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TEST DRIVE MEME: OCTOBER EDITION
TEST DRIVE MEME
A Confluence, capitalized, is the converging of one or more supernatural forces. It’s common to see these at least once a month, but you might see two or three in an especially wild one. Only one of these confluences brings in people from other worlds.
Your arrival is a welcome one! Though not all the following confluences will be so joyous, the people of this world are taking you as a sign that things are finally settling down.
With that being said, you might notice that the history of this world is… changing. The world itself seems to be altering bit by bit as it settles into its new timeline. Where once metahumans as powerful as you were a rarity, now there’s a plethora of them.
You can be Neutral, living your life as an ordinary person without using your powers. But the moment you decide to make use of them, you need to make a choice.
Will you join the Guardian Alliance and use your powers for the sake of others?
Or will you join The Society, and use them for yourself?
Your arrival is a welcome one! Though not all the following confluences will be so joyous, the people of this world are taking you as a sign that things are finally settling down.
With that being said, you might notice that the history of this world is… changing. The world itself seems to be altering bit by bit as it settles into its new timeline. Where once metahumans as powerful as you were a rarity, now there’s a plethora of them.
You can be Neutral, living your life as an ordinary person without using your powers. But the moment you decide to make use of them, you need to make a choice.
Will you join the Guardian Alliance and use your powers for the sake of others?
Or will you join The Society, and use them for yourself?
BRAVE NEW WORLD. CENTRAL CITY.
You’re falling through the sky. Wherever you were before, whatever you were doing – it no longer matters. You find yourself hurtling towards the earth at unprecedented speeds. Thunder rolls and lightning crashes, and you smash into the hard pavement of an unfamiliar modern city.
But you’re fine. Not a scratch on you.
Around you, other people are falling like meteors. Colliding into the pavement of this street – it appears as though it was blocked off, as though someone knew you were coming. You barely have the time to process what just happened before you feel it. Something extends its presence to you, equal parts a welcome and a warning.
You are here for a reason, though that reason is yours to define. Do not let Her decide for you.
No sooner do those words enter your mind than do you hear the crash, barely having time to duck as something throws a car towards your head. The city has come alive – literally. Bits of iron and steel are weaving together to form an Iron Giant, one hellbent on knocking you and all those who fell with you right back into the sky.
It looks like you have a choice: fight, or flee.
Whether you defeat the enemy or wait to be rescued, eventually the Guilds will arrive. Heroes and villains in brilliant costumes surveying the scene, agreeing to work together just long enough to get all the new metahumans off of the streets and into somewhere more secure.
With a flash and a bang, you find yourself standing in what appears to be a school gymnasium. There, you’ve given medical treatment, something to eat, and told exactly what has happened to you – you’ve been displaced and granted into another world. You can go home, but it’s temporary – for now, at least. And they’re here to get you settled.
Once you’ve been given the introduction to your situation, you’re given the proverbial keys to a pretty lavish location. 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 for just a small taste. 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 access to a credit card provided by Winters Industries 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... unless you go completely overboard, that is.
There's a shopping center immediately across the street. It has an impressive array of outlet shops 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 premiere of RUN BOY RUN, a story about a young boy who is granted the ability to speak to people’s shoes – but spends every waking minute of his life ignoring his calling. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you’ll rethink what it means to have powers – and you’ll come out with a new appreciation for fine footwear.
You’ll also find a celebration in the (quickly being rebuilt) streets. It’s become an impromptu street faire, with food vendors and other craftsmen popping up to celebrate the world returning to normal. A sign that the meta-energy isn’t going anywhere, anytime soon and the weird world you’ve been thrust into is happy to have you.
For now, at least. It’s Central City. Their opinions change like the weather.
HALLOWEEN FRIGHTS. SUNSET FALLS.
Sunset Falls is a terrifying place to live at the best of times, but it’s especially heinous during the month of October. The residents often find themselves plagued by out of towners who visit the leylines to conduct poorly researched rituals. Most of the time, these end with the summon beasts simply devouring the fools who brought them into this world before expiring.
This time, however…
A new shop appears within the village, Randor’s Resplendence, and it offers sweets, treats, and tricks. The proprietor, Rancor, is a tiny man of about fifty with a charming smile and a persuasive attitude. You will find yourself unable to even consider hurting this sweet old man, and though he might not be able to convince you to buy anything, you will find yourself wanting to take a candy or two.
