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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.

curriculum_fictae

[ The feed opens to show a rather stiff looking man in his early thirties (late twenties?). Copper red hair, broad shouldered and soft-faced, wearing a rather threadbare grey jumper. He seems a bit nervous? And his eyes stare down at the sheaf of papers he keeps shuffling in front of him. Someone is reading off a script.

(There's something odd about him. Something off. It's not unusual for someone with that hair colour to be pale, but he seems nearly grey in spots, trailing off into transparency around the edges. At least for a moment. And then you blink, and he's an entirely normal person blinking at you with his dull brown eyes.) ]

Hullo, ah. My name is Martin Blackwood and - and I'm an Archive Assistant at the Magnus Institute, London.

[ His accent is rather more Mancunian rather than Londoner, but either way, he's obviously from the UK, if you're the sort to recognise that kind of thing. ]

I've just arrived here with - with Jon Sims, who's the Head Archivist at the same Institute. And ... we'd like very much to keep up the work that we'd done back home. It's, ah.

[ He flushes darkly. ]

Well we don't exactly have a choice is the thing. So.

I-if you have any unusual or supernatural stories from home or - or otherwise, I would be very grateful if you would agree to tell them to us. Text is more or less required? Though if you would like, I'm willing to take your statement in person and write it down for Jon later. Just. Ah. Don't give it to him directly, or there will be um. Side effects.

I'm happy to provide more details on how they'll be used upon request, of course. But honestly, they won't go past me and Jon.

[ Because Jon's going to eat them, of course. ]

PRIVATE: Locked from Jon

And ... er, while I've got you here. Ah.

[ He gulps in a breath, looking even more nervous somehow. ]

Does anyone know of any good therapists around here? One that specialises in the supernatural, perhaps...?

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

girlybruiser

[ When the video stream goes live, it's hard for viewers for the first few seconds to make out what's in the feed. It's far too dark and fuzzy, out of focus. A closer look might reveal whatever it is looks thin and plastic-y.

And then it's pulled back and Haru is grinning, barely able to contain her excitement from the way she sways back and forth. In her hands is a small, very official looking card with her photo on it. ]

It took a while, but I've done it! I've finally obtained my driver's license! [ She lowers the card and takes a deep breath. ] The road examination is such a nervewracking test. To be honest, this was my second time taking it...

And now that it's done, I was hoping to ask about two things in particular: firstly, going about purchasing my first car. I'm sure there's a number of people who know a lot about the process and I would very much appreciate any advice you have on the matter.

Secondly, although this may not be for a while, once I have a car I'd like to do a road trip of sorts. Has anyone done one down here in Heropa? I'm curious about what sights I could see with my friends along the way. Like I said, it won't be for some time and I'd have to plan it out, but it would be nice to know what everyone's favourite routes have been!

khajidont

[ The camera turns on to Ruka (

dragony) and Jaime in their living room, seated comfortably on the couch -- a sweetly domestic set-up. Jaime tends to err towards the businesslike when he posts to the network, responsible for as many things as he is, and Ruka tends not to post video on the network at all, but they both seem to be making exceptions today, Jaime facing the camera with a wide smile. ]

Hey, everyone! We’ve actually got some good news to share today. Some of you might know this already, but...

[ He turns to glance at Ruka—who answers the look with a wordless nod of her own—then holds his hand up to show a ring on his finger. There’s a brief moment before Ruka mirrors the gesture, flashing the camera the sight of her gloveless hand and the matching sparkle of her own ring. ]

We’re engaged!

[ Ruka’s hand drops out of frame, but her smile broadens, a crinkle forming at the corner of her visible eye. ]

We have been for... a while, actually, but it never felt like the right time to say anything. Or... to go through with it. But no time is going to be perfectly stable, so... we’re setting the date. For next month.

