowing his white hair erratically around. He's perched vulturelike on the support structures of one of the taller buildings in downtown Nonah, above the top floor, waiting for the wind to die down enough for him to talk.

And that's not even what he's here to talk about. Both hands are visible, and the camera is held very still; he's either got it perched on something or is holding it up with his powers.]

So, I've been thinking... We're all made out of elements and stuff, right? Carbon, nitrogen and water, things like that. All that boring shit they make you learn about in school.

[Apparently water's an element now. He pauses.]

But that's what I don't get. Ever since I really started to think about it... I keep coming back to it, you know? How we're all made out of a small list of ingredients...

[Sorry to anyone with a fear of heights - he reaches out to tap the comm and the camera moves dizzyingly downwards, providing a nice scene of lower building roofs, cars no larger than colorful beads, some trees... It pans out out to give a dramatic view of the rest of Nonah as he continues.]

But that same list makes all of this, too! What's the difference? How's something alive the same as stuff that can't be?

justimom

One would think that someone with nearly a thousand years of experience throughout a galaxy would find it easy to acquire employment.

One would be incorrect in that assumption though. It has been a very long time since I have had to seek a new path in life. In fact it was not something I ever saw as possible or likely. Yet, here I am and if I wish to acclimate further to this world I must find something. If not only to ward off the restlessness this place can bring.

My skills center mainly around combat, meditation, and my biotics. Beyond that though I have a considerable amount of experience with the galaxy at large, at least in the universe I am from. I was told if references are required Commander Shepard would be willing to provide such.

So I ask if there are any Imports that know of places hiring or might be interested in making use of my skill set, please inform me. You have my thanks.

flowerette

One year ago today, I arrived in this world. One year ago today, I shared a fateful drink in De Chima with the man who would become the love of my life. One year ago, there were different faces in this world -- different people to greet me upon my arrival, but many are and have remained the same.

[ Raina smiles a sappy smile. She is genuinely happy for the experiences she's had here and people she's met. ]

There have been a lot of ups and downs, especially as of the past few months. But I would be lying if I said that being in this world hasn't been a largely positive experience for me. And while it's sad to think all of it can be gone and forgotten faster than we can blink, that just means we should try to appreciate what we do have here all the more, doesn't it?

[ She leans forward, warm and inviting. ]

So I'd like to hear about your positive experiences. What are some of the best things that have happened to you here? What opportunities have arisen for you here that you would not have gotten back home? What friends did you make that you never would have met otherwise? And for people who have ported in recently, what opportunities do you hope this world will bring you?

We're so focused on the bad things or getting back home to our responsibilities or the people who aren't here that we often neglect to stop and appreciate the little things. Even if it's something as simple as getting to taste strawberry ice cream for the first time. So let's take a moment to share our experiences with each other.

[ A pause. ]

Also while I have you here -- a few months ago I was speaking to a friend of mine and we were talking about how it's possible to port out and return without memories of ever having been in this world. I brought up the idea of writing a letter to ourselves detailing our time here and he proposed that we try to see if the government would include those in the files we're given upon our arrival. If people overall think it's a good idea, I can talk to a few representatives to see if it can be done. I just know that there are people and things here that I would not want to forget, and I'm sure a lot of people feel the same.

And I think that's about all I have to say. I look forward to hearing your stories. Even if we can't have our letters included in our files, maybe this post could serve as a little something for our future selves to look back on and see how happy we once were if ever there's a time when that is forgotten.

khajidont

[Good old Jaime Reyes has been here for over a year and a half now, and what has he not done yet? That's right; an accidental post.

This one takes the form of a series of texts, each chunk of text being published as a new post as he blearily smashes at his phone's keyboard... complete with auto-correct and typos.]