➢ Red candies cause your passions to run wild. You may find yourself suddenly falling in love, or hate. The further you give in to your passions, the hotter the fire within you runs. Careful not to burn anyone!
➢ Blue candies cause you to rethink your life entirely. Abandon your name, abandon your job, and become who you were truly meant to be. If you are an ambitious person you become complacent, and slackers will suddenly find themselves becoming over achievers. However, the deeper you fall into this transformation – the more you find yourself wanting to scream. And a banshee’s scream is lethal.
➢ Green candies seem to have a delayed effect. You may find yourself looking at an item you never cared about before – and now you want all of it. And you can and will attack that stranger for their pretty broach. Before long you will find yourself sprouting scales as the dragonification process sets in.
➢ Yellow candies cause you to burst into song, singing your heart’s greatest desire for all to hear. Those who hear you will be drawn to your siren’s song.
All of these candies will wear off after 72 hours.
SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES. EXCELSIOR.
Excelsior has had it rough the last few months. Though the power grid is back on, the lingering effects of the outage have left their mark. Entertainment is scarce, and in these dire times, the kids make up their own fun. Rumors of a dangerous new game spread quickly throughout the schools, both civilian and guild alike. Passing by any infected device turns you into a player, whether you want to be or not.
It spreads through an app. The app, called SURVIVOR, appears on your home screen after you’ve encountered it. The icon is a garbled mess of pixels, seeming to glitch further the more you look at it.
The moment you interact with this app – whether to open it or to delete it – you’ve sealed your fate. The connection between your mind and body is severed, and your mind is thrust into the realm of the game. And much like a zombie from a horror movie, your body begins to move on its own – wandering the streets to spread the infection, at least until other orders come.
As for your mind – well, SURVIVOR is just as it says: it’s a survival game.
You find yourself standing in the middle of a replica of Excelsior. Some will find themselves designed as HUNTERS, armed with a weapon of their choice and told to do as Hunters do: hunt. Hunters who fail to fulfill their roles will find themselves forced into it: they'll be transformed into a monstrous creature, feral, bloodthirsty, and lacking self control. There are many Hunters in the game who have already suffered this fate; they stalk the streets, eager to find prey to devour.
The rest are PREY. There are more prey than Hunters, and they are given no weapons. Death in this simulated world is not permanent, though the pain is very real. Any who fall to the hunters will find themselves trapped in a digital hell, able to watch but do nothing to assist their team until the Gamemaker resets the match. While Prey are given no weapons, they are welcome to find makeshift weapons to utilize to the best of their abilities.
Discerning who is a Hunter and who is Prey is easy: clothing is color-coded. Hunters are dressed in all black, Prey all have bright colors. Changing clothing within the game is not possible, but Prey may attempt to hide what they are by painting over their clothes with paint, or dirt, but it's not a permanent fix, and any substances will fade after an hour, leaving them to need to find something else to cover it with.
In order to survive this nightmare you must outwit, outlast, and outstand your opponents – and, most of all, outsmart the Gamemaker. There are weaknesses in the code that can be manipulated by magic, technology, or might – break the game to break free.
CLIFF NOTES.
➢ In Central City, the city itself is coming alive - forming into a massive Iron Giant that's intent on shoving Starfallen right back to where they had originally come from.
➢ Off in Sunset Falls, tourists are enjoying all things Halloween-y. There is also a new shop that is offering out some suspicious candies that, depending on the type, cause different status effects.
➢ Excelsior is experiencing a virus problem - one that is causing people to get stuck in a virtual reality horror game where everyone must fight to survive.
➢ You do not need an invite to play on the TDM! But you do need an invite to join the game. Current players can extend one invite this cycle.
➢ 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.
WILDCARD
The world you've landed in is one that takes inspiration from all walks of comics. Explore the CITIES away from the chaos occurring to get an idea of what day to day life life is like. Something is always happening, whether it be big and bombastic as supernatural entities invading or as subtle as cats getting stuck in trees.
Perhaps you've encountered a supervillain (or hero) who needs to be thwarted, or a metahuman with unusual powers creating bizarre effects. Maybe you yourself are here to take advantage of the chaos, benefitting from other's suffering.