It’s going to be great! Our ceremony is gonna be pretty private, but since we’re both gonna be 21 by the time we get married, we’re going to be able to have a real reception. You know, with legal booze and everything. So we hope we’ll see some of you guys there. It’s always great to have a reason to celebrate, though I’m pretty sure I’m the one who’s got the best thing to celebrate. [ Jaime, of course, looks immensely pleased with himself. ]

...oh, and I guess if you have any wedding planning tips, you can send them our way? That’s probably smart. I think it’s gonna be great no matter what though.

And, if anyone’s dying to gatecrash, just let me know ahead of time. [ She’s still smiling, though in a more teasing way. ] So I can pen you into the schedule.

See you guys there!

fridgeflower

Alright. I need a guinea pig. Or multiple guinea pigs. Maybe three or so, starting out?

Must have:
- Rabid fanbase that you want off your back
- Willingness to observe and record your day-to-day interactions while sticking to outlined daily prep instructions
- Willingness to provide small DNA sample

It's nothing elaborate or dangerous or super-weird, I promise! I'm just testing personalized people-repellent.

khajidont

So... yay for avoiding the apocalypse, obviously. We have to honour the lives that were lost, but -- it could have been so, so much worse. We could have lost everything. Everyone could have lost everything. And we didn't. So I get why everyone's more into celebrating right now than anything else. I think we've earned that, after the past few months. Heck, after the storm itself. That sucked.

But I've been thinking. Every one of those gods wanted something different from us, even if I couldn't really tell what they wanted. Monsters are pretty old news. Bad memories are too, if you've been here long enough.

[ Jaime leans back a little. He's in his office in the Memorial Centre, surrounded by books, hair mussed as though he'd recently swept a hand through it, his other hand holding onto a pen and clicking it rapidly, fidgety as he is. It's small, but there's an unhealed cut across his chin, the hair there a little matted with blood. ]

But Clotho was something else. She asked for memories, or other sacrifices. What'd you guys give away? [ He tilts his head, considering. ] If you even remember giving something away. I know she asked for three things, but I can't remember all of them. I'm pretty sure that's by design.

...are you happy with your decision?

helpdesk_hero

[He looks tired, but really, who among them doesn't these days. But he's tired, he's in a small room in his government housing, and really, David needs something to look forward to, so here he is, sans his glasses, talking. Which is, of course, because the glasses are in front of him on a shelf, a perfect little camera.]

Hey guys. It's definitely been a bit of a month, hasn't it? And we're at this point where we're somewhere between the light at the end of the tunnel, and the world falling out from under us. Which, I think anyone can say, probably isn't a great way to live. We're all trying to do our best here too, either to find solutions, or to keep the people around us sane, or to just be optimistic enough to make it through each day.

[A sigh, and he reaches up to rub at the bridge of his nose. Almost like he's saying it's been harder for him than he'd dare admit.]

I know I feel sort of useless in all of this, but I have faith. Faith in the imPorts. Faith in the survival goals of humans, faith in all of us. And so, as part of that faith, as part of my believing in us and everyone, I'm already planning for our celebration. It's going to be a bit further out but...

Come on, wouldn't celebrating on American Thanksgiving not be appropriate? I say we get together, we have a big meal, and we be thankful to be still standing. Anyone in with me?

[He smiles, or tries to put some serious effort behind the smile.]

I'd need people to help pitch in for cost, I'd need people to volunteer spaces to cook, I'd need people to help with cooking itself. If we get big enough maybe we rent a hall or something and we cook together.

So? What say you all? Believe we're going to live and survive and have a truly amazing Thanksgiving feast? I promise, I make really good food. And I think I can talk a few people into helping. One of them already knows who he is.

Say yes, because frankly? I could really use a party after all of this passes.

[Two minutes later he's back with more video]

Also, tell me what sorts of Thanksgiving staples your family had, okay? I wanna make a list.

[OOC: Basically, if you have CR with David, you're CC'd into this. He's got too many friends to actually list everyone.]

bridalrose

I have been wondering... For those of you not from Earth (or from an Earth significantly different from this one), what do you think of humans?

