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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.

chiefdefense

[It's Sunday morning, Mia's in a kitchen with more than the average number of coffee machines in it than any household should own, and the work surfaces are covered in what looks like a small scale explosion of pancake mix. There's a slightly sad looking stack of blackened pancakes on a platter within shot of the camera.

Despite the failed attempt at what should have been a simple act of culinary experimentation, she looks fairly cheerful.]

I've been thinking a lot lately about the idea of bucket lists. You know, things you want to do before you die, like running a marathon or walking the Great Wall of China or learning to play the ukelele, all the kinds of things that you swear you're going to get round to before you check out. I always thought I'd start working on mine before I hit forty, but then I realised: why wait? Plus there's the added bonus of being able to do more outrageous things if you're still young and able bodi-

[She's cut off by the sound of a smoke alarm, and briefly she turns her attention to turning up the extractor fan above the stove and opening a window- the residual smoke from her failed pancakes seems to have had a delayed effect on the smoke alarm.]

Sorry about that. One of the items on my new, revised list is to improve on my ability to cook. Pretty mundane, I know, but we've got to start somewhere, right?

So for curiosity's sake, does anyone feel like sharing some of the things they have on their bucket list?

mattelrealist

[ The feed opens on an attractive woman sitting on a standard-issue Heropan Housing couch, smiling with friendly demeanor at the camera. She has long, shimmery blond hair tied up in a high ponytail, bright blue eyes, and eyelashes thick enough to smother a fire. She's definitely the type to know how to prepare to be on camera, because that makeup is flawless; you can't even see her pores. (If... she even has them... ?)

She waves at the camera. ]

Good evening, everyone! I'm Barbie. I arrived here a few weeks ago, but things have been so crazy, I haven't had a chance to talk to you all! I'm super excited to meet you.

Now, I'll admit, becoming a "Registered Hero" isn't what I had planned for this month... or this year! But I've heard about what sort of trouble this place is in, and there's no way I can turn down a request for help so dire. There are so many dangers here... like spies! And kidnappers! And, worst of all... undersized sunglasses!

[ Conspiratorial, with her hand near her mouth for a secret: ] That's a fashion misdemeanor in Malibu. [ And with that out of the way, she straightens back up, her expression warm and welcoming. For someone that looks like she walked out of a makeup commercial (or maybe one for shampoo?), her friendliness and bubbly mood both seem very sincere. ]

While I'm here, I'm going to do everything I can to help. I may only be a toothpaste spokesmodel right now—

[ In what is clearly a practiced gesture, Barbie slips an object out of her purse without looking away from the camera, and for a short, smiling pose brandishes a tube of Gum Belle^® brand toothpaste—and did her teeth just sparkle on cue? That had to be a trick of the light, right?—before slipping it out of sight as if the whole promo never happened. ]

—But if you need a doctor, or a gymnastics coach, or an engineer, or a fashion designer, or a life guard, or an astronaut, or a dolphin trainer... well, you get the idea! Or even if you just need a friend to talk to, I'll be right here in Heropa.

I hope we can all be great friends.

trickstar

[Looks like someone has their big meaty hands all over the communicator's camera lens again. It's Joseph. Who's surprised it's this asshole, putting fingerprints all over the camera lens? At least he realizes his mistake, and wipes the lens clean before backing up. ]

( Joseph showing off his powers and it got stupid long )

Okay, and that's all I have right now! I can do a lot more than that, but I didn't really know what kind of things would impress you, so... Yeah. I can also be an assistant or something, if that's what you need instead! And remember, it's J-O-E-S-T-A-R. Joseph! Joestar!

[He seems content enough with that, and walks towards the communicator, picking it up. And then. Staring. Squinting.]

What does it mean uploading to the Network?

...

OH NO!!

[Some frantic button mashing later, the feed cuts.]

huitzilin

[ after some deliberation, she decides to make a post. it’s after every other means is exhausted. their food budget is poor, she needs supplies for school, and Kaine is generally being unyielding in his approach to delicious desserts. of course the imPort population will understand. ]

hi everyone!!!!! i’m Aracely. i want to make cupcakes but Kaine says we don’t have enough money to make cupcakes so I saw this once where people can raise money to do things, so I should raise money for cupcakes!!!!!!! ^___^ I think all of you guys are really nice, so if I ask nice maybe I can make some for more than just me & kaine! btw all we have is gross food and a lot of it is in cans so

OH DO YOU WANna know what a cupcake is i'll tell you

a cupcake is a little cake thats baked in a cup! it can be really fun and have some frosting on it. there are all kinds of frostings and I was thinking of using strawberry. Maybe I’ll get enough money to buy some sprinkles, too.

