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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.

pillz

[some might be overwhelmed by the existential crisis that's laid siege to their doors with evidence of other dimensions, evidence of other lives. but others are feeling somewhat cavalier about the whole thing.]

hey fam.

sounds like total meltdown is in fashion right now, and i get it. bodies in space. too many bodies, too much space. but i gotta assume somebody out there is feeling some morbid curiosity. half of you are spies, robot scientists, or god-punching vigilantes, right? you've crushed lemonade out of comets. you're the universe in ecstatic goddamn motion. or something.

text me your name and a mugshot & i'll let you what you was in the other world in a quick and dirty 3 lines

[ooc: all responses will be icly derived from a few days of kavinsky's access to the network and his

f2020 alternate persona's notes. let me know via narration if your character was off-network/unknown.]

modormenace

On September 7th 2020, all characters were transported to an alternate dimension for September's Fractured World mod plot. Action taking place in the setting of this event can be found on f2020.

Feel free to tag this entry with your character's community tag to indicate you participated in the Fractured World this month and provide yourself a link back to those events!

THE FRACTURED WORLD

OOC PLOTTING POST

F2020 IC COMMUNITY

pillz

[when the video cuts in, kavinsky's grinning like a fucking lunatic. ear-to-ear. he's inside a car, the creamy leather interior flashing in the sunlight as he spins the coupe. asphalt screeches from friction burn; the sound system pounds with la chevauchee des walkyries. the living impersonation of 🔥😏 hellmo.

kavinsky's brainwashing might have styled him after hannibal, but this is not a knockoff that the real serial killer would have found flattering.]

WHAT'S UP HEROES?

[his delight is palpable.]

Supervillains can suck it!

[kindly ignore the irony. the car abruptly halts. kavinsky grabs the phone off its magnetic clasp. sunlight cuts in, dazzling; behind his face, the overexposed background then focuses. there's a man in clanky plate-armor, obviously one of those supervillains that have come into vogue since america's top import. a huge dent shows in the giant figure's shiny metal garb, approximately the height of the sportscar's bumper; the villain kicks its feet feebly. funnily enough, the pearl-clutching civilians in the background are starting to cheer.

but unfortunately, kavinsky rammed the man into an open-bed truck. and before your very eyes, the vehicle cargo eeeeases open—

and hundreds of pounds of cantaloupes abruptly come piling onto the knight, burying it almost totally out of sight.

kavinsky squints visibly at in the phone instead of looking behind himself, as if what he's seeing might be special effects. 🤔🤔🤔] I could use some ideas.

fridgeflower

Hello.

I've been assigned a very important task that I now realize I'm very ill-prepared for, having lived a life of quiet and pathetic solitude.

Please help:

1. Party game suggestions?
2. Venue recommendations?
3. Cocktail + mocktail recipes?
4. Public speaking tips?
5. Dance instruction maybe????

Thank you.

pillz

Scream into pillow, go for a coastal hike. Bone down with randos. White boy dreads. Animate some self-replicating broomsticks to do your bidding. I heard setting yourself on fire gets basic after you done it once or twice, so I'm exploring my options.

Fencing. Uno. Wood working. Euphemism. Foogle says "tree-bathing" is a thing and it got a Japanese name.

Maybe > coping strategies is the wrong keyword. If you can do me one better, I'll take it.

clawz

[the boy in the video is an absurd caricature of what he was once. slit-pupiled eyes, fuzzy black ears. and considerably less camera-shy than a former drug-dealer ever used to be.] What's up kids, it's cat-o'-grams.

Give me the address of somebody you love, hate, or somewhere in between. Dollar per letter. I take cash. Trades may apply.

I'll make sure they get the message.

[fangs, too, which show when he smile. then claws, with a cheerful flick of his hand, tattoos still bridging each finger-bone. there's still a day before the spell ends, and if he knew, he wouldn't care. thanks, magic!]

pillz

Goin skydiving
No chute just powers.
Who's up

[you can't spend every day of the year being a good samaritan, rebuilding jeopardy with community service, surely.]

OOC: Log is here!

pillz

[tw chemically induced brain problems, joker plot phase 2!]

Number one, fuck the Joker. And number two, fuck Instagram.

I know a girl who has a mind palace but I got a mind mausoleum. Flooded tombs and pauper's graves. Corpses bloat and float away on gastric gas because I ain't bothered to remember. No visitors. No mourners, no funerals, according to one dude. Other times, I remember real good. And it feels like dying. Why do I lose it when I look at his old pictures? Is it because he snapped a groin-height selfie of me pretending to take a nap on his lap? Or that I wasted my time pretending to take naps while I had him. Or is it because his stupid caption said I have soft hair.

