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TEST DRIVE MEME: NOVEMBER EDITION




TEST DRIVE MEME
A Confluence, capitalized, is the converging of one or more supernatural forces.

This Confluence is predicted. Guild officials are ready to capture the new Starfallen and explain the situation to them. All of this has become quite mundane for them, but you -

You find yourself suddenly falling from the sky. Careening towards the pavement, only to be caught at the last minute by thin ribbons made of stardust. They would have caught you far faster, as they've been getting quite skilled at snapping tumbling bodies from mid-air, but...



ONE MIND, ONE WILL. CENTRAL CITY, MICHIGAN.
Staticky octogon-shaped portals appear in the sky you just fell from. At that same moment, every screen in Central City flares to life. A PINK-SKINNED ALIEN with glittering, crystalline compound eyes stares calmly into the camera.

"My greetings to The Society of Samaritans. My dear old teammates. And their hero friends like Atom...? Atomight? Atomight. If they're even still alive... When you've lived as long as I have..."

He trails off, staring into the distance. It takes a moment for him to resume speaking. "I hope they don't still have you all convinced of the delusion of free will. What does free will matter in the face of immortality? Of freedom from strife? I would reshape you all into something so beautiful." He gives the camera a beatific smile. "I don't know why you would eschew that - so I'm just going to take the choice out of your hands. It's for your own good, really. The Forerunner is here to save you from yourselves."

At that, monsters start to pour through the portals. Instantly there's mass panic. Screams fill the streets.

The Forerunner is viewed as a "god" by the monsters coming through. ABOMINIDS twisted long-limbed biological monstrosities slavishly devoted to him, and his AUTOMATA, incredibly intricate machines lacking free will. Alliance members appear familiar with his tactics, and familiar with the foe. They can tell you that The Forerunner himself is unable to cross between dimensions due to the tragedy that made him. In an act of heroic self-sacrifice which warped his mind, he was trapped between dimensions and his body was warped beyond recognition. This isn't the first time he's attacked Earth with his monstrosities, hoping to weaken the planet's defenses.

The monsters are not the only threat. The Forerunner has developed the ability to hack free will. Automata and Abominids are putting mind control helmets on unpowered citizens en masse, the projected stream of sound they provide capable of binding the victims to his will.

Swarms of converted non-meta civilians are quickly captured and converted. These people are not themselves, but they must be fought, freed, or avoided. You, heroes and villains, are the only force that can avert disaster. The mind-controlled civillians are targeting infrastructure like power transformers and fire departments.

Even more worrying, the Converts are swarming the local hospitals, raiding metahuman wards to take control of metas too sick and weak to fight back. These metas are the intended building blocks for the invasion force, who will be mind controlled and forced to fight despite illness or injuries. At ground zero for the earliest attacks, medical staff need help transporting sick patients and newborn babies to hospital wings that can be more effectively barricaded. Some will wind up trapped, stuck holding doors shut together while fists pound outside.

Whether heroes or villains, those unfortunate enough to be captured will find themselves given a modified mind control device at the base of the neck. If you are so unlucky, you will act completely normal at first to put the people around you off guard. And when the opportunity arises, you will try to convert others by implanting those same devices. The constant stream of mental hacking will leave your personality mostly intact, save for the devotion to the Forerunner.

"Surrender and sublimate. Flesh into flesh. All are one in the Forerunner." They chant in the streets.

Removing the devices instantly liberates the captive. However, there are so many of them. It's up to the Starfallen to hold the line, and stop others from being taken.


DIADEM HOTEL

Whether you've survived the chaos, or arrived after the trouble's over, 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 11th sequel of a popular action racing franchise, BLASTS FROM THE CURIOUS: LAST OF THE NEFARIOUS, in which Hubcaps Nefarious tries to undo the Carmageddon caused by evil tech entrepreneur Jebs Robs. He uses the Large Hadron Collider to launch a Bugati into the past to save the world and the most important thing of all: family.

CENTRAL CITY isn't exactly the nicest place in the world, even after the clean up from the Forerunners's attack. 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.