[ she thinks about this for a moment, and then refocuses to furiously type on her communicator. ]

i'm trying to raise $30 for some cupcake money. that will buy two frostings, two rainbow spirnkled cupcake mixes and some sprinkles for the top. SO IT HOUGHT IF YOU GAVE ME SOME MONEY

$1 i will say thank you really loud!

$5 I'll give you a big hug and say thank you again.

$10 You're super nice you can have 2 cupcakes.

$15 ~~I'll make Kaine say thank you too.~~ EDIT. I'll ask really nice for Kaine to thank you....

$30 CUPCAKE PARTYYY!!!!!!!! you can invite a friend and have some cupcakes.

IF YOU give me MORE $$$ I'll get different colors and make super rainbow cupcakes with every color of the rainbow!!! (red orange yellow green blue VIOLET purple) even Kaine will like them

i'll be waiting outside of residence #31 with a jar for some cupcake money!

THANKS EVERYONE!!! ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ (those hearts are for you)

I'VE MADE $15 CUPCAKE DOLLARs

glassinine

[ That's right. It has been one week - less than one week - and Edgeworth is already bored and restless on vacation. So here he is. ]

A few items of business.

Wills. The risk of unexpected disappearance due to Porter malfunction is significant. Please be advised that, in the absence of kin or a legally recognized will, any possessions accrued in this world by a disappeared imPort will revert to the government.

I would recommend that all imPorts visit an attorney to write a will with them so that their possessions and funds either go to a friend or stay in the imPort community. I am willing to do this work pro bono; I have little doubt that other members of our legal community here would be willing to do so as well.

Please spread this offer to new imPorts when they arrive.

My thanks to April Ludgate for bringing this vital issue to my attention.

Employment. There are two primary difficulties facing imPorts if they choose not to register. The first is finding employment. I have been accruing a list of imPort-friendly businesses who are willing to hire unregistered individuals, and I am currently working on setting up a service that will help new imPorts find job placements. The first step is finding someone who will work as a career counselor and manager of this service; please contact me if you wish to apply for this job.

Fund. The second difficulty is, of course, finding money. It is difficult to sustain ourselves, being as we are refugees, if we do not have support from the government; those who reject government support are often at a loss.

To counteract this, I've set up a legally registered fund. This fund will make interest-free loans to any imPort in need of support.

The current endowment is $26,000. This is a paltry sum, as you can see. It is desperately in need of donations. All donations will be completely tax-deductible. One-time donations are appreciated, but continuing donations are even more so; I myself am donating 10% of every paycheck to this fund. It need not be so much; every bit helps.

Phoenix Wright is the other individual working with the fund. Contact him or myself if you have any questions.

Thank you very much for your time and attention.

kegflipped

welp. guess what i never want to do again?

(if you guessed going into space on a shuttle hijacked by evil russian dudes, congratulations. you're right. good job.)

since space travel's out and regular travel was never in, i need more stuff to occupy my summer. i'm running dangerously low on fun and whimsy. i'm just fixing cars every day in between events that are apparently just going to end horribly every time.

suggestions? i'm willing to stoop to arts and crafts at this rate.

how y'all feel about paracord bracelets?

glassinine

[The thing about employing text is that when you start using it when all your broadcasts are in video, people tend to question why you've suddenly switched. So he makes the decision to instead compose himself as best as he can and use video instead.

Unfortunately, he always sort of overestimates his ability to compose himself. He certainly doesn't seem distraught, or panicked, or anything of the sort, but he's definitely shaky. This is definitely a far cry from his normal, slow, quiet, lengthy broadcasts.]

I'm leaving on a business trip abroad for...some length of time. I'm - not certain how long. Please don't try to contact me; I'll be far too busy to answer any messages.

Good day.

glitterateur

[There's a little girl grinning at the camera when the feed clicks on, waving enthusiastically. Her face and hands are covered in three different kinds of glitter, but luckily her adorable sweatshirt (it has giraffes on it) has miraculously managed to stay clean.]

