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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.

inchesofevil

[the video feed clicks on to Duncan setting up the camera. He pulls away, hands held up tentatively while he waits to make sure everything's working how it should and nothing's going to fall over. The setting behind him is obviously a science lab, and the camera is centered on a pair of double-sided portable whiteboards in front of the counter lining the wall, with a stool sitting somewhere off-center in between them.

Satisfied with the recording setup, Duncan turns around and walks up to the whiteboards, which are both covered in chicken scratch notes and hastily drawn science diagrams. If you can actually read his shitty handwriting, it's a lot of half-formed ideas about nanotech and genetics, and some of it is...concerning. like mad science concerning.

He pauses, staring at the board on the right, which is the one with all the potential mad science on it while the one on the left is mostly just note-taking and calculations. he scrutinizes it for a moment, absently biting his thumbnail, like he's looking for some kind of answer in what he's written there.

it's worth noting that he looks like hell. button-down collared shirt wrinkled in the manner of having been worn for a couple days straight, and he hasn't shaved since whenever he put that shirt on either. he looks exhausted but wired. manic, even, as he looks back toward the camera as if suddenly remembering that it's there. he turns to face it completely.]

So.

So, nanomachines, right.

Fuckin'. Fuckin' nanomachines. Nanites. Nano...tech. All that bullshit.

[he is definitely exhausted enough for his accent to be slipping. he's still trying to maintain the neutral American, but his Texas is showing through, and what he winds up with is an inconsistent mess of an amalgamation of the two.]

You know what I know 'bout fuckin' nanomachines? Fuckin'. NOTHIN'. [he smacks a hand against the whiteboard's frame and then is distracted for a second while he straightens it back out.] Nothing. But! I am also a goddamn grad student, so if there's one thing I know how to do, it's motherfucking research.

So. So nanomachines, alright, nanotech 101, tiny-ass fuckin' machines that can do all kinds of cool shit. They call 'em nanites here, but it's the same shit, it's all nanotech. And their nanotech progress would be fuckin' incredible if they used them for, you know, curin' cancer or what the fuck ever, but no! No, instead they just shove 'em into ImPorts for government surveillance bullshit. They can use that shit to bring us back from the dead but they can't be fucking bothered to--

[okay, no, deep breath. he holds his hands up like a signal to halt--to, uh, himself? inhale, exhale, lowers his hands, starts over.] Anyway. The government's use of nanomachines on us is irresponsible as fuck, and fuck you if you disagree.

And, uh, the government's hiring ImPorts right now to improve on their nanotech, so it can't get hacked by Russia again I guess.

But you know what'd work better?

Fucking not pumping us full of goddamn nanites in the first place.

So--so! With that in mind! [he snatches up a dry erase marker and flips the board over to its reverse side, which is...well, it's equally full of concerningly mad-sciency shit, but he swipes his sleeve across a big arc of it, clearing off a space. he decisively uncaps the pen and then...doesn't...write anything, instead standing poised with it as if he's going to start in a second here.] I say we put our collective science brains together and figure out how to fix this fuckin' nanite problem our own damn selves.

Like. Like would an EMP take them out? Not optimal for the robots, probably. Or we could, uhh, make our own nanites to combat the originals and take them out. Corrosive anti-nanite chemo mix? Find their resonance frequency? Lasers? Fucking. Science is all about lasers, we can probably solve this with lasers somehow.

Or. [facing the camera again, turning away from the whiteboard. no, he still hasn't written anything down yet.] Or we could engineer fake antibodies to bind to them. Or uhh genetically alter a virus--HIV, right? Perfect. Turn HIV onto the nanites instead of T-cells and let that dismantle 'em exponentially.

Or, um. I don't know, draining all your blood would probably work. I mean, you'd have to be willing to die a little, but I can resurrect people so don't worry about that. Honestly, that's probably the simplest answer.

