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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.

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A Made Man

[It's another beautiful day in Sunset Falls. Jason parks his luxury car, shuts off the engine and gets out. He's wearing a black blazer over a finely pressed red button-down shirt, black slacks, and dark boots. Just like the car, the outfit is sleek and not cheap.

Once he securely locks the car, he begins his rounds contently. Plenty of people in the neighborhood seem to know him and Jason greets them back with the same level of friendliness.

One would have to observe Jason closely and for a while to notice that he's more than just a nicely dressed man with a taste for luxury out for a walk. Every so often he steps into a shop and is greeted by the owner. They make small talk and at some point the owner subtly slides an envelope or a discreet paper bag to Jason. Jason always takes it without thinking twice about it. This is all perfectly routine.

At some point, a small voice seems to whisper at the back of Jason's mind and a small frown crosses his face as he gets the sense he forgot something. But then he shakes it off and resumes his rounds. Everything feels perfectly fine]

A Normal Night

[When it comes to Jason's line of work, it's sometimes better to attract flies with honey than with vinegar. Which is why tonight, Jason's attending a fundraising party for a community center. Just like with his daytime rounds, he's mingling and looking to see who's around. This time he's in an expensive tailor-made suit.

However, his grip on certain people's hands when they shake his hand feels a little tight and his smile doesn't reach his eyes. It's his hints to said people that they should watch their backs.

And once again, the small voice occasionally whispers to Jason tonight. He continues to do his best to ignore it]

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[Every Sunset Falls native has had it drubbed into them that you never go out after dark if you can help it. Even armed, even in a group. But somehow, the Red Hood keeps beating the odds. He's survived long enough for a shred of caution to kindle within the higher echelons of the local cult. Enough to not bar his dealings from parts of the city. Enough to send emissaries to treat with him, not assassins. (At least, not outright assassins.)

A robed, masked figure waits on a rooftop within mob territory. Of all the things she expected when she was promoted to Damehood, package delivery wasn't it. But in turn, she's survived longest out of the envoys the cult had sent to negotiate with him. What a shock to the elders that he wasn't a fan of the fanaticism and highhandedness the others had shown, and she, prodigal who had only returned Home a few years ago, would be left standing!

She huffs out a plume of frosty air. It's almost too cold for sarcasm. But at least they're not in subzero Central.]

[Jason has a way of defying odds. It's how he's survived a painful childhood and can continue doing the dangerous work he does. It helps that he's chosen wisely on who's part of his family. One can only function alone for so long.

Dressed fully in one of his Red Hood suits, Jason swings and jumps his way to his meeting spot with Mayuko. Though he's always on high alert for potential threats and will especially listen to a certain trusted voice that frequently occupies his mind, he's come to oddly enjoy his encounters with the cultist. She's not a blatantly obvious bootlicker to anyone and has a decent enough sense not to threaten anyone in his family so far. Their relatively minor sarcastic verbal spars are fun and hell, they even sometimes exchange book recommendations.]

'Evening. Beautiful, brisk night we're having, aren't we?

[As usual, Jason's tone is impertinently casual]

[The faint whirr of the grappling gun... tickles her memory. She's encountered him before, of course. It's how he gets around. But the feeling seems odd, even to her.

That tone is exactly why Mayuko was tapped for dealing with Jason. The youngbloods would have flown off the handle at it; the old guard would have clutched their figurative pearls at the insolence. She takes no umbrage, raises her hand in turn, wry and casual herself.]

Good evening. Perfect White Hearts weather. Although I'd rather be at home near the fireplace with a hot drink, waiting for the Broadcast.

[The many sects of Sunset Falls, with their many gods, still had to give the Willow Maiden her props. They respected power, and the power gained from believers of all stripes the most of all.]

The stars shine bright enough for our business tonight.

[Cultist-speak for "boy you done messed up on one of the myriad Sunset Falls mores." It speaks to the council's caution and Mayuko's own regard that he gets warned and not have his operation excised out of hand.

She tucks her hands into the sleeves of her robes, resting them in front near her waist. Two of the eyeslits in her mask (which are higher than eyes should be) glow faintly red.]

Sleeper, on the other hand, remains wary, especially at the obvious show of magic, and the shadows at Jason's feet seem to writhe as they separate enough of their substance from their partner to form into their favored cat form. A single leap has them on perched on the Hood's shoulder, all eyes gleaming blood-red and attentive.

"What business would that be?"

Expressing our condolences. It seems some of your people... had a bad time in the Gallows Hill area the other night.

[It's not any use to gild the lily. A large sack fwumps behind Mayuko, helped out of her interdimensional pocket by a pair of deep-red tentacles. They roll the sack to Mayuko's side, where she takes over hefting it to the fore. It squelches when she sets it down again.]

I only heard about it tonight.

Jason doesn't flinch when he sees the sack drop with a squelch. He's been long desensitized to gore. What he does instead is click his tongue in mild annoyance and calmly reaches to scratch and rub Sleeper on their back.

"And here I was thinking you're one of my favorite delivery people," he says mildly. "I thought our terms were clear. Nobody said we couldn't touch Gallow Hill. Or did we misunderstand something? We don't like paying extra expenses because of mistakes."

Jason Todd | DCAU | OTA (AU'ed!)

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