Greetings, fellow heroes! My name's Mabel. I don't have a codename yet but I'm working on it! Along with-- [She reaches off screen to pull out a square of fabric covered in stickers and glitter.] --this! It's gonna be my cape when it's done.

Anyway, since I'm new to being a hero, I'm open to any advice my more experienced superfriends may have! Whether it's about capes or masks or where the craft store is. Especially that last part, since I'm almost out of stickers.

--and if anybody in house eighteen sees some pigs in the kitchen, don't worry. Those are the Waddles Juniors and they're with me. If they're down there they're just hungry.

heartboxer

[ Armstrong knows he can't just blindly advertise himself and his powers on this network. After all, to his understanding, anyone can be looking at this and he's not exactly sure what impact his actions could have on the public. With that, he's going to just post a harmless message that will garner the attention he needs from possible comrades and, hopefully, charm others into talking to him…. with his body.

His Hawaiian, pink floral print with tropical trees (decorated down to the last detail! There are coconuts with happy faces!) shirt rips revealing a diamond-cut physique that shines with sparkles as he flexes in multiple positions. ] Hmph! I am Alex Louis Armstrong! And it appears that I have been sent here for reasons that are similar to your origin in this heroic land! [ His shirt reforms, this time, the Hawaiian shirt is green and has turtles with sunglasses. ] It will be an honor to serve alongside all of you and I wish many successes upon you in hopes that, one day, you will develop a perfect muscular system just like mine! [ RIP. Another shirt explodes and drifts into pieces as he makes some super sexy playmate endorsed poses to demonstrate his upper body girth. A new shirt forms, replacing the old one with a standard white Hawaiian shirts with red cartoonish crabs. ] If anyone would like help developing their body, please do not hesitate to give me a call! Honing these intense muscles have been a trait passed down the Armstrong family line for generations!

[ Heropa, you may pour yourself a drink right at this very moment. ]

walkingballpit

[A young man is seated at a table when the video feed turns on. His head is propped up by a hand on his forehead. He looks beyond exhausted, but he's forcing a smile for this.]

Florida. Great. Why can't I ever get teleported somewhere fun, like Tokyo? It's always somewhere crazy and/or boring. I'm not even in Orlando. I can't even sing bienvenido a Miami.

[Yes, those last three words are spoken like the lyrics from Will Smith's Miami. There's a brief pause, and then he shrugs.]

Too dated? Florida's not my strong suit. We can call that objection one. Two, I'd like to have some say over any ink I get in the future. They could've at least put a dragon on it.

Three is a waste of breath, because it's about how I didn't sign up for this and because I've already tried shouting about it. Nobody cares. So for now, can someone point me in the direction of a 7-11? I'm hoping that this is all heat stroke. If I give myself brain freeze with a Slurpee, maybe I'll wake up back in Mount Wundagore.

[He sighs before continuing.]

If there's anyone on this thing that isn't suffering sun-induced delusions and suddenly in the army, my name's Robbie. I don't like pina coladas, I do like long walks in the rain, and I'm terrible at yoga.

onewiththewild

[ You guys have no idea how long it took Toboe to work with the communicator. He is a wolf, not a tech-savvy human! The pup watched others working with it and after he bit the device, threw it against a tree and poked every button, he finally figured out which one allowed him to post to the network. When the video comes up, you see a human boy around 14, brown hair and four silver bracelets on his right wrist. And wow, he is excited. Because he managed to turn the feed on; go Toboe! ] Ah! It's working! Finally!!

[ Okay, you can do this, Toboe. Act cool. ]

I was told I can talk to other people through this thing. My name is Toboe and I just arrived so I thought I should say hi and get to know you. [ because people, he loves people. And yes, he wants to talk to you all ]

Oh, and there is a big dog [ it's totally a wolf ] around, a red one with four silver bracelets on his wrist. [ like the ones Toboe has, why yes, indeed. That is not suspicious at all ] He is very nice and you don't need to be scared of him, so you don't need to hurt him. He just walks around, looking for food, and he will like it if you pet him. [ really, please don't hurt him and pet him forever. Toboe will claim to be the "dog"'s owner, so hopefully there won't be any issues. Certainly, he is not the best at lying but this is the best thing he could come up with so nobody would try to hunt Toboe down if they saw him. ]

And- [ he pauses because he realized what he was just about to ask. How can he ask? "Did you all die, that's why you are here?" or "Is it normal to bring dead people here?". Toboe doesn't want to think about his death, but he doesn't understand how they brought him to this world. He also wants to ask about his pack, if they reached Paradise or if they were here, but he is afraid to hear "no" just like he is afraid to hear "yes".

