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meta moderators ([personal profile] metamods) wrote in [community profile] metalogs2023-02-15 02:09 am

HOUSE OF M(ETA)





HOUSE OF M


A DREAM IS A WISH…

In dreams you will lose your heartaches,
whatever you wish for,
you keep.

Anti-Meta sentiments are on the rise. This is no secret. Check the news and you see it, politicians arguing about the dangers that superhumans pose to the world. What if they go rogue? What if they stage a mutiny? How can they tell that heroes are really the good guys, when so many of them have secret identities. In the last week, multiple protests against metahumans potentially moving to their cities have broken out across the United States. Some cities have proposed legislation that would make it illegal for metahumans to live within their borders.

Excelsior is leading the charge, politicians are looking to ban any metahuman whose abilities are not technical in origin from living there.

It is little wonder, then, that so many go to bed dreaming of a better world. One without the hardships of this one, or of the one they endured before.

Meanwhile, across the country, Sunset Falls is in a state of change. Mayor West finally has candidates willing to take the position of Mayor from him. This shift in the city's attention prevents anyone from paying much mind to the odd and potent energies taking shape. Sure, there are strange occurrences happening. A young woman walks by the school and immediately forgets her name, her job, and where she lives. Others report a strange feeling of being watched. Those sensitive to it may feel something otherworldly and strange hanging in the air. Bearing down on them with oppressive force.

And, dear heroes, as you know - two forms of surging energies create what is known as a Confluence.




THOSE LEFT BEHIND

You wake to pandemonium.

An emergency broadcast is blaring across any transmissible signal. A Confluence of unprecedented size has struck. Half of the country has been consumed by it.

By noon, there is a quarantine in place - not that anyone seems to be trying to leave the affected area. No, this quarantine is to prevent people from trying to go in. Unauthorized access is not permitted, not until the capes in charge have a better idea of what is going on. Once again, the Godfall Protocols are enacted. All able-bodied metahumans are recruited to the task, and once again, the Starfallen will find themselves standing shoulder to shoulder with those far weaker than them.

This time there is no giant monster to fight. Just a barrier, invisible to the naked eye, that seems to alter anyone who enters into it. The early metahuman scouts report themselves to be unaffected for the first few hours, but any normal humans who enter this space quickly find themselves… no longer themselves.

Atomight, Frances Starling and Mechanima are all at the Alliance HQ. For once, the three faction leaders seem to be in perfect harmony. This is a bad idea, they cannot send their people into this No Man’s Land… but they have no choice. The Godfall Protocols are what they are, they were created for this very reason. Though they are not arguing with each other, the government agents suddenly standing in HQ are telling a very different story. The three of them are not hiding the fact that they are all too aware that their “freedom” comes with a price, and their resentment is reaching a boiling point.

At some point during these early hours, Atomight finds himself temporarily locked out of his office. While the three leaders are distracted trying to regain entry, Fantastic takes center stage and begins issuing the most scripted heart-felt speech you have ever heard. Unlike the other three, he doesn’t seem to care much for what he could be sending people into. This is not a speech meant to inspire confidence that all will work out in the end, that the weakest among them will be taken care of, it is a speech to inspire soldiers.

By the end of this first day, they have gathered enough information to make a determination. The Starfallen seem to be more resilient to whatever effects are occurring than the rest of the population. They are called to a unique, private meeting - one in which all three leaders attend.

“We don’t know what you will be facing there,” they state plainly. “But we know you have the best chance of making it out with your minds intact.”

The choice is yours. You can help secure the area, you can retreat to Little Love and hope that this expands no further, or you can step into the unknown.

You can engage with the leaders here.

HOUSE OF (M)ETA.



Inside the quarantine zone, all is well.

Your alarm rings a little late and you find yourself groggy and briefly disoriented, as though waking from a very long dream. One that you find yourself considering to be unpleasant, and not worth thinking about. You stretch and slide out of bed, perhaps kiss your partner good morning and prepare yourself to wrangle your children and get them prepared for school, but today is like any other day. The world is as it always has been, and you find yourself oddly comforted to know that things are not as bad as they could be.

