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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.

viciousmaukery

So, uh—[ah-choo!]—if anyone here was planning to go to the banks in De Chima today? [Another sneeze. Molly doesn’t sound like he’s well, his voice scratchier and hoarser than it usually is. He sniffles.] Maybe save it for next week. There’s a fellow calling himself the Allergen—you’ll know him when you see him, terrible costume, giant wind cannons attached to his arms—and unless you’re sturdy enough to stand in a tornado while it’s throwing dust and pollen into your eyes, I suggest you steer clear of him.

[Another sneeze.]

And before anyone asks how I ended up near a bank while it was being robbed, I was busking at the exact wrong place at the exact wrong time.

viciousmaukery

[For once in his life, Molly’s not actually purple. Instead he’s a bright shade of pink and is floating six inches off the ground. Which would be great, but now, uh, he can’t actually go anywhere, because he has never actually had the occasion to learn how to move himself about while floating. So:]

All right, speak up. What’s happened this time?

[As he talks, his skin color fades into a riot-inducing shade of yellow. It still doesn’t go well with his clothes.]

thecacophony

[Posted not long after word of this huge mess spreads around the rest of the porter cities.]

Well shit, who would've expected a flying, malicious turd like that to be the source of all these heartless, huh? Couldn't have dreamed anything like that up myself.

You want to get up high and finish this business once and for all, anyway, try to make it over to [approximate street address to where the meatship is hovering] and I'll give you a quick ride up. Payment being, of course, that you all can manage getting rid of this nuisance for good.

[For anyone who wants to get up and fight Ansem, but can't fly, consider this your quick handwave up! Go, fight, win.]

burnishingmad

[The audio cuts in and it's quiet for about half a minute. Lio's hesitant to ask, but he needs some more information. The more he knows, the better.]

Is it considered normal in your world for those with inhuman abilities to walk around freely in the open? Is it cause for concern by those in authoritative position, or were they a part of the same populace?

[He almost sounds like that’s all he has to say, but there’s something else.]

If there are any Burnish here, please send a message. [He knows if they are here, they're probably in hiding like home.]

goodtobebad

[ Crowley looks very Cool. Very Chill. Very Casual. Not at all bothered, or excited, just very easygoing. Totally normal, nothing big or life changing here. ]

So. Weddings. You lot do them, have done for - a long time. Have lots of different traditions.

Tell me about them. What d'you like to do for them? Nothing that involves a church, or other consecrated places, but otherwise, I'm open to ideas.

We've already got the "party" and "cake" bits down.

[ See? A totally normal and non-sentimental, non-romantic request. ]

mysterioisthetruth

[On everyone's device the following text ad appears.]

WANTED: Cast and crew for a short film and street performance

( Positions available )

Contact Quentin Beck for interviews or further details.

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.]

justlittle

There was a lot of chatter when the coded message first was disseminated, but I haven't seen anyone share the full message. I guess then it falls to me to do so:

“Summon the sisters: two brings the third
fullmoon calling spider’s temple
two babes of same mother born same hour
to serve as host and host
bless the babes at spider’s altar: the spinner’s seat
Gathered chorus, voices raised, power of the world displayed
Thrice toll the bell, thrice light the flame
Thrice call the holy names.”

You can start speculating now as to what it all means.

viciousmaukery

Anyone else find it a little unsettling that someone sent every single one of us a bizarrely cryptic puzzle?

[Molly is definitely unsettled. His hand's shaking as he pushes it through his hair.]

I mean, the bizarre messages are one thing, but whoever they are, they somehow got their hands on everyone's numbers. And by everyone, I mean specifically imPorts, I showed this to a local and she thought I was fucking with her somehow. So it's just us.

It's creepy, right? I'm well aware everyone's excited over the chance to solve a puzzle, but this wasn't just a network post, this was a personal message. That's the strangest part about all this: why not just use the network? Why go through every single one of us, one by one, and send a private message?

[He scrubs his tattooed hand over his face, and lets out a mirthless chuckle.]

I hope I'm overthinking this. I really do hope I'm overthinking this. But I just—I feel like this is cursed, somehow.

codeoracle

[Oracle is on your airwaves, using a voice distortion to make a call on all imPorts.]

Seeing the posts here, we have all received some form of message. A cipher. I want to decode it. We need to.

What message have you received?

[OOC EDIT: Per the recent OOC Mod Post, and a response to my question to them on plurk, the thread that previously held the solution and discussion about it has been deleted. I apologize to those that had commented in these threads, but this post's aim is to begin the IC discussion process. I look forward to future posts that will reflect the solution in game!]

viciousmaukery

[It’s a crisp autumn afternoon in the Medieval Festival—the leaves are orange and brown and heavy on the ground, the mead is flowing, and there are birds chirping. The start of the video is so idyllic that it’s almost suspicious, because what in the fuck is going on this time, huh? Is it the fairies again? God, please don’t be the fairies.