(Maybe I lost it when I lost him.)

When you miss somebody too bad for too long, it fucks you up. Changes you, fundamentally. The anatomy of your soul. It mutates under pressure, in cold. Turns into one of those eyeless sharks that can swim in the crushing deep for a year without eating and never see the sun, half a ton of evil muscle that tops the food chain at the bottom of the world. But they rupture into fucking fish slime if you try to bring them up out of the dark. Splat.

I met a doctor who told me I deserved to get what I wanted. He pinned my eyes open in front of a big weird TV and cut out the parts of me that was getting in the way. It worked.

Then I met a goddess who said I could save some little peeps against shit they didn't deserve. She waved her tiny toddler hands and took my worst pain and deepest desire. That worked, too.

Last, I met a healer kid who said you feel bad when you know you deserve it, give or take a little bit of nuance. He didn't do anything. Sometimes less is more. I don't know if it's gonna work. But when all you got is all you got, the sentence kind of ends there, even if you have to go on.

I think I made a mistake. Maybe more than one.

timestones

[Compared to the last time he was on the network, Stephen is at at the kitchen table of his government-provided apartment and peering somewhat skeptically into the camera of the device. 'Somewhat skeptical' just might be his default broadcast face, honestly.]

Okay, first? Relax--I haven't come with any grave warnings about the future of the many universes this time. You all pitched in and got one of the handful of comparatively less bad of the possible outcomes after all. Go team.

[Could he sound less enthused? He probably could, actually, he's just getting the disclaimer out the way as he shifts in his chair and folds his fingers together.]

But I need to get something off my chest because it's come up a few more times than I'd expected, so just so we're clear...

I am not an Avenger. I have never been an Avenger. I have no aspirations to become an Avenger. And I am definitely not open to your Avengers-related feedback.

And if any aspiring comedians out there think it'd be hilarious to go ahead and up the ante by taking this as an invitation to send me a copious amounts Avengers comment cards, don't If you do? So help me, I will find you and turn every piece of clothing you own into mystical goop. Including whatever you happen to be wearing during your next PR appearance.

[He moves a hand forward, preparing to turn off the feed, but not before he gives a final brief squint eye, like he's looking at someone very specific, but it's just a general feed, so surely not... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ]

Seriously. Don't try me. It won't end well for you.

pillz

Sup ImPorts.

We the privileged with our wealth and resources have some room to move and an invitation to help out with the damage done in Jeopardy. Because of my past life as a royal dick, I did a lot of philanthropy the last couple years. And since the sisters took off, there's been > need.

Top of the list:

Couple more physical and psychic healers
Donated money for families who suffered injuries, deaths, destruction of personal property
Spiritual and mental health counseling
Toys for the kids
ImPort appearances/ambassadors for morale boosts
- Photo ops, such as with Santa Claus, who you shouldn't publically punch
- School and hospital visits, keeping it rated G for all ages
- TV spots. Must be able to appear on camera without crying
Commemorative artwork, 3D or 2D, installations allowed. Including photos taken in Jeopardy
Ideas welcome. Giving is in vogue. And sometimes it makes you feel better, if you do that empathy thing

The natives have institutions and agencies to identify missing people. So you know, if on the off-chance you got pics of people during the shitshow, and/or you told Clotho to go ahead and let some humans die by monster in denominations of five, you might want to peruse the lists. Drop them an anonymous line if you get a positive ID. Grisly details optional.

You know the drill. Season for giving. Happy Diwali, Kwanzaa, Xmas, day of bad hair moon goddess, etc.

Kavinsky.

[who can indeed: spell. he just normally chooses not to.]

by_candlelight

So. I not seen anyone say yet and that's real bullshit. But I personnnally am thankful as fuck that we had some people willing to ignroe the highers-ups who insisted 'Let's keep the twins as as far away as possible' ad brought the twins to Jeopardy. Chances are we would be 100^ fucked otherwise.

So here's a shout out to those among us who both had the power to go against the main guysand weren't too chickenshit or stuck with their heads fucked upped their own metahorical ass to do so.

[ Ruby isn't trying to stir shit, per se, but she makes the post knowing full damn well it might. It is nearly midnight when she posts, and she is sleep-deprivation drunk, and it really does seem like a much better way to go about thanking the people who saved their asses, than, say, messaging them personally. She also really hopes she used all the curses correctly.

She will possibly regret this come morning. The typos, if not the message itself. ]

mofi

I think the people who were in - What's the place called - Jeopardy? I think we should be compensated for saving everyone's asses on the other side of the storm.

And, you know, the fuckin' planet. I guess that's not a real big deal here, though?

If you weren't all that amused by the world-nearly-ending, you should go to my universe. Because the world did actually end and we had to live up in space for about - uh - a hundred years.

