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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.

devoutish

[Who knows who this is meant for. Whoever it is, they're not getting it; it's showing up on the public network instead.]

I bring her sweetbread, she's got wine in the kitchen, things are going very nicely. Then a giant fuck-off snake slithers into the room, as long as I am tall and thick as my forearm.

I'm telling you, mate, I nearly left right then and there.

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[The below posts to the mirror network around 3am on the morning of November 26th, the election of the Heropa ambassador.]

Greetings, fellow imPorts.

As you turn out to vote today for our ambassador of Heropa, our single sole voice of representation in this great nation, we urge you to ask yourselves: who is your neighbor?

Your vote is a empty gesture. A gesture designed to help keep us complacent, to make us feel that we have a part in a body, in a nation, that has nothing to do with us. These elections are coordinated by a government who does not care about you. These elections put into place the newest figurehead, in a series of figureheads, whose power is rendered meaningless by the very fact that we who live here have no rights. No control. We are brought here and we are taken out again.

So trust your neighbor, imPorts. They are the closest you have to a constant.

But we suggest that you trust your neighbor only if you know your neighbor.

Your candidates show one face. We show you now, LIVE, FROM HEROPA, some OTHER faces of 3 of the finest, to teach you, imPOrts, to be wary, and beware. Be wary of the rich who give from guilt, the men of means who claim to care. Beware the criminals who got off easy and now ask YOU to behave. Be wary of the cronies, the vote-buyers, the campaigners who seek not to enrich your lives but to profit, to increase their means and their research, to increase their bottom line off your backs. Beware the institutions, Big Med and Big Industry and Big Brother. Beware those who would see us as tools. Beware the socialists who would join the democratic machine. To enter into that game is to succumb to it.

To the candidates: we urge you to LISTEN TO YOURSELVES. Heed your own words and take your own advice. If you must participate in this dog and pony show that the government has constructed as a distracton, then participate by our rules, the rules of the imPorts. You should tear this fabric. You should not worry about playing the corrupt game. You should worry for your fellow imPOrts, and worry about us. We have the power.

And remember: it is in our hands to decide. Not just today, fellow imPorts, but every day. IT IS IN ALL OF OUR HANDS. You must pay attention. Don't make us pay attention for you.

[Following the text is a series of links and soundbytes, reposting the above for emphasis.]

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crackshot

So. This has been a long couple of days. [The look on his face screams 'I am just so done' so much that he doesn't even have to say it explicitly] Any recommendations for a good bar around Nonah? I got a lot of sorrows to drown and not enough booze to keep me going.

[See, now, he doesn't need deets on what's going down, he gets the gist from the other posts he's checked in on and what his little handy welcome pack told him, he pretty much has that down. As insane that it is. What he doesn't have is a good reliable watering hole and that just isn't right. No man should go days, hours or minutes without one.]

If I spend any more time sober, I might actually start reassessing my life and my choices and I don't have time for that kind of shit. So just help a guy out here. I don't mind if I got to pay a little extra for a good drink but I'm not exactly flushed with cash here so let's not go nuts and send me to like the ritziest place in town. Okay? Reasonable. Prices.

[Wait, he should really clarify here because when it comes to finding a bar, you can never be too specific in your wants.]

Just don't direct me to some dive where they water down the drinks or I will come down on you like the hand of God and smite your ass because seriously, don't waste my time or my money. That shit ain't cute and I will come at you. Sensible suggestions only.

[There's a long pause before he adds:]

While we're on the subject of things I need, I got one more request. I need someone who's good with this thing right here. [He means the device, he even gives it a little shake to just display what he means.] I got a few questions.

wordaday

[The first few second of video is an awkwardly angled shot of a very tired, very pretty blonde woman, clearly trying to work through how to use her damn phone. She looks like she's recently been through the wringer, face a mess of healing scrapes and a few shadowy bruises. So, she's just not here for any kinda crap today, phone. Behave.]

Oh lord, I’ve never been good at this computer stuff. What is- oh, eeugh.