THE PUMPKIN KING. SUNSET FALLS, MASSACHUSETTS.

The recently open door to the underworld is now closed but that doesn't mean Sunset Falls is free from supernatural events. That said, what's currently happening is at least a normal kind of abnormal, a well-established, necessary yearly ritual.

Every year, a being known as Magna Cucurbita, also called the Pumpkin King or Old Man Autumn, must be appeased so that Autumn in the northern hemisphere can start progressing to Winter and the other seasons. In the past, this entailed flattering him with various depictions in TV specials and movies, but with some of these beloved holiday specials and movies moving to streaming services and being viewed by less people - and increasing Christmas creep - this seasonal elemental has taken affront at the lack of attention at the end of the harvest season.

Fortunately, the magical community in Sunset Falls knows how he can still be appeased. Every year they perform a ritual in some pumpkin fields, corn fields, and orchards just outside Sunset Falls. While the ritual is led by the Alliance's Silent Mystic, the magical community sees it as something that transcends the loyalties of the guilds and all are welcome to help out, regardless of affiliation. It takes a large number of people performing it to make it work, enough that those that might be hesitant will practically be begged because of the importance of making sure Autumn doesn't last all year long.

After being teleported in by the mages, the ritual is a mostly harmless one. Much like the recent masquerade ball, all participants must pick out a harvest mask but instead of magically hiding their identity the mask does the opposite: it enhances it, transforming and taking the form of something deeply personal or that best represents the individual. Sometimes the carvings and paint can show more than one thing, causing a wearer to have an entire collage of personal symbols, objects, characters, or even whole scenes depicted on the mask.

Two participants, often chosen at random, then have their hands bound together with twine woven from straw. They have to walk through the pumpkin patch and both eat an apple from the orchard, then walk into the cornfields. Once all the sound gives way to the white noise of rustling corn stalks, they have to kneel and tell each other their greatest desire. This can be any number of things, both possible and impossible, like the recovery of something long-lost (or gone forever), a short-term goal they're desperate to accomplish, or a lifelong dream they keep aspiring towards.

This admission must be the truth or at least close to the spirit of it, and the stronger the desire, the sooner the ritual will be finished. This is a harvest of emotion that appeases the spirit.

Until both have said their truth, Magna Cucurbita can be seen in glimpses, circling in the corn around them, wearing his grand suit embroidered with pumpkins, accompanied by two skeletal Halloween spirits. When he is finally appeased the spirit gracefully departs, leaving behind the scent of pumpkins, bonfires, and ripe apples. Participants can then return to the others.

When enough participants have appeased the Pumpkin King, a very light first snow will fall, heralding Winter, and the ritual will be declared over. The new season is always welcomed in with the mages treating everyone to magically delicious hot cocoa and hot cider, various apple treats (baked, candied, and caramel), and various pumpkin based foods like pie and pumpkin spice bread.

Provided they don't indulge in a snowball fight first, everyone is then taken home.


EXCELSIOR

A scientist in Excelsior has come forward, claiming that he can solve the current metahuman crisis with science. Robots, he says, without intelligence. One that is programmed to follow human law by the letter. They do not need metahuman intervention. Their problems are caused by scientific minds, and so the solution must come from them.

The robots in question are mass-producted from cheap material. Their programming is… slapdash, at best. And there is no government sign-off on these robots, the eager scientist simply flings open the door to his lab and unleashes them upon the city. 

Rejoice, he cries, I, Sprocket Biggs have saved this city!

He has not.

The robots are doing what they are instructed to. They are intervening when they catch sight of someone endangering others, or breaking the law. Unfortunately Sprocket did not think to check what laws they were upholding, nor did he think to prune the more ridiculous ones that have entered legislation over the centuries. And so these poor, ridiculous creatures descend upon the unsuspecting populace with only their binary understanding of what is and isn’t a law.


Some of the laws the robots are adhering to are…

• It is illegal to attach a vending machine to a utility pole without prior consent from the utility company.

• No person may walk about in public if he or she has the common cold.

• Destroying a beer cask or bottle of another is illegal.

