HELLO SUNSHINE

[maskormods]

WHO: EVERYONE
WHERE: STARK TOWER/THE PORTER BUILDING
WHEN: Duration of the event
WHAT: ARRIVAL TO CAPE AND COWL 2020
WARNINGS: Violence and language likely
OOC NOTES: This is a starter log to help kick off the event. Feel free to use or post your own!

Stark Tower, home of the Porter located in Midtown on 9th Avenue and 52nd, hasn’t exactly gone to rot in the years since Metas stopped arriving. Rather, it has simply been absorbed into the sprawling complex of newer, more technologically advanced government buildings as Metahumans were put into their ‘proper’ place. Once a pinnacle of the City, the tower is now dwarfed by the massive government complexes besides it, now standing more as a tribute to a bygone era, a historical curiosity still cleaned but otherwise left alone except for the newest of recruits looking to see that which they’d only heard about. The once awe-inspiring, multi-story tall labs which contain the Porter are quiet, eerie. Empty. The building is connected to, but sits on the very side edge, of the mass of now primarily administrative buildings. The prisons and training post have moved to more strategic grounds. Only office workers and their normal security detail keep the old Tower and her Porter company, and both are happy to simply go about their endless days, ignoring one another.


CHARACTERS ARRIVING JANUARY 14TH

This arrangement breeds complacency. The first day, the workers simply believe it’s a computer glitch, some rat in the wires telling them the Porter is drawing power again. So the first wave of new Metas have a pretty easy go.

You arrive alone, or in a pair, or in a gaggle of others. The giant has the echo of once being impressive, but years of only weekly cleanings and a lack of human contact have left it feeling hollow. There’s no clear sign of what is happening for a moment. The first few of you may even be able to just quietly leave, walk right out onto the confusing City streets without anyone but a uniformed office clerk noticing.

After that, people start to notice. A handful of security shows up to investigate after the first hour to ask who you are, how you got in here, what the hell prank you’re trying to pull. Then an arrival is witnessed, and all hell starts to break out.

Now new Metas arrive to blaring alarms and guns at their faces, demanding you get on the floor with hands in the air. Maybe you fight free, maybe you’re taken away in power suppressing handcuffs to be ‘processed.’ Those with a quick wit or zeal for order may be able to talk their way into simply being brought the paperwork to sign on to join the government. Others will be transported to the reprogramming centers. But time works for both sides, and resistance members undercover in the office space have gotten the news too, ready to help smuggle the Metas that they can quietly out a side door with instructions on a safe house to run to.

It’s a very confusing day.


CHARACTERS ARRIVING AFTER THE 14TH

To the shock and awe of all, the Porter doesn’t stop. An unprecedented number of Metas are coming through, more at once than even the heyday of meta arrivals and freedom. And with that comes fear. The Tower is now fully secure, a small army of specially trained humans and government owned Metas prowling the halls, waiting for the next batch to arrive.

And arrive they do, again sometimes alone, sometimes in pairs. Many are quickly taken into custody, to be transported to the proper processing facility. Occasionally, undercover agents for the resistance are clever enough to smuggle new arrivals out. Rarely, a desperate group of Meta rebels will attack the outside of the building, granting enough time for new arrivals to simply run, sometimes still in handcuffs. How ever they leave the Tower, it’s clear this is a dangerous world these new arrivals have come into.

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Lucien Lachance | OTA

[applewatcher]

[[ooc: left this vague enough that it can be on or after the 14th, and approached by new arrivals, government metas, or resistance members. Come decide his fate!]]

1. Arrival

A flash, a light in the lightless Void, and he is torn from his Family's embrace. He has been called away before, to aid his still-living siblings. But this is different, unfamiliar--

No. He's felt this before.

He blinks bemusedly, turning his head to see the Porter he knew would be there. This happened once, he remembers now. A world of such noise, and such silent souls, that disappeared into the Void without knowing the touch of the Mother and Father. A frightful place, a dull place, a place where he had first learned his fate, and then forgotten.

Anyone in the Porter room sees a spectre of a man arrive, survey his surroundings, and smile. He seems content with what he's found here.

2. At a window

He eludes the guards for a while, simply for the feeling of passing unseen. This is not the world he remembers, but it is close. It was a warm and bitterly unpleasant thing. He could not see the great mass of their Father within the Void, nor hear their Mother. The painless home of the murdered dead was out of his reach.

