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TEST DRIVE MEME #3

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A confluence is defined as the convergence of one or more forces. A Confluence, capitalized, is the converging of one or more supernatural forces.

Confluences have been mild ever since the Godfall Event occurred in the 1980s. The older generations tell their children of the confluences they remember as children, the earth-shaking events that transformed the landscape of the world (and the people) every time they occurred. Now they're largely inconveniences. An explosion of experimental ALIEN NANOBOTS here, a magical LIGHTNING STORM there, nothing particularly disruptive to day to day life.

ONLY SHOOTING STARS. CENTRAL CITY.

Awareness hits you in a rush. As does the sound of a town’s EMERGENCY ALARMS WAILING. Just as you begin to register the sound, you realize how quickly the towering skyscrapers are coming up to meet you. You may throw your hands up to shield yourself from witnessing your own grisly demise. Not to worry - THREADS OF MYSTICAL ENERGY rush up to meet you, grabbing for limbs and catching you before you make landfall. A NET MADE OF STARS has come up to cradle you, giving you a much gentler entry into this world than most others have received thus far. A smattering of exhausted looking people holding staves and wands peer up at you and attempt to smile, though they appear to be much more focused on keeping you held aloft.

Correction. They’re keeping MOST of you aloft. The mystical net made of stars doesn’t seem quite large enough to cover the entire sky. THERE ARE STILL PEOPLE FALLING. Perhaps you’re not spared the fall, plummeting through the gap in the net and straight into someone’s living room. Or car. Or straight into the sewer systems.

DIADEM HOTEL

You're not going home anytime soon. Hopefully, the LUXURY HOTEL they've put you up in will ease that sting.

The DIADEM HOTEL is usually reserved for the obscenely wealthy. Its rooms are enormous, the beds quite literally enchanted to offer the perfect night's sleep, and the food would usually cost your life savings just to sample. But given the circumstances, the Guilds feel its the least they can do to aid your transition into this world. EVERYTHING is complimentary, and everyone gets an ALLIANCE CREDIT CARD to spend on entertainment, clothing, and whatever other necessities they might need. The cards have an obscenely high limit and there doesn't seem to be an expectation for you to pay it back... though if they catch you abusing it, their accountant will be coming for your head.

There's a shopping center immediately across the street. It has an impressive array of outlets that cater to your every need. Food, clothing... and swords? If you can think of it, it's for sale. Although anything clearly supernatural or metahuman seems to be at a minimum and offered under the table. You can grab clothing made to withstand any superpower and a surprisingly mediocre Taco Bell order while you're at it. There's a Super Cinema in the shopping complex across the street that's showing the highly anticipated DROP DEAD GORGEOUS movie, a thriller wherein a fictional beauty queen accidentally swallows a fragment of the Necronomicon and becomes the world’s most powerful necromancer. Oh, and her boyfriend transforms into her chainsaw.

CENTRAL CITY isn't exactly the nicest place in the world. Wander too far from the shopping district and you'll find yourselves thick into territory controlled by the local non-meta crime syndicate... but maybe that's where you want to be. Maybe you're here to see just what this world is dealing with. If you're going to be stuck here you might as well make yourself useful, right?

Or perhaps you're NOT the heroic type. Maybe this is simply scoping out the competition.

Regardless, it won't take long for TROUBLE to find you. Test out your new powers, do a little thieving, stop a few muggings - this is your time to use as you see fit.

MAY FLIES AND FLOWERS. EXCELSIOR.

EXCELSIOR has just opened its very own BOTANICAL GARDEN! The facility is roughly the size of a city block, a modern monolith of steel and glass, specially equipped to prevent birds from flying into the many windows. There’s plants from all over the world growing inside, different rooms hosting rare and exotic specimens from different climates. Each mini-biome has animals native to the regions they mimic, of course - not a great many of them, but you’re likely to see some insects and birds flitting here and there.

