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WILL YOU HELP SAVE THE WORLD?

Mask or Menace is a panfandom urban 'superhero' genre DWRP game, where heroes, villains, and everyone in between seek to survive and thrive in a world loosely parallel to our own.
dun_moch: (Strike down with hatred)
[personal profile] dun_moch
WHO: Count Dooku and Alice Munro
WHERE: Abandoned 'Heave n' Leave' gym in Maurtia Falls
WHEN: Backdated to the beginning of the month, at night
WHAT: Powers training with no evil subtext at all
WARNINGS: Should be none

fought for ten decades, for the God they made )
baetiful: ([ 98 ])
[personal profile] baetiful
WHO: imPorts!
WHERE: Maurtia Falls Memorial Library
WHEN: April 22nd, all day.
WHAT: Registration in motion at Maurtia Fall’s new and improved library. Come to see the grand unveiling and stay for the snow sculpting contest, fun costumes, or games. You might be encouraged to remain as quiet as possible in a library under normal circumstances, but just today, you can feel free to be as loud as you want!
WARNINGS: None anticipated. Let me know if that should be changed!

and the story it told of a river that flowed made me sad to think it was dead )
pillz: (cigarette)
[personal profile] pillz
WHO: Everyone who wants to play
WHERE: Major ImPort cities
WHEN: April 7-21, 2017— backtags welcome
WHAT: Over in the real world, life continues much as usual... except that many of our friends, loved ones, enemies, and irritating co-workers seem to have caught an alarming case of the sleepies. Also there is a serial-killer wandering around actively hallucinating, no big deal.
WARNINGS: Mild medical, psychological themes, past murder, please warn in subject headers if anything else comes up.
Okay. So you're at work. Now where the Heck is everybody else?

April Seventh, Two Thousand and Seventeen
Cold War Confessional II
Sleep Plague Spreads Across America
You said a what plague, now? )
maskormods: (Default)
[personal profile] maskormods
WHO: imPorts!
WHERE: Nonah's Heritage Arena
WHEN: March 17th, all day
WHAT: Swearing-in in motion - welcome to the Y'ALL BALL, everyone! ImPorts and the general public get to attend a rootin' tootin' Western themed event to celebrate the release of an upcoming steampunk-inspired film... but let's be honest, this is more about celebration, shenanigans and food than it is about film. Get some good eats and good fun in, imPorts!
WARNINGS: None anticipated; let us know if this should be changed!

ANNIE GET YOUR GUN! )

(OPEN)

Mar. 17th, 2017 05:58 pm
cleptes: (1416680 (36))
[personal profile] cleptes
WHO: Bela and YOU
WHERE: Across all of the cities
WHEN: March 15th - March 31st
WHAT: Drinking, possible heist plotting, class (3 different prompts)
WARNINGS: None so far. Will update if necessary


read on.. )

[open]

Mar. 13th, 2017 07:53 pm
honorobble: (awkward / hahaha)
[personal profile] honorobble
WHO: Robb Stark & everyone
WHERE: De Chima - School (around 11 o clock) & the ice cream parlour he works (in the late afternoon)
WHEN: 13th of March
WHAT: Being new, trying to understand this new place
WARNINGS: n/a


school/around school
Back home, at Winterfell, Robb is quite an obedient young man. He is always on time when it comes to attending the lessons maester Luwin gave him. But here he skips school early, too early. Of course he doesn't dare to tell anyone that he finds this overwhelming, that he does not really feel as if he fits in. He learns of history he does not know of and he needs to replace his with names and objects that are completely foreign to him. But maybe it is also because he is the only one attending the school wearing a pair of leather breeches and firm boots that go up to his knees.

Robb can be found crawling through a hole in the fence with a determined expression on his face. Maybe he would return tomorrow. When the lessons would be different. Right now he needs to find out more about cars and televisions. And get something to eat. Something that is made out of meat instead of bread without taste.


Hungry like the Wolf - ice cream parlour
"But how is this paper more worth than coin?"

Robb is looking at the costumer in front of him, holding out the ten dollar bill they just gave him.

"I do not think that this will suffice. If you wish to purchase this ice cream, pay in coin. I do not think this paper with a man on it will be worth the same."
moon_in_her_hair: ([Alice] Watches (Worried))
[personal profile] moon_in_her_hair
WHO: Alice and OPEN
WHERE: Maurtia Falls
WHEN: 3/11
WHAT: 18th century girl meets modern world
WARNINGS: Memories of death

Alice had hidden in the home provided for her shortly after her arrival, her head still spinning from all she had heard and all that she had missed in her daze. It was no small thing to wake from death into a world that seemed to be the creation of her mind. Some soldiers (at least she thought they were soldiers) spoke to her at length about her abilities and tried to smooth over the shock she felt in being in a completely different time. One of the nicer men showed her some of the new technology (something called a 'phone') and showed her how it worked. But it meant very little in her daze. She could feel herself retreating into her head.

With little left to say, they took her home (which would never feel like home) and left her to rest. There was nothing to disturb her recuperation, no attacks, no massacres, only silence. Unlike her time, where there seemed to be one torment after another, this place had nothing but quiet. Comparatively speaking. There was the sounds of the city, some of it recognizable to a girl from London, but much of it mechanical and strange.

Finally feeling some strength in her, Alice pulled herself from her room, no longer wanting to feel like an invalid. She held tightly to the folder they had given her, some details about her abilities written inside that she could look over in the fresh air.

After she found a bench near a park (or what she assumed was a park), Alice opened the folder to read, looking up on occasion at the strange metal things that hurried by. 'Cars. That was what the man called them.' There were people about, dressed strangely and some seemingly hostile. This was a strange place, but at least it was a good deal more calm than her time.