CONFLUENCE 03

[metamods]

THUNDERSTRUCK

This time there was warning. Any being with precognitive abilities finds themselves brought to their knees a few hours before the event, plagued with a hazy vision of chaos and fear. There's not enough detail to say what is to happen, but at least they have the where and when.

Excelsior, Washington.

The people seem annoyed when they are told to evacuate. After all, Excelsior was built to last. This is a city exempt from the unpredictability of nature. They have weather control systems set up to ensure nothing disrupts their research. This a city built upon scientific advancement, with every inch of infrastructure reliant upon it, and they are confident that they are safe within its borders.

And even without the stubborn minority, the Alliance knows there isn't enough time for a full evacuation. But still, they try. They call upon every available hero to race toward whatever chaos may be about to drop over the city. The Society has sent a few faces too, more quietly. Whether to help or hinder is anyone's guess, as there's whispered encouragement to do both.

The city isn't anywhere near empty when the air goes very still. Everyone and everything pauses and looks skyward as a few drops of rain begin to fall, and the artificial sky fades to reveal roiling clouds.

The Confluence begins.

ITS RAINING (SUPER) MEN

Rain slashes sideways as the skies darken, taking unnatural colors with every flash of lightning. It's beautiful and awe-striking, but knowing that somehow this bizarre phenomenon is the calm before the storm keeps anyone on the ground from enjoying it. Even the those who lack self preservation in the scientific community don't want to investigate the cause of this.

There's a flash of light and a boom. Those still caught in the streets waiting evacuation brace themselves.

And then people begin to fall.

If you are one of these people, you awaken to find yourself hurtling towards the ground at breakneck speed. You come into awareness just in time to register you're about to make impact with the ground, or a car, a building, whatever is underneath you. The impact pulverizes the surface strike, leaving a sizable crater, and as you pull yourself up you find yourself unharmed. Yet there's energy crackling in the air around you. If there are bystanders near you they whip out cellphones to capture the occurrence for their followers or for scientific posterities, crowding around the craters a buzz of excitement. Some of the more fearful ones simply turn and begin running in hopes they can beat the storm.

CRYPTO OR CRYPTID

Confluences give people powers. That's part of the deal. And while those of you who just fell from the sky are discovering your new gifts, others are also suddenly uncovering their own brand new talents.

Excelsior isn't exactly known for natural superpowers. Most of its heroes are self-made geniuses, armed with metasuits or other augments. Those that do have powers got them from scientific accidents, transforming due to experiments gone wrong or accidentally tumbling into toxic waste. They have emergency medical protocols ready for that - not for random people on the street suddenly gaining abilities.

Newly empowered townspeople may jump in to help deal with the evolving chaos, but their lack of control of their powers makes them a bigger threat than whatever threat they were trying to stop. Others will shamelessly take advantage of the chaos to live their villainous dreams, robbing stores and taking revenge on their shitty bosses, landlords, or exes.

The reserve members of the Guardian Alliance spring into action. The heavy hitters are elsewhere, trying to deal with the loss of power and getting the city back online, and so you're left with the rookies trying to keep pace. Many of them are inexperienced and unable to keep up with the raw power and ruthlessness of newly awakened metas. Fantastic, an aerokinetic and one of the newer recruits, seems to be the only one even remotely holding his own.

It's clear they need your help to contain this!

The storm doesn't peter out after the new arrivals have all landed, either. The panic and chaos below seems to fuel it to a second peak. Clouds roil, electricity snakes, and the thunder builds into a deafening crescendo. Then with one final, blinding burst of light, everything goes dark and quiet.

The power is out.

More than just the power — Excelsior is out. The powergrid has been downed, its internal networks corrupted, anything that makes the city function is completely fried, that last surge of the storm apparently having acted as an EMP blast. All of Excelsior's internal systems are now offline. The lights are all out.

Vehicles are stalled out in the streets. And then comes the first crashing boom of a falling hover car. There are more still in the air, but anyone who might be in a position to save them will have only moments to do so before they smash apart on whatever or whoever is unlucky enough to be stuck below them.

And it's not just that. Hospitals are now without power.

VLOG SQUAD STRIKES BACK

In every disaster, the best and worst of human nature can be found. The best shines in every outstretched hand and combined effort, in every life saved. The worst is a gaggle of young adults that live together in the city's least favorite content creator house, known with equal parts irritation and secondhand embarrassment as The Vlog Squad. It seems five of the eight streamer/vlogger/influencers have developed meta powers, including one with the power to record, edit, and broadcast with her mind. The entire group made an on-stream pact to become (non-guild affiliated) supervillains, and their views are skyrocketing.

One of them jumps off a building to demonstrate how he can put holes in everything below him.

Playlist, the ringleader with a sizable following on Youtube and TikTok, has the ability to Freeze, Rewind, Fast Forward reality. Be unlucky enough to be caught in her gaze and find yourself frozen in place, talking in reverse, or zipping around faster than you can control. Good luck getting someone to understand you when you sound like a chipmunk.

Then there's there's the second in command, Filter, an up and coming Instagram star. Filter's powers seem to be tied to their phone. If they get a picture of you in the air - welcome to anti-gravity, you're now stuck floating like a balloon until someone can get you back to Earth. If they slap a sepia filter on an unflattering photo of you, you're now encased in stone until someone drops a compliment. Each filter does something a little different and the unfortunate effects are yours to find out.

The rest of their squad is less notable, both in terms of power and in terms of following. There's a young man who can project his voice for miles around. A young woman who can compel people to dance to the beats dropped by her literal soundcloud. There's one unfortunate fellow whose only real power seems to be to turn people's heads into emojis for 30 seconds.

They're targeting known heroes, but will settle for property damage if it means getting attention. New metas may find themselves accosted by a unpleasant young adult with a camera, mockingly asking if they plan to become heroes. No matter the answer, the result is the same - they'll mock your choice and reasoning and try to get away with a cruel prank.

POWER RESTORED

The power is restored. With it, a belated message makes it to guild and society phones: the guild says restrain the Vlog Squad however you can and await authorities.

Meanwhile a very different message hits the airwaves. Mechanima's digitized voice comes across official channels, torn between amusement and annoyance. He says deal with them, don't care how you do it, but start with the broadcaster.

Once that's done, the guild places a call back to its headquarters to bring everyone back with a teleportation spell. The spell reaches out for whatever metahumans it can find in the area and pulls.

All the metahumans who were involved in the Confluence — new arrivals and old — to a white training space that has already transformed into a luxurious waiting room.

Atomight arrives quickly and makes the following announcement:

Thank you for your help out there. The casualties would be so much higher were it not for those of you who risked your lives to save strangers. To those of you grappling with your new abilities, please rest assured that this room will give you a much needed reprieve. We have staff on site who can work with you to gain control of you new abilities, and nullifiers if you find it's still too much.

You are the third set of newly powered individuals this confluence has brought. Though many of you are native to this world, others among you have come from far off universes. To those of you who have been flung far from home, we'll put you in connection with the others. Many of them are here today and can advise you of what your new reality is here.

We of the Guardian Alliance are committed to doing everything we can to get you home, and to give you some time to get your feet under you. And as this may be your home for a while longer, I wish to formally extend an invitation to those of you who wish to use your powers to defend the innocent to join us.

They hand out cellphones to all present. Once everyone gathered has been looked over and attended to they're directed to the Diadem in and handed a credit card.

Later into the night, another message comes across those phones. The Society of Villainous Reformation formally extends an invitation to all those villainously inclined. Reply for more info.

IN SUMMARY

• New arrivals are falling from the skies. They're unharmed despite what should be a lethal impact. People in the city also begin developing superpowers upon landing.


• Players are free to create their own powered NPCs for these encounters and can use them.


• A notable group of online content creators called the Vlog Squad have developed powers and are terrorizing the city and are livestreaming every minute thanks to their powers.


• The Vlog Squad has declared on camera that they do not intend to join any guild and are already showing signs of disrespecting the code. For those already committed to guilds, this means:

  Atomight will ask player characters in the Guardian Alliance to deal with them peacefully.
  
  Mechanima demands that members of the Society of Villainous Reformation deal with them — whether this means incapacitating them, forcing them to join, or killing them is their choice.

• If anyone wants to engage Mechanima or Atomight, HERE is a top level where we will summarize their responses to PC questions and comments. Please also reply to this comment with what your character plans to do with the Vlog Squad. We encourage you to make posts on the OOC comm plotting out conflict and responses. You may also use this top level to ask event-specific questions about the effects on this page! (Please refer general questions about the setting to the FAQ, and refer any player plots to the PLOTTING page.)

VLOG SQUAD ENCOUNTERS

For each event with a clear antagonistic NPC force — such as the Vlog Squad, in the February arrival — interested players can pitch their characters' encounters with those NPCs. Whether characters are heroic and suited to the role or not, the aim is the group effort of pitching in, so we highly encourage collaborating on these encounters. Once enough NPC encounters have been submitted, we'll determine if and how the trouble has been addressed, and select one of those encounters to be the final, conclusive one in the game. Everyone else's encounters will also have taken place, but may have been temporary stopgaps in addressing the conflict rather than a conclusive blow. For this Confluence, we are asking that submissions be finalized by 3/5.

How it works:

• Reply to the relevant top-level comment with an encounter and/or questions about the encounter. The mods are happy to go back and forth with before locking in exactly what a character or group of characters does. Any conversations between characters and NPCs will most likely be happening prior to combat unless specified by the players.


• The mods ask that players present two options. In one version, the character or group of characters kills, immobilizes, or otherwise apprehend the villain(s). In the other version, one way or another, the villain escapes or overcomes the character or group of characters. Players who wish to have a specific spot in the timeline (near to the beginning or near to the end) should make this request explicit, and the mods will make efforts to accommodate this.


• The mods will RNG the results for the final encounter. For all other submissions, the escape/overcome option is selected. Open calls for collaboration which result in multiple player characters contributing to an idea or solution (see: Kamala Khan's solution to the Cerberus fight) have a much higher chance of being the final encounter, as we want to reward player collaboration and innovation. Please be sure that after everyone has weighed in you return to the top-level comment to report exactly what is happening and who is doing what.


• The mods will reply to player submissions with a brief outline of how all of the run-ins go, whether it's a fight or a slapstick series of hilarious accidents that involves the character(s).