And then your day begins.

If you are a card carrying member of the Guardian Alliance, then you report to work before most of the world is up and running. Atomight appears to be busy in Central City, as he is not present and is not answering any calls, but you know what to do. The Guardian Alliance is all about finding ways to be useful, without enrolling in any of the government run Metahuman departments. It pays less, and you have to have frequent check-ins with actual government approved heroes, but you find a measure of freedom in it… though the pressure is immense. One wrong move and you may find yourself imprisoned for “irresponsible” use of your powers, branded as the reason why metahumans should stay under the thumb of the government after their service ends, and not allowed to organize themselves in fear they may take over the world.

If you took the darker path, then you will find yourself reporting to an ordinary office building in whatever city you live in, for a boring job that you do not have. Villainy is not a safe passtime, but those who band together tend to stay alive a little longer. The Society of Villainous Reformation exists to provide the community that most villains lack. Villainy comes in many shapes and sizes, and the Society has all sorts. The only uniting factor in this faction is the fact that you do not want to be used the way heroes are. You want to use your powers as you see fit, whether that means you get an edge on tests or rob banks to your heart's content is up to you.

Or are you a vigilante? A complete wildcard, answering to nothing and no one but your own personal sense of justice? Vigilantes have a reputation for being brutal and efficient, needing none of the teamwork and oversight that the guilds use. They are also generally less accountable, unless The Society or the Guardian Alliance steps in.

Starfall, formerly Starstruck. He was one of the first heroes to enroll in the government's War Hero project, which has now become a mandatory military service for all young metahumans upon reaching 18.

The most concerning thing right now in the world is the cult, the Battlements of the Shining God. They are known to sacrifice people to their fearsome God, stating that it will give them the power to put things right. But… you have never seen them in person. Only heard of the wreckage they leave. But disturbingly, if you tune in to the nightly broadcast that the Dreamers of the Willow Maiden put out to help lull you to sleep, you will note they seem… off. Warning of a war that is coming. You are fairly certain you can handle a confrontation with them, though. After all, nothing you couldn’t handle has ever happened.

And as you fall asleep at night in this perfect world, in your perfect life, you swear you hear The Lady herself whispering in your ear. Wake up, wake up, this dream is not yours to live.

Yet when you try to hold on to those words, they slip from your thoughts. And when you awaken, all remains as it should be.

SNAP BACK TO REALITY





For those who agree to go into the quarantined zone, you find yourself given the best gadgets both the Alliance and The Society can offer. They are unsure how to prepare you for this, though the scouts that made it back say that things seem… fine. Peaceful, even. Everyone seemed so happy, but they did not recognize them.

Contact will be difficult to maintain. The radios were functioning while they were inside, but it seems that the further they went into these zones, the worse communication got.

When removed from the quarantine zone, those who were affected regained themselves bit by bit. Some held on stubbornly to their illusionary life, but when presented with undeniable evidence of the life they had before, and reminders of any joy they found within it, they came back to themselves.

“Are you saying that they have to befriend them to remind them of their sanity?” Mechanima asks, torn between incredulity and amusement.

“What he’s saying,” Frances cuts in, “is that they need a reminder that they have a life worth living outside of whatever the hell is going on in there.”

Atomight nods. “This appears to be a shared delusion manifested by magic. So, a mass psychic relay would be the best way to break the hold. However, it will take time to do safely.” He turns to the gathered volunteers. “Your job is to start cracks, so the whole thing shatters when we deliver the final punch… and no one soul is left bearing the brunt of that psychic backlash.”

There’s a moment of silence. You find yourself being handed resources for your trip inside - no weapons, just first-aid kits and any items you may have told people to gather that could remind your lost friends of who they are.

"This is going to change everything," Atomight continues. "Even if all this goes to plan, the fact that it happened at all means things won’t stay like they’ve been."