• It is illegal to entice girls away from the Maple Lane School for girls.

• X-rays may not be used to fit shoes.


(more laws here)

• All lollipops are banned.

• A law to reduce crime states: "It is mandatory for a motorist with criminal intentions to stop at the city limits and telephone the chief of police as he is entering the town.

• It is illegal to paint polka dots on the American flag.

• People may not buy a mattress on Sunday.

• All motor vehicles must be preceded by a man carrying a red flag (daytime) or a red lantern (nighttime) fifty feet in front of said vehicle.

• It is illegal to pretend that one's parents are rich.

• One may not spit on a bus.

• When two trains come to a crossing, neither shall go until the other has passed.

• You cannot buy meat of any kind on Sunday.

• No person may walk about in public if he or she has the common cold.   RCW 70.54.050
Exposing contagious disease -- Penalty. 
Every person who shall wilfully expose himself to another, or any animal affected with any contagious or infectious disease, in any public place or thoroughfare, except upon his or its necessary removal in a manner not dangerous to the public health; and every person so affected who shall expose any other person thereto without his knowledge, shall be guilty of a misdemeanor.

• A law to reduce crime states: "It is mandatory for a motorist with criminal intentions to stop at the city limits and telephone the chief of police as he is entering the town. This law was set up to curb an ever increasing crime rate in the area. Due to its sheer stupidity, however, it is needless to say that the law has affected nothing.

• You may not shuck peanuts on the street.

• It is illegal to display a hypnotized or allegedly hypnotized person in a store window.

• Dancing and drinking may not occur at the same establishment.

• You may not carry a concealed weapon that is over six feet in length.

• One may not spit on a bus.

• Those who sit on men's laps on buses or trains without placing a pillow between them face an automatic six-month jail term.

• No one may set fire to another person's property without prior permission.

• It is illegal to carry a fishbowl or aquarium onto a bus because the sound of the water sloshing may disturb other passengers.

• No one may kneel on a pedestrian skywalk.

• Spitting on city buses is outlawed.

• Persons may not wear a life jacket near a public body of water.

• TV's may not be bought on Sundays.

• Strippers may not come closer than four feet to any customer.

• No structure shall contain more than two toilets that use potable water for flushing.

• It is illegal to give noxious substances to a bird in any city park.

• You may not ride an ugly horse 

• And many more.


These misshapen, malfunctioning hunks of metal are not much of a threat to any metahuman. They’ll sound their klaxons and chase you with grabbing hands, intent on hefting you above their heads and taking you directly to the nearest authority. This could be a police offer, but it’s much more likely to anyone with authority nearby. Don’t be surprised if your captor rockets through the windows of a board meeting, dropping you in front of the CEO expectantly. 
They’re surprisingly durable, at least physically. It’s probably possible to overload them mentally without much effort, a simple logic puzzle or two might do. Or just bring up a few conflicting laws! Maybe even break as many as possible. Best to team up and grab a buddy so they don’t know who to chase.



CLIFF NOTES.


➢  New arrivals will be appearing in Central City. They fall from the skies and are caught moments before impact by magic users from the guilds.

➢  Taking advantage of thinned spots between dimensions caused by the Confluences and the recent opening to the Underworld, the otherdimensional tyrant known as the Forerunner is attacking the city.

➢  The Forerunner uses mind control devices and monsters to try to bring the city under his thumb. The mind control devices instill a sense of loyalty and devotion to the Forerunner.

➢ Those who are under his mind control will attack key infrastructure in the city, including hospitals. Players must defend themselves from a hoard of mind-controlled civilians, metas, and maybe even friends!

➢ This will last roughly one day before being brought under control. A heck of an entrance, though! In the aftermath, newbies will be brought to the DIADEM HOTEL.

➢ In Sunset Falls, the annual rituals to appease the Pumpkin King must be undertaken. The ritual involves showing him your truth. You must take a mask and put it on your face, and the mask's appearance will reflect your deepest truth.