Humans can also tell me what they think of humans. I don't mind.

Do you have favorites? Do you have frustrations? Are you enjoying your stay?

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! ))

donkeyballs

[ Hello, Network. There's a face few have seen before - even though he's been around a few months, now, he's never done a direct post to the network. It just ain't his style. He's hardly Holden, after all. If he were, then you'd probably all have already seen an impassioned speech about the injustice inflicted on imPorts - yada, yada.

Instead, you get this fella, with his beard neatly trimmed and his hair slicked back, smiling a little awkwardly at the camera. ]

Howdy, ya'll.

[ The Texan drawl is thick, and it's hard to tell how affected it is. He certainly doesn't seem to be concerned by it. ]

So, uh, guess I better properly introduce myself, now that... well, now that it's just myself. My name's Alex Kamal, recently of the Rocinante, and most lately of... well, Earth, I guess. But that ain't why I'm here.

See, while I've been acclimatin' myself to the big blue ball, I've run into enough people to get a good sense that Mars don't always mean a hell of a lot, to you folks. Most of you know it as a dead, dusty orb floatin' so far off as to not affect you at all. Which, I mean, given the year here, that ain't all that surprisin', is it?

But it isn't the case for all of ya, so I figured I should put a more formal inquiry out into the either, like.

Can ya'll tell me what's happenin' to Mars back where you come from?

If there are people livin' there at all, or if there ever were?

Sorry if this is a weird question.

Other than that, if you, ah, have any good recipes for - well, hell, anythin', you just let me know.

bifroster

Okay. I have a lot of questions.

[Jane looks clearly agitated with her arms crossed and her file opened in front of her on a desk. The papers are disorganized and spread out, so she has clearly been reading over it, trying to find some answers.]

I have read the brochures, though, so I got the basics covered. What I really want to know is why we apparently cannot meet with this apparently sentient machine that brought us here in the first place. I get that tampering with something you don’t understand is dangerous, literally, but if the scientists here can’t get anything, why can’t one of us try? Or at least those of us who have experience with machinery or technology? I’m going to assume there has been at least one person who has experience with advancements beyond this world. Why not pick their brain?

[She sighs.]

But … I’m pretty sure someone has already asked this and the government has still said ‘no’.

Anyways—how did they get this information on us? Did the machine spit this file out or is there another version of myself in this world already?

[She rubs the inside of her wrist, where her tattoo is, but keeps it covered.]

And ‘gravitational manipulation’? I did not have that before I arrived here. How were they able to determine that, if I am apparently not able to use these powers for another week? Was I unconscious when they did testing or something?

adultwonder

[Dick gives a half smile and a little wave to the camera. To those who know him well, he looks a little flustered. But this has been a weird week]

Hey, everyone. Dick Grayson, here, I'm a new guy. And I've got a question. Is there any way to practice or tamp down a power that’s… kind of passive?

[There’s a light growling sound, Dick turns and raises a hand.]

Just a minute! [He looks back at the camera.] This is just getting a little--

[Before he can finish his sentence, there’s another growl and a blur of sandy colored fur tackles Dick. A very large blur of sandy colored fur. It is, in fact, a lion. But he’s not trying to hurt Dick. He’s just licking his face and looking very happy with himself. Dick laughs and rubs the lion’s face, then looks upside-down at the camera.]

This is the second time Chewie’s escaped from the zoo and followed me home. I’m pretty sure the neighbors are gonna start complaining soon. So, any thoughts?

[Sorry residents of Nonah #004, this is happening in your living room.]

notafraidofyou

[The video flips on to show a teen peering into the camera. This thing is on? Good. He grins and settles back a little, expression and body language relaxed.]

So I got the basic rundown, ride to the new place, full file on me--and how weird is it that they have all of that on hand? I don't think even my doc back home has my full medical workup! [He shrugs carelessly, like it doesn't really matter.] But, like, no one has answered the really important questions yet.