Perhaps you've encountered a supervillain (or hero) who needs to be thwarted, or a metahuman with unusual powers creating bizarre effects. Maybe you yourself are here to take advantage of the chaos, benefitting from other's suffering.
QUESTIONS & ENGAGEMENT.
Barbara Gordon | DC Comics | Current
1. ᴄᴇɴᴛʀᴀʟ ᴄɪᴛʏ
Crashlanding into the ground, with a strange voice in her head. Then, throw straight into a fight for god knows what reason with a massive Iron Giant. Then, the weirdest blitz welcome—complete with a posh hotel room, nearly unlimited credit card, non-governmental benefactors "Winter Industries," a none-too-subtle-speech about which side to choose if she wanted to wear a cap outside.
The first thing she bought was a laptop. We know, you're so shocked.
Babs has just settled into a nearby coffee shop to work on cracking the network here, too.
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Barbara stops at the coffee shop, puts in her order then turns to find a good spot to sit and just relax when she spots a nearly familiar face in the room. She isn't spotted in return, so she grabs a second order before walking over to place the fresh drink in front of the other redhead.
"Hope you don't mind, I guessed on the flavor." So she just ordered a second of what she likes, it's bound to be acceptable.
Taking a seat across from Barbara, she shakes her head and smiles, "Hi, I'm Barbara."
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Welp. Jason supposes it was only a matter of time before she got her own double too. Apparently, the BatFamily is just prone to it under the confluences.
"Anything good so far?" He says casually and helping himself to the seat across from her.
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2. ꜱᴜɴꜱᴇᴛ ꜰᴀʟʟꜱ
Does Barbara remember how she got here? Why she came here? Nope. Not really. Not important. All that matters is that she's here now in an odd little Halloween Town. She'd say she's not all that much of a candy aficionado, but after living with Cas and Steph for a while, she sometimes craves the worst things.
Besides, what could visiting a candy store hurt? It's the most innocuous thing about this place, with its weird history of monsters and ritual flock followers. Plus, that grandfatherly guy behind the counter was just too lovely and charming, getting a chuckle from her more than once, and how could she say no after that, too?
When in Rome, she thinks with a soft smile, gesturing at the sweets
"Could I get an assortment bag so I don't have to choose yet?"
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She steps into the quaint little candy shop just in time to catch the shopkeeper giving another girl the hard sell. The guy doesn't seem entirely sure about giving her the assortment bag, it sounds like, and Grace, busybody that she is, can't help but chime in.
"I'd go for red. It's... always the best candy flavor."
At least in her opinion.
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Watch out, Babs, there's a high-velocity Blackhawk bearing down on you; one that has no idea this Skipper isn't the one she knows so well. To this particular Babs, it probably looks like this:
A petite blonde bombshell moving at the speed of glee, barrelling towards her and coming in for the kind of hug that really tends to work best when the huggee is ready and braced for it. "Look at you, up 'n about!"
3. ᴇxᴄᴇʟꜱɪᴏʀ
Barbara swears as she turns in a circle, looking in every direction. A second ago, she'd tapped a stupid glitching square on her phone, about to remove whatever offending malware from this world had decided it was allowed to hack her back. And now she was here. Excelsior, but not. Just this side of not solid enough, like the city was laid out in computer graphics.
Then, just as suddenly:
In front of her, floating in the air, are the words "HUNTER,"
and then "Select your weapons" followed by a dropdown of options to tap on.
Grace | Stray Gods | Clever trait
[Grace has had a lot of weird things happen to her lately, but suddenly falling through the sky and crashing into the pavement still ranks pretty high.
For a moment she just lays there, breathing heavily and staring into the sky, wondering how in the world she isn't dead. Sure, immortality and all, but she's pretty sure she still can't survive a fall like that.
And then there's a voice speaking in her head, and Grace grimaces, sitting up and looking around.]
Oh great. Which god was that?
[Except she's met everyone by now, and she's pretty sure none of the Idols can do... whatever that was.
Before she can spend too much time pondering it, though, there's the sound of stomping, and she scrambles to her feet, turning in time to see the Iron Giant approaching.
Grace stumbles back a few steps, eyes scanning for someone to hide - and fast.]
Oh you gotta be kidding me!
B: Material Girl
[Grace gets told a room will be ready for her shortly, and to make herself comfortable while she waits. She spends a little time looking around the lobby and the rest of the first floor, marveling at how nice this hotel is. Sure, she's seen a lot of Olympus now, but since she can't bear to part with the apartment she and Freddie lived in, she's never stayed anywhere so... swanky.