[that sounds like maybe it should be a joke, but he definitely sounds and looks as serious about it as he did about every other suggestion he threw out. he hasn't slept in three days, his mad science meter is through the roof right now.]

alcheregis

[ Haen's smiling with a rather pleased look on the video today, even though the general air isn't something most people are smiling about lately. Which is why... ]

My dears, I just want to give you all a heads up! Although your heads can really be in any position you'd like, so long as you give me a little listen. I can't say I really enjoy these guests of ours, so I've decided to make them feel a bit more unwelcome. Not my usual attitude, I know, but I really think they're just overstepping a bit too much!

So don't be surprised if you see them feeling a just a touch under the weather starting any time now. I'm actually rather proud of the recipe I've put together! A little encephalitis, some single stranded ribonucleic acid, just a pinch of Yersinia pestis!

[ For those of you who are wondering why that sounds familiar: yes, she did just name the bacterial strain responsible for the bubonic plague, among others. ]

It really is a lot like cooking, actually. Too much salt spoils the soup... is it salt, that saying refers to? I mean, really too much of anything would spoil soup. Although I suppose soup might be easier to recover than, say, a cake or something.

Oh! And I also tweaked a bit for their melanocytes, so you'll be easily able to tell who's already infected, and that you should probably avoid them. They're going to have bright orange splotches on their skin, impossible to miss, really. Well, I suppose if you were blind, you might miss them... or colour-blind. Hmm, I didn't think of that. Well, for next time!

Now if you do happen to be an inattentive silly and catch this, I want you to drink lots of milk! It's good for bones, and it'll also work well for the symptoms. Has to do with the amount of thiamine-- oh, you might know that as vitamin B1. Anyway, drink lots of milk, it'll help you feel better. But please don't tell that to our guests, I'd rather them find out only once they've gone back home!

That's really all I wanted to let you all know about, dears.

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((OOC: All the information for this can be found here, including a full list of symptoms and information on opting-in if you'd like your character to be affected! Happy plaguing~))

rathercommon

[ Kitty's voice is a little strained. ]

Right, so...Hullo, Kitty here. And we've already had a bit of input on glorious-war and glorious-war-but-do-be-careful-about-it-because-the-Russians-are-a-bit-scary, and at this point everyone's probably like shut it won't you. But for anyone who's still out there and still listening, just...

This is hard for us. We've lost our friends. That's scary. But remember that no real harm has been done yet. They've been kidnapped, but no one's been killed. The situation right now is not that bad. But it has the potential to get so much worse if we let loose our anger. Remember, the weapons in the Russians' possession - and in the Americans' - can scorch the earth. Kill everyone. Everyone. It won't just be us who go if we escalate this war: it'll also be the little kids in the school down the street from you, and the girl who always remembers your order at the malt shop, and the bloody...puppies in the animal shelter.

So those of you who are thinking that it's time to go burn down Russian cities, or join up with the army as they march to destroy our enemies - close your eyes and think of the entire baskets of puppies and kittens that'll get scorched into nothing but atoms when this war gets stepped up and the bombing starts. Okay? So instead, maybe let's give thought to negotiation. Forgiveness. Stepping down the violence. Some of the kidnapped have gotten word out - I bet you anything they'll agree.

darwinatrix

[Major-General Armstrong is standing in her small, Spartan office, her back to the camera. As always, she's in her blue Amestris army uniform, though this time, she's also wearing a long, dark coat lined with fur at the collar. She very deliberately reaches up to grab a long, ornately decorated saber from where it hangs on the wall.] So it's come to this.

How many of you know war, I wonder? Not the violence of a brawl, or play-acting at being heroes, but war. I know it far too well. Back where I come from, I command a fortress at the border my nation shares with its greatest enemy. Amestris and Drachma have been at varying states of war for decades.

[She turns to the camera, resting the tip of her saber on the floor.] What they do not tell you is that war is boring. If you were under my command, every day you'd sweep the battlements for icicles. You'd maintain our weapons, our tanks. You'd ensure our supplies are sufficient to withstand a siege. War is drudgery, day to day.