He can't ask any of that.

For a moment he looks worried, but he puts up a smile (tries to, though it's a sad one. Toboe doesn't hide his emotions) and finally he asks something completely different: ] Can you tell me about super-heroes? We didn't have that in my world, I think.

pixiestyx

[THE SCENE: megan's room, which is decorated tastefully in floral patterns and pastels, almost making up for the fact that it is also a total disaster area. megan herself is standing in the middle, in view from the waist up--the comm seems to be resting on a desk.

there is a few seconds before megan does anything, apparently not having realized the broadcast has started. then she smiles, claps her hands together, and bounces on her heels a little bit, her wings fluttering in unison.]

Um, hello, Network! Omigod, this is my first post, isn't it? Well, hello, my name's Megan. Or Pixie, if we're being professional.

[she gives a small wave before continuing. her accent's some kind of british (welsh, for those who can tell).]

I don't know about you, but I thought paintball ended up being kind of rubbish! And I know there are a lot of people about my age around here, sooo, I was thinking, why don't we go have some fun for once? Like, a group outing, or something. I haven't been downtown too much yet, but there has to be some good clubs around, right?

Or we could go to the movies, or anything people would like to do. I just thought it might be nice to blow off some steam and hang out, considering everything that's been happening. What with the fake bodily injuries and crazy robots and all.

So, if you're interested, let me know and we can figure out what we're doing and when. Since it's summer, any day of the week should work, right? (Er, this place doesn't have a curfew, does it?)

Don't worry if we don't know each other, everyone's welcome, and maybe this way we can all meet new people! Anyway, that's all, carry on.

[she gives another little wave and the feed cuts.]

TEXT ADDENDUM, dated a few hours later: since the swearing ins this weekend im thinking well shoot for wednesday evening unless someone has an objection. we can meet in the park and figure out the way from there! see you then (/^▽^)/

[OOC: the intended result of this post is a semi-open everybody-hits-the-town log that I'll probably put up at some point in the next week. I'm trying to keep the specifics flexible. If you want to participate you can either have your character ICly RSVP to this post or just gatecrash the log, either's good.]

everylittlething

[The scene: the interior of the living room of one of the housing units. A few lamps have been brought over to provide better lighting. A teenage girl with brown hair fiddles with her communicator, pursing her lips this way and that as she adjusts the video. Once she's satisfied, she smiles, steps back and replaces a bright blue top hat on her head.

Now she's all razzle-dazzle.]

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! It's so wonderful to be here tonight! My name is Trucy Wright, professional magician, and it's my pleasure to officially introduce myself and my services!

Though you may think my promises are empty... [Her hat comes off again and she shows off the interior. Empty, of course.] I guarantee you won't be disappointed once you experience the joy and wonder of an authentic Trucy Wright performance!

[Reaching into her hat, she pulls out a long string of colorful flags, and a banner of letters which reads "Ta Dah!" There is also a burst of glittery confetti as she holds out the flags as to be readable.]

I'm a princess of parties! A baroness of birthdays! A queen of corporate events! A wizard of weddings! And tons of fun at funerals! Furthermore, my rates are very reasonable!

And if a magician isn't what you need, I also represent the east coast branch of the Wright Anything Agency. Legal consultation! Defense! Paperwork! You will say WOW.

[With a grin, Trucy takes a bow.]

So remember, if you need magic, and you need it spectacular, you need Trucy Wright!

[... then reaches into her hat and starts to pull out a broom.]

I'll be available for consultation as soon as I sweep up all the confetti.

gottaswing

Hey, everyone. [He clears his throat because talking to a network like this is definitely still not something he's very used to and he feels awkward, but that's being a teenager for you. He's a confident teenager though, so ultimately he just flashes a grin.]

Chad here. I know this might be bad timing, given paintball adventures, but as some of you might already know, I'm into basketball.