Request NPC encounters using the following form —
<B>Characters involved:</b> Name (username) <b>Details of the encounter:</b> What's the plan? <B>How might the villain escape or overcome the player character(s)?</b> <B>How would the player character(s) kill, immobilize, or apprehend the villain?</b>

EXAMPLE—

Character(s) involved: The Iron Giant and Hank Hill
Details of the encounter: Hank will ride in Iron Giant's hand as they search the city for the Vlog Squad, eventually spotting them in a public park. They land explosively in the middle, throwing all of the squad off of their feet while the Iron Giant sends out a signal to scramble their livestreams and begins trying to catch the offenders up in both hands. Hank will try to tackle at least one of them.

How might the villain escape or overcome the player character(s)? Playlist slow motions Iron Giant and they easily duck its grasp, and Filter leaves Hank floating upside down as they make their escape.

How would the player character(s) kill, immobilize, or apprehend the villain? Iron Giant grabs Playlist before she can slow it, then picks up and captures all but Emoji; Hank throws a branch and beans that guy right in the head. Iron Giant gathers him up too, and they turn them in to the first batch of emergency responders they find.

Comments

QUESTIONS & NPC INTERACTIONS

[metamods]

Please put QUESTION or NPC INTERACTION in the subject line of your reply!

QUESTION

[portolan]

Can characters teleport objects with them if they are still staying in the Diadem, say, a hovbike?

NPC INTERACTION

[thecoolerloki]

(sort of a question if this NPC interaction is possible!)

Would the Vlog Squad welcome other meta content creators to their pact? Loki is very social media savvy and would try to join up and offer a few tips to improve viewership and engagement.

NPC INTERACTION

[nepotis]

Harry wants to punch emoji-head guy in the face. 😡

diana prince | ota

[monomachy]

i. i might need a hand to hold [hallelujah]

Rain pelts her face, waking her, and Diana realizes she is falling.

She doesn't remember slipping unconscious. She doesn't remember how she came to be midair. But as soon as her eyes open and she registers the ground below hurtling up towards her, she knows she doesn't have time to remember. Thunder cracks around her, lightning slicing the sky a beat later, but it doesn't frighten her; the sky is Zeus' domain, and she knows in her heart that no harm will come to her up here. She isn't so sure about the earth below, though.

She isn't tumbling around, which is one blessing. Years and years of training kicks in, and she's able to draw her knees up towards her chest, cross her bracers over her head, which is as much protection as she can give herself before impact. Her armored form slams into the concrete, decimating the area. Thunder snaps, lightning blazes as a new god is borne to the earth through the churning storm. The crater around her is vast, the street destroyed. She's dazed, only briefly, and when she stands, rubble falls away from her slick hair, not a scratch on her.

Something makes the small hairs on the back of her neck stand up; magic, energy, or perhaps something else, something new to her senses. She doesn't know what it is, but it makes a feeling of unease creep up her throat. She finally looks around at something that isn't just the ground below her feet, and can't help but stare. Through the rain, she can see the buildings are tall, taller even than those in hideous London, and the cars (she thinks they're cars, at least) are so unlike the few she's seen. There are a few people, dressed strangely, holding little boxes aloft, pointed at her, and she looks at them curiously for a few seconds.

Again, an energy sparks the air, but this time, it's one she recognizes. Diana tilts her head back, eyes going wide. "Get back!" She cries out, raising her arms above her head once more. Lightning strikes the crater where she stands, the flash blinding to anyone who wasn't lucky enough to look away in time.

ii. i don't plan on letting go [vloggers]

She still might not know exactly what's happening, but it's obvious that the people in this city need help. Diana doesn't think twice before helping anyone in her immediate vicinity: she lifts cars out of craters (not formed by her arrival, strangely enough), moves a tree that's fallen across the street, and even manages to catch a dog spooked by the storm and on the run from her owner. People ask her if she's a hero, push their strange little boxes into her face, but all she does is look on in puzzlement as she continues to ask if they're alright. None of them seem fazed by her appearance or her abilities, so unlike the other people she's met over the past several weeks.

It's strange. Probably the strangest thing that's ever happened to her.

Just after returning the dog, Diana hears the sound of breaking glass. She whips around, spying a young woman with a bat breaking into a storefront. She calls out, brows drawn together as she approaches--but the moment the girl turns to look at her, she finds that her feet seem stuck to the earth. Shock flashes over her face, but no matter how hard she tries, she can't move her legs. One hand goes towards the Lasso, but before it's within an inch of the lariat, it's frozen too. The young woman laughs, grabs some strange box out of the store window, and runs off, leaving a seething Diana frozen where she is.

iii. if i said i'm fine on my own here tonight [diadem]

We of the Guardian Alliance are committed to doing everything we can to get you home...

There are probably other things in Atomight's speech that should catch her attention, but that is what makes all other thoughts drop from her mind. Because only then does it really sink in that this... this isn't her own world. Or at least her own time. It should have been more apparent, from the cars and the buildings, but until she had suddenly been in that stark white room, it had seemed plausible that she was, somehow, just in another part of the world she'd only just started to know.

Diana stands in the beautifully appointed room at the Diadem hotel, the little box (cellphone, she reminds herself) warming in her hand. She has yet to change out of her armor, and her hair has only just started to dry from the storm, curling around her shoulders and face. Something inside her is on the verge of cracking, the events of the day and the realization that she is so displaced about to break through the veneer of calm she's managed to uphold for most of the day, when the door behind her clicks open. She turns to face whoever is about to come through the door, note quite fast enough to hide the mild panic and devastation on the verge of snapping her calm. "Hello?"

------

Later in the day, she'll wander around her floor of the hotel, perhaps peeking into any rooms with an open door, or running into another new arrival in the halls. Though she won't yet leave the hotel, she'll find all the exits, including the one to the roof, where she'll sit on the ledge with her feet dangling over the street, staring out at the insanely modern buildings of Excelsior.

iv. would you know to stay by my side? [wildcard]

[ooc; i'm down for anything! diana is brand new and a woman out of time, so she's going to have a lot of learning and adjusting to do. i'm fine with handwaving fist meetings and moving right into threads, if that's your jam. she'll be working on knocking out/rounding up the vloggers if she comes across any, but will spend the majority of her time in the storm helping people find shelter and clearing roadways.

my ooc intro is here, and feel free to pm me or add me on plurk at watchet if you'd like to plan anything specific! ps i will match any log format, i'm not picky.]

ii

[the_caped_crusader]

[ he lays out playlist with a simple straight while she's busy gloating, she basically runs straight into his fist. from the perspective of her viewers on tiktok, a large shadow appears to narrow it's eyes at them menacingly before dabbing on them, except he's really just brushing his cape behind him as he leaves her to approach diana. ]

You alright?

Fandral ✦ Marvel Comics

[fairhair]

✦ i. for the 'gram;

---

[ It's certainly a bit annoying, to say the least, to be pulled somewhere without any word of warning. It's especially bothersome when the arrival is so abrupt. Fortunately, Fandral is able to shake it off, more or less unfazed until he starts to take stock of what's happening around him.

Probably Earth, he decides, based on how things look. And, really, if he's being honest, the level of chaos erupting is fairly on par for Earth, too. While the thought crosses Fandral's mind to try and seek out familiar faces (other Asgardians, maybe, or perhaps an Avenger), he decides it can wait. People need help. He's not the sort to ignore a crisis, and he's had enough practice helping lands on the edge of destruction that he feels particularly capable and qualified to rush in. Even if he doesn't know where he is or what it is that needs doing.

So he opts not to help those trying to organize what seems like an evacuation. Leading people to safety is a job more suited for someone familiar with the city. Quite literally yanking someone back by the collar of their shirt to keep them from causing severe property damage is much more in Fandral's wheelhouse. He poses enough of an intimidating figure that most of the wannabe-villains he encounters have second thoughts, but the Vlog Squad have a bit more bravado and certainty in themselves than the newly empowered.

Which Fandral discovers the hard way.

He'd point out that it's incredibly difficult to catch him looking bad at any moment, but it seems that one of the vloggers captured enough of one at just the right angle that he finds himself stuck in stone, unable to keep them back from causing more serious harm. ]

✦ ii. home sweet hotel // accidental roommate (one response only);

---

[ The cellphone is an odd thing. Not entirely foreign to Fandral (thankfully) but it feels strange and small in his hand, a symbol that he's found himself far from the place he calls home and all the familiar comforts of it. He's grateful he's not too sentimental. He can roll with the punches and adapt and make his way through the vast worlds set before him, but even the most stone-hearted men yearn for simplicity.

At least the people here are gracious hosts. They seem keen on supplying all the displaced peoples with comforts, and once someone explains what a credit card is, Fandral decides it could be infinitely worse. Perhaps some rest first, he thinks, and then he'll have a proper look at this cellphone and make use of this plastic form of currency. Even rest can't come simply, it seems. Once he opens the door to his assigned room, he stops, surprised to see someone else already there. ]

Pardon me, perhaps there's been a mistake.

✦ iii. one two three, drink;

---

[ It doesn't take too long for Fandral to discover the lounge. Any inn worth its salt has a decent tavern and he's pleased to see this is no different. More or less. The lounge of the Diadem is far more chic than any alehouse Fandral's found himself in, and instead of the usual ale or mead or wine, the drink possibilities seem endless. Most of it he's never heard of, let alone tried, but he's here and has no other plans and the bartender seems excited to discuss his knowledge of tequila and offer up generous samples.

It's a funny sort of drink. Punchy and warm in the back of his throat, lighter than most of what Fandral drinks. He seems amused that mortals are so effected by a spirit that comes in such a small serving. How charming humans are.

He's putting down a freshly emptied glass when someone sits nearby. He pats the bar stool beside him, beckoning you over. ]

Will you come share a drink with me? I am about to try a mezcal.

[ Go on, join him. What's the worst that could happen? ]

✦ iv. wildcard;

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Choose your own adventure~ Open to anything from the prompts list or run ins around the city / at the pool / etc. Feel free to write something up or you can shout at me at blackspire to hash out deets.

iii.