And then, one day, you're awoken by artillery shells exploding twenty feet from your head. You scramble for your rifle, to get dressed in the pitch black of night, wondering if the next shell is going to be twenty feet closer. You're too scared to even piss your goddamn pants. And even when your orders cut through the chaos, you won't stop being scared. But you damn well do your duty, as you've been trained.

The sound of bullets... it's a curious sound. Quite beautiful, in its way. Bullets whistle, coming past your ear. [She mimicks the sound, a little thwip, with her own mouth.] In that instant, you don't realize that hearing the bullet means that if you'd been standing six inches to the right, your brains would be over the floor. [A tiny, cold smirk tugs at her mouth.] Hearing the bullet is good, because it means you're still alive to have heard it.

This declaration of war is a declaration of war not just on this nation, but on imPorts. We are under attack, and if they want war I damn well mean to wage it.

The courageous, join me. The rest, stay behind our backs. War is no place for the weak-hearted.

mmnpcs

[When the imPorts open their comms, they will come face to face with an uncharacteristic image, ensuring that even imPorts who attempt to ignore broadcasts at large will see it. This is, after all, relevant to each and every imPort.

The image is nothing more than a black screen with white text superimposed on it: STATE OF NATIONAL EMERGENCY.

After a moment, the image will be quickly replaced by one of L. Chases, seated at her desk, hands folded in front of her. Her expression may be grim, but it is firm, and there is nothing but ferocity behind her stare.]

Attention all imPorts, [she starts off, voice crisp and clear.]

We are now in a state of national emergency. As of January 20th, the USSR has officially declared war on the United States, effectively endangering not only the people of America, but the world as a whole. In this time of need there is a strong chance we may have to call upon you, imPorts, to do your duty in protecting your own.

As a part of this declaration of war, the USSR has abducted approximately fifty imPorts, a number which may yet continue to grow. We do not yet know how this was accomplished, but you have our word that our intelligence is active and ready to uncover what form of technology could abduct you from afar.

We are currently in talks with foreign aid and the UN. Retaliation is a risky prospect, but I assure you, we will retaliate. That time draws near, and when it does, we will be asking for your assistance.

Until then, stay aware, alert, and cautious, imPorts. We cannot afford to lose any more of you, and more importantly, your fellows cannot afford it.

[And with that, her broadcast ends. There will be no replies.]

clownshoes

[ GOOD EVENING PEOPLE OF THE CITY. Cities.

Have Sora, quite clearly at the swear-in from the looks of it, looking far too cheerful.

In fact, the teen is downright glowing with confidence. ]

Hey, guys! If you aren’t at the Swear-In, you should definitely come by! And if you are--

[ Sora flashes the video behind him, showing the food laid out for the imPorts. ] You should come over here, because Naruto and me are about to have the greatest contest ever!

Which I’m gonna win, of course.

[ Naruto’s sprawling orange-clad arm comes out of nowhere and pushes Sora’s face away in an overly familiar gesture as he wrangles himself into view, grinning just as manically as his companion. ]

Which I’m gonna win, y’know, ‘cos ya better believe I ain’t gonna lose out to this guy! [ A thumb is jerked in Sora’s direction. ] We’re gonna see who can eat the most, an’ even though I’m gonna win ya should make sure you’re all there so ya can watch this go down, ‘cos the only thing Sora’s gonna be eatin’ that I’m not is his wooooorrrrdddssss!!! [ Which would have been a pretty impressive play on words had Naruto not totally stolen it from something he saw on TV. ]

[ Sora spends a good few seconds just staring at Naruto for that one. And then he just turns back to the camera like it never happened. ]

So go ahead and come over! ‘Cause I bet Naruto’s the one who’s gonna be eating words!

[ And with that, the feed cuts. Anyone around feel free to wander over and watch. Or just yell at them over the network about eating the food meant for everyone. Oops.

blue is sora, orange is naruto!

