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I Wish I Had a Castle in the Sky ( OPEN )

WHO: Everyone!
WHERE: All over America
WHEN: Nov. 14th-24th
WHAT: The Cosmic Cube is creating multiple realities for all the imPorts. Where are these "universes" coming from and who is wielding it? Are you strong enough to withstand the temptation of a new reality and thwart this misguided attempt at happiness?
WARNINGS: N/A

Hey, Davis! Did you move anything? I've got that Barnes kid's stuff logged. [ He has a digital tablet propped up on a clean, steel table full of plastic bags and baskets filled the different paraphernalia. It's rather reminiscent to an experience in the American security line at the airport. One such basket belongs to James Buchanan Barnes. ] Think something's missing. Says six item's logged, but only—Davis?

[ The man was right there a second ago, wasn't he? Looking around there's no signs John Davis had been there at all, except for in his memory. Shit, has he been talking to himself this whole time? Well, it isn't anything important. The string bean isn't going to miss one dumb little paperweight or whatever it was.

Little does he know just how powerful it is... ]

[ John spares no time or energy leaving Cap Canaveral. He doesn't even put up his cleaning cart before he's zipping through security at the blink of an eye. People've been calling him crazy for so long it's isolated him from the regular rhythm of society, but it's all been worth it for this chance. He will be a hero finally, just like the rest of the imPorts he idolizes. People will start to think twice about him and everyone else with powers. They will have the rights they need to protect this country and keep the Commies out.

This is the energy driving him to hold a dangerous item in his possession. He doesn't know a whole lot about it, only what he's gleaned from gossip rags and conspiracy theory websites. But it's worth the chance to find himself in prison, or worse. In the security of his lonely little apartment he holds the Cube in his hands as it pours out tremendous power. Without words it becomes in tune with his inner self and his wishes. It feeds off of it to create something more than itself. In his world imPorts will have just what they want, whatever it is, however contradictory.

But in truth, what good can come out of a thief too wrapped up in his own fantasies? That is no hero, and John cannot truly control the power he is playing with. As it feeds, the air around him turns hot—too hot to even breath. It's like the oxygen is burning up before it reaches his lungs. The world around him begins to fade as he holds on for dear life, but in the end his consciousness is snuffed out; a small sacrifice for a new world. ]

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GENERIC TOP LEVEL: please feel free to play around in this universe on your own!

Welcome, everyone, to the Silver Age! Read the link if you'd like more details, but this is all you have to know: life is simple again, distilled into hysterical capers of good vs. evil, where good is always right, and never really hurts or kills evil, which is honestly more mischievous than anything else. Here, you have the superhero spanx (or supervillain vavaoom) of your dreams, and everything's just a little fuzzier, just a little brighter.

Want to play around with word bubbles? Maybe have a good old round of fisticuffs? Find a sidekick? Well, then, partner, come on into this beautiful little fantasy and play at your heart's content!

ALSO KNOWN AS: do you want the asshole scientist? Here you have him!

[Welcome, one and all, to what good old Rusty Venture wishes the world was like. He's taller and broader, with the sort of V-shape that befits all superheroes and superscientists alike, with a full head of hair and a snazzy labcoat that hits him quite flatteringly at the mid-thigh. In this little bubble, Rusty's walking like the cock of the walk, as though he owns the place, humming a little ditty underneath his breath and toying with the pen that's tucked behind his ear, because of course a superscientist always needs a writing utensil for his next magnificent idea... and because he makes so few mistakes that he can afford to write in ink.

What an absolute daredevil.

Hero and villain alike, watch out, because Rusty's coming... and he may be looking into acquiring a Boy Adventurer.]

[ As Rusty -- this svelte, very different version of Rusty -- walks down the streets, it's likely to start to get... well, dark. Each step was like sunset came, oh, about six hours early, and when it came, when it was fully dark, it was sudden, and complete.

And poor, poor Rusty -- he was rather stuck in that void for the moment. ]

I wonder if Boy Adventurers ever lose their skills?

[ Asked Shade. From the Shadows. Good luck finding him though -- Rusty. He's not at all right behind you or anything. ]

Egad!

[He's a Silver Age scientist, so by God, he's going to talk like one. He looks up at the sky, then around himself, bewildered as can be, but not quailing in the face of danger, no, not Thaddeus Venture. With superscience comes a particular sort of courage. Science is the key to everything, and as long as he has his wits about him, nothing can frighten him!]

That's not a normal sunset. Who are you, and what have you done? Out with you, villain!

[Which is not how he normally talks, and although there's nobody around to notice it, it's exactly the way his father does. That's one shadow he'll never escape from.]

You're correct, it isn't!

[ Says the disembodied voice of the villain who'd kidnapped the Superscientsit.

Just because he could ask didn't mean Shade was particularly keen on stepping out. Not yet, and not without setting the stage. After all, true villainy was eight parts presentation, and two parts actual action. He'd done the action, now time for the presentation. The shadows slithered by Rusty, against his leg, against an arm, like sinuous, slippery things -- he could certainly reach out to grab one -- and it would work until it burst into shadow-fabric in his hands. ]

But why in such a rush? Perhaps you should enjoy your time in the solitude, yes?