To better protect the guests, all animals inside are man-made creations - be they mechanical or genetically engineered for a single purpose. The most notable of these projects is a MECHANICAL BUTTERFLY enjoying its first test flight. Researchers hope that these butterflies can be introduced into nature to aid the waning bee populations. These butterflies, beautiful creations spun from delicate metal wire, can be found in nearly any of the ecosystems present in the Botanical Garden. Aside from being hardy and efficient, they’re also equipped with a CHEMICAL ENHANCEMENT that makes the pollen they collect twelve times more potent. Everything’s getting pollinated in here! Best hope you don't have allergies.

This SPECIAL POLLEN also has the side-effect of making anyone in the vicinity feel quite lonely or loved. Theorized as a way to make dates more intimate, no more consideration was put into the ethical ramifications of subtly altering people’s mood for commercial benefit. It’s Excelsior, after all, hopefully someone warned you they view ethics as optional.

Should you have come to this beautiful slice of nature alone you may find yourself OVERWHELMED WITH LONELINESS as the flock fly overhead. Yet this loneliness comes with an edge of courage. Perhaps you’re emboldened to approach another lonely heart and ask if they would care to accompany you.

If you’ve come with someone you all may find yourselves feeling much more WARM AND AFFECTIONATE towards them. Such a pretty place, such great company - let’s spend some real quality time!

WORKING ALL ANGLES. SUNSET FALLS.

Be you hero, villain, or unaligned - socialite KATHERINE WEST has a request for you. Miss West appears to be quite distressed. The weirdness of Sunset Falls has put her dear father in a bit of a pickle and she’s looking for strapping heroes (and villains, and unaligned, really anyone with two feet and a heartbeat) to help out. She states that she’s no metahuman and so she can’t offer you a team-up, but she can offer you a shoutout on her Instagram page.

The TASKS she’s issuing seem simple on the surface. Safe enough that you may be swayed by her sweet smile and the 15 million followers who might take a shine to you.

HUNT SOME WOLVES.

A shame she didn’t mention that these wolves are WEREWOLVES.

A pack of werewolves has been wreaking havoc in the PARK. They come out at night to grow their pack. Nearly a dozen locals have been conscripted by this infectious bite.

Luckily, there is a POTENTIAL SOLUTION! This particular brand of lycanthropy can be cured if you grievously wound them with a SILVER WEAPON. A quick google also tells you that curing the ALPHA – or killing him – will end the curse for the whole pack. She’s twice the size of a direwolf with jaws like a steel trap.

Granted, killing them is the faster solution. There is a slight hitch in that plan. These wolves REVERT BACK TO HUMAN FORM upon death. It might look weird to find a bunch of bodies in the park so you’d best be prepared to clean up after yourself.

There’s always the risk you’ll get bit and JOIN THEM. Should this happen, the transformation will come on suddenly and painfully, your body distorting under the light of the moon. The ANIMAL INSTINCTS will come on just as powerfully - you’re part of a pack now, and you’re out on a hunt. Hopefully some kind soul can hit you with silver or take out your alpha, because you won't turn back on your own.

HERE KITTY KITTY.

Miss West has tasked you with finding all of the town’s TREED CATS. This one is an easy enough task, right? For the last four months there's been an absurd amount of cats getting stuck in trees.

Well, it seems two months of storing AMBIENT CHAOS MAGIC has made these cats more unpredictable than usual. Chaos magic isn't something you want to mess with, especially not when it's held in purrsnickety paws. It's easy to snatch them from the branches if they don't know you're coming, but if you approach under their watchful eye you'll begin to find the rules of reality start to bend. The ocean becomes a sky full of fish, and the grass beneath you a warm carpet warmed by a sunbeam. Your thoughts and feelings suddenly seem to be able to influence this space - so careful! You wouldn't want your worst fears to suddenly manifest.

Now would be a really bad time to remember that dream where all your teeth fall out.

DANCING SHADOWS.

This one is fairly simple. All Miss West wants is a PICTURE OF YOUR SHADOW. She gives you her best camera and asks you take the very best shot you can.