Eventually she finds her way to the hotel bar, sitting at a table for two with a martini on the way. While she waits, she flips the new credit card with her name on it back and forth, looking at it in the dim bar lights.]
I gotta admit... this is a lot nicer welcome than the last one.
[You know, when she got accused of murder and told she was going to be executed. ...Damn, her bar is low.]
C: Pumped Up Kicks
[Grace had thought coming to visit Excelsior would be fun. It's supposed to be the tech capitol of this version of Earth - maybe she could have seen the newest smartphones, or maybe a cool robot!
Instead, she's been sucked into some terrible virtual reality game, and she's the prey. Decked out in brighter colors than she would ever choose to wear on her own, Grace is left to fend for herself, running and hiding from any hunters.
She's currently crouched behind a dumpster, watching the street beyond the alleyway closely for any movement.]
Damn it, why aren't I the god of... giant hammers, or something.
[[OOC: Grace is a Greek god, specifically one of the Muses! If your character is divine themselves or able to sense it, feel free to notice; though she isn't hiding who and what she is, so it may come up in conversation anyway. Grace is post-game so she's not concerned with revealing herself to mortals.
Grace's power is the ability to make people sing what's in their hearts, so if you'd like to play with that lmk. Hit me up at
( b )
[ persephone is lounging by the bar as well, making sure her personal space was respected. which it had better be. ]
perfect journal name
thank you
Jules Jourdain (Circuitbreaker) | DC Comics | New
Wildcard -
central b
Donnie pulls back with a yelp as the big thing staggers and then swipes a large hand at the flying turtle. He zips back, dropping down onto the car that had nearly smashed into Jules earlier.
"Okay, so that didn't quite go as planned."
!! Green friend
:D
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Hi! The weekend sure got away from me whoops.
Hellooo! Haha, it happens
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Helena Bertinelli/The Huntress | DC comics | current
.red + blue.
.hunted.
.wildcard.
[Central]
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Bette Kane | DC Comics
[One second, Bette had been trying to convince Bumblebee and Dove to give the Titans West another chance. After all, a new team had been forming in Bludhaven, why couldn't they form one in LA again? The next second...
Had she blinked? Had she stepped into a portal? Had the skies turned momentarily read? She wasn't sure, but hurtling through the sky she suddenly missed the wingpack she'd worn back as Hawkfire. She might have been able to glide down a little more gracefully. Her Flamebird costume, though, was a little more showy, a little less functional. And so she hits the pavement. Hard. She's barely recovered from that when she hears the voice in her head.]
Yeah yeah, I've already stopped letting Kate decide for me. It's why I left West - wait.
[She sits up, looking around her. This isn't Gotham City. This isn't LA. Is this - where is she? And what's that about...no, it obviously wasn't about Kate trying to guide Bette's crimefighting career? What the hell is going on? Oh, it's that. A giant robot thing, forming right before her very eyes.]
Oh, great. Must be a Wednesday.
[She reaches into her utility belt for an electrified, bird-shaped boomerang. It won't do much, but it's a start. There's no way she's running from this fight, no matter where she is.]
Diadem Hotel
[If there's one thing Bette's familiar with, it's the life of the obscenely rich. You don't grow up a Kane girl without a certain measure of wealth and privilege in your life, and so despite the fact that she's learned about how she's been yanked away from her home universe to this place, she's...surprisngly comfortable. Maybe it's because she hasn't really given it much thought yet. Maybe it's because she's glad for the fresh start. This isn't LA. This isn't Gotham. She isn't beholden to the Titans. She isn't beholden to Batwoman or Batman. For the first time in a long time - since she first became Flamebird - she's on her own. It feels freeing, and she's going to revel in that freedom fir a little bit. At least for now.
Which means a shopping spree. And maybe some boba. They have boba in this universe, right?]
Halloween
[Bette's always enjoyed a lemon drop, but she's not certain that's what this yellow candy is. It gleams in her hand though, all glossy and tantalizing. She'd only popped into the shop to see what they had to offer, but the little man, as soon as he'd seen her, humming to herself while looking over the candies - she'd almost chosen red - came over and suggested the yellow ones. He'd suggested that they complimented her mood perfectly, and wasn't it unfair that the red flavors always got top billing when the yellow ones were just as good? He wasn't wrong, she realized. Starburst had special packs for their red flavors, Sour Punch Bites had their Rad Reds bag. But what about the yellow candies?