Hey
Hey Wally wake up you wouldn't believe the dream I had
Okay so EVERYONE had a beard you had this giant ginger monstrosity
Ken had like this giant wizard beard and dick had those things what do you call them
giant sideburn thingies
minayos was freaky right blue and Kashmir wouldn't stop twirling hers and will's was beautiful
also milagro had one that touched the ground for some reason

if you know juicy nasty [yes, that's jyushimatsu] he was there too because I think he's haunting me

anyway EVERYONE was acting like it was totally normal and were like hey wheres your beard so I grew one but then all my teeth fell out which isnt fair because everyone else had their teeth AND beards

wally
wally
wally I answer literally every single one of your stupid texts
wake up or else I'm coming over there and dragging you out of bed

jk I'll ask dick to do it for me

[Expect mortified responses once his phone buzzes him awake, everyone... and if your character has CR with them, feel free to comment to find out what beautiful facial hair they would receive.]

idontwanttoknow

[A new world, a whole new populace to meet. As long as they don't expect him to do anything other than woo them, Ivan thinks he'll get on with these people quite well.

Time to introduce himself, then. He takes as much time as necessary to figure out the (frankly archaic) video capture equipment. His first call needs to show his good side, after all.]

Hello, De Chima. I've recently been ImPorted to your beautiful city, and I'm looking for an equally beautiful guide to introduce me to my new home. Would any of you ladies out there care to oblige me?

I also thought I would introduce myself for those of you who aren't sure whether or not to help me: My name is Ivan Vorpatril, and I am your galactic dream come true. Respond to me on this channel, and I can happily repay you with a night that is truly out of this world.

runningstart

Arright people, it's crunch time. I need your input on this critical issue: What graduation present should I buy myself?

Here are the options:
A) One pet rat
B) Two pet rats
3) As many discount 'grow your own crystal' science kits as my powerful masculine arms can carry so that I can grow a crystal statue in the likeness of Beyonce Knowles
And D) Two pet rats and a box of donuts for dinner

Also since it's finals season I'm offering my services to help people cram for any of the sciences. I can do up to college year whatever because I'm a genius. My rates are the low low price of buy me dinner.

boneitis

[The most obvious thing, at least for those who know Joker, about this message from him is that he looks different. Not just tired-- though he does look tired-- but actually older by something like a good decade. There's obvious gray shooting through his beard and at his temples, but if there's any more it's hidden under his hat. A scar cuts across his cheek, shallow and faded, but when he turns his head a little it's clear that the bullet that caused it took a chunk out of his ear, too.]

Hey there, party people.

[His voice and tone sound pretty close to the same, though, so it can't be all bad, right? Right?]

So I've got one of those deep, philosophical-like questions for you: if a guy has a massive mental breakdown in the middle of the end of civilization as we know it, does anybody give a fuck?

[Or not. It could actually be all bad.]

Survey says! Probably not. I mean, I guess this whole universe hopping thing could be theoretically possible if my life was the kind of sci-fi B movie that didn't have a downer ending-- who writes this shit, am I right?-- but let's be real. The most likely explanation is that I'm totally out to lunch right now. I'm really more surprised that it took this fucking long, like, seriously, it's about time. And, hey, I fucking hate Florida and one of the few comforts in my life right now is that the Reapers blitzkrieged it off the fucking face of the Earth, but at least my crazy hallucinations have given me a beach that isn't on fire. Would've appreciated an open bar, but I'll take what I can get.

[Or really not. Like, super not, this is the complete opposite of good.]

Ooh, is this gonna be the part where I get visited by the Ghosts of Crewmates Past? Bit of a genre switch, but hey, I'm down, I'm kind of sick of sci-fi survival horror. It'll be like A Christmas Carol, except Scrooge is too late to save Christmas and Tiny Tim is already dead.

...Wait, does that make me Scrooge or Tim? Eh, whatever.

burnseternal

[Hello, imPorts! Today, when Saint Walker takes to the network, there is a certain solemnity to his perpetually cheerful features, though that in no way overrides the pleasantness in his voice. It is out of acknowledgment of their current predicament; nothing more.]