But it was dawn, just before sunrise. He found a window, far away from the hunters, and faded into view. He'd done this last time--he'd gone to one of the towers in the early morning, broken in, stood at a window and watched the sunrise. It was so much like he remembered it.

He was not as he remembered. Could he be? Could he still--? Ah, yes. Color started to fill in, his body becoming opaque. This was who he'd been. Or this? He couldn't quite remember anymore, and neither could his body.

It wasn't important. He stood there, still and silent, and waited for the sun to rise. If someone found him, they were welcome to join him.

2

[fireandhoney]

Finn couldn't be too careful these days. The government would do anything to get his hands on him, and his power. They already took Jonathan from him, and Finn intends to make them pay for that, once his lover is back and de-programmed.

For now, though, he had to hide, and lay low.

He peeked in just as he saw a familiar specter start to fill in with color. His loyal spectral assassin, the ancestor spirit of his Dark Family, and the man Finn often turned to back in Tamriel.

Finn whispered, "What is the music of life?"

Cipher Nine | Star Wars: The Old Republic | OTA

[cipher_fine]

1. For new arrivals

As the guards began to haul away a new meta, a blue-skinned man with solid red eyes steps into their path.

"Hold," he commanded to the guards surrounding the new arrival, and they bristled at him. "I'm rerouting that one to secondary processing. You've been reassigned to back up the response in the east wing."

The lead guard's face was hidden, but the body language was belligerent. "We haven't heard--"

"Command channel eight," the man cut them off. "You're supposed to be tuned in, as of twenty minutes ago."

There was a tense silence. "He's right, sir," one of the guards said. "They need human backup down at Central."

The leader gave the meta a hard shove towards the man. "Fine. Get moving, metas."

The blue-skinned man was already taking the prisoner by the arm and leading them away, keeping a half-step behind them. "You--what are your powers?" He says to them, quiet and calm, but expecting an answer.

2. For "fellow" government agents

He'd taken the opportunity to hand one off. Maintaining his cover was priority one, but there was still quite a lot he could get away with. As far as anyone knew, he was brainwashed. Functionally unable to resist orders.

Still, that was no reason to engage in sloppy work. He'd had an especially promising new meta ready for transport, now he didn't. So, to make his story stick, he'd torn out and stomped on his earpiece, given himself a vivid indigo bruise across one cheek, a few larger ones under his clothes for the medics to find and note down later, and, his least favorite--a series of superficial burns across his relatively unprotected hands and biceps, with singed and smoking clothes to match.

Now, all he has to do is limp back to the command center, looking especially piteous. "Resistance attack on level six," he called out to the first person he saw, the natural raspiness of his voice a little thicker than normal. "Took a meta on the way to processing. Unable to pursue."

[bifroster]

Jane was glad that Cipher Nine ran into her first. She never liked the different ways that they had to keep their covers, but at least they could work together in moments like these.

“Understood,” she said, getting her com and relaying the data. “There is also another resistance attack on level seven, east wing.”

It was an utter lie, but she was on a different level, away from the action. She had no idea if that secondary attack was just a diversion. Just as he had no idea how anything progressed once he managed to get out of the fight and find someone.

“Come on, let’s get you bandaged up.”

Logan | Marvel 616

[6goodreasons]

1 - I've seen the future, baby - ota
The Porter building - shortly after the 14th

---

Here, gone, here again. Memories appearing in the closed cellars of his mind like ghosts stepping out of the dark. It's all getting a little too damn familiar. Same Porter room, same city air, same -- wait. Those guns are new. Really new. Huh.

Logan straightens up slowly, counting breaths and pairs of eyes, not to mention the number of weapons pointed in his direction. An alarm starts to blat overhead, loud enough to cover the sound of adamantium bones and muscles cracking as he rolls his shoulders; a grunt across the room twitches. There are burn scars on the walls and sprays of blood on the floor. Nobody looks like they're happy they got out of bed this morning. The whole room smells like cordite and twitchy, dangerous fear. It's not a good smell, but when it comes down to it, he's seen worse greeting parties. Maybe these guys aren't as stupid as they look. He lifts one hand.

"All right, I'll give ya a second to think about -- "

"Get on the ground! Now!"

Logan shrugs. "Your choice, bub."

The guns, as it turns out, are as effective as they are pretty. It's a shame they don't know who they're firing on or they might have saved some bullets. Logan goes easy on them, mostly, not trying to kill anyone that doesn't deserve it. Most of them are scared, half of them are kids -- hey, maybe he's getting soft in his old age.