The ambient mystical energies of Sunset Falls are known to be chaotic. The LINGERING MAGIC of the spell that snatched you from the sky is ignited. Your shadow begins to glimmer faintly like the night sky itself. If you catch a glimpse of it out of the corner of your eye, you could swear you spy your shadow smiling back. Its eyes appear to be bright, burning stars.

These stars grant it a RUDIMENTARY SENTIENCE. And with it, liberation! No longer is it bound to your feet. Your shadow-self wants to live it's very best life and that means doing whatever impulsive thing strikes its brand new consciousness. CAUSING MAYHEM, infecting other shadows with its newly gained brilliance. Before long, the town is OVERRUN with dancing shadows. While their antics don't affect the physical space, if you glance down at the ground in pure chaos.

The magically inclined among you may want to work together to bind your shadows back to your feet. It's not good for a person to be split between planes like this. It's not good for the world, either, as the ground seems to give an ominous rumble every now and again. Catch your shadow and pin it under your foot!

WILDCARD.

Metaheroes takes inspiration from all walks of comics. Take a look at the CITIES to get an idea as to what day to day life is like in the other cities. Perhaps you've encountered a supervillain (or hero) who needs to be thwarted, or a metahuman with unusual powers creating bizarre effects. You can also take a look at the MISSION BOARD to get your start as a professional hero, villain, or vigilante.

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Not like he wants to stay here near the greenhouse.

"You got your teleport thingy?"

Shit, the idea of teleportation tied to an ITEM is so weird.

He nods and fishes it out. "Not gonna lie, man, I really didn't really pay that much attention to how to use this thing." He'd kind of accidentally ended up here, with only the vague notion it was this thing that he'd done it with, and started wandering around.

Sorry, Mark, you should know Damien doesn't often carry braincells around.

"Geez, who do you share a brain cell with and why do they always have it?"

Still he thought it was just as simple as activating it.

"Just do whatever you did to get here?"

He laughs a little and shrugs. "I don't know– I was just playing with it, I don't know what I did."

Still, he fidgets with it for a second and manages to activate the damn thing again anyway.

Teleportation is not fun, thanks, he hates it.

Mark waits until he's gone and then follows with his own token. He's been through worse. Hates that he's been through worse. So much worse.

"Well," he mumbles as he then looks around for Damien. "You know how to get to your room from here?"

Damien is really not going to use this very often. He’s queasy when it’s over and it’s the opposite of fun.

“Yeah, come on,” he makes a vague motion for him to follow. Once they’re inside, it’s an easy enough conversation at the front desk to figure out Mark’s room.

Yeah, the serious opposite. But hey, maybe Damien will find the perfect place to settle down and never need it again.

But yes, Mark has the conversation. And he doesn't know that it's the same as Damien's, but he can feel the flare of shock. Which, once he has the room key, has him looking toward Damien.

"Everything okay?"

“Yeah, why?” Stupid question. He really needs to learn when to keep his mouth shut, or at the very least when to stop the words.

He shakes his head, “It’s nothing.”

Beat.

Without another word, he pulls out the card with his room number printed on it in one corner. “We’re roommates.”

Oh. That's... Wow. Mark looks at his card and sees the confirmation and groans.

"Oh come the fuck on. That's not possible."

And yet.

He puts his hands up in a gesture of surrender. “Swear to God, I didn’t have anything to do with this.”

Damien is suddenly basically a fucking live wire of nerves. It’s one thing for them to both be in this world. City. Hotel. But sharing a room?

Fuck.

So that’s happening.

He doesn’t know what else to say, so he just turns to make a beeline for the elevator.

This isn’t happening.

This is not happening.

"Trust me, I fucking know, Damien. I could feel your shock. And I know you can't manipulate people, because I can't either."

So he knows it isn't Damien's choice. That's so messed up though. Still, they have to deal with this for the moment. But he reaches for the man's arm to pull him along. They need to get Damien into the elevator. Helps that Damien's heading that way anyway.