He doesn’t elaborate. Mechanima’s mask turns to troubled static, and Frances throws a glance back towards the Alliance’s tents. Many of the native metahumans are gathered, and Fantastic is posing for photos with them. The hashtag #METASTOTHERESCUE has been trending for hours, and were you to believe social media, Fantastic is the one leading the charge.

You turn, take a deep breath, and walk through the invisible threshold into another world. The teleportation devices you have been given will take you directly to the city of your choosing.

IN SUMMARY...

  • The unrest in Excelsior and the upcoming election in Sunset Falls has caused a massive confluence, which has affected a great portion of the country.


  • Anyone within the border of these affected areas finds themselves thrust into an alternate universe, wherein they lived a very different life as a native citizen of this world. In this version of the world, the Godfall Incident never happened.


  • All metahumans - regardless of if they belong to Society, the Alliance, and the Unaligned - find that the Godfall Protocols are being enacted, meaning that metahumans will be conscripted into assisting. Knowing most metahumans do not stand a chance against whatever metaenergies are causing this, the leaders of these groups are asking the Starfallen to enter willingly.


  • Being in the alternate universe for more than 72 hours will make you start to believe that you are part of it. It is very keen to assimilate you into it, and you may find yourself slowly developing false memories the longer you are in there.


  • Exiting isn't an immediate cure, but the longer you are out, the faster you will come back to yourself.



  • You can bring your AU-affected friends back to reality by reminding them of who they are, and that the life they have outside of the bubble is equally good as the one inside.


  • Anyone who wants to sit this one out can kick back, relax, and enjoy some Kansas hospitality. Little Love is a safe area and will protect any citizens who do not feel capable or are unwilling to jump into the unknown.


Please direct any questions regarding this log HERE.
dothelokimotion: (When they do beautiful things)

[personal profile] dothelokimotion 2023-02-19 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
Surely that's not a terrible thing.
unkindled_madness: (what does it matter...?)

[personal profile] unkindled_madness 2023-02-19 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
No, not terrible. But I do think it works in your favor.
dothelokimotion: (Old management is back in charge!)

[personal profile] dothelokimotion 2023-02-19 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
That's fine with me.
unkindled_madness: (what does it matter...?)

[personal profile] unkindled_madness 2023-02-19 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Sephiroth chuckles.]

I expect a good show, then.
dothelokimotion: (Comfort was the answer to all)

[personal profile] dothelokimotion 2023-02-19 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
I'll put on my best.
unkindled_madness: (relaxed)

[personal profile] unkindled_madness 2023-02-19 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
Hmm... I wonder if I can guess which that is.
dothelokimotion: (Coils of the universe unwinding)

[personal profile] dothelokimotion 2023-02-19 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
It's more fun to leave you guessing.
unkindled_madness: (what does it matter...?)

[personal profile] unkindled_madness 2023-02-19 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
You always seem to have things in your closet I've never even seen before.
dothelokimotion: (Comfort was the answer to all)

[personal profile] dothelokimotion 2023-02-19 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
It's important to have a varied closet. Especially in entertainment.
unkindled_madness: (really?)

[personal profile] unkindled_madness 2023-02-19 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
Of course. I'm just impressed.
dothelokimotion: (In context of the storyteller)

[personal profile] dothelokimotion 2023-02-19 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
Is it really impressive?
unkindled_madness: (surprised nerd)

[personal profile] unkindled_madness 2023-02-19 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Sephiroth blinks.]

Isn't it?
dothelokimotion: (Miscommunication leads to everything)

[personal profile] dothelokimotion 2023-02-19 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ loki chuckles. ]

I'm only teasing. It can be a lot of work sometimes, but I suppose I don't know if I'd rate it on how impressive it is.
unkindled_madness: (really?)