He's fought his way out of the room and is making his way through the halls, bloodied, torn up in a few places, bullet holes still smoking in his shoulders and across his chest, when the thud of an explosion and more shouts ahead and behind make everything a little more interesting.


2 - it is murder - open to resistance fighters
The Porter building - later in the month

---

Logan's not about to turn aside the chance for a scrap, particularly if it means getting to kick over the hornet's nest of the city and stopping some unfortunate souls from being taken away in handcuffs. It's almost like old times. Fewer Sentinels though, which is probably a good thing, even if he is itching to sink his claws into something that might explode.

This time he's on the other side of the surprise raid, doing his best to make himself useful in this strange version of the city he once knew. They're hunkered down in the shadow of the fortress of the building, waiting for the all clear to move in. Logan has a cigar clamped between his teeth because he has an image to maintain and a scowl on his face because things aren't moving quick enough for him. He's not used to waiting, or taking orders for that matter.

Hey, go ahead and try to cheer the old man up, won't you?

2

[xmarksthescott]

Evening, Jim. The code, please.

[ the soldiers around the building still remember basilisk, so when he throws one of them against the wall he lets his old reputation do most of the talking while the red glow of his visor does the rest. the door sounds with a heavy click announcing its unlocking and scott can't even force a wry smile past his perpetual inscrutability before he knocks jim out. ]

Say hello to the kids for me. Let's move, everyone.

1

[themisfit]

News travels fast, and the Porter machine kicking back to life is big news. For the most part, slipping incoming Metas from the facility has been a matter of subtlety. Whoever's banging around in the building now, however... Subtlety is apparently not their strength.

Kurt's been hovering around the edges, running transport once their infiltrators guide arrivals from immediate harm within the confines of the building. Since subtlety of appearance is something he can't pull off, that's supposed to be the whole plan for him; no need to invite poor fortune via acting as an obvious target. Once the gunfire and shouts over the radio, though, a change of plans is well in order.

The sound of his teleportation is muffled among gunfire and explosions. He appears before the government combatants in half-seconds, dismantling their efforts of pursuit with weapon thievery and non-vital strikes. The layout of the chase isn't the easiest to navigate, especially now that the dust has been kicked up. Getting in isn't the difficult part. Finding their potential new compatriot and getting out again is a whole other matter.

And that's not even considering how ill-prepared he is to see a familiar face, someone quite dear and long-absent. When he rounds a corner at a sprint and spots Wolverine, he freezes, which is a bad look when every moment is dire. He recovers quickly, not from his astonishment but from his momentary clumsiness of movement. He lets out a ragged breath of a laugh as he starts forward again, and it grows into something more genuinely joyous as he rushes forward. Maybe it's a touch mad, given the current environment, but he can't do much else to process the sight.

There's footsteps approaching, the hurried thud of boots, and Kurt draws his sword as he arrives at Wolverine's side. They may have a fight ahead of them still.

"Did you arrive alone?"

1, cw mild body horror

[goldtoxicity]

Once upon a time, Josh Foley was a good kid. Not a great kid, mind you, but the kind of kid that reassured assassins that they were going to live and everything was going to turn out okay.

That's dead now.

He's not with the resistance, per say. He's pretty sure nobody in it wants to be associated with the methods he and Wallflower have started deploying to solve their problems. Things like, oh, infectious diseases. Absolute body horror, the full extent of the wrong side of his powers finally at his disposal and he's more than comfortable using it.

And so while Logan avoids a kill, he doesn't.

And so the men coming up behind Logan drop their guns, a broken gurgle replacing the sound of heavy footsteps. They're not dead yet, and sure to suffer until they actually are, and Josh releases one's grotesquely swollen neck and reaches into the other one's pockets, hunting for something that's evidently not there. The kid whimpers something about mercy and Josh's lip curls, dropping him and stepping over the body.

Then he takes stock of the man standing before him. Those pale eyebrows draw together, white eyes narrowing sharply as he realizes exactly who they'd been chasing.

"Dude," he says, entirely too normally. "You've gotten super sloppy."

1

[wolverined]

There's a sniktzz sound and two glowing lightsaber claws stab through the wall next to him. Gabby slices herself an entrance than stands, blinking in surprise, though her mask covers the expression. She knows this dude. Sort of. They've never really gotten to know each other, but she can hardly fail to recognize Wolverine. She is a clone of his clone, after all.

"Hi," she says brightly. "Did you know that you're allowed to wear body armor even if you've got a super amazing healing factor? What you lose in macho points you gain in not spending time with bullets in you."