#shounenherolife ]

thinhammer

So y'know those random job things they give ya when you get your file thing and your keys an' your house and stuff? [ He looks somewhere between embarrassed and annoyed. It's like someone's pointed out that he's been doing something confidently and yet completely wrong - so it's a feeling he's familiar with, but nevertheless it's one he hates. Hence the discomfort. ] Uhhh.. What'dya do if you lose it?

[ Give him a break; where he's from everyone's either a ninja or they aren't, and that's as far as his understanding of government-issued employment goes. In his world his jobs literally get handed to him day in day out, and typically they're picked specifically for him, too. ]

I just wasn't feelin' it, y'know! It didn't make any sense, an' the people tryin' to tell me what to do kept bein' all bossy about it, sayin' I had to talk better and faster and stuff, but I didn't even know what was goin' on half the time. No-one wanted to buy that old dusty trash anyway, lemme tell ya! I just walked outta there. [ Well, it was a bit more uh.. forced, than that. But Naruto won't admit it. Naruto Uzumaki doesn't get fired, haha, are you kidding? ] But uh, now I kinda got nothin' to do, so I'm thinkin' I need to look for somethin' else.... [ He gets kind of twitchy with just his own company. ]

Does anyone know where I can get a job? [ Surely these sparkling puppy dog eyes will sway anyone into at least pointing him in the direction of a vacancy... right? ]

dendarii

[ Finally, Miles gets to post to this infamous network. He's been here a week now, and mostly figured himself out, but ...

A smiling, genuine face appears on his end of the viewscreen. Miles has angled his comm such that his unusual stature is nearly invisible. The sharp-eyed might notice the back of his chair being higher than his head, but otherwise he looks quite professional in his neat gray uniform. Very nearly the mercenary fleet admiral he is - is pretending to be - a little bit of both. ]

Good morning - afternoon? Ah, the joys of all being on one planet. My name is Miles Naismith. Admiral of the Dendarii Free Mercenary Fleet. [ A beat; the smile doesn’t waver. ] Alas, I seem to be without both mercenaries and fleet at the moment.

I’m not entirely convinced by this whole registering idea, though. Tell me - those of you who are registered, why do you do it? Ideals? Practicality? Adrenaline?

[ He shifts a bit onscreen - and winces a bit, as an unseen bruise makes itself known. Right, he had another purpose. ]

And - er, are there any healers who are interested in work? I could really use someone dedicated to handling broken bones on a regular basis. I've found one lovely lady already, but it seems prudent to have a list on hand.

missleadingquestions

[It's Christmas, sure, but Maya's not really one to celebrate it.

Neither's Edgeworth. Bad things have always happened in December. Bad memories. Bad fights.

That's probably why today was just really not the day for them to be in the same room. After Maya had dared to suggest using some of Mia Fey's tactics for his investigation, Edgeworth had snapped and insulted the elder Fey, unaware of her demise.

Now, Maya sits under a streetlight in Heropa on a curb, surrounded by the quiet of the dark. It's hard to see her face with the lack of light and all, but she's not smiling quite the way she usually does.]

Hey, so... is everything closed on Christmas?

I thought stuff'd be open.

[...It probably doesn't help that she just took off in any which direction instead of going somewhere specific, but she hadn't been thinking. She hadn't known what to do. Phoenix wasn't there, Mia wasn't there... What could she do?]

Sooo. What's everybody doing tonight? For, you know. Celebrations.

[She just wants something to talk about-- something to take her mind off the argument-- and is doing her best to keep a smile on. Too bad it doesn't look like a real one.]

akito

Hi
I hope everyone is O.K. after the fire and power switching and ambush
Does anyone know how i can make $10,000 ASAP?
(｡• ᵕ •｡)

((ooc: someone has been in the hospital and has no health insurance oops...))

rathercommon

[ Here's Kitty, wearing a smile and giving a little wave to the camera. ]

Hullo. It's Kitty here. I was just thinking about how it's about time for us to get another wave of new people - and then I remembered how last December, we didn't get any, and then I realized that I've now been here for over a year and that was just mad to think about.