[He ticks off his questions on his fingers as he goes through them] One: Are there comic books? Two: Where is the best place to get them? Three: What is the video game situation around here? Four: How boring is school, since apparently I have to go. [He rolls his eyes, making it very clear how he feels about that.]

If there is anyone out there with answers to these really important questions, can you help a guy out? Thanks.

Oh, I'm Tim, by the way. Tim Drake. [He grins one last time at the camera and shuts it off.]

kid_flash_found

[Bart looks at the camera, trying to decide just how to say what he needs to without rambling on.]

Hi, everyone. I’m Bart, I just got here, and, well, I have a few questions I couldn’t quite pin down during the whole welcome spiel. I mean, nobody answers in the affirmative if you ask them if they’re secretly evil, right? And what kind of government not only pulls people from other worlds into theirs and apparently gives us superpowers and a job and housing and everything,.

I can’t be the only one wondering if this whole thing is really legit, right?

Also, it’d be nice to find some folks from home, too. I’m originally from Keystone City, home of the Flash. Yep, there are heroes where I’m from, too. The big three most people can name are Batman, Superman, and Wonder Woman, but there are plenty of others.

But really, any suggestions, tips, pointers, places to get really good pizza? I could use any and all of the above. Most especially the pizza. I've tried the stuff at the place they gave me a job, and it's not bad, but, well, there's not bad and then there's amazing, right? Right.

[He pauses, taking a breath, and reviews what he said.]

I don’t really know how people do this, hopefully I’m not sending this into a void. Anyway, I’ll be around, so drop me a line or whatever y’all say here.

[With that, he gives a wave to the camera and the video blinks out a moment later.]

made_up_names

[ So here's a new kid on the network tonight. Trying to find an angle that lets him hide at least some of his nervousness. Or at least lets him use it to channel his best impression of a Definitely Normal Team, No Superheroics Here Honest. He mostly just looks awkward and nerdy, which is … accurate anyway, so let’s go with that. ]

Hey - um, so I’m Peter. Peter Parker. And I just got here, and -

[ He’s read through what’s left of his files, he’s read through the last couple weeks of posts just to get a feel for things. After that, he has one incredibly important question: ]

Did I seriously just barely miss out on a Death Star being here? For real? That’s not fair. Please tell me it’s coming back at some point.

[ That’s probably an objectively incorrect thing to want, but. Look. That would have made his entire life. He could die happy. For the second time. Well, the second time dying, first time dying happy. Anyway, he turns reluctantly to the list of actual serious questions he made. Not enough time to ask them all (unless he just takes in a breath and rapid fire asks all of them in thirty seconds) so he’ll just pick one for now. ]

So, school. How is that working out for people who still hafta go? And can you like … argue with it at all? Because I’m all for finishing high school, but this is my third time going into sophomore year and I’m starting to feel like that movie with the Ghostbuster being depressed in Pennsylvania.

(( OOC: Spoilers for Far From Home are likely, but I can avoid them if necessary! ))

dragony

So I've... well. I seem to have been roped into another job, with neither warning nor explanation, and I'm left with no... ethical way to quit, I suppose. At least, I don't think I'd be able to tolerate the consequences, if I tried.

[ Ruka doesn't post often, and when she does it's usually either about the fucking apocalypse, or some vaguely maudlin waxing about the passage of time. This is definitely not the former, but it doesn't sound much like the latter, either. She trails off and rephrases as she speaks; there's no noise or sign of anything going on in the background, but her voice is airy, distant — easily distracted. ]

It's nothing I have experience with, but we come from all types, don't we. So, do any of you have much experience working with charities? Charitable foundations, maybe. Less, uh, the voluntary fieldwork stuff, more the... resources, and financials. Organization. The gears of the machine. If you will.

[ ... ]

... Thanks in advance.