It’s not.

But there is a song, in the distance. Somehow, as one, the people in the video seem to sway to the beat, then twirl into position. Some suddenly start to contort themselves into interesting shapes, while others, taking advantage of the swings descending from god only knows where, grab on to the swings and start doing some incredible aerial routines. Then, from out of nowhere: a spotlight.

It shines on Mollymauk Tealeaf, who is having the time of his life, balancing on two hands on top of a knight’s bulky shoulders as he, and an enthusiastic group of backup singers and dancers, sing:]

We’ve got magic to do
Just for you!
We’ve got miracle plays to play!
We’ve got parts to perform

[And Molly, who never was the acrobat in the circus (although he was no slacker in the flexibility department), somehow manages to leap off the knight’s shoulders and land on both feet. Is his coat glittering? His coat is glittering in the sunlight somehow. And where’d he get that top hat?

He grabs a ring that descends from the sky and goes up into the air, singing as he twines his arms around the top of the ring:]

Hearts to warm
Kings and things to take by storm
As we go along the way!
Hey...

[The crowd breaks into smaller groups, still dancing to the song, but doing their own thing. The song is still playing when the video ends.

...that’s an awful lot of trained acrobats, right?]

hatestrashcans

[ The video opens on Marco in a new bedroom. It's bigger than the one issued by government housing, but there seems to not be much furniture in it: Just a really nice king-sized bed (look, anything that helps Marco sleep is worth the money) and a set of dressers. The teenager himself is sitting cross-legged on the bed in a Star Wars T-Shirt and black jeans. ]

Hey, so...

[ He pauses. It's hard for Marco to ask for advice, much less public advice. He sighs and looks to the side. ]

How do you figure out what you want to do with your life? The point of it all?

[ There, he's asked. It's something Marco's been ruminating on the past few days. After he forces the question out, however, his face brightens. ]

In less existential news, Peter and I have found a place to live and we're working on making it bad-ass. And you know what that means: Geek Party II: Return of the Geeks! So far we've got our video games and a Star Trek watch on the docket- because I have missed out on a shameful amount of released Trek in the past 20 years. Any more requests and/or when's everybody free?

Oh yeah, this is an open invite, by the way. Just let me know if you plan on coming so I can get enough food for everybody. Peter and I should need like a week or so to get things ready - I will say moving stuff goes faster when you can be a gorilla!

[ And with Peter's super strength, but Peter's keeping the Spider-Man thing on the DL so Marco's not mentioning it. ]

Also, according to Peter I'm not allowed to drive the U-Haul anymore. Something about 'if you drive we're both going to die'. Is dating always like this?

[ There. He said it. It's still weird to talk about, but Marco knows that will normalize it. ]

mofi

[ When the live video starts, the camera is not on Murphy's face. He's running and the video is shaking a lot, think Blair Witch. ] Holy shit. Holy shit. [ He sounds out of breath.

When he deems that he's at a safe distance away from the Gibbering Mouther, he switches to his front camera. His cheeks are flushed from running. Murphy combs his hair back, nostrils flared to drag in a deep breath of air. Sharly, he exhales.

He ignores the searing cramp in his side. ]

This fucking thing is the grossest thing I have ever seen in my entire life. [ Murphy lifts his phone, so viewers can see over his shoulder. Off in the distance, the Gibbering Mouther lurks, its attention averted for the time being. ] And here I thought my face was ugly.

made_up_names

[ He's run the math a couple times now. Based on the cheapest recipes he can find, with the best (if limited) range of nutrition with no expensive snacks, and the assumption that he can convince his minimum wage job to give him overtime, he has to work ... sixty hours a week to keep up with his metabolism. Yikes.

So this broadcast shows him prepping meals on a weekend morning, filling old yogurt tubs with a bean fried rice recipe that, well. Frankly it looks kind of gross, but Peter's made it before and it tastes just fine as long as he mixes in the crusty burnt spots with the rest of it. He's still short on calories for the week, though, and while he thinks he's convinced a local place that the spectacle of an imPort eating half the menu will be worth the cost of giving it to him for free, he really needs to figure out something a little more long term. ]

So, um - does anyone have any weird or cool tech they need help with repairing? Like, anything from home you can't get parts for here? The job they gave me here isn't gonna be enough, and I'm pretty good at that kind of thing.