➢ Two characters will be randomly paired together, and must share a truth about themselves. This can be any number of things, both possible and impossible, like the recovery of something long-lost (or gone forever), a short-term goal they're desperate to accomplish, or a lifelong dream they keep aspiring towards. Once done, the spirit is pleased and departs, allowing winter to come.

➢ In Excelsior, a scientist has made robots that are programmed to uphold the law! Unfortunately, he didn't specify which laws, and these robots are now trying to enforce some really weird ones.

➢ These robots are largely harmless. They're physically strong but mentally dim. They're mostly loud, bumbling, and doing their best. If caught, you'll be brought to the nearest authority - who can be anyone in a position of power, or who simply radiates authority.

➢ The easiest way to beat them is to break as many weird laws as possible. Team up and get creative. Or if you think you can take them head on, suit up and beat them up.

➢  Current Players are welcome to treat this as a bonus event. These events are canonically happening within the game but can be largely ignored if you'd prefer to use the month for personal plots. You can tag into the TDM, reference these prompts in network posts, or use them in your own logs.


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.


robintohood: (To lose this higher)

[personal profile] robintohood 2022-11-09 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jason slightly smirks back when he clinks his glass against Eliot's. Then he sips.

Jason had changed out of his body armor into mostly civilian clothes before hitting the bar but there are very small hints to what he actual is if one knows what to look for. His well-worn brown leather biker jacket isn't completely open, like there's something tucked under or he's hiding his inside pockets. His jeans are sturdy and just the right fit, not too tight or too loose. It's just enough for him to move or even run. His combat boots are also sturdy and look like they've been put to good use. Overall his outfit prioritizes functioning for heavy physical activities over fashion.

Meanwhile, Jason own suspicions don't go beyond Eliot possibly being one of the Starfallen. An invasion of monsters and robots seems precisely the kind of chaos a newcomer would get dropped into. Then there's how he apparently missed part of it, despite how widespread it was. The older man's explanation is possible but more likely not.

If Eliot is a newcomer, it's also interesting that he's not at Diadem Hotel. The place certainly haz a better bar than the dive they're in and he would've been given a very generous debit card from the Alliance by now. Eliot's lack of trust in authority was perhaps the most truthful thing he's said so far. Jason can't blame him for immediately running after getting dropped into Central if that's the case.

He looks back at the TV as it airs clips of the Alliance members' latest heroics]

Look at that. All that glory. It looks nice. Think people like them ever remember the little guy?

[Jason's curious to see what Eliot already knows and how he responds as he talks more about authority and the guilds]
greatairplane: (clinging to the protag's thighs)

Shang Qinghua // Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky | Scum Villain's Self-Saving System

[personal profile] greatairplane 2022-11-09 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
ONE MIND, ONE WILL

[Qinghua has two very effective strategies for dealing with danger: cling to the strongest person's thighs or play dead. The first ensured he was protected because he was too pathetic to kill. The second because everyone already assumed he was dead (or at least passed out) and thus not worth the effort.

So why was it that he found himself in a world where neither worked?!!

All of the monsters were mind-controlled by someone who wasn't even in this dimension so he couldn't cling to any of them! And when he'd attempted to play dead, several of them had tried to put something on his neck that would have made him mind-controlled!!

The only good luck he'd had so far was that the System was being much more useful than normal! It had even given him a warning that if he continued to play dead, he'd end up another slave to some guy called the Forerunner. What a terrible name. So uncreative. And it had then given him the option of 'do something heroic' or 'run away like a coward'.

He chose the coward option, of course. No need to put himself in further danger. But that also meant he was now at the mercy of whoever else was here to play hero.

Like that capable looking person over there. Qinghua ran to them as fast as his legs could carry him and slid to his knees in the last half so he could grab the hero-like figure around the waist and cry with mighty tears:]


Help! Please! I don't want to die!


[[OOC: if you have another scenario you want to do, go for it.]]
Edited 2022-11-09 23:31 (UTC)
greatairplane: (blushy happy)

Diadem Hotel

[personal profile] greatairplane 2022-11-09 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
It sure is.

[Someone replies from off to Shotaro's right, as equally wrapped up in soft bath robes, cucumbers, and all that.]