You would have loved space. I bet you'd have been floated, too. Or maybe the people you loved the most, they'd have definitely been floated.

And, oh! How about you keep your "well, that was boring" to yourselves before the natives catch wind of it. I really ain't in the mood for another fuckin' angry mob.

arithmethodical

[ She debates for a bit whether or not to do this with voice or audio, but she feels too shaky for either, and eventually loses patience with herself and the debate. ]

I've been asked by some friends of his to share information that Vision found about the ritual and how it might go. Might have to go.

I'm pretty sure we're all familiar with the prophecy by now, but if not, you can look at it here.

Vision found three things. First is that this thing, the ritual, the 12th of November kept coming up as the most significant time to do it.

Second is that the more imPorts who are there, the better chance it has of working. So show up if you can.

The third is the bell. There are two in Jeopardy it could apply to. The first one is the most obvious choice, the bell in the cathedral of the spider cult church. The other one is the Justice Building, which is apparently pretty much decorative. He wasn't sure if we're supposed to ring the bell at 3am on the night of the full moon, or if we ring the bell to get things started.

I did some of my own research, too.

[ There's a pause here, while she puts together her thoughts. ]

The rock known as the Altar out in the National Park near Jeopardy has no apparent connection to anything. No important myths, no significant legends. There's whispers about it being a place where people used to be sacrificed to guarantee crop growth, but I couldn't find anything else tying it to the prophecy.

The other thing. The twins. I tried to find out what I could about them. Their names are Layla and Sally Clapp. They aren't mystical. They're just two ordinary little girls. They dress differently so people will tell them apart, even though their parents want them to dress the same. They like spiders. They read books about them. They play kid games and have kid imaginations.

So who knows if they actually saw something or not. Who knows if they have some mystical connection to what's happening. They're a convenient fit to the prophecy. That's all.

timestones

[Watching a few million possible outcomes is pretty tiring, so when Stephen's face comes into view on the feed he can probably be forgiven for looking like he could do with a nap, but regardless of this he seems quite awake and alert. Wired, maybe.

The backdrop is a park not too far from the government housing in Maurtia Falls and Stephen has evidently plopped himself down on the lower base of a war monument with his back against the die. The customary grumpy rain has apparently rolled on through at some point and while his cloak kindly thought to shield Stephen from most of it, he's still... a little damp. Not that it seems to bother him too much.]

All right, let's get the preamble out the way, shall we?

Hello. I'm Doctor Stephen Strange and we've obviously got a big problem here.

So, I spent some time going over the possible outcomes of the end of this week and... Let's say depending on your outlook on things, the glass is either half full or the glass is entirely broken into lots of tiny unrecongisable pieces.

What we have is effectively a spectrum of possible outcomes, which include not only risks to this dimension, but also many more via a kind of cross-dimensional ricocheting effect.

[His face momentarily looks a little graver as he shakes his head.]

Some of the worse scenarios even have the potential for wide scale damage to the future of the multiverse as a whole. It's not great, kids.

The not-so-awful news is that there are ways to mitigate and even entirely avoid the damage done to the multiverse and to other parallel dimensions.

The bad news is that even in the comparatively better scenarios, this universe will not remain entirely unchanged or come out entirely unscathered, but in the context of those scenarios, we do save countless external lives in other dimensions.

The worst news is, yes, the ritual some of you have been looking into leads toward some of the least bad scenarios.

[His jaw tightens along with a small, resigned shrug.]

I wish I had brighter insight to share, but sometimes happy endings are hard to come by. This is the best I can give you.

[Leaning in to turn off the feed, something occurs to him very suddenly.]

Oh, and one more thing. Kylo Ren--[He gives the camera a slightly squint-eyed look]--we need to have a little word.

[Just before Stephen turns off the feed, the camera catches the sight of what looks like someone dropping a handful of change into Stephen's lap. The feed catches a glimpse of the sorcerer's momentarily unimpressed lineface, then cuts off.]

[ooc: There's a lot of network stuff out there, so please do me a solid and if there's something specific that's happened on the network in the past in relation to upcoming event (directly or tangentially) that you want Stephen to directly pick up, please drop me a link to the thread/s here.

Also if for shits and giggles you want to suggest one of a few million possible outcomes for Stephen to have seen, again, drop me a comment on via the link above. This is mostly just for fun flavour and... suffering? :>

Thanking u!]

pillz

[there's no preamble, no identification— just a couple clips of from recent news in the united states of america, a couple of photographs, press releases. any import who's been half-awake for the recent chaos will recognize plenty of the connections with the latest global threat of o.t.o., and even reposts of old material.]