Even Nightwing preferred reds to yellows.She pops the candy in her mouth as she leaves the shop, and soon, her humming turns into her singing softly. At least at first.]
Something has changed within me. Something is not the same. I'm through with playing by the rules of someone else's game...
Halloween
Oh, no.
[ She curls her fingers around the candies and looks for the source of the song. ]
Not Wicked.
[ Has she maybe felt envious of Elphaba's ability to take hold of her own own destiny? Is there some small part of her that wishes she, too, could be popular?
Maybe. That's not the point. ]
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Central (Also, hello! Good to see you again!)
As he helps the crowd, he goes past Bette and then notices the weapon in her hand. Once the wave of people are far away enough, he turns to looks back at her]
Well, well.
Hey there! Good to see you again too! :)
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Oh dear. That cape…
It was A LOOK.
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Godzilla | Godzilla: the Series | Returning with memories
Shit. The falling down to Earth wasn't great the first time around; the big guy hasn't gotten any better at it since. Please, please tell him he has the charm...
Got it.
Central City, for now, is spared the collateral damage of a thirty story kaiju dropping down onto the street; instead, the charm lets Godzilla return to a more manageable height of eight feet. Sure, this no doubt startled a few people for several reasons - and rightfully so - but the tall lizard puffs out his chest anyway, looking proud at his quick reflexes and quicker thinking. You're welcome, everybody.
The moment doesn't last, between the ominous greeting and the iron giant coming to life and looking for a fight. Godzilla almost looks disappointed; he goes through the effort of minimizing his physical impact, only for another giant creature to come along? At least no one blame him for this fit of property damage.
The damage from Godzilla growing out to tackle the iron giant so hard, it slides down the street? Sure, he'll own up to that. Just let him roar at the bot in a warning likely to go ignored. Interestingly, he steps in front of the group of newcomers and guild members protectively while preparing to fight. A few members of the Guardian Alliance seem to recognize the big lizard and cheer him on, too, calling his name.
'Godzilla'.
2. Sunset Falls
Ah, Sunset Falls...always a cozy place to visit, no matter the time of year. Even when enduring its own share of problems, it holds onto that warm sense of community it's always had. It's great to see it again. The sweet old man hardly seems bothered by Godzilla's appearance, even welcoming him to try the candy. It's innocent enough; a red candy is popped into his mouth to try out. Humans make the most interesting foods! How bad could this one be?
Lo and behold, whoever happens to bump into the eight foot tall lizard's stuck on the receiving end of scaly cuddles and nudges that insist on pets and scritches. Maybe they'll even get a lick on the cheek! He's friendly, honest!
1. Central City
Except a big metal monster rampaging around is kind of interrupting his day by way of some cops hurriedly closing off a street right in front of him. Real rude. In exasperation he decides to go see what all the fuss is about and turns down an alley way, eventually coming to the road where all the action is happening.
His attention, though, doesn't turn to the iron giant, but to the big lizard that looks like he's gearing up for a fight. He stares for a moment, then starts approaching as if this wasn't some hugely dangerous catastrophe, his crutch clacking on the ground. "The fuck? Did one of that brat's dinosaurs get loose?"
An entirely reasonable assumption, except those dinosaurs are in an area enclosed by an electric fence and all the way in Arcadia outside of Excelsior. How the hell did one get over here to Central?
((Wondering what your preference is regarding characters recognizing the name Godzilla? Accelerator is Japanese and has seen kaiju movies, though he wouldn't have seen Godzilla 1998, so I can go either way!))
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"Wait, no..."
The turtle flips down his goggles, scanning the area until he spies the much smaller form. "Shrunk??" That's...an interesting trick. Convenient even, all things considered. Case in point- surprising the big ol' metal titan that's suddenly popped up to swat at freshly Starfallen.
Donnie flies down to perch at a roof's edge to watch. Just like the movies but in real-time! Can anyone blame a teenager for thinking this is cool? He might rethink his priorities later but right now he's grabbing a quick selfie with these two in the backgr- oh they're much closer than he thought.