How long does this last again? A month? Two? However long it is, I'm getting this every day.
greatairplane: (chibi happy)

[personal profile] greatairplane 2022-11-09 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
A beautiful woman in skin-tight clothes that could give Sha Hualing a run for her money in terms of skill and power, not to mention looks. A rescue would only be better if it had come from Mobei-jun himself.

Ah... he hoped his King was getting along well without him.

Well, whether he was or not, he wasn't here so that meant Qinghua needed someone else to cling to. And this gorgeous hero offered herself up with a solid right hook into that monster's face. System! Who is this enchanting mistress?!

[Error. System Resetting.]

Ugh. Useless.

He clutched his hands in front of him and bent down, practically sitting on his heels as he gazed up at her with stars in his eyes. He's dressed like someone either pulled from the past or an actor doing a period piece for ancient China. He looks only a little worse for wear, but mostly he just looks pathetic.

"My Hero! Thank you so much! That thing was surely going to take over my mind and force me to do unspeakable things! I wouldn't be able to do anything to stop it! But you've come to save me! Please, help me find shelter!"

A civilian. Definitely.
twoinonetantei: (Shotaro Half-Boiled)

[personal profile] twoinonetantei 2022-11-10 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
Two months!

[ Shotaro's hand shoots up, dramatically flicking his wrist and holding up two fingers... even though neither of them can even see eachother. He paid close attention to what he'd been told, because of course he did. Even if he's a little half-boiled, he's still a detective. ]

Two months in the lap of luxury... way too good to be true, if you ask me, but for now?

[ He leans back, resting his hands behind his head. ]

I think I can let it slide for a lil while.
mydyingday: (talk2)

[personal profile] mydyingday 2022-11-10 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
[Jason could be carrying. The bulk of his clothes does a good job of hiding it. Depending on how he moves Eliot might be able to catch a glimpse of any weapons he might have, but that's not something he can depend on. It's a good thing that the kid doesn't seem like he's planning to do anyone any harm. At least, not here and now.

He snorts into his beer.
]

Nah. Anyone on the ground to help ain't posin' for the cameras.

[He thinks of the men he served with. The dozens of names he knew. The hundred-- thousands-- he didn't. They weren't there for glory. And anyone that was-- well, it didn't last.

The costumed clowns on the TV didn't look like they were serving anyone but themselves. Not really.
]
greatairplane: (crying)

[personal profile] greatairplane 2022-11-10 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
Look, no one's beating me up or trying to kill me or control my mind. As long as I can keep that going, and live like a movie star, I'm a-ok with it being too good to be true. So long as it actually lasts the two months. I'm going to be very upset if it gets cut short by even a day!

[Not that he'd be able to do much about it. He didn't have a respectable position as a Peak Lord here. Nor did he have his King to protect and pamper him.

Oh god. He was going to be back to being a pathetic loser in two months.]


AHHHHH! NOOO!

[He shot up, wailing at his realization. The cucumber slices flying which was probably a metaphor for something if he thought about No, he hadn't come to it before now. He'd been too busy worrying about his own skin.]

I've already spent so long working my way up! Now I'm back at the bottom!
robintohood: (And a soldier)

[personal profile] robintohood 2022-11-10 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Jason's always careful with how he moves whenever he's armed and in a seedy place. Perhaps even more so this time as he can feel a few bruises blossoming on his torso. He tries not to move too much and trying to look casual about it, like he's just a guy who generally prefers to keep to himself]

Yeah. On one hand, nice to have superheroes around. On the other hand, it's hard not to think some of them are blowhards.

[At least the Justice League didn't quite care about PR as much as the Alliance seems to]
yotsubahime: (I think that's perfect.)

[personal profile] yotsubahime 2022-11-10 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
Alice couldn't help but laugh at the byplay between this girl - Erika? - and her partner. That was partly to cover her relief at being right, mind, but this was a new personality to her, and it was refreshing in a way. Mana and Rikka were great, really, but the way they interacted with her was a known quantity. This was different. "But the fact that he is comfortable enough with you to do that is a positive signal, too," Alice added. "I do not imagine he would do that if he worried you would actually be offended, hm?" She directed that at the fairy in Erika's arms, who... Lance didn't seem to recognize, which made sense given he was a newborn when they'd met, and who didn't seem to recognize him either.