[ Clearly, he's not a cook. ]

Or cheap recipe suggestions, that'd be awesome too.

crypdick

[ It's traditional, when asking simple, broad questions to the Network to do so in a text post but that's not nearly melodramatic enough for the Outsider.

He's in the desert in the outskirts of Jeopardy, night has fallen and he's looking not at the communicator but up at the stars. There's some faeries nearby he's bribed to leave him alone with pizza, but they make it cold enough you can see his breath glittering on the air. ]

The places you come from are varied, where even the things that you take for granted may be different here, or for other imPorts. Even this reality is changing week to week.

With that in mind, I have a question for you.

[ Now he turns to look at the comm, eyes empty and black. He tilts his head. ]

What do you think makes a god a god?

(( And regular reminder that if you respond with video, you are completely free to include a vision for him to see if you want! ))

emperysse

Such an interesting world. Back in my universe, we didn't have people boasting about powers or saving the skies.

( --okay that last one might not entirely be true when you end up in her job. considering she just helped save the universe but nbd. just what starfleet apparently does )

The fact that we've all been collected from different universes shouldn't concern us, there could possibly be absolutely no ulterior motive for that.

( she sounds very disbelieving of this. it just smells shifty and she knows shifty )

But I suppose if we have to spend time here whilst they are finishing their plan then finding something that we enjoy is our best option. ( because if you're going to die do it having fun right?

this is also absolutely a thinly veiled effort to find out from other people what this place is/has/maybe find out what she can enjoy. give her intel, people )

Perhaps you could start with where I could find a good drink. Preferably with a little entertainment.

( strip clubs! or give her something else #yolo )

bookshopped

[The angel is not used to mobiles. He's spent a great deal of time resisting the modern world in many ways -- though back home, in his lovely little bookshop, he does have a clever little computer that has not counted as modern for a decade or two at least -- but he's been left little choice now. The mobile phone was part of his welcome packet. And these other imPorts, of which he apparently is one, are all connected this way. So what better way to reach out?

That said, he's fidgeting with the phone and the image is a far-too-close-up shot of his face before he adjusts.]

Ah. There. Yes, good. Hello.

[A smile, warm and genuine if a bit frazzled at the moment. His voice is soft, accent distinctly British, distinctly proper. He is at least one of those two things.] Clever little devices aren't they? I expect it'll take some getting used to, but it's likely high time I surrendered and wound up with a mobile anyway.

[He's rambling and circling the point rather than making it though, and he does realize this.]

Right. Yes. What I wanted to ask, and I do apologize if this seems a bit odd as questions go, but does anyone out there have any experience with the Apocalypse? Or, well, an apocalypse, I suppose? Armageddon? End of the world?

[That's what he's opening with. Who gave him network access? It's just, he's starting to wonder if his landing here has to do with the recently aborted Armageddon back home. Only a theory. And theories exist to be tested.]

Oh! And if anyone knows of a good sushi restaurant locally, I'd be delighted to hear of it.

[The angel's priorities are in order.]

viciousmaukery

Is it just—a common thing around here, to live weeks at a time in one day?

[Guess who got Ported out then pulled back in yesterday? If you guessed Molly, you’d be right! And he looks a little off-put by this whole thing—he’s shuffling his cards restlessly, and the coat he’s wearing isn’t quite as brightly, wildly sequined as his usual display. Considering this is Molly, it’s still an obvious eyesore, especially in the middle of a hipster café in Nonah.]

I knew it was gonna be weird, leaving and then coming back and remembering all of [and he waves a hand at his surroundings,] this, but knowing’s different from first-hand experience. So now I’m curious: how’d it go for the rest of you? Leaving this place, seeing all the people you missed, and then coming back here and having all those other memories just dumped back onto your lap.

[It’s weird and a teeny bit terrifying. After all: what if, what if, something in that whole process were to go wrong, and Molly were to remember whoever he had been before the grave?

Another shuffle. He pulls a card at random and sighs, before shuffling it back into his deck. Eagle-eyed viewers might be able to see the front side of the card, though: a man hanging upside-down.]

And, sort of tangentially related, I s’pose: In about—two more months? I’ll have been here a whole year. That’s the longest I’ve ever stayed in one place. [He’s been here longer than he’s been a part of the Mighty Nein by now. It’s strange how he misses them, still, even though he just came back from seeing them. Maybe the one thing he misses more than the Nein is being able to pull up stakes and just—go.] How do you manage not to go stir-crazy?

constantdick

[Video]

[Hey imPort network, here's a skinny Brit in a trenchcoat who looks a bit like Sting, if Sting were inclined to go without shaving, sleeping or changing his clothes for days at a time. He starts out by muttering a few words under his breath, apparently having a minor issue with the comm device.] Bloody phones.