[Sookie finally gets a good look at herself in the camera, and that angle is doing nothing for her, yikes. She takes a moment to adjust the angle, until she’s satisfied that she looks actually presentable to strangers and not a damn mess like she’s been for the past week.]

I’m Sookie, ah, Sookie Stackhouse. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be so scattered, I’m just a little overwhelmed right now, if you can understand. [She frowns, a little embarrassed at herself. Get a grip, Sook, it’s just a camera.] Ah, so, I’d really really like to know about churches around anywhere? I’m Methodist, but I’m no stranger to a Baptist service, or any of those big nondenominational-

[And then for just a moment, the Fellowship of the Sun flashes across her mind’s eye, and her stomach lurches. No. No megachurches.]

Actually, no, just small congregations are fine for me.

Also, they're telling me that I've got to be on some TV show called, ah.....[She takes a moment to look at something scribbled onto her palm.] Virginia Lakeshore? Anyone know anything about that? How would I wiggle my way out of that, exactly?

instars

Hello.

Someone ought to think about a Halloween party. If there is one, we should have it be a little more on the adult side than what we got at the swear in. Minus the murder. Of course.

[Of course.]

Someone can pick up that giant spider carapace and fill it with candy. We'll have snakes. And I'm sure a vampire can come and menace everyone at least a little.

And drinks.

Lots of drinks.

And costumes.

Any objections?

[SHE WANTS HER DAMN MOLTING BACK.]

If people want it, I'll gladly throw it.

wolvenblood

[ _{There is a camera but its wonderfully shaky-- the sound of footsteps are heavy as he runs down a busy street, the pavement and peoples feet barely visible through his fingers and the movement blur. It comes to a stop in semi-darkness, being held up to reveal a very scruffy looking man. It seems he wanted to be somewhere quieter. Because of his dirty and mangled appearance, you absolutely do not expect him to talk like he does.} ]

Small companion of the light, harken to thy surroundings. A civilization surpassed akin to thou, born of metal and glass yet given a life of its own... what sorcery encompasses thou so?

To thee I promise, if thou speaketh again, I shalt answer. To thyself, if wisheth to keep thy secrets I shall kneel for I art trustworthy with thy words.

[ _{His accent is soft and spoken poetically and regally. He has been hearing other videos through the open channels on the communicator but was too busy being a little bit confused to answer back. This time however he decides to try and initiate a conversation with the 'talking box of light'.

He believes it is a talking box of secrets. Oh boy. He has no idea where he is either (even though its been explained to him?!) but the priority seems to be the talking box first.} ]

dualismum

[ Posted to the Mirror net. After talking to a couple of people about his situation, some of them did point out Sasaki was being kept under government’s thumb. others have pointed that out before, but they never made it sound like it was a bad situation. Only recently. Everyone is so paranoid )= ]

This isn’t new and in case you didn’t know: I am biologically a ghoul and that means I can only consume humans. If you have questions, I can answer but that’s not why I’m writing this. It’s not that difficult for a ghoul to find food, and I’m not talking about hurting people; I would never do that. You have morgues, cemeteries, suicides and humans killing each other. However, it's illegal; you cannot steal bodies, you can’t temper with murder scenes, and people wish to bury their loved ones. The government knows my dietary needs and that's why I can’t just tell them I’ll handle my own diet - because that’s the same as telling them I’ll do something wrong. They told me if I was registered, I can have access to bodies donated to science; if I’m not registered, I don’t and thus I’d go back to the first part of the issue: they’d know I don’t have access to their food, they’d know I would have to get it somewhere else, and they’d know whatever I would do in order to get it would be considered wrong and illegal. I’m registered because I need to eat. This is the sole reason why Kaneki was registered, and he hated it because he felt like he was pledging alliance to a government only just so he wouldn’t starve. Myself, I’m used to this because it’s the same sort of agreement I have in my world: I’m allowed to live and eat and be treated as a human, as long as I work for the CCG and obey their orders. It’s true the government here could force me to obey them if they wanted, and I would do it. And some of you find that awful, I know. But let’s be honest, what other choice is there? What would you do in this situation? Still , the government hasn’t given anyone orders, and honestly – perks aside – I still don’t see the big difference between registered and unsettled. So I do wonder, what’s the difference? What makes you decide you prefer to be unsettled and not registered? Or the other way around (besides the benefits). What's bad about one and another, or good?