...the "a lot of us" comment would wait another moment. One thing at a time.
mirror_soldier: (Why do I feel like this?)

[personal profile] mirror_soldier 2022-11-10 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Jason wasn't wrong about that assessment. Calm as he appeared, he could feel a mess of violent emotions still squirming under the surface, and it wouldn't be hard to set them off again. He really did need to get out of here. Make his way back to the hotel. If he was going to have another meltdown he could at least do it in private.

The lack of judgment in Jason's tone is appreciated, though all he can give in response is another stiff nod.

Taking care of the bill is easier than Thad assumed it would be. After clumsily explaining what had happened, the people working there only seemed interested in getting him out of there as quickly as possible. They weren't paid enough to make a fuss over a new meta breaking a mirror.

Payment taken care of he numbly follows Jason out.
]

Are you with one of the guilds?

[He asks with a tone that makes it sound like his real question is "I'm I in trouble?"]
stormthestormingstorm: (Default)

One Mind, One Will

[personal profile] stormthestormingstorm 2022-11-10 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
[She isn't.]

[A few gasps and frightened cries ring through the crowd Diamond is trying to guide as an Automata stumbles out from around the corner. Though something doesn't look right, sparks fly from several damaged points and its chest and head seem coated by some glowing blue light. Before it can attack something comes down from above, slamming into it and shoving it facedown onto the street.

Kaladin straightens up, standing on top of the Automata as it struggles and scrabbles at the ground to try and lift itself up but it remains stuck as if glued in place.]


We need to move, this position isn't secure! [He sweeps the glowing spear back to point behind himself.] There's a fortified site a few streets down, we need to reach it!

[He stops a moment, taking a breath, as if hesitating to ask his next question but he knows it must be done. There's too many here and too many of the enemy.]

Can anybody here fight?
stormthestormingstorm: (Default)

[personal profile] stormthestormingstorm 2022-11-10 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
[Kaladin frowned at the sarcasm but he opted to not match it, remaining silent. He tilted his head, inspecting the back of Wally's neck in return. The way the fabric seemed to retract and reform was interesting. What was that made of?

He held the spear for another second before nodding and simply letting it go. Instead of clanging to the ground it dissipated into a puff of silvery mist before vanishing, Syl returning to her unseen form to remain invisible for now.

Kaladin straightened out of his battle stance and let out a breath. Not quite relaxed but at least not immediately ready to fight.]


I don't suppose the enemy decided to give up and retreat while I've been here.

[There's the sarcasm.]
mirror_soldier: (Glare)

[personal profile] mirror_soldier 2022-11-10 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
Wait, wait, what? Since when could you do that? How can you do that?!

[He'd studied Bart's timeline a hundred times over and he'd never seen him get that ability. He'd never heard of ANY speedster with that ability! So how did interfering with his timeline lead to him learning an ability that complex? An ability Thad not only wasn't capable of but couldn't have even conceived the possibility of.

It was infuriating to think about. He can barely even bring himself to care about the answer to the question he'd asked. Even if notes of that answer were somewhat alarming.
]
robintohood: (Cause I don't give a damn)

[personal profile] robintohood 2022-11-10 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
I'm not.

[It's the truth and it feels like the best answer to give. Jason recognizes that Thad thinks he's in trouble. He'd much rather get Bart or someone else more familiar with Thad to be involved before any of the guilds do. The guilds may not recognizes the nuances of the situation and they might care more about recruitment instead]

Just happened to hear something and went to check. How're you feeling?
kid_flash_found: (bat-bart)

[personal profile] kid_flash_found 2022-11-10 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
Started with exposure to something meant to give normal folks superspeed. I don't actually know exactly the specific details. I was too much Impulse at the time to not be bored with the explanations. Sorry.