A Government Loyalist AU Welcome

[thingtwo]

The Second Sister doesn't arrive until the second day. A pitiful oversight of those assigned to this post, waiting so long to call those capable to handle the new arrivals. The Porter had barely spit the Sister out so many years before before sputtering shut before, making the entire event too exciting to bare- making the delay that allowed so many to slip through their fingers even more inexcusable. There would be justice served for the pencil pushers that enabled these failures. Later.

Now she watches and she waits. The Force was eternal, the Force was strong. The Force was patient. She could remain pacing slowly through the Porter room as long as was needed, awaiting a new arrival. Or an interruption from another similarly assigned government meta.

RUKA 🐉︎ open

[dragony]

♥ ARRIVAL: JANUARY 14

[ Porting is the same as it ever is — a hook behind the navel, a tug and panic that pull too quick for speech, for words or reaction beyond that familiar, familiar terror. Not now! Not again! Zipping forth into the future, and losing time; tearing between one world and another, one dimension and another, over and over and over again———

When Ruka blips into existence, the sensation and the knowledge of porting at all leaves her sour, leaves her sick, but not nearly so much as recognition does. This isn't the Porter of Cape Canaveral. This is not Florida, this is not the world where she lives now, the world where she's been trying so desperately to build a new life, the world where, after all these years, she finally has a future. This is a more familiar lab, with an intimately more familiar machine, and— ]

This isn't possible.

[ There are no guards in the lab; just a giant, impossible machine, and whoever else has been dumped here by it. And while those other new imPorts — these other Metas — might look around in confusion, uncertain where they are or what has happened, Ruka has gone pale in the face. She looks as though she has seen a ghost. As though they are the ghosts. ]

This isn't possible. This isn't real. This— This can't be real.

[ Ah. That looks like the start of a panic attack. What a promising start. ]

[bifroster]

As one of the scientific experts under the thumb of the government, Jane is present when a new wave of people come through the porter. She refuses to call them anything else, as if their powers made them something other than human. It’s degrading. Even though she recognizes some of the people coming through, she understands that doesn’t mean anything. Not when memories could be wiped, timelines could be different.

But she recognizes Ruka, even though they never interacted much, and recognizes that she is starting to panic.

“Hey, hey,” she says softly, going over in a way that they won’t attract attention. “Ruka, right? Breathe. I’m Jane.”

Luxord | OTA

[xth_gambler]

The Arrival - Late Afternoon on the 14th

Well now, wasn't this quite the interesting turn of events. This, Luxord mused while he took in the guns pointed at him, was not what he'd expected. In the night, back where he was, he'd tried once again to travel through a dark corridor to leave the world he had been trapped upon. Whenever he did that he always found himself stumbling out of a Porter in one of the cities. But he'd been dumped in all of them at this point, and this place? This was not his Porter.

Something he was even more certain of when guns had been leveled at him. Guns, truly? How uncultured. It made him think of Xigbar, and he disapproved of that man on principle.

"Hands up," someone snapped, one of the people with guns he supposed.

"Hands up, is it? Truly you could come up with no more impressive a threat?" Luxord sighed, hands raising in the air as his mind called for his cards. If they were going to threaten his life they would find how wrong it was to cross a Nobody. No, not just any Nobody. The Gambler of Fate.

He flicks his wrist just the tiniest bit and before the triggers can be squeezed by the people with the guns there were cards flying from his dark sleeves and flying to hover in the air before him, hardening and growing from standard playing size to six feet by nearly four feet, overlapping around him like a shield. Around him and anyone else who might have arrived with him.

Nothing like a bit of card magic to wake one up in what was, for Luxord, the early evening.

And of course he could here the bullets now, pinging off of his cards harmlessly.

"Truly, a show of force such as this fails to impress. But one can tell when they are not welcome, can they not? I wonder..."

Can he sustain the cards and get himself and anyone else out? Not that he particularly wants comrades, but it would be truly impolite to escape without extending an offer to those with him.

And, of course, he isn't expecting external help to be offered, or for the people with the guns to have someone capable of bringing the fight to him inside his little card fort.

January 14th - first wave - OTA

[heal_or_execute]

A tall alien with vaguely amphibian features and futuristic clothing exits through the Porter. He looks around the abandoned area, taking it all in with black, pupilless eyes. Then he starts talking. Talking fast.

“Back in the City. Alive. Memories returned- research, healing, combat. Disorienting. Porter room looks… different. Need to verify date. Also, verify this is the same universe - account for possible Vulcanus interference.”