[Or as everyone with eyes might know, given there's a basketball on his bed in the background of the video. Why is there a basketball on his bed? Hell, who knows.] So I'd like to play some, if anyone's interested? Maybe we can even put a team or two together.

And on that same line, I've been thinking about combining basketball training with training my powers, so maybe we can even do some superpowered games. Kinda like Space Jam!

[No one has ever sounded this enthused about that movie. Even Chad seems to realize that, given his slightly sheepish expression now.] ...it's a movie.

[He clears his throat, glances off to the side and then just ends the feed before anything more embarrassing happens.]

glassinine

[Edgeworth is sitting at his desk. He looks tired, still. He occasionally refers to a sheaf of papers as he speaks.

Buckle in; this is a long one. (As if they're ever anything else.)]

Good day. My name is Miles Edgeworth; for those who do not know me, I work as a prosecutor for the city of Heropa.

As many of you are aware, there have been a rash of incidents which have ended with the apprehension and arrest of your fellow Imports. I hesitate to call these "crimes," because, in truth, those who were arrested were determined to be not criminals at all. Rather, they were victims of a man named Sissel, now calling himself "The Manipulator," who utilized his ability of mind control against them. All those arrested have been released; I beg all of you not to treat the victims of this crime with any stigma, as they were not at fault.

Sissel is currently at large and must be considered armed and dangerous. There is a not insignificant possibility that he will continue to use his ability to commit crimes.

As such, I recommend that you familiarize yourself with the symptoms of mind control. This ability begins with a sudden and inexplicable sensation of relaxation and foggy-headedness; you will find it abruptly very difficult to think, and you will start to move against your will. In the very early moments, before he has fully established control, it is possible to fight back - [He thinks - ] And so if you have already taken the necessary precautions, there are steps you can take to counter his ability.

I recommend that anyone who considers themselves at high risk of possession carry a panic button. Politicians, high-level scientists, computer technicians, and anyone working with or around the Porter seem to be particular targets of his. But if you think yourself at risk, the police will provide for a small fee a panic button which can be pressed in the event of an emergency; this will send out a signal to vigilant parties, and they can act to be at your location within moments.

[He nods, that message delivered. And then he gives a sardonic look at the camera. His voice is abruptly quite dry.]

Also, if you're thinking of committing a crime and then blaming it on him, please don't. We're more than capable of telling the difference. We've already arrested three copycats; unless you want to join them in a prison cell, do please act honestly.

[Well. That's out of the way with, so now he sets his papers aside and addresses the camera with more engagement. This question is clearly simply something of interest to him.

He asks:]

How many of you out there believe that there is any virtue in speaking about "villains"? I've heard the word bandied about. More, and perhaps more perniciously, I've seen people thinking as though there is some "villainous" segment of the population, who will act as though this were some tawdry film.

This notion seems to me to be beyond pernicious. I'm a prosecutor, and so I deal with criminals on a daily basis - but it would be irresponsible and destructive for me to confuse a criminal with a villain. After all, a criminal is frequently someone who's made a mistake, or who acts out of desperation. A criminal, too, is ultimately still human. Any of us could have become criminals had our lives been but a bit different.

So: there is my query. When you speak of villains, is this a shorthand? Or do you truly believe that some of your compatriots and comrades are irreconcilably morally different from you?

mmiab

[ hello imPorts and other communicator wielders, good to see you today. there's a new video communication available, and upon watching it you'll be greeted with the cheery, dopey grin of a man who is definitely modelling a beautiful bowtie and idiotically purple tweed combo. the following is brought to you by a beautiful English accent. ]

Well, this is good, isn't it? Love a good abduction. Not— not actually, not abductions, but... [ WAVES... HIS HAND AROUND A BIT... you know what I mean right, guys? abductions, not... well. abductions. good! glad that's all cleared up, then, carrying on: ] I'm not usually the one being abducted, I've got more practice with being the one doing the rescuing, but I'm always up for something new! And transuniversal abductions, well, I've only got a dozen or so of those under my belt, so.

... Oh, and a text feature. Text! Fun. Let's give this a go.