[He lights a cigarette, letting it dangle from his lips and talking around it, his accent of Liverpool mostly, with a couple of other influences and very working class.]

Right then. My name's John Constantine and I'm new 'ereabouts. [He holds a business card up to the screen.] There, that pretty much covers everything; consider it both an FYI and an advert.

So, I find myself in need of doing a bit of shopping, yeah? Where's a good place to go when you get low on certain... uh, necessities?

[He pauses for a second, so as to give everyone an opportunity to use their imaginations as to what that might imply. Kinky sex toys? You wish.]

I've got a list 'ere of the most important items; namely, possum tails, frog testes, newt spleens, gnat 'eads, baboon earwax, bat urine, spider eggs, caterpillar pus, lizard brains, leeches, slug slime, unicorn bile and cannabis. Gotta replenish the old apothecary when you can, because you never know when you might need to whip up some artificial musk of a female minotaur, eh? Cheers.

golisolation

[When the video clicks on, the viewers are greeted with several faces in a shady area—or maybe it's just not particularly sunny despite being mid-afternoon. Either way, two of those faces most will be familiar with, but especially one in particular: Darin's. Though, his is bloodied and bruised, as if someone wailed on him with their fists. Actually, it looks like that's exactly what happened. He's also notably unconscious—his head being held up by Guzma (the other familiar face), whose fist is full of Darin's hair to do so. He also looks pretty damn smug—if not downright delighted—to a degree that's a little worrying.

The others in view are decidedly less human. In fact, they aren't at all—above Darin hangs a red and black spider, staring at the camera with large purple eyes full of interest and curiosity towards it. He seems to be keeping himself up on what looks like thick webbing that's hanging down from somewhere and connects to Darin... because Darin has been wrapped up in web. A partial cocoon covering his torso and arms. Curiously, there's blood on Darin beyond his busted face—soaking through the webbing that's around him. Awesome!

Next is a moth-like Pokémon, who seems fit to hide most of his body behind that arm of Guzma's that's holding Darin's head up. His little face peeking up over it to look into the camera as well. To the right of him is a hulking bug that looks similar to an isopod if it was on roids. He's got weird cross shaped white pupils, and unlike the other two who seem both interested and excited to be on camera, he holds himself far more reserved and stoic. More like a threatening backdrop to the whole thing.

The last member of this shitty sadistic selfie is a brown beetle-like monster the size of a child, who stands directly besides Darin. His eyes are wide and intense, almost hostile, as he stares at the camera. This hostility is only further emphasized by the obvious blood on the spikes of his pincers.

...And then a second later Pinsir fucking dabs, without breaking eye contact with the camera. As if the idiot bug even knows what the gesture means, but he's seen people do it, and they were on camera too! It makes sense to him. Guzma doesn't seem to mind. He doesn't comment on it, he might not have even noticed, honestly.

He's got more important matters to address:]

Listen up, idiots! It's ya boy again, and I'm here with a special message, a PSA, of sorts, yo.

[He glances to Darin, who is still very much so knocked out, before looking back into the feed. That sinister smirk still on his face.]

Just in case any of you rotten upstarts was under the absurd impression that big bad Guzma was a dude to cross, take it from poor Darin here: I ain't. You mess with me, and I'll crush you, just like I did him.

[As Guzma talks, he's swaying Darin's head side to side by the hold he has on his hair.]

This idiot thought he could stand up to me, that he could beat me down. Hell, in some warped sense of heroic idiocy, he even thought he could help me, HA! Some stupid soft shit like that—and where did it get him!? [Guzma lets go of his hair, letting Darin's head fall emphatically into a hanging position.] No where good, I can tell ya that much.

Your boy still stands, but this loser sure ain't, huh?

[Guzma gives Darin a good little spin as he walks away from the scene with the camera still pointed at himself. The spin, and the more Darin comes into view it's clear he's being suspended by that web that's wrapped around him. However, with that little crowd taking up less of the background, viewers can get more of an idea of where this little broadcast is happening: in an alleyway. Somewhere.

Super helpful!]

Consider this fair warning, y'all. I won't be handing out another.

[He lowers the communicator, making the camera view him from below as he's about to cut the feed, his hand hovering as he stares down at it for a moment as something occurs to him:]

—Oh, yeah. Those of you who give a damn and wanna clean that mess up, [he gestures over his shoulder towards Darin with his thumb, even though he's currently blocking the view of him,] he's in Maurtia Falls. Somewhere on the east side. Never been too good at giving directions, but I'm sure you hero-types can figure it out.

Later days, y'all!

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