jacksonian

[ On the screen is a portly, jowly little guy with slicked-back hair and a smarmy manner. Mark is here to offer a really good business opportunity, yeah - but people could be excused for not being all that interested in that business opportunity on the basis of this kid looking and acting like a junior supervillain. ]

Hello. My name is Mark Vorkosigan, and I'm the founder and CEO of PKE, a full-service investment firm catering both to the imPort and native communities. I'm announcing today that PKE is expanding its business interests.

ImPorts are creative thinkers and capable entrepreneurs who still have trouble getting an initial loan to start their businesses. Local banks don't trust imPorts, because we disappear, or because we get attacked by the Soviets, or because bad things happen to us. So banks deny us loans, or charge us high interest rates. And this hurts our community.

So I am making it PKE's explicit mission to provide investments to fund your business ideas. Do you want to start a business? Then you should start here, with PKE. You can respond here and run your business idea past me, and if it seems viable, we can set up an appointment at my offices to discuss particulars.

[ And, with his smile growing broader and also quite savage, he goes on - ]

Oh, and just for those of you who weren't aware, Lucifer got Ported out. I'm hosting a party in celebration. Open bar, free food, live band. Everyone's invited. Next Saturday night, De Chima. RSVP here.

pillz

to the fuckup / tryhard who broke in2 my house

im gonna fuckin nut u ;(

& ur little dog too.

ps the one wit just twinks had herpes on it

shifting

[there's a frazzled shapeshifter on your screens today, imPorts. He rubs a hand against his mouth and the scruff of his chin awkwardly, like he's going to make an effort to collect his thoughts - then promptly throws that plan out the window.]

Hey, uh. Sorta a specific question, but has anyone ever... lost track of a day and shown up at the Porter? With somethin' changed? Is that just - somethin' that happens on top of all the other weird shit this place does to a person?

nickovitch

[ Illya intends to introduce himself properly. That is what you do in a hostile land, isn't it? Not quite name, rank, serial number, but close enough. He's been fiddling with the video functions of his communication device, after wandering around the environs of his new home just to get a quick impression of things. And then he started reading the welcome brochure in full.

He's holding it in one hand now, although the paper looks a little crumpled, like it's been balled up and thrown once or twice. Or five times, but whose counting. Illya himself is composed, more or less; a fair-haired gentleman in his thirties, dressed in a dark turtleneck and jacket, his mouth twisted into a faint frown. Blonde, blue-eyed, and handsome, he's physically close to the epitome of Aryan perfection. The punchline of that particular assumption drops when Illya opens his mouth, though. Because: ]

Why tattoos? Surely there is some other way of marking newcomers -- imPorts as it says here -- to keep track of who arrives and departs. Sufficiently advanced technology, and it comes down to tattoos. Words instead of -- I don't ...

[ That's right. This particular imPort is Russian, judging by the thick accent lacing each word. He isn't bothering to hide it, either, speaking in a controlled, somewhat clipped tone. While his overall demeanor is calm but guarded, those accustomed to closely reading others might guess he's more disturbed by the topic than he lets on. Illya takes a breath, glancing down at the paper and then back up. ]

Where I am from, there was a terrible war fought because groups of people were gathered in specific places and marked with similar tattoos before being slaughtered. [ He shrugs casually, as if he is aware (or assumes) personal biases won't make much difference in this world. As if what Hilter did doesn't still piss him off. It has only been twenty years in his world, though, and of what he has read about the rift between America and Russia, it is this detail that stands out. Aside from 'Russians R Bad'. ] But perhaps I am overly sensitive to such things. Perhaps it is not a problem here.

My name is Illya Kuryakin. I am from Moscow. [ Yes, that Moscow. ] Does anyone else come from outside the United States? It seems a great many people are from America, or places influenced by it. Or, if you are American, how does your world differ from this one?