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tickled by the username btw XD
Thank you, I love me a terrible pun XD
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will solace ☀ riordianverse
[ Will has become somewhat an expert at falling recently. Falling down steep inclines, falling from the clutches of giant demon-birds, and even falling down a literal river of pain. So he'd hoped he'd be done with falling for awhile, but that's not in the cards today. He takes stock of the situation, which doesn't take long because the situation is that the ground is rapidly getting closer and Will has no way of slowing himself down.
So he prays to his dad. Hey, Dad, it's Will. Sorry I don't have offerings but I'm plunging toward certain death so if you could help out I'd really, really appreciate it. Love, Will.
The ground keeps rushing toward him. He's rapidly running out of ideas so, with mere feet left, he squeezes his eyes shut and hopes for the best. Will hits the pavement and his eyes fly open with surprise. He's not dead. He's not even hurt. Shakily, he pulls himself out of the new Will-shaped crater. He takes a shaky breath and whispers: ] Thanks, Dad.
[ Was it actually Apollo? He suspects not. But he's not about to take the chance and not show gratitude. ]
the iron giant
[ This is unpleasantly familiar.
But this time, instead of his fellow demigods, people in bright costumes are intervening. They all look like they're straight from a comic book and Will can't help but grin a little. He was never much of a fighter, so there's nothing he can do to help on that front. But he's more than capable of herding people and carrying stragglers to safety. He hands children to their parents, he carries the elderly on his back, he does what he can to help.
The Giant steps hard on the pavement, and a wide crack opens that nearly sends Will plummeting (again). His quick reflexes keep him from that fate, but he has scant seconds to help the people dangling helplessly above the abyss of broken concrete and rebar. ]
Take my hand!
street faire
[ Will likes people. He likes being surrounded by the texture of life-- the sights and sounds of celebration, the smell of cooking food, even the enthusiasm of people hawking their wares. He overhears snippets of conversations about meta humans and heroes and guilds. They talk openly about the Iron Giant and people falling from the sky, but none of them seem panicked the way mortals usually are.
He turns that over in his head as he ducks his way through the crowd. Perhaps he's not as attentive as he should be when he accidentally walks into someone (or, maybe, they walk into him). ]
Oh, sorry!
[ Maybe he lucked out and nothing got spilled on him this time. ]
sunset falls
[ Any demigod worth their salt would know that the candies are a trap. But the moment the old man opens his mouth, the trap is already sprung and Will doesn't even consider refusing the offer of free candy. He takes a yellow candy and thanks the sweet, harmless old man before being on his way.
It never occurs to him not to eat it.
He thinks nothing of it when he starts to sing. He's a child of Apollo and of Naomi Solace, of course he sings. But he doesn't have the raw talent some of his half-siblings do, so he usually sings songs he already knows. But not this time. Will sings about his deepest desire-- to be stronger. It's probably a song worthy of a shonen anime protagonist, but the desire for strength comes from somewhere deeper. He's a healer and he wouldn't trade that for anything. But he wants to be strong enough to prevent the injuries in the first place.
He sings beautifully, but the way he enraptures people is new. Mesmerizing singing isn't one of his demigod talents. Will finds he can't stop, like the magnetism drawing others to him affects his ability to stop singing.
Slowly, distantly, a sinking feeling sets in. ]
Iron Giant
And then, rather suddenly, he’s lost contact with the ground and drops like a rock. Thank Hades for the broken pipe - he almost misses the catch, and water is spraying hard against his back from across the chasm with the force of a fire hydrant.
He would very much not like to find out if the drop goes all the way to the Underworld. There are better ways to visit than the hard way.
But before he can judge the safest climb up, there’s a proffered hand and a familiar halo of blond hair above him. ]
Will?!
[ Nico has a million questions. How is Will here? How long has he been running around Central City and not telling Nico? What is he doing fighting a giant robot? But he remembers his predicament quickly and lunges up to clasp the offered arm firmly just under the elbow. His feet are braced on and outcropping - with a little help, he’ll be back on what’s left of the street in no time. ]
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It's cool. You okay?
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street faire
[ Dylan stops short when he gets a good look at the stranger's face, then he lights up. ]
Holy shit, Will? Is that you?
[ Without waiting for an answer, Dylan cranes his neck, scanning the crowd for that pouf of Nico's black hair. ]
Does Nico know you're back yet? Probably not, right? I imagine he'd be sticking to you like velcro the moment he saw you again.
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