[ikols]

[ Loki spots Fandral easily, the bar being one place she knows any Asgardian will gravitate to at some part of the day. When she slides onto her seat he spots her easily and her smile quirks as if surprised by the invitation, but she scoots over and makes sure to fold her legs in his direction without a fuss, familiar in the way her hand rests on his arm to steady the way she eyeballs the drinks behind the bar. Dressed in a short black skirt and a tucked-in tshirt, she tosses her long hair over a shoulder and leans forward to see which beverages are in the fridges, a booted foot bobbing to the ambient music. ]

Which one is that?

[ Her voice, while feminine, ought to give the game away. If not, the green eyes that slide his way (alight with mischief) will definitely do so. ]

David Alleyne | Marvel Comics | OTA

[helpdesk_hero]

A. Gimme A Nikon Camera [Vloggers]

This was not the sort of day David had expected. He'd been working on the final steps of his transition to being a resident of Excelsior. But of course, warnings of a confluence came, and David? He couldn't turn away from that. While most of his early time as the confluence hit was caught up on helping the new arrivals, there was no denying there were other things happening. Like a person floating away like a baloon. Which David of course, hadn't liked. He had to do something, which in this case meant forging a rope of power and light. This he whipped toward the leg of the person floating away and he hauled them back down.

"No fun man, no fun," the newly proclaimed Filter said as he realized what David was doing. "And who are you supposed to be, the fun police?"

David rolled his eyes and, once the man was on the ground, he turned to the new meta, only to be shocked by the man raising the camera and taking a picture.

The problem with someone using a cat face filter on him was that, well, David was altered by it. A shiver overtook him, cat ears spouting from his head. It distracted him, enough to make him turn his attention away from Filter. He had the patience and focus of a cat after all. And until he was pet and declared to be a good kitty, he was going to be stuck like this.

And lookie there, a little bird flying by in distress. David's new ears twitched and he moved to give chase.


B. Tired Of These Four Walls [Power Restored]

The magic finds them and pulls. And when they appear in the training space David lets go and curses loudly.

"I'm so TIRED OF THIS ROOM!" he snapped. Listen, he wasn't normally the sort to make a big deal of things, but damn he felt it so much right now. This was, after all, his third time here.


Exasperated, he flops down into a seat. "I just want to go back to my room."

Outburst done, he turned his attention to the next person and offered a tired salute.

"I'm sorry. Not trying to make a scene."


C. But In The End Life Goes On [Wildcard]

[OOC: I'm truly down for anything, and would love to talk out ideas. Standing CR are welcome to put forward anything that might amuse them. Otherwise David is happy to try and guide new arrivals through things, and has been picking up care of people who are less familiar with the tech age. I'm happy to handwave first meetings if you note so and that's cool. Easy way to meet him is either helping a character out doing the confluence, or just by nature of being around the Diadem.

You can learn about David here and you can PM me or add me on plurk at churbooseanon. Also I will match format, though have a preference for prose]

B

[anthropophagite]

No, no, Kaneki gets it. They keep being thrown around, they keep being teleported back and forth, and it's really annoying at this point. He doesn't say it out loud and instead just nods softly with a tiny smile although he fully agrees with the sentiment.

"They could just meet us there and at least tell us we are going to be teleported..." it's just common courtesy, right? If teleportation has common courtesy, that is.

"I think this sort of thing just makes us more frustrated."

Harry Osborn | OTA

[nepotis]

01. ONCE MORE, FROM THE TOP   ▉ ▊ ▋ ▍ ▎

[ One second, Harry is in Kansas, arguing with an alien helicopter from inside its cockpit as it tries to fly away from a mechanical dragon, having just fallen from the sky. The next, he's back to falling, into a large city this time, in the middle of a rainstorm. He lands in a crater in what was once a parking lot, hair slicked to his forehead by the rain, and yells an anguished cry at the sky. ]

Fucking— Not again!! Taylor, where are you!??!

[ Because obviously this is Spinister's fault. ]

02. GET THAT CAMERA OUT OF MY FACE   ▉ ▊ ▋ ▍ ▎

[ Harry largely tries to keep to himself, staying out of the fray of metahumans either committing crimes or trying to stop them. He stays on the sidelines, slinking away, keeping his collar turned up to hide the patches of deformed skin on his neck. All this stress is aggravating the tremor in his hands, another telltale sign of his goddamned disease. He would much rather go without notice, thank you very much.

But once he hears who is responsible for this fracas, you can bet he's seeking out one of those fucking "influencers" to let them know exactly how he feels. He corners one guy, clearly with the intent to hurt him. He doesn't have Max Dillon at hand to serve as his muscle, so he's going to have to get his hands dirty. The guy looks scared, and activates his power as a defense mechanism, turning Harry's head into a giant emoji. ]

🤬

[ Harry swears, but the words come out of his mouth as a censor bar of symbols. Undeterred by this development, he closes the distance between himself and the vlogger, and throws a punch right in his face. The guy staggers back, blood beginning to flow from his nose. And though Harry's knuckles are stinging from the impact, he can feel distantly that the tremor has stopped. He throws another punch, and he can feel the skin on his neck knit back together, healing.

Oh... This is interesting.

He keeps punching, either until someone stops him or until he knocks the vlogger out. At the tail end of the emoji-head curse, Harry looks a bit more... impish. ]

😈

03. BACK AT THE DIADEM (cw: underage drinking)  ▉ ▊ ▋ ▍ ▎

[ Once the dust has settled, and the metahumans have been returned back to the Diadem, Harry tries to sit and understand what's happened, what is happening. And while he does his sitting and thinking, he wants a fucking drink, so he heads to the hotel bar. Of course, being only twenty, not twenty-one, the barkeep refuses to serve him. ]

You've got to be fucking kidding me. Do you know the kind of day I've had?! Can't you just bend the rules this once? Give me a break!!

[ Do you take pity on him and find a way to get a poor kid a drink? Or do you lecture him on his poor coping habits? ]

0X. WILDCARD   ▉ ▊ ▋ ▍ ▎

[ Want something else? HMU @ milennialfalcon to plot other options! I'll match brackets/prose, whichever you prefer. ]

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[anthropophagite]

[ kaneki is there, nooooot exactly to help people but mostly to find people from his world if they happened to arrive. But of course, he isn't just going to ignored confused arrivals who literally fell off the sky, so as he sees harry, he rushes to him to offer a hand ]

Are you hurt anywhere? [ most likely note ] I'm sorry, I know this is all very confusing...1

Ken Kaneki // OTA

[anthropophagite]

Excelsior, Washington

[ Kaneki had no intentions of becoming a hero and go out there and be heroic. Honestly, what can he do? He is just some guy and he hasn't even fully adapted to this place. But at the warning there was another confluence, he realized that meant people from other universes would be coming in and... maybe it's someone he knows. Desperate to find one of his friends (even if these are not the best circumstances), he heeds Alliance 's call and heads to Excelsior.

Sure this had happened to him, he too fell from the sky not so long ago, but it's very different to see it happen. Honestly, it's terrifying, although he is aware no one will get hurt from the fall - as long they stepped out of the way. After the first people hit the ground, Kaneki rushes towards the person closest to him to offer his hand ]

Are you alright?! [ he hopes they are!

But before he can say anything else, there is a loud sound of glass shattering right behind him. Someone just broke into a store and they are obviously taking their chance robbing the place while there is so much chaos around them. Why does everything happen so much?! ]

Vloggers

[ See, he really had no intention of doing anything at all. In fact, he is just there to help people and maybe find someone from his world - that is it! But now there are villains (...what) and they want to cause even more problems, so kaneki is out.

Or he was, if he hand't bee caught in the crossfire.

He was about to leave when suddenly he just starts... dancing. Very badly, Kaneki is not a good dancer, but here he is, doing so in front of everyone because of course he is. The woman holding her device so music can play laughs loud, proud of herself for managing to catch Kaneki like this.

Please. Help. ]

Waiting room

[ It all feels like it happens so fast, every single time. Confluences are confusion, but boy, being teleported around is also really disorienting. Once they are all in the waiting room and Atomight finishes his small speech, Kaneki decides to go around the room, looking at the people there. he even ends up tapping people on the shoulder, but once they turn, Kaneki gasps and quickly apologizes ] S-sorry! Wrong person...

[ It's obvious he is looking for someone - but he never finds them. Eventually he just hides away against a wall, hoping not to be notices as he flips through his phone, still hoping to find a familiar name among the network. In the end, he is still alone, hm? ]

vlog

[planetary_bonds]

[The laughter sounds almost like derisive mockery in his ears, even if it isn't aimed at him directly. If she had just managed to catch this person in a trap, it would be one thing, but Yusei's never been able to abide someone lording over their victims, no matter how innocent their enjoyment might be.

He doesn't rely on his newly acquired powers for this - it'd be too risky. It's easier to sneak up on the vlogger while she's preoccupied with Kaneki, and try to bludgeon her with some rebar he'd found.]

Oi. Is it fun, getting your laughter at someone else's expense?

[He's unable to keep himself from snarling those few words out, and that gives the vlogger enough warning to avoid his blow. But maybe, that'll give Kaneki himself some relief, once she focuses on him.]

Mina Ashido / OTA

[pinkxeno]

Confluence

[ The second Mina gets the message, she quickly gets up, puts on her Hero uniform and heads out. She doesn't even take a moment to rethink everything, because people need her help and this is what she does: she helps! Having lived through a Confluence herself, she is well aware at how scary it is for the people arriving (and falling!), so she even brought blankets to give to everyone.

Your character might be very lucky to be greeted by a pink girl with a mask and weird clothes, but a huge smile on her face ] Hey!! Welcome. Here, for you- [ she hands them a blanket ] You hurt anywhere? The fall is scary, but it shouldn't hurt you. [ unless they were already hurt back in their worlds? regardless, it doesn't matter! Mina is here to help ]

We should get outta here, more people will drop from the sky and the powers will start going crazy soon!

Villains!!!

[ Mina can both play defense role but also offense, and seeing the Vlog Squad are making a mess, it's her time to step in. Despite looking like a airhead, Mina does have hero training and she knows what she must do: identify the threat, see what they are capable of, compare to what she is capable of, and decide a route to immobilize them. Naturally, she can't handle them all at the same time, so she opts to go for Filter.