Good afternoon. To say that the past few months have been trying would, I think, be something of an understatement. I am unable to make any grandiose statements that alleviate this tension, nor am I able to offer any suggestions on what one may do on the macro scale. What I would like to offer, however, is my personal help to any of you who may be feeling the strain of these trying times.

Where I am from, I often guided those in need of assistance in sorting out complicated feelings, and guided others in the art of meditation. Whether one is facing great problems or small - and I assure you, I have provided my help to people who fit both of these categories - meditation can help with that, whether it is to assist in bringing about even temporary inner peace and calm, or bringing clarity to matters that need addressing.

If you require another to speak to, or wish to learn more of meditation, please contact me - privately or otherwise.

[He inclines his head towards the camera.]

Thank you for your time, and may you all find your own sense of peace.

[OOC: An open log for meditation sessions has gone up HERE!]

helladoomed

Yo. I know a bunch of you have decided, like me, to skip out on the invitations of our new Russian Overlords and flee to the land of sun and drug cartels. Been workin on something since I got here, figure if we're the only ones avoiding getting brain-scrubbed, we owe it to everybody else to tell the world, right? Blame a friend of mine for it. Anyway, I set up a website: ourrussianfriends.com Yes it's sarcastic. If you've got video or audio or just want to talk about shit you went through before you got out, or if people still in there are sending you shit, hit me up or send it over to Edgeworth and he'll get it to me. we'll do everything to make sure they can't figure out who's doing what, if you want your identities hidden. if not, well, that's cool too. your call. We can't just sit around down here wishing really hard that the problem goes away right?

[The website itself is a quick and dirty recode of a wordpress rip-off, with sections for News, videos, testimonials and interviews. So far there's just a few descriptions of from people talking about the seminar and things they've seen in the occupied cities, and a series of videos from the seminar, most likely recorded by an import. Faces and clocks have been blurred out to make it more difficult to tell what time and who was recording them.]

kicksomegrass

Okay. [ There's no preamble, no introduction. Just Rocket's unmistakable voice, sounding as irritated as ever. ] I thought I had a pretty good handle on the way you Terrans did your calendar. Earth rotates around its axis: day. Earth rotates around the sun: year. Pretty standard. All the stuff in between is chopped up inta arbitrary "months" that don't make much sense, but hey, ya stick on every wall and on the communicators so at least I can kinda keep track.

It ain't perfect. Kind of annoying, but I don't expect a whole lot from you Terrans anyway.

That said, how the hell did I end up missin' a month and a half?

Last I looked it was all trees and snow and... "kris-mas". [ The air quotes are practically audible. ] Now it's all red and pink and... and kinda an assault on the senses, honestly. What is with you people? Somebody fill me in here.

[ There's a bit of a pause, and he seems to be ending it there. Until, as an afterthought, he adds: ]

Quill, you better still have my stuff or I'm gonna kick your ass.

bestsword

Hey there, imPorts, I’m Captain Tucker. [he’s standing alone in front of the camera, though. the reason becomes apparent when a sallow palm waves in front of it, indicating whoever’s filming.] And I’m… I guess still private? Whatever. It’s just Church.

And we’re here to help you get the most out of your valentine’s this year.

[there’s a displeased grunt; sounds like somebody resents being involved.] Well. He is. I’m here to make sure that his advice doesn’t totally ruin your lives.

Wow, thanks for the endorsement, asshole. [Tucker snorts but does not look fazed in the least.] Everyone knows Valentine’s was created to help singles get laid, so that’s what we’re going to help you do.

Oh, my god. No, it absolutely wasn’t. Doesn’t it usually just make them feel like shit? I thought everybody spent Singles’ Awareness Day in the company of booze and Netflix. [They, Church?? Who do you mean by THEY.]