He raises his forearm, and an orange holographic projection forms over it, popping out a screen with rapidly-scrolling data. Mordin frowns as he takes it in.

“No, not the City. Not the same City. Abnormal energy readings, no automated greeting, can’t connect to imPort Network. All wrong! Porter hasn’t been active in years.”

Lowering his arm, he blinks for a moment, membranes nictating over his eyes, then sniffs and looks to whoever else has arrived with him.

“Possible alternate timeline. Experienced them before. Generally unpleasant. Recommend caution.”

[biwinning]

"Doomed timeline, more like."

Hovering in front of Mordin a few inches off the ground is another alien. The extra height of those few inches still don't disguise the fact that this kid is still a teenager, legally held back from the phrase 'adult' if only by one year or so. He's got mismatched shoes, two sets of horns jutting from his messy hair, and a pair of sunglasses with red and blue lenses.

So like, not really that weird compared to what Mordin's seen before.

"You don't want to be here right now. I don't want to be here right now. Let'th get to the part where we aren't." So aside from the fact the kid has a bit of a lisp, it seems he's also got some pretty powerful telekinesis. As in now Mordin is also floating a few inches off the ground. The feeling is akin to complete weightlessness, much like space.

clarissa mao | the expanse | ota.

[brownout]

a. ARRIVAL

Clarissa is, ironically, one of the lucky ones. First to appear in a strange new place, right when she was due for more system blockers. Her head is starting to clear when there's a flash of light, and she thinks she's having a stroke, but no, it's... a different place. The air quality has changed. She no longer feels... well, she no longer feels underground.

Unfortunately, she's still in the prison uniform she woke up in. But no one seems to notice or care. She's just here, blinking in the fluorescent light, a little gaunt but not distressingly so. Hopefully not noticably.

Clarissa's recently-abandoned second life taught her to keep her head down. Acting as though you know where you're supposed to be is a great way to escape notice. She walks briskly, trying to ignore the dizzying questions, where am I and why am I here?

Which works great, until she gets outside and is nearly hit by traffic. It's so fast and loud, how did she miss it? Except, the wheels are so strange, and- She falls backward, confused and gaping, as the taxi honks before speeding away.

b. STREET LEVEL

Arriving in New York, in any time or place, without money or contacts is generally a bad idea. Clarissa is grateful language hasn't changed much over the last few hundred years; she can at least read news headlines and figure out the date, where she is and what she's supposed to know. She's faked so many aspects of herself in order to fit in, to hide, to exist, this is another challenge she accepts almost unthinkingly.

It is 2020. Mankind has never stepped foot on any planet beyond Earth. Her name is unknown or attributed to an ancient, unrelated dictator.

And it is so, so much easier to steal.

No credit chips, no item tracking, just simple cameras. Clarissa was never an accomplished thief in any of the lives she's lead, but the simple fact of having to worry about so much less emboldens her.

1: Maybe you see her quickly and efficiently stealing a hot dog, and devouring it eagerly. Whoever this woman is, she's clearly very hungry.

2: Or maybe, about twenty minutes after that, you find her leaning against a dirty wall, retching. The hot dog didn't agree with her.

c. ACTION

There's a raid. She's been reading about them in every scrap of papr she can find. This is more and more obviously not a dream or a hallucination, which only doubles her desire to learn and learn well, and this- this is something she needs to know about.

People with powers and abilities are hunted here. It's like something out of an old movie, so silly she can't believe it, until she sees their wretched faces as they're lead away at gunpoint. It takes a moment, Clarissa watching on the sidelines, for her to truly care. A young boy resists, and he's shot. An older woman-- a mother? A sister?-- wails, and Clarissa thinks she looks like Julie.

And she thinks, Can one truly good act...

The difference now is, well, she's pretty sure she won't die.

Clarissa runs into the fray, not blocking the gunfire with her body-- a fool's errand-- but attacking the man with the gun. Her strength is formidable, considering she's such a small, frail-looking woman in baggy scrubs.

d. WILDCARD

[go crazy!]

b2

[leatherboots]

Finding strangers throwing up in alleyways used to be a fairly decent conversation starter, back before things went to shit. Times were you could strike up all kinds of weird and wonderful friendships from things like that, but nowadays... nowadays people tend to be a little distant, a little crueller. Less inclined to help.

Other citizens stride past, firmly ignoring the young woman as she retches emptily against the wall; they have places to go and people to see and none of those things include weird new Metas with weird, worrying illnesses. Except Hentzau, who always has time for the weird, even when the world has repeatedly proven to him that the weird are getting shot in the head in alleyways by van-loads of secret police.