After finding a top of a wrecked car laughing, Mina opts for a quick approach: using her acid, she slides through the ground quickly and silently, while forming a blob of acid on her palm; Mina had intended to throw it at the cellphone that seems to be causing all the problems, and she would have gotten there if one of the other villains hand't spotted her and warned Filter about her. He quickly turns around just in time to avoid the acid, and uses his powers to turn the ground into quicksand which causes Mina so sink in. ]

Woah!?! What--!! [ the more she struggles, deeper she goes in, and Filter laughs again ] Good luck, pinky!! [ that's her hero name, although he says it mockingly.

And Filter runs away after, leaving Mina to struggle ] Get back here, you little--!!

Power Restored!!!

[ AND BACK TO THAT ROOM!

Honestly, it's annoying! But!! This was so much fun, it felt like she was back at school doing Hero work. It was a perfect time to hone her skills, and she is also glad the villains got caught. So while most people are most likely confused or frustrated or annoyed, Mina is super excited and she is ready to show it.

She turns to the first person closest to her, waving her arms ] Did ya see all of that?! Wasn't it cool!? Gosh, I got to fight a villain!!

villains!!!!!

[thecoolerloki]

[Once the scene is relatively clear with Filter off to ruin someone else's day, Loki approaches Mina and her quicksand pit and sits criss-cross applesauce just outside of it. He holds up his phone and starts recording her struggles.]

What sort of background music do you think would be fitting? I'm almost leaning towards no music and some royalty-free cartoon sound effects, but I'm open to suggestions if you have any.

yusei fudo | yu-gi-oh! 5d's | ota

[planetary_bonds]

[i. falling star]

[The last thing Yusei remembers is helping drag some hapless passerby to safety, grimacing as another cartoonishly bright attack passes overhead. Then suddenly he's falling in mid-air, so startled by the transition he forgets to scream. His first instinct is to wonder if his powers (powers? he has powers now?) have acted up again, so he bites down on his quickly rising fear to try and call for the winds again.

His attempt only results in a large burst of wind exploding away from him, somehow throwing him even further off course - and possibly impacting any other nearby fallers.

Sorry about that, by the way.

Any attempts to stay his fall prove pointless in the end when he just ends up falling to the ground, inflicting harm to everything in the vicinity except himself. Pulling himself up to his feet and crawling out of the crater he's made only gets himself greeted with a phone in his face, which he reflexively tries to slap away.

The clatter of the phone as it falls to the ground seems to deter a few curious onlookers, but it only encourages others to come forth, nearly making Yusei stumble back into the crater when he tries to step back.]

Can I...help you?

[this is not what he signed up for. like. none of this.]

[ii. cryptid]

[Yusei's first instinct, of course, is to help anyone that seems to be in danger. Unfortunately, this ends up causing more problems than not, as his powers often end up clashing violently with another looters. One particularly irritating encounter with a looter attempting to blast him with water results in his wind blasting the water every which way, leaving everyone drenched. The chaos even gets Fantastic's attention, and Yusei's able to get a few tips from the aero-inclined hero before the looters once again rear their heads.

Even with the tips, though, Yusei's probably going to attempt to stick to just physically fistfighting the looters for now. This is more familiar territory.

If he notices someone who looks like they've gotten recently drenched, well...]

...Ah. Sorry about that, before...

[iii. wild card prompt]

[pick and choose your prompts, or feel free to plot with me on plurk! weeeee]

Loki Laufeyson (Kid Loki) | Marvel Comics | OTA

[thecoolerloki]

I. vlog squad strikes back

[In the midst of all the chaos, superhero-ing and supervillain-ing, is a young boy casually strolling about as if this is an ordinary day and he wasn't flung through time or whatever. He doesn't look at all bothered, even as others run away from the potential emojification. Instead he has his own phone out and is filming, taking pics, making fancams, etc. If not for his stature and his dress and his only recently having arrived and thus having no built up internet presence, he might appear to be in on all this. Or maybe you still assume he's involved because why else would he be doing this?

And maybe you've also found yourself caught by one of the villains, stuck in a compromising but hilarious position. Don't worry! Even if the broadcasting meta isn't here to capture it, Loki's got you covered. He sticks his phone in your face and gives you a small smile.]

How unfortunate for you that this will go straight to "Trending" and "For You" pages. Or perhaps it'll be covered up by the larger accounts? What do you think? The algorithm is truly a fickle thing. Then again, that may work in my favor as they likely are spamming everywhere and thus actually getting less promotion or boring everyone and causing them to simply scroll past. Could you say something witty to up our chances? Maybe propose an open verse rap battle?

II. power restored - AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES

[Loki actually knows exactly where his room is, and it wasn't double-booked. Presumably the people in charge wanted to spare the accidental awkwardness of rooming with a random child, and yet! Here is a random child in your room! Because said random child decided he wanted to practice teleporting.

He might've gotten there before you, already relaxing on the bed with a soda from the mini-fridge. Which of course, will go on your credit card. He pays your entrance no mind in this case, flipping through channels with a bored expression.

Or you got to your hotel room before he could ransack it, in which case you're greeted with a kid suddenly materializing in the room, surrounded by a green aura. Noticing you're already here, he waves to you.]

I was sent here to check on you. Are you alright? Need any pillow chocolates or the like?

[Certainly not breaking and entering! Does it count as breaking in if there's no physical breaking in?]

III. power restored - lounge

[There's a cute little puppy in the lounge! Yay! This is just like when therapy dogs visit schools, everyone could use some puppy time right about now. Hopefully your definition of puppy time means a tiny Hel-hound ripping through furniture and spitting flames everywhere. Loki is nearby, not actively trying to stop him, but putting in enough effort to make it look like he is.]

Thori, you must realize by now that these cushions are not my enemies. As tacky as their patterns may be.

DEATHRIPPER HUNGERS!

At this point, you're much more of a Pillowripper.

for ikols 3:)

[thecoolerloki]

[After starting up his own various social media accounts(under the username REALLOKIOFASGARD, of course), Loki had approached the Vlog Squad and offered to collaborate and increase everyone's viewerships together. And things went okay! Loki was very proud of himself! Obviously this story would end with them all talking it out and no one getting hurt, just finding new ways to maximize engagement levels.

Except as he started gently prodding them, they got angrier at him which meant he also lost his patience and sorta maybe told them all their stuff sucks. And now he was sorta maybe stuck in a loop as they stuck various filters on him, rewinded, fastforwarded, and so on.

"This kid thinks he's better than us, so why don't we show him what it really means to go viral?"

When he's finally given a moment to breathe, a magpie appears beside him and then quickly flies away. Of course, this leads to more teasing about how useless his powers are, why did he think he was even close to their level, etc.

But the magpie flies off and eventually finds its target, landing on the older Loki's shoulder. Help him, it says in a familiar voice. And rather than exploding into blood as is the norm for Loki magpies, it just stays there. Occasionally repeating itself, maybe pecking at him, trying to urge him in the right direction.]

wanda maximoff | mcu | ota

[magija]

I. it's raining (super) men —

[ when she finds herself falling, she wonders if it's a spell gone wrong, if in her pursuit of trying to understand her powers by reading the spells of the darkhold, she'd somehow twisted the world around her (because it definitely wouldn't be the first time). caught between consciousness, she can't bring her mind into focus fast enough to conjure up the red spark of magic that would normally keep her afloat.

she's falling, falling, ready to collide with the ground before she can stop it — but she's on her feet, firmly planted, a wisp of red light ejected from around her body as the ground shakes and sinks to form a crater beneath her body.

arms extended out as she's crouched down, wanda pants heavily as she lifts her head, peering all around her. dressed in her costume, she's physically ready for a fight, but her mind is still trying to piece together what's brought her here and how.

this wasn't her doing, was it?

as soon as her eyes meet with someone else's, be they someone who's established here or another new arrival, she speaks up, ] Where am I?

II. crypto or cryptid —

[ whatever seems to be happening here, it doesn't take long to come to terms with the fact that she's been caught in the midst of a different kind of chaos, as if her very presence seems to just be constantly drawn to it. whether she specifically is at fault for it or not, it doesn't change the fact that she feels responsible enough to do something in trying to ease it down.

a) someone may find her rising into the air to approach a burning building. floating, she raises her hands, summoning a red glowing wisp of magic and guiding it to the fire, trying to contain it within the pressure of the magic in order to deplete it of oxygen to calm it down. is someone stuck inside? or maybe there's another hero looking to provide her some aid.

b) alternatively, it appears that one of the civilians has earned the ability to summon an endless supply of knives, throwing them uncontrollably around them. whether purposely with ill intent or an accidental lack of control, they seem to be a high level threat to hurting people in their path. wanda quickly jumps in to block a group of innocents hurdling defensively, creating a translucent force field to block away the knives from striking at anyone. ]

III. power restored —

[ eventually, it all quiets down as they're guided to where the guardian alliance explains their situation, words that sound all too familiar like some other form of the avengers (like when steve and clint and the others tried to welcome her in, tried to assure her of the good she could do; she wishes she still believe in those words like she used to).

she turns the phone and the credit card they'd given her in her hands, spinning them in her fingers like she's not sure what she's really supposed to do now. it's not like she understands enough of what's brought her here to make a choice on her next move, and until she knows more, she can't really make a decision. the best thing to do is just play along ... isn't it?

peering up to the closest person near her, she raises the credit card in her hand. ]

They're very trusting if they're handing these out to just anyone, aren't they?

IV. wild card —

( i'm open to doing variations of the above prompts and other things if anyone would like! we can discuss different scenarios on her ooc intro. i also have an abilities post that explains wanda's powers if needed. please consider filling out the permissions form related to wanda's telepathy, in case it ever comes up! hit me up at hepburns if you'd like to plot other things! )

iii

[thecoolerloki]

[As it turns out, Wanda is peering down at the closest person near her!]

My thoughts as well. One would think that if this is their third go-around they'd have some sort of vetting process. Then again this might very well be it.

If you end up buying a vat of acid and some rope to dangle heroes above it, your chosen affiliation would be obvious, for example.

Gwen Poole | OTA!