[personal profile] unkindled_madness 2023-02-19 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
I think it's some sort of accomplishment when it's varied enough your own husband doesn't know all of it.
dothelokimotion: (The concept of transitioning)

[personal profile] dothelokimotion 2023-02-19 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
Well, your expertise is in rocks, not clothing.
unkindled_madness: (incredulous)

[personal profile] unkindled_madness 2023-02-19 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
Are you suggesting I'm simply unobservant?
dothelokimotion: (Fear is a reasonable response to life)

[personal profile] dothelokimotion 2023-02-19 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
I'm suggesting you don't have an eye for it.
qualityfriend: (taken aback)

[personal profile] qualityfriend 2023-02-19 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
[She blushes slightly. It's about half acting.]

Sorry, I just thought- you look a lot like one of the Wayne boys. Sorry for the mistake.
welcome_summer: (And so I said...)

[personal profile] welcome_summer 2023-02-19 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
"That's true, we do love our festivals out here. Plus a trip out here gets you out of that nasty cold snap."

A blond teen winds his way through the crowd carefully, reuseable bag full of sweets. He waves and makes a beeline to the group.

Mayuko waves back and continues, "Heavens know many of the students around here should be making the rounds, not waiting to choose until their service is done."
Edited 2023-02-19 06:43 (UTC)
hacktivision: (Default)

Alec Hardison | Leverage | OTA

[personal profile] hacktivision 2023-02-19 08:11 am (UTC)(link)

01. Recruiting



[ Starting today, outside of the area affected by the event, an ad starts popping up on social media. Particularly for people who are searching for answers on friends who have lost their memory, or had their memories rewritten.

It looks like this..

Anyone who clicks that ad is directed to a page with resources; The first several of which are pages with information to route most visitors back to the Alliance's rescue effort.

Of course, the real targets of Hardison's ad will keep scrolling. He's not looking for people who want the Alliance's help; He's looking for the people who are desperate for an alternative.

After a few misdirects to weed out anyone who'd go to the alliance, finally they're led to a private discussion group, with the following message stickied at the top:
]

Okay, so, we all got people on the inside we want to rescue, right? Can't say I'm particularly keen on getting involved with Fantastic.

But I still got someone in there that I need to rescue, and I can't do it on my own. I figure a bunch of you are in the same boat. Anyone looking to start a little grassroots rescue effort? Do some DIY?


-

02: Treasure Hunt



[ One of the missions Hardison sent some of the teammates on was to take a USB stick loaded up with code, take it inside the barrier, and plug it into a computer — any computer — with internet access. His code would do the rest.

And so, within the affected area, suddenly stories have been circulating & popping up on the feeds of every social media site. They're stories much like this one, promising riches of all kinds just sitting there waiting to be taken... all sitting well outside the perimeter of the spell. Hopefully, Hardison can entice some of the affected into leaving without having to lift a finger.
]

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03: Wildcard?



Gimme a starter, or hit me up on [plurk.com profile] thepreciousthing
lowercase_el: (044)

[personal profile] lowercase_el 2023-02-19 11:42 am (UTC)(link)
No one sees him take the ray gun. Anytime anyone so much as looks in Tim's direction, there's a blue blur and they're down. Eventually all of the villains are. The shielded guardian slams down the last standing super strong mook, one of the ones that dragged Tim to the gurney, with a shield blow loud enough to shatter a nearby window.

He does down. There's no blood so apparently that much force was necessary because it concussed him but didn't even cause a cut.

One of his teammates, a woman in black and red robes with lameller armor, slices through Mutagenia with a psionic energy blade in the shape of a dao. It leaves no injury and no bloodshed, but definitely stuns her. She's left groaning and still on the ground.

"Alright, everyone, follow protocol." Thirteen starts barking out orders at a good clip. "We need to secure these idiots for arrest, and start on equipment recovery."

A giant muscle-babe Thirteen didn't name and a man wielding yellow energy constructs start work on placing power dampeners on everyone who's down, clearly already pre-coached on their role.

Thirteen turns to a clearly tech-themed hero, with cyber locks that look like actual plugs.