Sure they do, if they don’t have any of my guaranteed patented pick up lines. [Someone stop him.] Now, when you give one of these lines, it’s all about the delivery. The confidence. Say it knowing you’ll get laid. Jesus christ.

So, here are some lines you can use, free of charge, courtesy me. Jesus christ. [He clears his throat, stands up taller.] Hey, baby, if I flip a coin, what are the chances of me getting head? Even less than your chances of getting tail. Oh - or: I hear you're looking for a stud, I've got the std, all I need is u. Wh-- How the hell is that a selling point? You might as well just introduce yourself as Jerkoff McCrotchrot.

Better yet! I'm an astro-gynecologist and my next mission is to explore Uranus. [Church’s voice is getting steadily louder and more indignant.] Oh, come on! That’s not even what a gynecologist does! Oh man or: Do you work at Subway? Because you gave me a footlong. That is not how b-- Ugh.

Seriously. Have any of these ever actually worked for you? Any of them. Please. I need to know.

They got me Wash didn’t they? I’d say that guarantees they work.

Pffft, yeah right. You couldn’t-- Sorry, wait, what? Who!? [The feed snaps off suddenly, but not before the microphone catches a second of wordless shrieking.]

overemotionally

[Video]

[The video comes on and Jim Kirk is looking around at the screen, not focusing on the camera yet--he's examining the layout. His piercing blue eyes look even more vibrant because of the redness rimming them. He hasn't slept much the past couple of nights after getting there between stressing about what was happening right before he got pulled here and the poor sleep quality one associated with heavy drinking. Nightmares didn't help either. Kirk was not taking this well at all. His anger has faded by this point into restlessness and exhaustion and when his restlessness wasn't able to be channeled, his self-destructive habits tended to make a showing. He hasn't felt anywhere close to this in quite a while.

When he finally focuses on the screen itself and speaks, his voice is somewhat raspy, but he puts on a shadow of his usually bright smile. If you've seen him before, he definitely looks like hell.]

Hey. 'M new around here. Jim Kirk.

If anyone could point me in the direction of a library with or someone that has any texts on advanced quantum mechanics, let me know.

[It was something to do. If he could be pulled into this place, technology had to exist to get him back. He'd find it, and the first place to start was to see just how different the physics between this universe and his were.]

Also, anyone up for a spar? Or street fight, I don't care which.

[He knew he didn't want to try out his laser power, but his matter manipulation? He was interested in how he could use that in hand-to-hand. Plus he needed to blow off some steam in a way that wouldn't end in a hangover at some point. In fact, he'd welcome the physical exertion and pain. He pauses a little longer, thinking of how he wanted to phrase something, but in the end, scraps it.]

Let me know.

[He turns the feed off.]

[ooc: If anyone wants to interact with Jim his first night there at a bar drinking, check out his test drive thread here!. I will still be tagging it!]

runningstart

Ssoooo, I know it’s tacky to use a social media site as a confessional and all, but whatever. Most of us –if not all of us- have been through some really heavy crap and that sort of stuff builds up. A buddy of mine helped me set this up, it’s got a filter on here that you can use when you reply so it’ll strip your ID from your comment. Make you anonymous, for those of you who can’t do that yourselves. You non-hacker types, also known as law-abiding citizens. [lookin at you robin]

Anyway. I figure we can use this post to just talk about the stuff that’s really been getting to us. You can say it with your name attached, or without; whatever you want. Maybe you’ll find somebody who’s going through the same stuff as you.

My thing is that I’m [a beat of hesitation, barely there] gonna die back home in about five years, unless I figure out a way to remember this. Or stop it. And that. Sucks.

But like, your stuff doesn’t have to be something like that, you can talk about that hottie you’re crushing on in math class. Just something you wanna get off your chest. Sometimes all you need is just to know that somebody else saw it.

…if you do talk about that hottie in math class you better have pics though.

((To make a comment anonymous, just place 'anon' in the subject!))

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