[variantcover]

A. hallelujah it's raining Gwen

[ As Gwen plummets from the Excelsior skies, she gets a certain song stuck in her head. It's a real tapper, and appropriate for the situation, she thinks. "Mama mia, here I go again," falling from the sky in a strange new world. As she pulls herself out of her crater, she tugs her cowl off, wringing out the rain soaked fabric and shaking free her blonde locks. Time to get a good look around and figure out where she's ended up this time. Same universe? New universe? She pauses, looking around for the edge of the panel and not finding it. ]

Hmm, nope. Not back in a comic book.

[ What? ]

B. cryptocurrency

[ New powers! That's been there, done that for Gwen. She'd even gotten used to some of her new-new powers during the last Confluence in Little Love! So when wannabe villains start looting stores, she draws her gun, shouts a quick, ] Gimme a net! [ and then fires. Indeed, just as she said, a net shoots forth from her gun and tangles up the villain who's trying to run from her, who then trips and falls onto the ground.

Gwen, looking pretty pleased, steps over to grab the purse the thief had stolen and return it to the little old lady they took it from. ]

Here you go, ma'am.

[ The retiree is so grateful that she insists on giving Gwen a reward, which hey! Gwen's not about to turn away free money. The lady reaches into her purse and hands Gwen a twenty dollar bill, which Gwen thanks her for and then goes to stick in the pockets that definitely weren't in her costume before she landed here in Excelsior, but that she's super grateful for now. Leg pouches are useful and all, but sometimes you just want pockets!

Except, as soon as Gwen shove the twenty dollar bill into her pocket, it immediately spits out... a tenner and two pennies. ]

What the %$#@? [ Did she somehow just bleep herself? How did she do that? ] How the heck did my pocket make change?!

C. dia-don't you dare

1. [ Back at the hotel, Gwen gladly accepts the phone and credit card, changes into more casual clothes, and decides to hang out in the lobby while she sets herself up on all this world's social media and gig-economy-for-heroes sites. Don't mind the small four-legged great white shark who's sitting by her feet, his big goofy tongue panting as he happily watches the hustle and bustle of people go by. Gwen is trying to get him to pose for pictures, but he's a little too easily distracted. ]
   
   C'mon, Jeffie, you're killing me. How are you going to become an instagram star if you don't know your angles?
   
   

   ---

   
   
2. (open to one roommate only)
   
   [ By the time you get back to your room, Gwen's already made herself at home, claiming the bed nearest the window. Or rather, it's more accurate to say that Jeff is the one who's made himself at home, rolling around on Gwen's bed until he's formed himself a neat little nest of blankets and pillows. He's a shark who knows what he likes, and what he likes is getting comfy.
   
   When her new roommate walks in, Gwen's on the hotel phone, ordering room service. ]
   
   Yes, two steaks please. One medium-well, and one extra rare. I mean still bleeding, if possible.
   
   [ She looks up at the person who just walked in, placing a hand over the receiver. ]
   
   Hey, I'm ordering dinner. Do you want anything? My treat!
   
   [ She isn't normally the type to offer to pay, but she's feeling extra generous today. Probably because she was just given a credit card with no limit. ]

X. cards gone wild

[ want something else? hmu @ millennialfalcon! will match prose/brackets. ]

C-1

[planetary_bonds]

[Don't mind the small four-legged great white shark? Don't mind? How could he mind the little bugger, he's far, far too cute for that.

yusei is, unfortunately, a sucker for small, cute creatures. why else would his deck look like that. this means that when jeffie is inevitably distracted by yusei walking nearby with a tuna sandwich from the hotel's cafe, yusei is immediately suckered in by the little shark...dog...thing.

It's just that. His face is just, you know, like that. So he's just impassively staring down at this adorable little shark dog with an expression that strongly implies he's about to kick it. He's not moving or anything, and is holding himself extraordinarily stiffly, but still. He's very captivated by your stupid dog shark creature.]

Otto Octavius | OTA

[doctopoda]

i. thunderstruck

[Otto smashes right into a car, because of course he does.

He clambers awkwardly out of the crater, supported by only one of his lower claws. The other is severed, and he quickly grabs hold of the broken actuator with his hands; it's twitching and spewing sparks everywhere. Not the greatest condition during torrential rain! Scowling at anyone nearby with a cell phone, he hurries off as quickly as he can.

Otto doesn't particularly want to start looting, but he wants to be a walking electrical hazard in a rainstorm much less. It's easy to break his way into a hardware store, where he can be found carefully applying some electrical tape and insulation.]

You're fine, you're fine. I know it isn't fixed, we'll deal with that later...

[He abruptly stops speaking if he notices anyone around. He really needs to stop doing that.

Once the tentacle is secured to his satisfaction, he heads back out into the streets to try and figure out just where the hell he is this time. He makes a somewhat imposing figure, tall and broad with a long coat and collar pulled up around his face, and of course the huge robot tentacles. But people don't seem...that alarmed? Not by him specifically, anyway, there's a lot of general running and yelling.

It's a little heartening. Enough so that he stops rushing about in a bid to get off the streets, and starts helping to clear them or pull people out of craters instead. He even lifts a car out of a few inches of rushing floodwater at one point!

He flees as soon as anyone starts taking photos, though. Seems he's not a big fan of his picture being taken.]

ii. post-arrival

[Immediately after being dragged away (to yet another location, probably by yet another wizard or some shit), Otto spends quite a while in the power nullification room. Look, if you're in a room that can materialize whatever you want, you may as well take advantage! He's set up a little welding station - in a corner, as private from everyone else around here as he can manage - and is fixing the claw back onto that broken tentacle.

One of the other actuators is helping. The other two sway idly behind him, like they're looking around - ]

Can I help you with something?

[He asks dryly without looking up from his work, if someone looks like they're staring. Yeah, they're totally looking around, don't worry about it.]

iii. the diadem

[Frankly, Otto is sick of being yanked all over various random dimensions. You can't really blame him for lurking in a corner of the hotel bar for a little while, drinking and trying to pretend like people aren't looking at all of the tentacle shit going on over here. He probably won't be approaching anyone here, sorry, but other people can totally approach him! The tentacles aren't even doing anything too scary!

Some do, anyway. That's where he runs into Peter, and then Norman, and that - he's not alone here. Not entirely. That's something.

Otto spends most of his time up in the room after that, but he does venture down to the lobby at one point to pick up takeout and some extra towels. Which is why the elevator you just called opens to reveal a large man with a large array of robot tentacles inside, taking up most of it.]

Oh. Sorry, I can -

[He pulls the tentacles in as much as he can. It's awkward and not that effective!]

iv. wildcard

(( hmu on lluosogrwydd or goldfinch#4530 on discord if you'd like to plan out something else! ))

( iii )

[bestversion]

[ kamala can't help staring. isn't that doctor octopus?? ]

Uhh, maybe I'll take the stairs.

[ not sure if sharing a elevator with a known supervillain is a good idea. ]

spider-man | marvel comics | one closed, the rest ota

[interloping]

●●● it’s raining (super) men — closed to tony stark ;

[ ‘Not this again,’ is Spider-Man’s first, second, third, and last thought before he finds himself grasping at the sky fruitlessly, legs and arms akimbo, eyes to the bright light and the gloomy skies, back feeling the sharp wind at his shoulder blades, his costume slowly getting soaked by the relentless rain.

This. Sucks.

At least he’s still masked and in full Spider-wear, and he’s pretty sure he’s still got all of his fingers and toes intact, but this plummeting through portals business is becoming old hat and not the appropriate-for-a-swanky-party kind either. More like a grubby, behind the dumpster —



And suddenly, his spider-sense warning him a little too late, there’s a wooshing sound and the hard clap of flesh meeting … metal? Spidey’s got his eyes shut and when he opens them slowly, one eye and then the other, he has a moment of further disorientation because he’d expected to see the ground. Or maybe a set of pearly gates. Instead, when he tilts his head upwards, he spots a familiar helmet and colourway that … well, okay, it comes with a lot of pretty confusing emotions, and he's gotta admit, not all of them are great.

Breathless, Spider-Man quickly recomposes his wits about him, enough to issue a casual: ]

Iron Man! — we’ve really gotta stop meeting like this.

●●● vlog squad strikes back — open to all ;

[ The arrival of the Vlog Squad is more or less the perfect distraction for a displaced superhero like Spider-Man, and boy he’s going to take a very real interest in doing his part. He has a history with wrangling hooligans, and he can’t imagine that this particular circumstance will differ too greatly.

Of course, youths can be so rude, and in the midst of said wrangling, he might come face to face with one of the squad getting up in his (masked) face with mockery and bad jokes. Not even Spider-Man’s brand of a bad joke either, but they're just jokes in bad taste.

So uncool. ]

Hey! Buddy! There is nothing wrong with being a hero, all right? Geez. Also I’ve totally got more followers than you!

[ He probably does not. Actually. Have as many followers as these guys probably do. Not so long as JJJ exists. ]

Can you believe that guy?

●●● power restored — open to all ;

[ Truth be told, Spider-Man isn’t exactly gearing up to go another round with whatever-the-fudge his new Confluence power allowed him to do, but hoo boy he’s still thinking about it. About what little he’d seen, wondering what more he might be able to do. First of all, he’s done with new powers — Really! He’d been through spider-puberty, and it was kind of the worst! The last thing he needs right now is some kind of approaching-mid-life-crisis with this new … whatever it is he can do! — but secondly: ... is this credit card seriously unlimited?

Because if so, he’s gonna need about fifty hot dogs … and maybe a few burritos for good measure. (And then he’ll have to figure out a place to buy some … supplies. Science stuff.)

He flicks the plastic card between the fingers of one hand, flipping it around and around, while his other hand scrolls blankly between the screens of his new cellphone. After his day with the Vloggers, using one feels a little bit like a sick joke, but. He needs some way of getting around, he supposes, so. Thanks, Guardians of the Confluence.

i. Still in his red-and-blues, Spider-Man can initially be found loitering in the Diadem hotel’s lobby for a moment as though he’s hesitating to check into his room. ]

You don’t think they’ve got like, a thousand thread count sheets up there, do you? I’m not sure my body’s made for that.

[ ii. Later, he might step out for a bite to eat though, seeking his usual comfort foods. If you’re within ear-shot, he might stop you with a wave of a hand. ]

Hey — if a guy’s got a real hankering for one of those really bad-for-you street vendor hot-dogs, where might he go? It's me; I'm the guy. But first dog’s on me if you let me in on the secret for best one in the city.