[And he does regret that. He's never really had the time or place to study the specifics. And the prospects of being a lab subject ever again aren't really on his agenda.]

Look, I don't know what to tell you. This is just...a part of me. One, to be honest, I mostly ignore unless the situation is right. It just isn't...well, you know how dangerous the speed force is. How few people survive it for any length of time.
doctopoda: (slenderman)

[personal profile] doctopoda 2022-11-10 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Fine." Otto can't entirely agree with the approach, but teamwork makes the dream work! As long as he's free to deal with the civilians, it doesn't matter so much to him what this other guy's up to.

That said, there isn't much time for further conversation. Another wave is coming, and Otto launches back into it. The civilians aren't so bad to deal with, if it's only them. They can't do too much; Otto can easily coil a single actuator around one to hold them still while the claw crushes the chip in the back of their neck, and so take out two or three at a time. If the stranger can keep the stronger troops off his back, it's little trouble. So...hopefully he's actually doing that.

The work of it...well. He hopes he's not inadvertently training the things on how to crush certain other chips, but needs must.
greatairplane: (shy happy)

Pumpkin King

[personal profile] greatairplane 2022-11-10 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Qinghua picks up a mask of his own and glances over at the man, then does a double take. He'd seen plenty of crazy non-humans in his life. And he remembered quite a few sci-fi movies from his past life, too. But it was way different from seeing an actual living cyborg (or what looked like a cyborg) standing right next to him.

So cool]


Ah.... um...

[He stumbled over his words, tongue not wanting to cooperate with him as dozens of questions - many of them very inappropriate to ask someone he just met - raced through his mind. It took him a minute but he finally settled on a nervous sort of laugh as he replied to the question asked.]

Maybe he doesn't want to retire?

[One of the questions asked anyway.]
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[personal profile] smallvillegazette 2022-11-10 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
[The situation is a strange one, and there's danger lurking not too far away, but Lois can't help feeling incredibly fond in this moment, with Kon offering his awkward explanation and defending Clark's integrity, as if there was even a second where she might have thought he'd cheat on her.

There's curiosity there, too. Wondering who made Kon, what human contributed the DNA, how his Clark must feel about this, what sort of life he's led until now, but she knows when to turn off the reporter in favor of just being a person.

She takes his hand without hesitation once it's offered and he's formally introduced himself, giving it a firm shake.]


It's wonderful to meet you, Kon-El. [She uses the full name out of respect, not presuming that she immediately counts as a friend just because of her relationship to Clark.] If the city wasn't under siege, I'm sure you know I'd have a hundred follow up questions, but let's start with what should I call you when you're in costume, and how can I help with the situation outside?

[She hadn't been too inclined to ask any other heroes, not when she doesn't know them from Adam, but she'll make the offer to Kon. It's a sign of trust, more than anything. If his Clark gave him a Kryptonian name, it must mean he approves, and that's enough for her, for now.]
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ourpowers | Text | UN: Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky

[personal profile] greatairplane 2022-11-10 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
are you like in some sort of human-host-and-symbiote relationship? how much can you shape-shift? are you always sort of cybertechy?

[The User Name is in Chinese and has been thoughtfully translated to "Airplane shooting towards the sky". The actual translation is a much more obvious masturbation joke, which Cypher would understand better than most given his abilities.]
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[personal profile] greatairplane 2022-11-10 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
I'm pretty sure it did!

[A voice chimed in from somewhere off to Hardison's left. If and/or when Hardison would to look, he'd see a young man peeking out from where he'd been hiding inside a broken storefront. With the coast clear for the moment, Qinghua hastily climbed out. He was dressed in period clothes of high quality that looked like he'd come straight from a movie shoot or a theater rehearsal. Or, if Hardison had been around long enough to learn about the whole confluence stuff, he might be able to guess at a third option: someone from a different time period entirely.]

You hit him like a the last home run of season. Just bam! And wooooo did he go flying!

It. He? Probably an it. Do mindless drones even have a concept of gender? If this was PIDW I could check but this is an entirely different genre...

[...yeah probably not a time traveler.

He's snapped out of his introspection by a loud noise and jumps to scurry behind Hardison.]