It's easy to focus on all the horrid things that happen to us here. Because there are so many horrid things - that's true. The war with the Soviets is just terrible, and sometimes you just want to take the President by his shoulders and shake him until he stops - and those groups that detest us, they've made things a bit hard at times, as well. [ There's a little sideways twist to her lips as she says that; that's a grotesque understatement from a girl who had quite the history with one of those groups that detest us. ]

But it's always easy to remember the bad above the good. That's how the human brain works, isn't it - it's designed to remember hurts so that it can avoid those hurts in the future, which isn't bad, but which means that we sometimes lose track of the fact that there is so much more kindness than cruelty in the world. So I was just sitting and remembering all the good that's come to me over the past year.

Because this year, in this world, it really has been filled with impossible goodness. When I first came here, I was so scared, but there were people who took me in and helped me and protected me until I got a little more courage. And now here I am. I've made so many friends, amongst them someone I thought was my direst enemy. I saw people whom I'd never done any good for - I saw them forgive me when I was cruel and wicked and spiteful towards them, saw them risk themselves to help me and to save me.

And I've lived amongst the people of this world, who have been so good to me. So good. I've made friends amongst them, too. I've been kept on at work when I really have been the worst employee, when I've been unreliable because of my other obligations. And we've been allowed to speak our minds, speak freely. We've been allowed to travel far and wide. We've been supported in everything we do, which is far more kindness than has ever been extended a group of refugees at any time in any world. We've lived at peace. We've lived well.

So -

[ She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. ]

I'd thought - if I could trouble you all - that we could spend a little bit of time, all together, remembering the good turns that people have done us.

Talk about whomever you'd like. Talk about the people who have been kind and helped us when they didn't have to. Talk about the wealth that is the other people we know here. And I thought we could talk about the natives, too - I was thinking I might put together a little something, a few quotes, that we could pass along to the natives of this world, so that we know that we appreciate them. Let's take some time to overcome our brains, and remember the good - focus on the good and remember how kind the world is to us. How well we live. How strong and brave and honest we can be here.

[ Translation: 'All of this is a somewhat underhanded but well-intentioned PR thing that will let me package some stuff to make the natives less furious at us in an ongoing attempt to avert all-out war between us and this world.' ]

Anyway. There's that, if you can spare some time. Oh, and, erm - come by Krakatoa, while I've got your attention. Best club in town, bar none. And the employees are simply gorgeous.

[ A quick, half-sheepish grin, and then she gives a little nod and waves her way off. ]

clownshoes

[ sora is a good friend. sora is a great friend. sora isn't bothering to find out how to hide this post from riku because he's the best friend ever. ]

So, I know some of you know Riku. He's my best friend.

[ that grin is to not be trusted. ]

And as his best friend, when I found out he decided to keep something reeeeally important from everyone...I had to let everyone know.

[ sora leans into the screen like he's got a big secret, looking for too self-satisfied. ]

Riku's birthday was 17 days ago.

Late birthday presents and wishes are completely acceptable.

angelfire

[ Lucifer has been gone for a while, keeping out of the way, letting the dust settle where it will. He's also reconsidered his approach to speaking on the network, as is evident by the change in venue. No longer is his video framed in stunning stained glass windows representing wings, or some other extravagant fixture of his church; instead Lucifer lazes on a long burgundy couch, propped up on top of a gold cushion. There is, perhaps surprisingly, the sound of football being played in the background. ]

Consumerism is beautiful, isn't it? I mean, look at this-- [ He waved his hand off screen. ] --Hours of dedicated advertising space, selling you things you don't need, broken up with the occasional three minutes of two dozen men standing around talking in the corner of a field. "Family entertainment."