He lays a hand on her back without asking, without warning. Another particularly stupid thing to do, but Hentzau's fearlessness has gotten him out of stupider things before.

"Better out than in," He says cheerfully, in lieu of a hello or an introduction. "Two fingers down your neck will help too. Too much drink, was it?"

Lillie | Pokemon - Arrival on the 14th

[walkontwolegs]

[ She had been beside Mizuki, watching the rain drop on the plants outside the protection of the cave as they leaned on each other. They had just finished speaking about her mother, how sometimes she was kind and it made it harder to think badly of her, and that she missed that part of her. It had been a close moment with someone she trusted, someone she admired, and she had closed her eyes for just a moment...

When she opened them she was somewhere new. Gone was the island and its mostly undisturbed flora. It had all been replaced by walls, walls that wouldn't have looked out of place in Aether Paradise. For a moment her heart seemed to skip a beat. Had she been dreaming? Had the confrontation with her mother been false? What about saving Nebby? Was this just another one of her nightmares where she had been thrown back into Aether Paradise, forced to be an obedient, beautiful doll with no will of her own?

She felt herself drifting, falling to thoughts that had plagued her since she left the Paradise all those months ago. Something was needed to ground her, to keep her in place, and she began to look around. There were other people here, and none of them seemed to be wearing the Aether uniform. Without much thought she goes to the nearest person, moving into their line of sight as she holds on to her backpack's straps like letting go would set her adrift at sea. ]

Hello. I'm sorry. Do you know where we are?

[ Her voice shook with barely contained panic, and her expression was lined with a considerable amount of worry. ]

Tenno | OTA

[notyuvan]

Arrival

The Tenno has the 'pleasure' of arriving when things started going to hell but she wasn't just a Tenno. She had her warframe, the safe and comfortable feel of Zephyr Prime, the familiar weight of Rubico and Lex and Paracesis.

All the soldiers saw in her was a sleek black-armored individual that was heavily armed. And that was a definite concern, anywhere really, when a person just appeared in what seemed to be a secured facility.

She'd done enough spy missions to know nothing is perfectly secure though. Grineer, Corupus, even Orokin vaults, were eventually broken into by a Tenno.

That wasn't important though. What was important was the amount of guns pointed at the frame and orders to get down on her knees.

"No. Not a chance in hell."

Warframes weren't invincible but they were still stronger than the average human. And she could take a few shots from them, their weapons were relics compared to her own, but she didn't really want to just slaughter everyone. So, rather than drawing Lex Prime, it was tempting though, she just clenched a fist and slammed it into the face of the nearest guard. And all hell broke loose. That was fine though.

She'd been through hell before.

wildcard

[Like the title says, go wild! HMU on lenneths_wings if you want to plot something out!]

[khajidont]

"Psst! Hey! Hey!"

Jaime's not in uniform yet - he doesn't want people to know who or what he is if he has anything to say about it, so he's been trying to evade too much notice. But that doesn't mean he's not going to help, or that he doesn't want to get the heck out of here, alongside everyone else who got suddenly teleported here. He waves her over, trying to get her attention while being subtle, with mixed results.

"Over here!"

Haru Nakamura | Original - One of the bad guys, after the 14th

[rutilance]

[ She looked for all the world like the non-metas, covered in what was essentially high tech riot gear, a comm link in her ear, and a helmet that masked her face while giving her complete vision. One area in which she was not like the non-metas was how she was doing her job.

All the cats, rats, pigeons and other such animals were acting as her eyes, alerting her to anyone being somewhere they weren't supposed to be. If it weren't close to her, she would simply radio it in where the disturbance was from.

This time though she was close. She radioed in where she was headed, then made her way to the narrow alleyway. After a quick gaze about she noticed a shadow that seemed out of place. Following procedure she called out. ]

Who's there, and what is your purpose in this area?

[ Normally this sort of situation was just a homeless person, or a curious native, so while she had her guard up, her gun was pointed at an angle towards the ground. ]

[imasupersandwich]

[ goku pops his head out suddenly from the darkness, tuft of hair booping her in the face. he laughs in a childish, embarrassed sort of way, and scratches the top of his head. ]

Sorry about that. Maybe ya can tell me where I am? My wife Chi Chi and I got lost on our way to the beach.

