And he walked with a purpose in his sneakers down the street

[guerrilla_morph]

WHO: Marco and YOU
WHERE: Heropa mainly. Pick the wildcard option if you want a different city.
WHEN: All of April
WHAT: Marco goes exploring Heropa. Kids gotta do what he's gotta do.
WARNINGS: Nothing planned for now, but if something dark comes up, I'll slap a warning.



I. someBODY once TOLD ME - closed to Heropa House 009 housemates and their friends and other visitors

(( Okay, Marco is going to admit it: He's not the best of roommates. In fact, he can be either 1) very obnoxious or 2) extremely obnoxious, depending on his mood and his roommates.

So he's cooking a pizza. And when he means cooking, what he really means is warming a frozen one in the oven. That's his contribution to the household. Your welcome. ))


II. I said MAYBE, you're gonna be the one that SAVES ME - beach; open

(( If Marco remembers right, the last time he's gone to a beach - or rather an ocean - he had to deal with super smart sharks that made Marco just pee a little bit for even thinking about it.

So no, he's not going to go completely out to swim out in the ocean. At best, he's gonna paddle his way around the waves. And - yeah, he'll admit, he's gonna try to morph dolphin. For purely responsible reasons.

Several hard waves came crashing down however and he looked around and noticed the current have drifted him closer to more people than he wanted. Giving up, he immediately stopped the process, which couldn't be seen under the dark Florida seawater, where his fingers were turning grey and rubbery. Eventually, under water, they change back to normal human hands.

In the mean time, Marco spits out the saltwater in his mouth. Perhaps he accidentally spit into your face. ))

III. Backstreet Back ALRIGHT - downtown; open

(( By laws of averages, Marco has done his share of heroics. Not, like, the battle heroics, the ones that give him nightmares. But actual heroics. Like saving a homeless guy from being mugged from some thugs, before Big Jim came out to put that to rest. (Not like the homeless guy was grateful afterward.) Preventing a fight between Rachel and some other idiot (that's not him) that keep starting a fight with her, because Rachel will never lose to a schoolyard fight if she felt compelled to throw down.

But this isn't home, where there's No Sharing and no Yeerks (that he knows of for sure) but a lot of superheroes. Marco is quick to learn how to figure out social media, (he's not some grandpa even if it is 2018) and learn about his fellow imPorts. Still, even the news about actual, God-blessed superheroes, Marco is still not comfortable in showing off his powers. Sure, the government will know about them, but Marco is a cautious guy by nature and wouldn't even consider showing it off just yet.

But showing off the rest of him? Oh yeah, he can do that. He took selfies with cute girls, take up offers of free drinks, even did fingerguns at those who mutter and glare at him for being a imPort or worse, a import whipper snapper.

Dragging whoever it was near to him, some cute girls squealing and demanding pictures, which Marco is more than happy to provide. )) Cheese!

IV. SO TELL ME WHAT U WHAT, WHAT U REALLY REALLY WANT

(( Wilcard!))

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[fource]

[Quatre is also enjoying a swim, and he still finds it something of a marvel; he's visited the beach a few times, but he still can't get over how beautiful the ocean is, and this is the first time he's gone out into the water. He knows how to swim, but it's one thing to learn in a pool on an enclosed colony, everything regulated and manmade with the metal ceilings visible in all directions, and another to actually go out in the ocean, with no walls or ends and clear skies above him. He doesn't mind when other people drift closer to him; he's even about to say hello, some small talk about enjoying the weather, when--

--he gets a mouthful of seawater spat in his face. He assumes it's an accident, because why would a stranger spit in his face, but it still leaves him baffled as to how to respond to that. It takes him a second, treading water and blinking in confusion, before he manages] Um. Are you alright?

[Quatre's short for his age, and can't possibly be older than 16 at that; he's already starting to develop a sunburn across his nose and cheeks. He still sounds like a miniature adult, instead of a teen who was just spat at by a stranger.]

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[guerrilla_morph]

(( Ah yes, that's Marco: a smooth guy. Totally smooth. So smooth that he's gonna pretend that he did not, in fact, spit saltwater in somebody's face. ))

Uh, yeah. Just getting my fins back and all.

(( He ha get it? He discreetly wiggle his fingers and was relieved they are human. Not a hint of rubbery skin of a dolphin. ))

[fource]

[Oh, maybe this other boy didn't realize that he just spat in Quatre's face at all. It'd explain why he's acting like nothing happened... Well, in that case it would be more rude to draw attention to it. It's not like there was any harm done, and letting him know would just make him feel bad. Quatre can roll with this.]

Ah, yes. It's wonderful, isn't it? [he agrees with that totally metaphorical statement, and lowkey shifts his shoulder to try to splash a little water onto his own face to wash it off. Discretely. It's not very effective.] I didn't know swimming outdoors would be this much better.

[Maybe if he floats on his back, he can turn his face into the water...?]

[guerrilla_morph]

A pool guy, huh?

(( Marco has always been envious of people who had pools in their backyards.

Mimicking the guy, he too attempts to float on his back, to give himself a break from drowning. ))

First time on the beach then?

[fource]

Yes, you could say that. [Excellent. Floating on his back is officially a Normal Thing to do while holding up a conversation. Quatre takes the opportunity to quickly turn his face to the side, scrubbing at it quickly under the water.] I was born in outer space. I’ve seen the ocean before, but I never got a chance to go swimming.

[guerrilla_morph]

(( Marco just had to. glance at the guy. ))

Outer space?

What are you, an alien?

[fource]

[He thinks for a second that the other guy caught his totally stealth attempts to wipe off his spit residue, with that look, so he looks a little sheepish until the whole 'space thing is clarified. Relieved, he says] Oh, no, I'm human. We have space colonies in Earth's orbit, by my time. [then, as an afterthought, he adds] I'm an imPort, if that wasn't obvious. I probably should have mentioned that.

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[andtherevolution]

((Utena barges into the kitchen, lugging a couple bags of groceries. Well, that's not quite accurate; groceries implies that she bought something of substance. But look, with her cooking skills, instant noodles and frozen meals are a perfectly acceptable meal. She even picked up some cereal for everyone else. How considerate!

Before she can even think of popping one in the oven (it's better than the microwave, at least) she notices that it's in use by someone else. Hey, it's... Marco? Mario? No, it's Marco. Probably. Maybe.))

Hey there, new guy. What do you got cooking?

((She drops her crap on the counter, deciding that she has enough to sneak a peak at the oven before her stuff melts into a tv dinner slushie))

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[guerrilla_morph]

(( Back in Marco's world, pink hair means older teenagers with attitude and the money to dye it without their parents' permission.

This girl doesn't strike Marco that way, so he keeps it chill. ))

Pizza. And not the microwave kind either.

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[andtherevolution]

((maybe she's born with it, maybe it's anime))

Nice. How about we make a trade?

((She pulls out a six pack of cheapo store brand PROFESSOR PIBBLESWORTH and breaks a couple off, holding one up for him. It may be frozen grocery store pizza (at least, that's her guess - he doesn't strike her as chef material), but free food is free food. And besides, she could stand to get to know this guy better))

[guerrilla_morph]

(( Marco squint suspiciously. ))

Maybe. I go with half and half.

[andtherevolution]

Hey, sounds fair to me. Here, catch!

((Yep, that sure is a can of soda flying towards you, Marco. Hope you got good reflexes))