[ for those of you watching in realtime, the text appears at the same time the video shakes along with his typing it. for those not, there's a random text post chilling on the network: ]

Hello everybody this is a text, lots of love and other stuff from the Doctor

Sorry, hello, can't resist buttons. Anyway! I was actually just popping up to say hi! Howdy. I'm the Doctor: alien, two hearts, travels through time and space in a big blue box. Thought I'd get that out of the way straight off, not that I've got any doubts I'll be repeating myself any number of times in the not so far off future but if there is anybody out there who recognises that description please do feel free to speak up for a chat. That's open to any of the rest of you, too, as it happens. Wouldn't want anybody getting jealous, chats for all, that's my motto. Well! It was lovely seeing you all, now that that's done I suppose I really ought to jet o—

[ and, after somehow managing to plough his way through a run on sentence that should by any normal standards have exhausted his lung capacity long before its end, the Doctor in all his merry energy reaches up to click enthusiastically alongside his goodbye and—

hat. there is a hat. quite suddenly, quite without warning: hat. right there in his hand, a baseball cap. he stares at it for a second... glowers at it for a moment after that, takes a slow sweep of a glance towards his communicator (did you see that)—

and grins. ]

Hah! What do you know? That really works!

[ and with that, Docout. ]

[ ooc: backdated to the day before the swearing in gig - I'm going to throw my timelines up in the air eventually one way or another but I might as well try to not sabotage myself before I've even started tagging wow ]

everylittlething

[Trucy looks uncharacteristically fired up as she appears on the video. Her fists are clenched in front of her and she looks almost frantic, though is doing her best to keep that carefully hidden behind determination.]

Okay, listen up everyone! I have an extremely important announcement to make! No matter what you hear on the news, no matter how bad it looks, my daddy Phoenix Wright did NOT rob a nightclub! He's innocent! They've locked up an innocent man!

[She shakes her head rapidly, and in a very quick motion, swipes at her eyes with one of her gloved hands.]

They put a report on the news tonight about it and there's a video, but it's a lie! It- It's totally ridiculous! My daddy is the kindest, gentlest man in the world! He wouldn't hurt a fly! He'd never point a gun at people and steal from them!

Daddy can't even say no to the kids who come around selling candy bars! The very idea that he'd yell at strangers and demand their money is...

[Again, she shakes her head, then looks even more determined.]

By the way- I need some help with something. I need help from someone who can bake a cake.

And I also need to borrow a 4x4 truck and a set of chains-- and I need someone to drive the truck!

[... better not loan her those things.]

nomorepantiesplz

[The video starts by showing a tired young man, sitting in a rather plain bedroom. His hair's a little messed up, and he's still wearing the clothes he arrived in, a blue coat draped over his usual red suit.]

I should be trying to sleep, but I don't think I can. Not after everything that's happened today. I'm still trying to wrap my head around it.

I'm Apollo Justice, and... I don't want to be here. There's not much else I can say about it. I was in the middle of an important investigation, and being kidnapped to- to wherever this is, and given weird powers by a bunch of military guys, wasn't exactly on my agenda! I'd just like to thank whoever had this bright idea, or whatever cosmic force decided it'd be funny to keep me from finding out the truth-!

[He squeezes his eyes shut and takes a deep breath, sounding a little calmer when he continues,] ... Okay. I'm fine. Tomorrow, I'll try to get my bearings and find out more about this place. It's not like I have much of a choice.

chiefdefense

Quick question, everyone. I know things have been crazy lately and it's probably the last thing anyone wants to think about, but I hope you don't mind if I use the network for a kind of survey. I'm working on a project with a friend and I'd love some kind of feedback from the people we'd hope to be helping with our work.

[She takes a sip from a pretty looking coffee cup and smiles.]

What do you think of independent businesses without any kind of affiliation with the military? Would you be inclined to support them or think they're a misguided venture?

wayhot

[The video comes on, revealing a flaming teenage girl with foil tightly wrapped around her hands. It's wrapped around her feet, too, although they're not in view.

She looks a bit confused, though admittedly, that's because she's not entirely sure how to approach this.]

Um, hi. [Whoever's watching this should probably know her name, right?] I'm Flame Princess.

Does anybody here know how to fireproof junk without using foil? That's what I use when I'm not home, but it's kind of weird to use all the time. Normally wherever I live is on fire, but if I tried that here, it'd probably kill people. [Which would qualify as 'evil', she's pretty sure.]

... Oh! And I'd like it if the fireproofing stuff didn't put me out, either. Since, you know, I'm kind of made of fire. [And going out=bad.]

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