[ Look, aside from the secret agent skills, he dabbles in other areas, including science and maybe a little psychology. (Researching personal weaknesses ftw.) Right now, throwing tantrums and breaking things isn't going to get him any answers on what's going on. So he might as well start collecting information by asking those who've been in his position. Especially if the government actually wants him to register. The more you know, right? ]

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ok
so since c l e a r l y this network/glorified message board isn't used for anything actually important i'll ask it here

free cute phones (not sketchy at all btw). a file full of info on us (again: SO not sketchy). crappy apartments. roommates. big government. inter dimensional travel or w/e.
~superpowers~
this is all some special kind of bs but has anyone addressed the bs fact that the jobs we get assigned are like some kind of freaking joke
it's a little too insulting imo

has anyone gotten a job that they can take seriously

doneproperly

[Well, what else do you do when you're being kept awake at 2 in the morning? Post to the network anonymously with the hopes of relieving your anxieties, obviously.]

What do you do when you think you were fine with something, but then only weeks or months later discover that perhaps you actually aren't?

On a completely unrelated point: those of you who are dead back home, how do you cope with that knowledge? Feel free to respond anonymously if you wish-- I find it more cathartic, especially where personal questions are concerned.

On another completely unrelated point: I am now taking suggestions for sleeping aids.

kickingand

[ Have one Dean Winchester, kicked back and enjoying himself, seated pleasantly enough at Lucifer's desk. Anyone who knows what that office looks like is more than welcome to comment about how he is not the big man on campus who should be sitting in that chair, what are you doing, Lucifer is going to kill you for this... But Dean just looks kind of amused and utterly oblivious to the fact that he's invaded Daddyfer's office. ]

Back home we've got just about everything but the boogie man. And I only say that I 'cause I haven't seen him - he's probably out there, hangin' around, waiting for someone to gank him. [ Dean shrugs. ]

But y'know. Ain't nobody's gotten there yet.

[ Clearing his throat and glancing up for a moment, Dean's gaze narrows as he thinks before he brings it back down again, looking all too inquisitive. ]

But see, what I want to know is, what's everyone else's idea of the 'supernatural.' [ He wiggles his fingers - spooky fingers!! ] I mean c'mon, the shit i've seen over the years, the things nobody else knows about, all the crap that people don't even know exists? I know it's there, I know it goes bump in the night, but if nobody else knows it's there, am I the only one who's callin' it a threat?

I mean- if nobody see's a wendigo walkin' through the forest, i'm still pretty damn sure it exists.

And then it got me thinking-- somewhere out there, there's gotta be a place where everyone knows this crap is running around free. Djinn and vamps and ghosts- like a monster mash that everyone's been invited to. Angels and demons, the whole shebang. And then what the hell makes it so goddamn spooky then? If everyone knows, then is it really so supernatural?

I mean- Hell, just like this place. We all got superpowers, what even makes it that super anymore? I'm not even talking about the difference between your ghosts and my ghosts because that's a whole different story, I mean I know my vamps are probably different from your vamps because with all this other-world shit? Someone out there's probably got ones that can't even stand garlic.

[ And that earns a significant snort. ] And I gotta say, that just makes it too damn easy.

jacksonian

[ It's Mark again. Remember him? He used to go by "Peter"? Clone of Miles Vorkosigan? Facetwin of Hermann Gottlieb? Anyway, he is looking a bit less like Miles today, because Mark has put on a bit of weight. He's chubbier-cheeked and jowlier, heavier-featured. Plus his hair is slicked back in a way Miles never does his hair. Basically, he is working hard to look like himself and no one else. ]

It seems we're all in need of a bit of leisure time. That's why, on July 10th, I've rented out a corporate skybox at a Washington Senators baseball game, for use of imPorts and a few local businesspeople.

[ He leans forward, and types a bit, and the video is taken over briefly by an interactive, dynamic image of the skybox he's renting, highlighting its various features. ]

The box is located on the third base line, with an excellent view of the whole field. It'll have buffet-style catering - [ Very important, as far as Mark is concerned. ] An open bar with an in-box bartender, a private restroom, in-suite pool table, and cushioned reclining seats. Completely air conditioned, so you can watch the game in comfort as well as style. And there might even be a chance to meet some of the players themselves at an exclusive post-game autograph session.