"Wirez, after securing the device, focus on copying all her data before we move anything. It's too important to risk any data loss. There's gotta be something in there that can be used to un-mutate her victims. They managed some progress with that victim back at base, so it might be possible."

He turns to two other heroes, with costumes in solid bright colors like him. One of them has an outfit in red, blue, and white, with a really stupid-looking metal helmet. The other has metallic looking skin, with tights in red and yellow.

"Peacekeeper, Nucleon, go check out the cages we saw on infrared and assess the other victims for transport. Hopefully, most of them are still conscious enough to cooperate, or at least easy to sedate."

He turns to the sword lady and his tone gets a bit dryer.

"Dao, stab King Snake if he tries to eat anybody."

"Gladly. My favorite past-time," she says.

"Fuck you," says the man with the giant snake head, as he also puts power restraints on everyone. Dao just follows him around, a hand on the hilt of her sword, just itching for a chance to stab him.

This is what the reality alteration gave Kon, the thing that he felt like he'd lost. That had been given away to someone else.

Clarity. Purpose. A well-defined role. He knows his place in the world, he knows what he's supposed to be doing. He has direction.

Even if it's one that's been decided for him.

"I'll go take care of the civilian." Thirteen finally turns and walks back towards where Tim has sheltered. Tim will find he mirrors his position, either standing to face him or kneeling next to him. Whatever won't cause him to tower over him. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

There's a spark of white light in his eyes as he looks Tim over for any broken bones with X-ray vision.

"I don't see anything broken."
Edited 2023-02-19 11:44 (UTC)
unkindled_madness: (what does it matter...?)

[personal profile] unkindled_madness 2023-02-19 02:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, perhaps you should be doing more to teach me.
robintohood: (And a villain)

[personal profile] robintohood 2023-02-19 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)
["Boys?" Interesting way to describe him and Bruce]

Not at all, miss. It's just rare for me to hear that name these days. You are...?
definecat: (shoulder cat)

[personal profile] definecat 2023-02-19 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Sleeper gives a slightly approving sound at the choice bits, although they have no intent to indulge just now. Perhaps a show later for those back at the lair to make sure the point of this night's exercise settles in well.

"I would not be so rude to the neighbors when there isn't enough to properly share. Your consideration is touching, beyond the need of identification of the dead." The head and the personal effects were probably more than sufficient for that. The two who are now carrion were nearly always together on...outings.

"Our philosophy is that we should be civilized members of society, and not prey on those who will be destroyed by the actions. As this season is prone to point out, certain vices will always be indulged in, and making sure that they are handled well is better for everyone."
mostdangerousbird: (143)

[personal profile] mostdangerousbird 2023-02-19 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
The Confluence has given Tim what he wants as well: the presence of his family, somewhere on the earth; teammates; and no all-consuming mission.

And an appreciation for superheroes, particularly those that are noble (a trait he’s assigned to his collective rescuers). When the leader comes back over, Tim is still crouched behind the crates and watching them. Peacekeeper, Nucleon, Wires, Dao. King Snake. He looks over at the question with a dazed expression.

“I’m not hurt.” It’s true - he’s not in any physical pain. Confused, yes, but not debilitated by it. More… detached, but he won’t understand that until it passes. Tim pushes his hair back to hide dried blood in it from the fall in his cell before anyone can clock it and he winds up in a hospital. He just wants to go home.

“So it’s a pretty cool debut for you.” Because that’s what it is, isn’t it? He was lucky enough to get kidnapped when someone, the army or a guild, had a new team waiting in the wings for a big, splashy debut. There’ll be news vans to catch the perp walks and Tim will end up on the news with a blanket over his shoulders. It beats dying though, and he is a bit cold.

“And you can take care of others first…“ Other victims. Tim is a … victim. He doesn’t like the idea and so avoids saying the word. Sitting down cross legged, he puts on a wobbly smile to prove that he’s okay and not going to be a bother. The superhero can focus on the important details. “…Mister Shield?”

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