"Not like we don't know how to share a space."

He doesn’t want to do this. He cannot live with him when Mark can feel everything he feels.

He bites the inside of his cheek when Mark grabs him— there’s no denying the way the shock and the attraction both jolt through him.

“Fucking kill me now,” he mutters, leaning against the wall inside the elevator.

Attraction. Fuck, that coils in Mark's stomach too, warm and wanting and fuck, he's trying to tamp it down so he doesn't create another feedback loop.

"We can try and figure out if I can get moved. Or I can just try and be out all day."

“No, it’s fine— I mean… whatever you wanna do. It’s fine.” He doesn’t want Mark to move, but begging him to stay wasn’t going to be a good look, so he keeps his mouth shut. Though that does nothing for the swirl of uncertainty that slips through him like a long, thing coil of smoke.

Is leaving the choice up to Mark the right thing to do? He’s pretty sure it is, it gives him all the power in the situation, right? That can’t be a bad thing. …Right?

There's a lot of things that can be bad when there is empathy involved.

"So," Mark says in an attempt to break some of the tension with laughter, "I'm just that hot am I? Think some super hero has a special perfume or something that will keep people from hitting on me?"

“Shut up,” he mutters, already mortified enough by this, thanks. But there’s a thread of amusement in it, too.

Not like Mark didn’t already know that Damien was attracted to him… right? How bad could this really be?

Oh, he hadn't gotten the man was attracted to him physically. He got that there was some draw, but he hadn't understood that.

"Some people find trauma attractive."

“That is not what it is,” he stresses, eyes darting sharply over toward him.

Then what is it?

He doesn’t have to ask, the vibe of it hangs in the air between them. Either from Mark’s confusion or Damien’s own jumbled mess.

The elevator opens onto their floor and he heads down the hallway just for something to do. They’re not far from the elevator, actually, three doors down the left hallway. He unlocks the door and wonders how… typical or above scale this is to him. He’s never gotten a good read of Mark and Dr. B’s upbringing— they felt vaguely like former bored rich kids, sometimes, but he was never really sure about it.

Well it's easier to just let it all go since the elevator door was open. Still, he is wowed when the door is opened and he sees the place. Holy fuck. Awe and shock floods through him.

"This is amazing," he says, gasping as he moves into the room and looks around in it. "I've never been in a place like this before."

It’s definitely different from places Damien has stayed, this entire world is just a tad higher-tech than anything from back home. But the high-brow vibes? Yeah, he’d pushed his way into places of the caliber plenty of times before.

He can’t stop the slight quirk upwards of one corner of his mouth as he watches Mark take it all in. God, he’s cute like this. All awestruck and amazed.

This is beautiful. So beautiful. He grins and moves through the room. You better bet he flops down on the first available queen sized bed. So cushy.

"Man, these are probably sheets that they bother listing thread counts on!"

He laughs, a genuine, honest-to-God real sound and shakes his head. “Yeah… probably.”

When he’s not being overwhelmed by it or panicking about thoughts in his head that haven’t even happened (and won’t, he reminds himself), this empathy thing isn’t completely terrible. This giddy, warm, bright thing that’s setting up camp in the center of his chest while Mark flops back into the mattress? It’s something he could try getting used to.

Yeah, giddy and warm and bright is absolutely true. He can accept this. For the time being...

Wait...

"Oh my god what do you think the shower is like!?"

“Fancy as hell, just like everything else,” he chuckles lightly.

Finally, he stretches across the other bed that Mark hadn’t claimed, watching him as each new thought crosses his mind. “Why don’t you go try it out?”

Well that's definitely a suggestion but Mark rolls his eyes.

"Dude, we went over this before," he says, because he knows they have on their talks on the road trip. "I'm a morning shower person. Mid-day only if I super exerted myself. Which, you know, I haven't."

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So, do we inflict months of living together on them?

I’m down if you are~

I am a bad person that likes being mean

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