[ Lucifer only bothers to lift one hand to make his speechmarks. Afterwards, he tips his head, laying it sideways against the pillow. His eyes are lidded, keen, though they give the impression that he's rather tired. Maybe he is. He's been around for a very long time, and for those who've met him before it's not an old expression.. ]

Tomorrow is one of my favorite days of the year. They're discussing it on every channel, during every break. Black Friday. Only humanity would invent for itself a sale with offers that you would literally sell your soul for. It's adorable--and frankly typical. On Thursday you reach out to your family, thank God for his generosity, and the world for its bounty. And on Friday? On Friday you'd stomp them all into fresh linoleum just to get your paws on a new I-Pad for five percent of its ticket price.

But it's the holiday season. [ He shrugs and tips back up again, propping his chin on the cushion as he hugs it. His free hand rubs his chin. ] You're supposed to miss your family, aren't you, assuming that you aren't together. Or, I suppose if you have no family, then the people you're close to, or the people... [ A very slight pause. ] ...the people you've lost. We all have those, don't we? Some more important than others. [ He might be speaking to one or two people in particular, but the poking at the wounds is just so subtle. ] So, here's the question of the season: what are you thankful for? What do you miss?--oh, and most importantly, what would you sell your soul for? [ A slow, dangerous sort of smile. ] Maybe I can hook you up.

Happy Thanksgiving, America.

thinhammer

Hey! Does anyone know how to set off fireworks?

[ No context, no explanation, that's all you're getting unless you ask. It's early in the morning, but for once Naruto is wide awake; bright eyed and bushy tailed and full to bursting with animated ideas of what he's planning. Luckily for Naruto (unluckily for everyone else) Naruto isn't all that familiar with the community at large and therefore this request may appear quite a normal one.. There's just the small detail of Naruto's reckless personality that might ring alarm bells, and the fact that he hasn't an ounce of common sense. The way he's staring intently and excitedly into the camera might also be a little unsettling. ]

restingstitchface

[It's been almost half a day since his release from jail, yet Crane's burying himself in research. His message is posted to the network in the evening. Oh, they may not like it, but they'll all give him an answer - one way or another - all they have to do is respond.]

Since the day you are born, you are taught not to fear. Verily, you are taught to gain wisdom you must conquer fear. There are those who like to point out that, in the face of courage, fear holds no power. There are those who like to say much about how he who hath overcome his fears is truly free. They don't say much in simple terms about the true nature of horror. They make assertions. Simple statements. Declare things to be so. You can believe in fear or you can reject it. But fear is not something you can outrun. It is within you, and nowhere at all.

You can say there is no fear. You can say there is no fear until you turn blue in the face. Your words will not change the feelings within you upon reading this message. They won't change the fact that you stand uneasy before your own terrified thoughts. And those thoughts make no difference to me. You can deny that fear exists, but that doesn't change it. Fear came into this world to teach you things. It came to keep you safe. Your own minds are wiser than you know. They know that fear is always with us; yet you never think it is an emotion you must deal with one day. You send down your eyes. You deny yourselves an awareness of its power.

There's no salvation in ignorance. There's no strength in ignorance. There's no wisdom in ignorance. Whatever fault you believe is rotting you to the core, the cause is fear. Fear does not cease to exist because it is ignored. It's settled. It's living. It's changing. What you believe of fear in this life doesn't determine how it affects you. When you all open your eyes, you live in fear. Fear is an emotion, my friends, that has plenty of patience. It awaits you. It awaits you in the morning when you open your eyes. It awaits when you close them at night. It doesn't matter if you deny it for a hundred years. It won't bother fear one bit.

Now I say unto you; the real tragedy is when men are afraid to accept their fears! For whosoever accepts their fears awakens in a place beyond his wildest imagination.

So tell me, imports. What is it like knowing I am out here? Are you frightened? Scared?

What terrifies you, I wonder. What are you scared of?

[He is the worst anon. He doesn't care. He wants reactions. Their reactions.]

akito

What do you miss the most from home?
Is there anything you miss that you never thought you would?

clownshoes

[ hello, dear city.

sora, newly returned and unaware he'd ever been here before, looks Very Serious in the video he's started broadcasting. ]

Hey, guys! My name is Sora, I just got here, and I have a super important question.