Archer | Pokemon [GSC-based] || Arrival after the 14th

[hailgiovanni]

[ The sensation of being pulled from one universe into another was uncanny. The speed of it was nigh incomprehensible, the tugging so sudden that were it not for the feeling left in its wake one might never realise it had happened at all. He had no time to contemplate this, however, as when the light ceased he found himself in a new place, in a new porter.

And, frustratingly, there were people pointing their guns at him. He put his hands up, even before they had time to command he do so. ]

Might I ask what all of this is about?

[ His voice was calm and unhurried. Really, this probably wasn't even close to the worst situation he'd been in before. ]

Adora | She-Ra and the Princesses of Power | OTA

[swordsense]

Arrival

[Stepping through the light this time is...unusual...because Adora's about 99% sure that she went to sleep in Heropa, and hadn't gone home or anything. She blinks momentarily, squinting at the surroundings, but the instant she registers motion, she's refocusing herself.]

YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE IN HERE! GET ON THE GROUND, NOW!

[And that's when her instincts kick in. Adora was a natural born soldier, even before she'd become a supernatural warrior princess, and a surprised government goon holding a gun is really no match for her. She leaps in, batting aside the weapon, kneeing the poor unfortunate woman in the stomach, and grabbing her rifle before it hits the floor.

Looking around, glad there's no alarms yet, Adora frowns at anyone else who happens to be in the room. If they seem like another imPort, she asks:]

...any idea where we are?

[If they appear to be in the same uniform or otherwise hostile they can absolutely expect a different response. That of the gun being leveled at them.]

Where am I?



Escape

[Good luck can't hold forever. When the sirens start going off, Adora decides that stealth is kind of a lost cause. She doesn't fit in here, and honestly, most of the security seem pretty afraid of her when she's transformed...so that's what she does.

Barreling down one hallway, a glowing, eight foot tall princess with a glittery shield is pretty hard to miss...but just in case, she bellows a warning at anyone in her path.]

Coming through! Move it or lose it!



[ooc: This is on the 14th, and I plan for Adora to make an escape into the city proper. If your character wants to try and go with her, great! If they want to try and stop her, that's cool too! You can reach me at intercession if you want to plot something else out!

Please also note that Adora is not AUed in any way, so this is all a big surprise to her!]

Arrival

[bestest_ladle]

[Meeth might not be the most subtle of people. In fact, she's definitely not. But by size alone, and the power of having a pot she can fit inside of, she can get into places.

When word got out that the Porter was bringing people in again, Meeth got into action straightaway to help. None of the other metas are going to get turned into mindless soldiers on HER watch, no sirree!

...But it seems like this particular girl might be one step ahead. Meeth emerges from the urn in the corner, wearing a cloak--because that's totally inconspicuous--and puts a finger to her lips.]

Nowhere goodie. Once she gets up, they'll be wanting to put you under their controllie!

You come with Meeth. She'll take you somewhere safie.

Tybalt | AU Resistance-Affiliated | OPEN

[pennyroyals]

(( AU & General Character Info ))

[ 1. Later on the 14th ]

Tybalt has heard the rumors of new arrivals, and that's surprising and new enough that he has to check it out. Everyone knows what they say about curiosity and cats, after all. in any case, he manages to sneak his way into the building -- entering through the shadows and prowling around in his feline form has worked so far.

So maybe some of the earlier new arrivals will see a tabby cat clearly trying to get their attention before they're noticed by the more hostile government forces. A flick of an ear and a matching flick of a tail and the cat looks like it's waiting. Follow the cat. That always ends well.


[ 2. After the 14th ]

Or it may be later when the newly arrived are apprehended immediately, in which case Tybalt will wait for a moment when the government enforces have left their charges or turned their back, either for processing or rounding up another newly arrived Meta.

In those cases, Tybalt emerges in his more human-shaped form from the nearest shadows, moving silently until he is close enough to whatever poor new Meta has been captured to whisper, "Would you be interested in getting out of here?"

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[wolverined]

Gabby is not a new arrival, and she really should be used to this by now.

Maybe she is. Maybe she just doesn’t care.

In either case, her eyes go big at the sight of the tabby and she springs forward, reaching out a hand to pet him. “Awww, kitty!”

Gabby “Wolverine” Kinney | ota

[wolverined]

Gabby can’t and won’t lie. There’s a reason she’s spending so much time around the Porter once it reactivates. She’s hoping to see one specific person. Well, a few specific people, but one most of all. She misses her sister so much it hurts, and she’s not supposed to be able to feel pain.