[ iii. And later in the night, he’ll be found hanging out on the rooftop, perched on the parapet like a gargoyle dressed in spandex. Totally normal. There are a couple of discarded wrappers on the ground below his feet, and to that Spider-Man waves a hand. ]

Don’t worry, I’m gonna take care of that. I’m a full believer in saving the planet, reducing waste and limiting humanity’s carbon footprint. You know, I’m still waiting for the day that David Suzuki takes my calls back.

●●● wildcard — ;

[ as always, if you aren't vibing with any of the above prompts, feel free to leave one of your own below! if you'd like to plot something or hash any details out, hit me up over on plurk (thwip) or PM! ]

( vlog - ms marvel )

[bestversion]

[ she squints at him for a moment. yeah, that's the spider-man she knows. that's good at least. maybe. ]

Do you even have a social media page? I feel like I would know that.

Drift » ota

[fastandcurious]

i. it's raining supermen

Drift hasn't had much time to get settled, the way he sees it. He crash-landed in the middle of nowhere a week ago, then got yanked all the way over here to Excelsior. There's been a real headache trying to work out what the locals want to do with him but thankfully that doesn't seem to be "keep the giant alien robot imprisoned so we can study him" (yet). After finally being released on his own, Drift is still trying to get his bearings. He needs to find some way getting income, because of course he does. How else is he supposed to get fuel, even the local slop? He's mostly kept to himelf, investigated the edge of the local street-racing scene, tried to keep himself out of the limelight--and then comes the freaky confluence storm all over again.

The storm is coming and Drift isn't quite sure on where to take shelter--or if even needs to. Then with the crackle of ozone, it's on top of him already. He hunkers down, waits for it to pass--and then the city seems to descend into chaos around him. Suddenly people are falling from the sky, others seem to be bursting out of buildings and along the streets, blazing with newly discovered power. Drift screeches to a stop at the edge of a crater, and deciding that a giant robot is probably not the best way to go, decides to manifest his holoform--to all outward appearances, the scruffy looking driver of that very fancy sports car. Scrambling down into the crater towards the new arrival, he skids to a stop to offer a hand up.

"Nothing broken, I hope?"

ii. crypto or cryptid

The problem with some people getting powers is that they then immediately use them to cause problems on purpose. One of the newly empowered smashes open a storefront to start handing out 'free' televisions. Another hefts a car, which is what grabs Drift's attention--and hurls it towards the front of a building. Whatever the grievance is, the impact shakes loose debris and falling chunks of masonry and steel that are enough to seriously injure or even kill someone--and Drift isn't really about that, even if someone might have a good reason to seek out some kind of revenge (but then it might just be petty vandalism). And unfortunately for his hero complex, there's someone or someones right in the path of the debris.

Before he can think better of it, he lunges forward. He transform with a distinctive sound, turning almsot instantly from a fancy red-and-white sports car to a towering edifice of alien technology. He lunges, sprawling himself over the smaller person, almost encircling them in his arms as the impact of steel and concrete makes him shudder. He winces, squints open his optics.

"Are you alright?"

( Happy to match format, or to write up individual starters or so something a little different, if you're interested! Hit me up via PM, on Discord at Starlight#5914 or on plurk gravenrose )

( ii )

[bestversion]

[ ms. marvel was just about to grab the debris when she finds herself grabbed and protected. okay. nice change. still weird though. and it's . . . a giant robot. not bay-verse at least . . . from what she can tell. ]

Uh, yeah. Thanks, but I did have it sort of handled. Still, I appreciate the save.

amadeus cho | open

[chulk]

i. arrival
[One giant green Hulk can be found beside a crater far larger than most. Oddly enough, no one is running away screaming and there's no widespread property damage other than the impact crater. In fact the closer you approach it becomes clear that the sizeable crowd is taking photos of him... posing?]

That's right, I am pretty awesome.

[He flexes an arm and kisses his bicep.]

Hey you! Want me to lift you up?

[Better make your decision quickly or you'll miss your chance in favour of him picking up a bunch of other people at once.]

ii. vlogger cringe
[Some way away from the Vlog Squad are wrecking havoc is Amadeus watching the events unfold on his phone with the most intense case of second hand embarrassment.]

...Guys like this are giving us a bad reputation.

[There's a burst of sound from his phone before he's turning away and cringing.]

I think we have to kick their butts. Hey, want to join me beating up some idiots?

[He's a scrawny teenager only wearing a pair of shorts, what could he possibly do?]

iii. dining out on someone else's card
[He's not feeling any of these guilds, but he has to admit they're being pretty generous right now. It's far better than all the tactics SHIELD had used and at least they were making it look like free choice was involved here. He'd still have to wait and see if they'd reveal their true colours, but getting the carrot is a nice change of pace.

Speaking of carrots, Amadeus's stomach chooses that moment to growl loudly, reminding him that during his very long day he hasn't had anything to eat.]

I could eat a horse right now. Maybe two.

[And then he's accosting strangers to ask for recommendations on where to eat.]

iv. wildcard
[Hit me up at greenlantern to discuss another option or just go for it!]

( i )

[bestversion]

No. And what're you doing?

[ why are you like this. ]

harley quinn | ota

[vexish]

♣ Crash landing
[Harley comes to just in time to see the ground approaching at a rapid speed. It's sadly not the first time something like this has happened, so she takes it with about as much concern as she might any other potentially dangerous situation. Which is to say, she crash lands in town with a holler and a burst of reckless laughter. Right on top of some poor idiot's brand new car.

The fact that lightning bursts and crackles all around her? Fucking awesome.

There's a second crash right beside her, and Harley gasps in delight at the sight of Bruce waiting for her on the ground, a big stupid smile on his precious face.]

Brucie, baby! [Harley squeals, hopping down off the disaster of a car to go embrace her beloved pet hyena. It's while she's in the middle of all the kisses to the face that Bruce is willing to tolerate that she realizes there's a whoooooole lotta people around. People who have their phones out, and pointed at her. It's only when she turns to face them with an awkward smile and a wave that everyone seems to realize Bruce isn't a dog. There's terrified screams as everyone takes off running.

She glances down at Bruce and shrugs.]

Must be one of those real unfriendly kinda places.


◆ Vlog Skwad
[Do you know what's more annoying than a gang of young adults that think they're so cool?

A gang of little shits that have newfound powers that are related to social media. It's annoying as hell, though that's only because Harley keeps getting caught in Filter's pictures.

She spends about thirty minutes floating in the air, doing flips before it gets old and she needs someone to drag her back down to the ground. There's a period where she spends her time repeating the same blip with her head turning into the unicorn emoji as a moving photo of her is played over and over again. It's impossible for her to pull herself out of the cycle, so someone else will have to knock her out of it.]

♠ Power Restored
[She doesn't want to make a habit out of showing up when she's summoned. Especially not by whoever it is that's pulled them all together in whatever in the hey this blank void of a training space is supposed to be. She likes to think that she listened to Atomight's introduction and all that he has to say. And really, she tries.

Or halfheartedly tries, her attention is more focused on all the other metas that are gathered here with her. She's in the middle of making up over the top backstories for each and every one of them when she's given a room at some hotel and a credit card. The thought of limitless funds is enough to pull Harley from her thoughts, and she turns to the person nearest her with a very important question.]

Who in the hell was that asshole, huh? Talk about a blabbermouth.

♥ Roller Derby
[Her room at the Diadem? Freaking fabulous. Nicest place Harley's stayed in a long, long while. She spends what amounts to entirely too much time jumping on the bed with Bruce, and blaring cartoons late at night while enjoying room service. She needs the rest after everything that went down at Corto Maltese, not to mention the shock of being thrust into this brand new reality.

After a few days though, Harley realizes something.

It's time for a little shopping excursion. She needs to make herself look as fashionable as always. So she hits up the shops, putting that credit card to good use in most cases. But in others, she just can't help herself, swiping a few things that are easy for her to pocket. Her fashion choices are all vibrant and obnoxious, but her favorite purchase of the day?

Her roller skates. The wheels light up with each and every move she makes. Amazing.

She wears them inside the Diadem along with one of her new outfits, skating through the halls. Later, she can be found with heart sunglasses on, Bruce on a hot pink leather leash as he literally drags her around town on her skates. They're having too much fun to really pay attention to things like other people, so a crash is a likely event.]

[Feel free to also toss up a wildcard scenario if nothing up above works for you! You can hit me up at trashpanda to figure something out, or just surprise me with mayhem!]

roller derby

[superhostage]

[ and crash they do, directly into a skinny guy in his early twenties wearing what looks like an alliance hoodie. he goes down like a sack of potatoes because he looks like a stiff wind would blow him over anyway, but it looks like this has happened enough to him--falling over, not being hit by a hyena and rainbow on skates--that he knows how to fall. he protects his head as he goes down under furry animal and tasseled lady, hitting the sidewalk pretty hard and grunting as something gets him in the gut.

when the metaphorical dust settles, he's left staring up in exasperation at the sky, wheezing a little to try to get his breath back. ]

You-- [ wheeze. ] You okay? [ come on, olly, that wasn't even your fault. probably. ]

[fridgeflower]

A. Confluence Incoming

Shit!

[ Cursing is about the greatest action Laurie can take. She suddenly becomes aware, and then she's falling. She's barely has time to realize that she's going to die (again!) when she hits the ground before... she doesn't. She opens her eyes, sucking in deep, shaky breaths, and she's sitting in a crater with her intact self and belongings.

She world comes back into focus slowly, the ringing in her ears clarified into the hum of a crowd. There are people standing over her, many filming on their phones as she pushes herself upright. There's snippets of exclamations and questions. Nobody offers her a hand up, but... Maybe that's understandable. She's just inflicted a lot more property damage that she ought to be way to squishy to inflict.

She groans and grumbles and gets to her feet, and-- These people are really intrusive. They aren't helping. She's confused, she's scared, she's irritated. Where is she? This isn't-- Dammit. God dammit. ]

Would you all just back off?

[ Some civilians gathered around the crater turn and leave hurriedly right away, some take their time, expressions turning slowly to anxiety before they back away and leave the immediate scene. A lighter dose of pheromones, but effective all the same.

Laurie climbs out of her stupid hole and starts down the street. Is this an isolated, freak situation or a Whole Thing? Better yet: ] Geez. Where even am I?