I think not! I have things to do, you know. I have a very busy schedule, and there's no room for scoundrels like you in it.

[His voice booms, very satisfactorily, again sounding eerily like Jonas Venture's own voice. It's all in his chest.]

But no super-scientist ventures forwards unprepared. I suppose you're another enemy of the Venture family, doubtlessly jealous of the treasures we've amassed through wit and intellect alone. [Which is to say, he reaches into his pocket and whips out a needlessly complicated looking flashlight. He shines it 'round, seeing whether or not it can cut through the dark.]

[ For show, the shadows undulate around him, but peel away from the light of the flashlight, the occasional hiss of a creature clear, before it disappears back into the ether. Like a living, breathing thing, but what it leaves, as Rusty looks around, is even more eerie.

A living room.

A very expensive living room. In a mansion, obviously. But it's not Rusty's. The blue roses on a table are rather obviously an anomaly. ]

Oh, I'm an enemy of a great many people, actually. Yours just seems so... interesting, if you must know.

[ The flashlight finally found the villain, sitting in a chair, an open book in one hand, and a glass in another. ] Something to drink?

Good God, it's your lair. And a rather nice place to boot. [Rusty chuckles urbanely and readjusts his glasses in a way that he clearly thinks is rather fetching. But while the universe may change his appearance, his backstory, hell, even his voice, his swagger is more or less the same, which means that it's an oddly awkward gesture from a very confident man.]

I'm afraid you won't have anything that'll suit my tastes. [And yes, italics are compulsory for him.] If you wanted to have a good, scientific discussion with me, you realize that you could have simply asked?

Of course it's a nice place, it's mine!

[ He said, affronted. Like that was to be suspect? He even held a hand to his chest, before he settled back in, and sipped his drink. It was Absinthe, because he was that kind of pretentious. ]

But if you must know, I've kidnapped you to give everyone a touch of a scare, not debate science. I'm afraid I'm rubbish at those sorts of things, now literature...

You kidnap a superscientist and propose not to speak of science? Hah! You must not know me very well, hm? Science is, you see, something of a trademark of mine. And I can't have my supervillain not abiding by the theme. Now, if you got your powers through an accident, or happen to be the relic of an old legend so we can spin it as mythic, that would work just fine.

[He's dedicated to this universe, sure, but Rusty in every universe knows the trappings of the genre he's in. More than that, he and the rest of Team Venture have always been committed to a bit.]

I assume you're henching me, anyway. That is what this is, yes?

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[The Major is no longer a major, because haha, ladies in the military, what a silly idea. Instead, she goes by Lady Copborg, a detective with a robotic body and plenty of non-lethal gadgets to catch criminals. Her perfectly lifelike prosthetic body is now slightly less so. She maintains an hourglass figure, but her body is silver, with a control panel on her chest full of blinking lights and switches. Her trademark hair remains purple, but is in a more period-appropriate hairstyle. She wears a trenchcoat, concealing her extendo-matic arms, perfect for catching crooks from afar. And to top it all off, her left eye is covered by a large red lens.

She's hot on the trail of some thugs when she turns to you, her crimefighting partner.]

With my x-ray eye, I can see a bank robbery taking place on the next block!

[Jacob Taylor, aka the Patriotic Protector, immediately SPRINGS INTO ACTION, dramatically pointing with one finger while his other arm is on his hip. Jacob's Silver Age costume is... well, it's tight, it's red, and it doesn't have armour because that would imply the possibility of superheroes getting hurt.]

Well-spotted, Lady Cyborg. To the Patriot Copter!

[Why do they need a helicopter to get to a crime taking place a block away? Because the editors wanted the Copter used as much as possible, that's why.]

Good idea, Patriotic Protector! They'll never see us coming from above!

[She climbs into his matching helicopter and prepares for the quick trip to the bank. Once they're hovering above the scene of the crime, which is crawling with stereotypical gangsters, she has another bright idea.]

With my inviso-field, I'll be able to jump in unseen!

[She presses a few of the buttons on her control panel, rendering her invisible! Though if you look closely, you might be able to see a dotted outline of her mechanical body.]

On your mark, chum!

Great idea, old friend!

[Jacob pops the bubble canopy of the Patriot Copter, which is a safe and reasonable thing to do with an in-flight helicopter during the Silver Age.]

Go show them what you're made of! I'll be right behind you.

[Leaving a helicopter unpiloted mid-flight is also a safe and reasonable thing to do.]

[Surely the Protector Dog or something can pilot the helicopter in their absence? In any case, she leaps out and lands among the gangsters, who may or may not be wielding tommy guns and wearing domino masks. She arms stretch out, wrapping around several of them.]

Don't get too caught up in your criminal activities, boys! I think you have a date with the law that's long overdue!