Stay safe out there.

heartofthedream

[ When Jean turns on the Network, there is a sedate seriousness to her. Calm expression even as her bright green eyes were conflicted, still more than a little distracted processing what has happened, while she shifted and started as simply as she could. ]

Hello, I’ve been told that new arrivals are encouraged to reach out and see if anyone else they know has already come here. My name is Jean Grey, and I come from another Earth.

[ It is at least half true, and more besides. She’s used to complicated truths, and the bending walls of time and reality and the far reaches of the Omniverse. Jean doesn’t always love it, but it could be worse. It could be so much worse. Everything she’s touched and sensed since waking has not been anywhere near as bad as some of the times she’d woken. From the ocean, the ground, alternate universes, future timelines, past ones, completely outside of all of them. ]

I'm seeking any of my family and friends who might already be here.

I’d, also, like to reach out to those currently running things. I would like to learn more about what has been happening here the last few years, and to the world I heard came before this one, at least to the best of my ability. I appreciate anyone’s help that would be willing.

giveaway

Soooooooooooooooo. I feel like a lot of times when we post on here it's something serious, or someone left, someone arrived, you get it. And honestly, I've got no problem with that cause it makes sense! But how about some more icebreakers?

FanPort got me thinking cause obviously all the locals are crazy about superheroes, and even non-superheroes, but what about you guys? If you come from a world with superheroes like me, you've got a pretty good head start on everyone else. Still, everyone's probably got some kind of hero, right?

And now I'm sure you're wondering, "Stephanie, who is your favorite superhero?"

Well, drumroll please...

[The drumroll is so she can think of a good answer. It's not working.]

Uh. I had a poster of Superboy when I was in high school. Wait, is Superboy here? I just realized how weird this could potentially get...

golisolation

[The feed clicks on, and everyone is greeted with Guzma grinning like a total jackass. He looks the part too, white and black hair, yellow sunglasses on his head that are asymmetrical, purple around his eyes that... might be makeup? Lets not forget that fat gold chain around his neck with a gold emblem of a S that looks like a skull. This guy is, uh, something else.]

Attention fellow ImPorts—it's your boy Guzma!

[He pauses a moment, as if making sure he's got people's attention, like what he has to say is somehow important. Well, he thinks everything he has to say is important on some level, but whatever.]

This shit really connected to y'all? Awful convenient, huh? Guess y'all better get used to hearing from ya boy on the regular. That's right, big bad Guzma ain't gonna be letting this shit fall into disuse.

[Great news for you guys...]

So! If you ain't looking for a beat down, I suggest you make yourself useful. I just showed up, and while I ain't no punk loser who ain't got a clue on how to deal with being brought somewhere new so suddenly, may as well do some info gathering, huh?

I suggest you cough up what useful shit you got to share that them stiffs didn't go into. Don't go wasting my time with useless garbage, neither. I'm in the mood to kick some ass, so if you wanna just hand me an excuse to smash your dumbass into the ground, I ain't gonna stop you.

[Honestly, is he looking for info, or a fight? Maybe both. He shrugs, and then points to his head, tapping his temple while emphasizing his next part:]

But! Those of ya who got something in that skull of yours, y'know, a little bit of sense? A brain, maybe? You'll realize real quick what a stupid idea it is to get on the hated boss' bad side.

So, hurry it up! I ain't got all day.

[Yes he does, he literally has nothing better to do right now.]

choosetruth

Gods and Nightmares

Recently, the imPort population experienced an unusual overlap between our dreams, the dreams of others, and reality. As Mr. Jadus surmised, this resulted from Ronan Lynch’s powers extended past his abilities to control them. It is also the result of an attempt to contact the so-called goddess Atropos.

On May 1st, a group of imPorts led by Cassandra Igarashi, alias “Urdr”, and the individual known as “Psychopomp”, attempted to contact Atropos using a process they called “divination.” Lynch, a “demiurge”, used his ability to connect minds in a “shared consciousness” that enable the group to work together to connect with the cosmic entity.

( Continued infodump under the cut )

[Crossposted to the public, Native-accessible After the End Times website.]

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