B. Power Restored

[ Laurie just barely restrains herself from a short, loud rage-scream (to be a little hyperbolic) when she suddenly blink into a new, new somewhere. She'd just spend the last little while wading through bad weather and worse overall situation, and-- She doesn't know what's going on, exactly, but she's drawn at least one reasonable conclusion... She hasn't made it to her own world. She'd been lied to, or she luck's just that/i> terrible.

She drops into the nearest chair, leaning forward to put her face in her hands (which doesn't help her running mascara situation). She holds this for a few seconds, huffs, and then starts digging around in her bag for a hair elastic.

As she's tugging her damp hair into a quick bun, she heaves a sigh and looks around at her fellow... imPorts? Transplants? Prisoners? She's looking for the familiar, not really registering the speech welcoming them to Wherever. Someone nearby gets: ] Hey. Can I ask you a question?


C. Diadem

[ Laurie's in room 404 of the Diadem. Fairly standard hotel setup. She's unsure whether they're being booked in pairs or single--there are two beds--but she's not worried about waiting around for the answer. She digs her spare set of clothes from her bag, grateful to incidentally have a second set of clothes, and enters the bathroom.

She's in there for a while. She showers, moisturizes, dries her hair, and redresses. When she emerges, she's not alone. Double-booked it is. ] Oh. Hey.


C. Hotel Bar

[ She only stays in her room briefly. Mostly, she's restless. Partially... Well, she might as well get any re-acclimating over with and take advantage of a free meal. So it's downstairs for dinner, and then afterwards...

Drinking. Obviously.

So sits Laurie Collins at the Diadem's bar, glass of wine in her hand and placid expression on her face. She's too tired, too jerked-around, to land on very solid feelings right now. ]

b

[the_caped_crusader]

Sure.

[ the voice might sound familiar to her, though his appearance is a little more uncharacteristic than what she might remember. rather than a $5,000 suit, bruce is dressed down in jeans, t-shirt, and jacket. his hair is slightly tousled, and his five o'clock shadow is just starting to sculpt his face. he reaches into his pocket to retrieve a napkin and holds it out to her. ]

Godzilla | Godzilla: The Series | ota

[chin_godzilla]

I. It's Raining (Super)Men
(Among the numerous people falling from the sky, it's near impossible not to notice the giant reptile among their number. A literal giant, hundreds of feet tall, ready to do some damage just by virtue of crashing down onto the city below. It's easy to see Godzilla's reactions from down below, steadily coming to and his eyes shooting open on realizing that he's falling from the sky! Visibly alarmed, the kaiju seems to reach for something on his person...and then he disappears?

No no, he's still falling from the sky. He's a lot harder to spot when he's shrunken down to near human size, but he's keeping his downward velocity. He'll be much easier to spot when he makes a very harsh impact on the ground, the reptile turning to land on his feet this time around. His quick thinking meant far less damage to the city than he otherwise would've caused.

There's an annoyed groan when he climbs out of the crater, glancing towards the onlookers and their cameras briefly before proceeding in a randomly chosen direction. While the big guy can't speak for himself, there's at least some clue in the charm he's wearing. It bears the guild's insignia...)

II. Crypto or Cryptid

(There's never a dull moment around here, is there? Accidents and incidents every which way with metahumans all over the place, doing their part for better or for worse. Godzilla's experiences usually involve dealing with other monsteers, so taking down people and not killing them is kind of its own task. Still, it has to be done. Going about the city in human size, he finds a few newly changed metahumans able to explode at will. Aside from frightening most people in range, these spontaneous combustions are coming out of a building, one that's beginning to rumble and lean a little too far forward.

As much as Godzilla might want to fight the bumbling idiots, he has no choice but to shift to his full kaiju size and try to hold the building up as long as possible. There's too many people nearby! And this thing collapsing is bound to hurt a bunch of them. He keeps his back to the building to try and keep it steady, but this thing's coming down and a loud roar is the best warning he can give for people to get out of here.

Which might be eaasier to manage if there weren't several overturned cars in the middle of an intersection. They need to go or people could be less clingy with their own cars. G does just fine without one; what's their excuse? Still, the big guy's got his hands full and they can only buy so much time.)

III. Power Restored

(Finally, a moment to breathe. After all of those disasters were taken care of and the heroes (and villains) brought here to be greeted by Atomight, Godzilla breathes a sigh and treats himself to a big stretch now that things are calm (back down to eight feet tall). There's a couple of guild members surprised to see that he not only already has one of their size changing charms, but that he already knows how to use it. Others may be able to listen in to their conversation and get some info on the kaiju he can't give himself:

Godzilla arrived during an earlier confluence and went missing shortly afterward without a trace. Most assumed it was the instability of the confluence dragging and dropping people wherever, but the mystery of his disappearance is solved, as he was flung forward a few months in time.

He was barely able to settle in the first time, so this is just rude. Still, the lizard's looking pretty proud of himself, even sharing some of his good mood with a passerby character with a nudge and a confident nod. Everyone did pretty well out there; it was a mess, but in his experience, it always is.)

IV.Wildcard

(Feel free to throw whatever prompts you might want with the big guy here; I'm open to ideas! Godzilla here's coming in with memories from his TDM threads, so if you hit him up then and want them to be canon, go for it! We can also handwave first interactions if you want; time shenanigans are what they are.

But yeah, feel free to PM this journal or hit me up on rikimaruhitori with any thread ideas. Enjoy this good boy and emotional support kaiju.)

Re: Godzilla | Godzilla: The Series | ota

[cavein]

III. Power Restored
[Flint feels himself slightly moved by friendly nudge. He glances over to his left, before belatedly realizing he also needs to glance up, way up. While not quite a match for the giants of his homeland, this man is still enormous by the standards of the room they find themselves in. Flint thinks he'd hate to find out what an unfriendly nudge from this stranger would feel like. Taking this in stride, which seems to be the only way to exist on this strange world, Flint holds out his hand to the stranger. ]

Hello, my name is Flint. Flint Carsen. Much like you, I assume, I'm new in town. What's your name....and do you happen to know how to use one of these?

[ Flint holds up the phone provided by the guild and does his best to approximate a friendly smile. ]

Flint Carsen | Original | OTA

[cavein]

It's Raining Supermen
[The first thing he notices as we he awakes is the whistling of the air as it whips by him. The second is feeling of wet on his face as he flies through the sheets of water on their way to the ground. As he opens his eyes, Flint realizes this is a fate they seemed destined to share. Bracing for impact, he finds himself surprised at the lack of force he experiences despite the amount of destruction around him that shows he clearly landed with a bang. As he lays supine on the cold, damp ground, Flint wonders at the mysterious force that scooped him up and deposited him here without injury. Realizing staring up at the sky would yield no answers, he begrudgingly pulled himself up and out of the crater his impact had caused.

Once on level ground, he finds he is surrounded by craters such as his own and in the sky more people are still falling. Further out, he can make out a crowd of people pointing strange devices at him that occasionally erupt in bursts of bright light that sting his eyes. Flint raises his hand to shield his eyes and as soon as he does a wall of unknown material appears in front of him cutting him off from the crowd. Feeling strange about the coincidence, he then wonders if the wall could shelter him from the rain as well. As soon as the thought is finished another wall appears and he is no longer being rained upon. Filled with relief that his immediate annoyances have been dealt with, he finds himself puzzling his next move. Realizing for worse or better the course of his life has been decided by falling into a hole, Flint decides to jump into the crater nearest his own. Another person may be better equipped to analyze the situation. Flint enthusiastically leaps down into the nearest crater and lands firmly on two feet and calls out to the occupant ]

Hello, my name is Flint. I believe we may find ourselves in a similar predicament and was hoping that together we may see ourselves out of it.

Crypto or Cryptid

[Having rallied around some of the other recent arrivals, Flint finds their conference broken by screams from above. Peering into the sky, he can see that there appear to be formerly flying vehicles that are now plummeting to the ground. As he watches, the first one hits the ground with a mechanical crash. Unlike his own fall, this impact deals damage to the falling item. From behind him, he hears someone yell that there are people in there. This gets Flint moving and he runs towards the nearest stricken vehicle. Sure enough, there are two passengers slumped over inside and apparently unconscious. Flint rips the door off the vehicle and removes the first passenger and hands them to the person who followed. Swiftly he grabs the other passenger and turns to his fellow rescuer, ]

Where should we take these people? I'm not really trained to render medical assistance.

Power Restored

[Flint's chaotic day is finally coming to a close. While it doesn't all make sense, at least the voice reassures him that the situation is being looked into and may get resolved. With the greater matters in someone else's hands, Flint confines himself to trying to solve his immediate issues. Having been handed two devices, that he does not recognize he begins to try and make sense of them with increasing frustration. Realizing he is out of his depth, he looks around for someone who is actively operating their "phone" and appears to know its functions. Finding one such person, he approaches them. ]

Excuse me, but I seem to find myself further behind that most in my understanding of this world. I don't suppose you would be willing or able to assist me with the operation of these devices.

[ Flint self conciously holds out his phone and credit card. ]

Crypto or Cryptid

[helpdesk_hero]

[Nothing got David's attention in situations like this quite like injuries could. He'd started sprinting for the vehicle, and shocked to watch the stranger in front of him tear off the door. Shocked enough that he doesn't have time to warn the guy not to move them until David has checked them out first.

So he takes the person in his arm and carries them carefully just a bit further away before reaching into his powers. A mask of golden light forms over his fast, a bit like a ball mask, mostly so he can hide his identity a bit for when the people wake up. Then, with a touch and a gesture, a golden brace collar made of light formed around the neck of the person he was looking at.]

Put them down, carefully. I need to check to see if it's safe to move them before we get them back to where I saw ambulances. Do not remove anyone from any other vehicles unless they are smoking or burning. If you find someone bleeding or really badly injured, call out to me. I'm a doctor.

[More or less.]

eddie brock | ota

[frenchkissed]

god bless mother nature.