[Protector Dog is totally on the case. Anyway, Jacob floats down behind Lady Copborg using the BIOTIC PARACHUTE which has absolutely always been one of his powers and absolutely is not a thing that just got made up out of nowhere.

He's all set to lay into the gangsters alongside Motoko, but then he spots a new menace- the mastermind behind this mayhem! Jacob gasps as he spots a tall, well-built man exiting the bank wearing a backpack bulging with cash and carrying a Tommy Gun. He's wearing the same domino mask as his henchman, but his green suit has been literally crafted by sewing together hundreds of dollar bills. This costume is a diabolical monument to greed, as befits the man known as...]

Kopsan Robberson! Or should I say... Heistmeister! I should have known.

[Jacob's eyes narrow behind his mask. Dramatically.]

[She's too busy with the Heistmeister's heistminions to worry too much about the boss himself arriving. Besides, with the Patriotic Protector on duty, there's nothing to worry about!]

I'll take care of these masked miscreants while you handle that covetous criminal! Just make sure to give him a good punch for me!

[Her remaining foes that aren't tangled up by her extending arms are opening fire with their tommy guns. The bullets just bounce off her metal body, the ricochets conveniently missing anything living or important.]

Those bullets can't harm my titanium shell!

I'm on the job, Copborg! My biotic tweezers will stop that crook from getting away!

[Biotic tweezers are now also part of Jacob's powerset and always have been. Giant glowing blue tweezers form in the air just behind Heistmeister and snag him by his cash-stuffed backpack. Unwilling to part with his loot, the criminal struggles in vain against the Protector's BIOTIC MIGHT.]

You aren't going anywhere- except prison!

[Jacob closes in. By the time Heistmeister stops trying to run and raises his gun, it's too late- Jacob disarms him and tosses the weapon away.]

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Have you ever seen a more...dark, sinister villain? A man who walked the shadows, like he owned them? A man with a cane that seemed to spew them when he only pressed a hidden button on the side?

Why that man, that sinister, shadowy man, was currently eyeing the bank across the street. Complete in costume, a unitard, tophat, and even curls on his shoes -- if just to emphasize the dastardly deeds he was about to commit. The grin on his face said enough too, didn't it? The way he smiled like he had quite the secret. Like there was something quite rakish that he was about to do. ]

It was a jackhammer. A jackhammer made of shadows. Hammering at the concrete in front of the bank. ]

Behold! [ He threw out a hand, at the shadowed machine. ] Watch as we sink into the Earth! Never to be seen from again!

[ Except for, you know, in the bank. When they jackhammer a hole big enough to come in from the bottom. Teleportation powers be damned, this was fun. ]

[Luckily, Lady Copborg is on the scene! Don't mind that her control panel is a little bit off-model from last time. She's every bit as ready to combat the forces of evil!]

Don't think you can escape! Not even the the layers of asphalt, dirt, and rock we stand upon can stop the penetrating beams of my x-ray eye! And my extendo-matic limbs are more than long enough to drag you from that hole!

[Having successfully narrated everything she's planning to do, she sets to work, her arms extending into the tunnel to try to grab the Shade by his top hat!]

[ Shade, who was expecting some sort of fun just laughs. It might be a touch mean, but it's certainly Enthusiastic, and when she extended her arms to pick him up, it's with a touch more enjoyment, and he struggled, before he used his cane to direct the jackhammer to change directions. ]

I hope you know what you're in for! Not even your metal arms can withstand the power of the shadows from my cane!

[ And not at all teleporting. Or immortality. Or anything of the sort. ]

Take this!

[ The jack hammer sure did swing around to try to jack hammer her arm to let him go. ]

[The jack hammer manages to loosen her grip on him, the diabolical fiend!]

Don't think you've outsmarted me so easily! Let's see you use your sinister shadows against me when you can't even see my silhouette!

[She presses a button on her chest plate (a different one than last time, for those keeping track) and vanishes! Except for a faint dotted outline if you squint hard. She moves in to give him a good ol' right cross, because there's no better way to give a supervillain what for than with a punch upside his head.]

[ There isn't anything better, and while Shade could likely teleport out -- that wasn't the fun in this exercise, was it? He only grinned, afterward, and started to laugh. ]

Invisible, are you?

[ Shade pressed another button on his cane, and the inky black from the jackhammer started to grow, and expand, and envelop them. ]

I have contacts that can see in the dark. I doubt you will be so fortunate with these shadows!

You'd do well not to doubt my x-ray eye! Not only can it see through solid objects, but it can pear through even the darkest shadows!

[She taps a few more buttons, and the eye begins to glow, scanning the darkness for her diabolical, if dapper, enemy.]

There you are! Now try on my extendo-punch for size!

[Her arm shoots out to try to smack him upside his top hat-wearing head.]

[ Shade laughed, before he vanished, only to reappear behind her, smooth as butter.

Because even if the shadows were "from his cane", some things were just natural to the ex-supervillain. ]

Now! Let's see what we have here!

[ he reached out, to grab that extending arm, to give it a look. ] This seems all rather over-the-top, doesn't it? Even for a hero?

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