Since you've got so much oomph in your swing, you should be able to protect both of us, right?
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[personal profile] greatairplane 2022-11-10 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
[She's not the only shopper out and about. While pursuing clothing options, she'll find herself next to a young man muttering quietly to himself about the cost and benefits of various options on display. He definitely has opinions because as she's picking up one of those shirts designed for the invulnerable, he spots her and shakes his head.]

Terrible value. Go with a brand that enchants the cloth, not a science-based chemical concoction. Chemicals can be counter-acted easier with the right formula. Enchantments are more random and if it fails you'll have an easier time arguing for a refund or replacement. Most of the chemical ones have really tight and limited warranties, but I read all the magic ones and most of them are based on the integrity of the spell-casters on staff for the fashion houses involved. A lot of legal wiggle room.
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[personal profile] weaponised 2022-11-10 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ he glances up at the stranger, spinning the mask by one of the eyeholes on one taloned finger. well.. this isn't new vanaheim, so maybe he shouldn't be surprised by the slight misunderstanding. ]

I had a slightly less.. voluntary idea for his retirement, [ he says as tactfully as he can manage under the circumstances. he talks to lots of civilians when he can, but even the civilians at home are pretty jaded after so much time beneath the branches of yggdrasil. ] If he's causing problems for people..

[ he shrugs gently, then pulls the mask on over his face. its carvings immediately change, becoming runic carvings, a tiny child figure, feathers. ]

Pack him up, kick him out, send him to some tropical island instead. [ what'd you think he meant? ]
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[personal profile] mirror_soldier 2022-11-10 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Leaving was definitely a good idea, and he nods in agreement. But when Cass pulls the wad of cash out he looks slightly confused until she asks if he still wants the clothes he was trying on.]

You don't need to do that. I have a card they gave me for paying for supplies.

[They probably weren't expecting property damage to be added to the charges though. Didn't they mention charges would be monitored? Here's hoping they wouldn't pull the card before he got everything he'd deemed essential.

Maybe just letting her pay would avoid that, but he was already somewhat reluctantly getting financial help from one source, he didn't like the idea of accepting more from someone else.

Briefly ducking into the nearest changing room, he grabbed for his card and spandex, stopping when he remembered the glass still in his hand. Deciding the issue was no longer worth being discreet over he vibrated the molecules of his hand and lets the glass fall out of it. Hopefully, Cass wouldn't see but if she did, she did. It would be obvious enough from the wadded-up spandex that he was likely a meta.

And it wasn't as if he had an identity worth keeping secret.

Turning back to Cass he showed the card to prove his point.
]
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On mobile. No html from me for a bit.

[personal profile] greatairplane 2022-11-10 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
[[oh that's an interesting effect. Qinghua leans in closer to study it. As he does, one hand comes up to rest a finger on his lower lip and tap it a couple times. The way someone might do with a pen or pencil.]]

So the masks have a special effect component...

[[He mutters this mostly to himself before pulling back and crossing his arms, rejoining the conversation.]]

He's probably too powerful for anyone to kick him out. And if he's that powerful, then it's better to appease him and hope he thinks you're not worth remembering or paying attention to.

[[He shrugs and puts on his mask. When it settles into place the mask shifts and the image that forms...

...is a loading screen?

No. No. It's the flashing of a small, single blue-green bar on the upper left-hand corner of an otherwise black and blank field that takes up the rest of the mask.

After a moment, characters began to appear, as if someone had begun typing. Typing very fast. In Chinese. After less than a minute the screen was filled with words and the typing just continued, the writing being pushed up and off the visible screen as the writer simply didn't stop.]]

Well? Did it give me something cool?
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[personal profile] mirror_soldier 2022-11-10 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
[It took some amount of restraint to not instinctively respond with a straightforward "I feel like I punched a mirror". Jason probably wasn't looking for a response quite that literal. Which was too bad, Thad would have preferred the literal answer over trying to articulate his emotions.

Eventually, he settles for shrugging.
]

Bad. But less likely to punch inanimate objects.

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