( when eddie brock says he's so goddamn tired of falling out of the sky—

he doesn't do heights the same way he doesn't do kissing on the first date or his taxes ( one out of respect, the other because he's sort of lazy that way. ) venom takes the shock of it, even though he doesn't really need to. even if eddie wasn't encased in goo and teeth and whatever other genetic materials compromise his monster partner, he'd probably be okay.

those who were around long enough to see the whole thing get to watch in real time as a man goes from falling from the sky, to turning into a goo monster, to turning back into a regular dude as he lies in his crater, unfit to move.

late-comers just get to hear one-side of a mumbled conversation: )

...We can't keep doing this, man... Little bitch? Yeah, okay, first off, fuck you. That was, like, twenty miles of sky. We should be dead right now... Yeah, yeah, thanks to you... No, man, I'm not moving. I gotta, like, recover, y'know? For regular people, falling out of the sky is a huge shock. Broken bones and all that. Gimme a minute... Nah. It's good. Rain is good. It's, uh... sobering.

( he's oozing goo, which eventually forms into a large, black umbrella. feel free to take a picture. )

.dauqs golv

( venom and eddie are used to the more hands-on types of villains, big monsters who throw cars and destroy towers and plan really impromptu murder-weddings. whatever playlist has going on, it's not out of their element, per se — they're the lethal protector, they can handle anything — but it is... different. hard to bite the head off of someone who can freeze you in place. also, no, they're not going to bite the heads off of anyone, jesus, venom. )

!MEHT TAE EM TEL ,EIDDE
!SEMONORTEM OTNI SNOTELEKS RIEHT NRUT I NEHW KOTKIT FO GNINAEM EURT EHT WONK LLIW YEHT

!MEHT TAE EM TEL ,EIDDE
!SEMONORTEM OTNI SNOTELEKS RIEHT NRUT I NEHW KOTKIT FO GNINAEM EURT EHT WONK LLIW YEHT

!MEHT TAE EM TEL ,EIDDE
!SEMONORTEM OTNI SNOTELEKS RIEHT NRUT I NEHW KOTKIT FO GNINAEM EURT EHT WONK LLIW YEHT

( it's just this on repeat for a while, a real-life gif of venom taking a battle stance before reversing, and doing it again. and again. and again.

it'd be nice if someone freed them, but they're looking a little scary like this. maybe it'd be safer to keep your distance. )

dinner dates.

( while they didn't get as much heroing in as they would have liked to, eddie and venom still helped people, and that's really what it's all about at the end of the day. they can talk battle strategies later. back at headquarters, they're too busy looking over their new phone and money card to really think about fighting. )

EDDIE, DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS?

What, bud?

WE CAN DINE ON SUSHI, BRAINS, AND TATER TOTS! FREE OF CHARGE!

None of those things go together. But, uh, yeah. Yeah, that's true. Credit card on someone else's dime... we shouldn't abuse it or anything, but dinner's fine, right?

( eddie turns to whoever's closest, and venom's eyes follow. )

We've had a really, really crazy day so... how about it? Dinner on us?

( the glaring, menacing alien head hovering over eddie's shoulder says that saying no isn't really an option. )

wildcard.

( or whatever else you're in the mood for!! we can plot on plurk ( wiisports ) or via DM! )

dinner dates

[optionwhatever]

[ Eddie’s nearest dinner date is some kind of seven foot tall pink power ranger, with a smart phone that looked comically small in her big armored hand. ]

Hey, squishy - [ POINT ] You got some kind of gross bug floating around over your head. Didn’t know they even got this big on Earth.

[ Reaching over to swat at Venom’s head like one might swat a fly. It’s good for Spinister that his hologram (solid as it may feel, in this case) won’t lose much except some dissipated light if it gets an arm chomped off. ]

Number Five | The Umbrella Academy

[forasecond]

OOC

Note

Default to prose, will match brackets; mid-to-long tags; introspection & occasional silent tags w/o any kind of dialogue.
HMU on Five's HMD / @ loyalwolf[#3540] on plurk[/discord] for something specific!

I. It's raining (Super) Men

OTA

One minute, Number Five was in a circle with his siblings, preparing to go back to their proper timeline after narrowly averting a (second) Apocalypse (caused by them) and the next, he opens his eyes to find himself hurtling through the sky. "Aw, fuck," he mutters, but as he barrels toward the rooftop of a building, he spacial-jumps in a tuck-and-roll and lands a lot less damningly a few feet away from where the intended impact would have been. For a moment, he lays with his back pressed flat against the rooftop to catch his breath.

But it's only for a moment. Then he's pushing to his feet and taking in his surroundings. "Vanya?" He calls out. "Klaus?" He huffs a sigh. "Anybody?" he asks with a growl.

He blinks over to the rooftop exit door and finds it locked. "Goddammit," he goes over to the edge of the building. It's a pretty long drop, but he's already calculating the odds of what a miscalculation in getting from here to the ground might cost him––

And he decides the risk is worth it and steps into one portal and out of another on the ground somewhere in the middle of downtown...whereverthefuck he is. On that note, he gets the attention of the first person he comes across, "Hey– where am I? And what year is it?"

ii. crypto or cryptid

OTA

The streets of the city are effectively in absolute chaos. There's damage of all kinds in every direction of every flavor and size, but perhaps more important than the property damage, it's all the people that seem to have suddenly developed powers.

Normally, Five might have ignored this. He was hardly the best choice for mentor even if he could probably commit all of his father's trainings to a lesson plan by memory, but it's a little hard even for him to ignore it when someone's having a meltdown over something they just did accidentally with powers they don't understand.

"Dammit," he heaves a sigh and blinks closer to where the person is, walking over toward them. Five doesn't have a great bedside manner, but he manages a simple, "What's goin' on?" that's only a little clipped in tone.

iii. power restored

OTA

Five finds teleportation he isn't personally in control of far more unsettling and annoying. Suddenly finding himself in a too-white, clinical lobby of some kind is unnerving, but the explanation at least comes soon enough. He makes mental notes of the important parts of it: Third set, confluence, other universes, Guardian Alliance, and most importantly home.

But none of that matters right now. So he seeks out a cup of coffee and keeps an eye out for one of his siblings to be in the mass of people in this room. He isn't sure if it's better for them to be here or not, but his family have been his most prominent, single-minded focus for decades now, and he isn't letting go of that any time soon.

He doesn't look particularly approachable, but don't let that stop you or anything.

i.

[portolan]

The Confluence warning came earlier that afternoon, and he's been here sweeping the streets on his hoverbike more or less ever since. It's about all he can do that feels remotely useful; illusions aren't much help for the injured, though a well-placed one can coral a group of people quite easily.

He's passing through a fairly deserted street when a child in a very formal looking uniform simply appears. It's not the strangest thing he's seen, but it immediately makes him wary; children are volatile, and there's an enormous range of abilities someone here could have.

He slows his bike to see if he can either offer the kid a ride or get him to keep moving when he hears the question.

"Excelsior, some version of Earth, and I believe twenty--something." The calendar here is still foreign to him. "It's in the thousands."

Bucky Barnes | MCU

[sinistral]

Crypto or;
The whole being hurtled through the sky thing was getting really old. Bucky had pretty strong feelings about it the first time around; he definitely didn't need a second experience to know he didn't like it one bit. But once more with feeling or something like that; Bucky pulled himself up off the ground and then had to quickly duck a bolt of lightning coming from someone's eyes.

What the hell. Seriously, world? Seriously?

He rolled behind a car that had thus far escaped most of the mounting chaos caused by Lightning Eyes Dude. Sounded like the guy was panicking pretty badly, so perhaps the damage wasn't intentional. Or it could all be an elaborate charade, that possibility hadn't escaped him. But no one actively seemed to be doing anything useful about it, which just made Bucky sigh. This crap had gotten old, fast.

"Close your eyes!" he yelled, leaning out from the cover of the car just enough to get a better look at the scene. "Close your damn eyes!" Maybe not the best plan, but certainly worth trying.


Vlog Squad;
Maybe a guy who was once known as the Winter Soldier shouldn't critique other people's names. Glass houses, blah blah blah. Maybe Bucky was finally showing his actual age and far too much of the kids-these-days attitude.

Or maybe this Filter person was just a prick.

Floating — stuck — in midair and wearing a flower crown, Bucky Barnes was not feeling very generous at all. While he very much didn't want to fight, the inclination to give that particular nuisance a punch with the metal fist grew with every moment he had to wear the silly thing. When the flower crown started creeping down his left side, vines twisting and winding around his arm, was when he almost lost it. "You've got to be kidding me!"


Power Restored;
Teleportation? Bucky decided he was over that as well. At least this time it didn't come with rain and explosions and jackass vloggers. It did come with a speech that offered far less information than he would have liked, but Bucky would take what he could get. Importantly for now were food and shelter, and dry clothing. Or the first two at least; he'd have to see about the third on his own apparently, but at least the credit card could probably cover that need.

But first? Food. And what was even better than the idea of a meal? A coffee shop right by the hotel. Caffeine would more than suffice as a first stop, and Bucky wasted no time in procuring the largest, blackest brew the shop had. Unfortunately for him, on his way out of the shop he bumped into the person coming in and while his reflexes were fast enough to mostly catch the cup, he also ended up crushing it in the process. Coffee, meet floor. And clothes. And probably other person's shoes too.


Wildcard;
Your choice; you're welcome to contact me if you want to plot something out. Your character can totally recognize Bucky from the original TDM and wow look at that, he's been yanked through time to now, isn't that weird. Wanna be roommates? Hit me up and we'll chat. Wanna get into shenanigans? Come at me bro. Please feel free to use brackets if that's your preference and I will happily match style. As far as timeline is concerned, Bucky is early Civil War and my only request is for no spoilers for the latest Spider-Man as I haven't yet seen it.

Crypto or; i have this icon so i had to

[fastandcurious]

Drift had come to a rubber-burning, tire screeching halt in his alt-mode when some poor guy was suddenly shooting arcs of electricity from his eyes. Thankfully, he hadn't look in Drift's direction yet--but Bucky yelling from behind him might well change that.

"Don't attract his attention, idiot!" He protests, voice heavy with electronic alteration. And then the guy is of course, looking towards them.

"Close your eyes--!" Drift says hurriedly. He has two choice here: get hit by the lightning, or move out of the way and let the tiny, fragile organic get hit by lighting.

He's pretty sure he can take this.

He hopes. So he lurches himself forward with a roar of his engine and a rumble of tires on pavement to try and create some space. No need for anyone else to get zapped, right?

"Get back!"