( Decrypted prophesy repost! )

LOCAL INTEREST
VERNON, NEVADA A pair of 7-year-old twins claim to have seen the Great Weaver in a dream. The children's parents to bring them to Jeopardy to be baptized into the Church of the Great Web Mistress next week.

An iconic landmark of the Porter City, the Church structure is a cathedral within the ImPort city. Practitioners dedicate their faith to a giant spider god. Like larger religious groups, parishioners of the faith are known to go door-to-door in local neighborhoods, spreading the good word and inviting residents to board game night. The Church welcomes[...]

NEVADA STATE COVERAGE
JEOPARDY, NEVADA The National Park conservation area has recently expanded to absorb a natural rock formation outside Jeopardy. The main attraction includes a massive, wind-carved rock called the Altar. Park hours, weather data, and other information are available at[...]

[there are a handful of other fragments of information as well, tangentially related to spiders, twins, religious groups-- probably dead-ends.]

OOC: OOC plotting sub-thread here. Specifically, if you're planning on contacting the mods or something about the above information, please make a note there, so that your fellow players know who's trying to pursue what and can coordinate.

Kavinsky, Ronan, Kylo Ren, Murphy, and BAMAN were involved in acquiring the above information, so any of them may respond if your character replies to this post. They most likely will have skills or swag to help ur character out if you want to get involved on this level.

maskormods

[Without warning, a transmission appears on the imPort network. It has no ID or other identifier.]

—nyone there? Can anyone hear this? Shouldn't be here have to try but I'm dead if they find out, I'm dead anyway because it's all gone wrong—

[Several panicked breaths, and then several longer ones, forced.]

She's coming. The organization wanted power because why should you all be the only ones who have it, we wanted to break through to other worlds and this was they way—if Atropos was summoned here, she'd shatter the barriers, walls would become doors, but that's not happening, everything's just falling apart.

I've tried to call it off, this experiment's a failure, we'll do something else but the others won't listen. They've glimpsed something beyond and it did things to them...or maybe they're just that committed. Maybe I'm the weak one. I don't know.

Listen. LISTEN. She's going to come, the process has already begun. Can't be stopped. Calculations say she'll arrive on the full moon and if she's alone, god help us all. But if you can summon her sisters, they'll bring her here with them, and there'll be balance. Vulnerability. No guarantee.

Don't know how. Don't know if it's possible. But you're heroes right? Do something. PLE—

[The transmission cuts off abruptly. The speaker will not make any replies, although imPorts can speak to each other.]

pillz

(cw racism, references to past abusive behavior, homophobia, offensive language, etc.)

Once upon a time, I was born in New Jersey.
From the start, nature and nurture cursed me.
For example, I got a dangerous magical superpower,
( And on a emotional level, I always been a coward. )

pillz

(tw offensive language, false allegations of domestic violence, mh)

iso 1 healer
recent victmi of domestic abuse
can pay ni cash / goods / favors
thx

mortalweapon

[ The camera feed opens to a dark, spacious room — the living area of what seems to be a luxury apartment, illuminated only by the gentle blue glow emitted by the female-shaped machine sitting on the floor. She looks a little out of place. Surely that isn't her home. But she's using it anyway, a few cables of her hair twisting and draping over the expensive furniture to an outlet in the wall. ]

I have decided to engage with the Network directly today.
My Network scanning protocols have observed the arrival of several new ImPorts of note.
And I thought it might entertain me while I perform my routine systems maintenance.

A standard introduction, for the newly inducted:
My name is Danger.
I am a sentient codestruct of Shi'ar origins designed by Professor Charles Xavier.

[ It's almost eerie, how still she is. Her mouth, seemingly made of malleable metal, is the only thing that moves. The sound that comes from it is cool and smooth. Modulated. ]

These questions are relevant to my current research:
What qualities permit categorization of an entity as a "person?"
What qualities exclude an entity from that same designation?
How can personhood be proved?

Your participation is acknowledged and appreciated.

photophobic

[In the year and a half or so since his arrival, Kylo's discovered plenty of native customs and practices he enjoys- one of them being the frankly obscene indulgence of a very, very long shower. He's used up all the hot water on plenty of occasions.

But he's only very recently been introduced to bubble baths.

After a long day of hard work, there's nothing better than to sink into the richly foamed water to relax... and then scroll idly through the network, looking for the right flavour of trouble. And if there's nothing suitably provocative immediately available, if there's nothing he feels like responding to, or it's simply a slow night? Well, he's certainly not above starting a fight.
Thankfully (?) he won't be inflicting a video feed of himself sprawled comfortably in the tub on the imPort community at large, only this:]

Explain it to me.
How so many of you can be content in the belief that a person should be judged solely by what is seen of their actions, as if intention and circumstance count for nothing.

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