[ sora emphasizes his point by making sure to look Even More Serious. ]

So...do I get to choose my own hero name? Can I be Awesome Man?

[ ...

well, sora thinks he's funny!!!

he must, judging by the way he cracks up. ]

action for Heropa #033;

[ and a short time later, the residents of Heropa #033 will get a fun surprise: sora, passed out on their couch. snoozing away like he owns the place...which technically he sort of does now. HAVE FUN TRYING TO WAKE HIM UP. ]

rathercommon

Hullo. Kitty here.

[ A little wave, and a slightly melancholy smile. ]

So...Knock Out has gone home. For those who knew him. For those who didn't...He was someone clever, nearly genius. An unparalleled inventor and tinkerer. Handsome, too - you'd know him if you saw him by his very handsome face. He was quick-witted and funny and more than a little devious. And I'll miss him.

[ A breath. ]

He left a garage behind. I know enough about my own car to fix it when there are problems, but I wouldn't even be able to begin to continue his projects. His cars are beyond clever, beyond anything that exists in this world - And I don't want them to rust away half-built. I want to finish them, and give them to people who need them. They go absurdly fast, and they're good for the environment, and they don't hover. I know a lot of you hate the hovering.

So here's a request. Are there people out there who can help me? I haven't got much to pay you all with, but I know lots of people do need cars. So if you help me build two, you can keep one. Or - if you can't put in that many hours, that's fine; you can just learn a bit about new technology from what he put together. It'd help develop your skills, promise.

[ And, with a little wry smile: ]

And I'll absolutely buy pizza and root beer for people helping out. Or real beer, why not. What's the point of having a fake I.D. if it isn't getting used?

[ Her smile broadens into something a little teasing after that last bit. ]

Thanks.

lvless_soul

[The feed opens up to the view of a young child, about eight or so years old, standing away at arm's length. The feed is slightly tilted, and there's a frown as the child reaches forward to adjust the position of the camera. When they're satisfied, they lean back to their original position and wave brightly at the camera. Hello everyone!

Frisk isn't sure where exactly this place was, but they do know it's not anywhere close to Mount Ebott or any place familiar. Being dropped into a completely foreign place with strangers isn't new to them though. It's strange seeing so many humans after a long period of having monsters as company, but they're not about to be deterred.

But back to the point. Frisk holds their left palm up and slides their right hand over it, outwards, then points their index fingers up with both hands and touches the hands together and finally points at the camera, making a sweeping motion from right to left. It's nice to meet you all.

They continue with their signing, making the hand movements a little slower than usual for clarity. They're not sure if anyone will understand them, but it's worth a shot.

It's a short statement. I'm new here, let's all be friends! Once they're done, they smile, and then end the video.]

inchesofevil

[Duncan looks like a perfectly ordinary Earth dude, if you ignore the fact that he's dressed in some fancy looking leather armour that makes him look like he walked straight out of a fantasy MMO. Mostly what's visible is the gold mantle of his cape and a black hood, both trimmed with white. He's got the hood pulled up, but it doesn't hide his face. Behind him, you can see the obvious decor of a bar.]

So, I would be doing this over text, but apparently good keyboard layouts and slide-out keyboard phones haven't been invented yet and this is too fucking urgent for me to have the patience for that shit.

[deep breath, intense look into the camera]

How the fuck are you supposed to get drunk with a healing factor in the way?

I timed it. I fucking timed it! Three shots, completely sober in five minutes. [he holds up five fingers to emphasize that] Five minutes! That's fucking ridiculous! How am I supposed to live like this?!

[With a frustrated groan, he sets the phone down against the table; the picture goes black and stays that way for a few seconds.]

[then he lifts it back up and gives the camera a more subdued, resigned look]

Heimdall, by the way. Welcome to here, me, I guess.

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