[ And the graphic switches to a panning video of a super "trendy, cool" party bus. This kid has like no taste. At all. ]

As if that's not enough, I've also chartered a bus between De Chima and the stadium. This chartered bus is the height of luxury, with reclining seats, mood lighting, and an in-bus drink and snack service. It'll leave from the De Chima imPort housing a few hours before the game.

[ And then the video switches back to him. He offers the camera a rather oily businessman smile. ]

And here's the part you might like best - it's free to imPorts. The only cost to you will be the money you bring to tip the bartender and bus driver, and the cost of the souvenirs you might want to buy to commemorate this evening. Courtesy of my full-service investment firm, PKE. Remember that PKE is available for all your investment needs, both short-term and long-term. If you're looking for luxury and executive treatment, invest PKE.

[ What he is not mentioning, of course, is that this is not exactly a charity endeavor: those "local businesspeople" he mentioned are actually people who are paying $2500 a head for the privilege of schmoozing with imPorts. But, hey, who cares! Everybody wins, right...? ]

shifting

[the Sam Merlotte addressing the camera from his desk is worn thin, circles under his eyes and stress at the tight line of his mouth. Not the best face for a video, but unfortunately necessary.

In his defense, he spent the better part of this weekend in jail.]

I don't know what happened. That's the first thing I'd like an answer on, if someone's got one. Magic bullshit is the best answer I've heard, and that's not enough. I also know someone wearin' my face and name went and dragged my reputation through the mud and worse, since he was kind enough to leave me a week's worth of fucked up memories and his goddamn mess to clean.

[Sam takes in a long breath through his nose and lets it out again - trying to keep calm. The whiskey glass he's holding out of sight has been helping.]

I almost lost my job 'cause of this. A lot worse did happen. And I was left holdin' the bag for that. I'd like to know why.

...But I also need to apologize to people who had to deal with it. Me. ...Him. However the fuck I should be talkin' 'bout this. So, I'm sorry. I'm sorry to a lot of people, some I never even met before. None of y'all should've had to put up with that. And if anyone needs me to keep away from 'em from now on I understand. Just -

[Sam licks his lips, then shakes his head]

- I'm sorry. That wasn't me. But I'm sorry.

hostage

[Goodbye to the Jesse who was a clean and successful art student, hello again to the Jesse who looks like he spent the last three nights sleeping under a bridge.]

Been thinking about this the past couple days, trying to figure out how I really feel about it, but you know what? I still feel the same as I did before:

It was shitty.

It was shitty for you guys to change us back without asking if that's what we wanted. A lot of us were better off the way we were last week. The next time something like that happens, maybe ask how we fucking feel about it.

[He just had to get that off his chest.]

admemoriam

[The video comes on, just a bit crooked, to show a scrawny teenager sitting in tall grass. He gives the camera a business-like nod, and then holds up a piece of paper, covered in blocky, red writing, to the lens.]

This is my bucket list.

[Self-explanatory, from the title.]

Who can help me with any of it? [He tilts it back to scan the list again.] Like, I'm pretty sure fireworks will be pretty easy, but I don't really know where to find a red panda. [A little nose wrinkle.] ... Or a volcano.

[That's it. That's the broadcast. He gives the camera a boyish smile and a thumbs up.]

shifting

[ Sam is wearing one hell of a grin as he makes sure his video is steady. He backs up, and in view behind him is a small pick-up truck with a high cap over the bed. It may have once been powder-blue, but those days are clearly well behind it.

But hey, it has tires. Honest to god tires. ]

It was hard enough findin' one that doesn't hover, but throw stick-shift in the mix and you'd think I was askin' to buy the first printing press. [ his grin widens. ] Hell, I feel like a hunter showin' off a trophy.

But bein' able to avoid public transportation? Or just go campin'? That's priceless.

She's gonna need a name though, for good luck. [ Sam levels a playfully serious look on the camera. ] Can't go drivin' a cursed truck. So, any suggestions?

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.

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