There are others she’d like to see too, of course. Her other sisters. Squirrel Girl. Hawkeye (the cool girl one). Her bff Deadpool. Even Daken. And she’s Wolverine now. She’s not about to let people get taken if she can stop it. When someone’s in need, she acts, running straight into the path of bullets or whatever else to free the new arrival. The calls get closer and closer as the government agents catch on to her technique.

She doesn’t care. Her sister has to be coming. She doesn’t want to believe any other possibility.

[notafraidofyou]

Tim has also been paying close attention to the portal since it reopened. He's hoping for some more family. He knows he's probably luckier than some. He has Barbara, and even Bruce--though Tim's Resistance status and Bruce's apparent government status mean they don't see each other much. But he misses Dick--has missed him for years--and if he turned up... well. This whole Resistance thing would be a lot more fun. Plus... it would be pretty cool to be the same age as him.

Still, he's nowhere near as intense about it as Gabby--Wolverine.

He's there for her when she manages to get away from the most recent rescue of a new arrival. There's little enough he can do for her--her healing factor means she doesn't need the first aid kit he keep in his belt, but he can give her a disapproving look.

"Look, I know you have a healing factor and they can't actually kill you with all those bullets, but they can stop you, so maybe find some fucking chill?"

Kanaya Maryam | open to escaping new arrivals, assisting resistance, or government fighters

[rainbowbright]

[ With a flash, new imPorts appear in the machine's cradle.
With no hesitation, government security forces are ready to meet them with the barrel of a gun.
Without warning, a spray of bullets rains in from behind them, dropping some, while the others move for cover.

Before you know it, you're in the middle of a firefight. A very tall young woman with grey skin and long horns carries an assault rifle in one hand, the other stretching out to the new arrivals. Behind her, Space itself has opened out to somewhere far away, safe and away from security forces. ]

Come with me if you want to live.

[khajidont]

Kanaya?

[ Jaime knows Kanaya, but this is not the Kanaya he knows. Likewise, Kanaya may well know Jaime, but not the Jaime before her today, unburdened by years of rebellion and hard-won battles and distrust, none of his smooth edges gone jagged in quite the same way.

He follows her. Of course he follows her. She's a welcome face. He missed her. Soon, he'll realize he'll just have to keep on missing her. ]

Kanaya, what's going on?

Tyl Regor | Closed to a newly-arrived lizard

[biochemastery]

New arrivals! New subjects! And a working Porter again. The slovenly thing. It'd been slacking off. Now he was trying to track the new arrivals, get a lock on who had what, who did what to who, and--

Forget all of that. One of them was a whip-fast little critter that busted out of the Porter complex and disappeared in a haze of parkour and blood.

Well then. There was only one logical course of action: send out a message.

"Tenno! Been a while. Been too long. We should talk. Actually talk, mask to no-face. I'd tell you where to find me, but... You'll figure it out."

He sent some of the Manics up to the surface--the best, most well-behaved, the ones who could creep around for days and hardly laugh at all. At least, until one of them spotted the Tenno.

It didn't attack, instead turning and scampering off across the walls and rooftops, off to an abandoned industrial block in the outskirts of town.

A terrible temporary base. Dirty, no power, hadn't brought much supplies to work with. But that wasn't the point. This was just a space to use until he figured out what to do with this lizard.

[notyuvan]

Getting out and clearing off the blood was her first priority. This wasn’t Garuda, making up a dance of blades and blood, and she didn’t want to be too suspicious in this world. Not that a six foot suit of black and gold armor lent itself to stealth. If only she’d brought Ash. Or Loki.

That wasn’t important though, not as important anyway, when she heard that message. Muscles tensed, and she wanted to reply with something snarky but it would be a lie to say she wasn’t curious. How often could she claim to some kind of semi-peaceful talk with any of the grineer that wasn’t Steel Meridian? Or Clem?

At first, the sight of a Manic made her reach for Lex but stopped when it... ran off? Of course she went after it, the message was still fresh in her mind and a Manic meant Regor.

She kept her guard up though. Especially when she found where she was being led to.

jaime reyes | ota | mom memories

[khajidont]

arrival

[ This isn't how Jaime had planned to begin his day. On the agenda today was walking his dogs, going to work, maybe working on some schoolwork, maybe pick up some take-out for dinner, but instead he's here, staggering in this unfamiliar, overwhelming world. He looks around, eyes wide, one hand fisted in the fabric of his shirt as he tries to anchor himself to something. ]

Khaji, [ he hisses. ] Khaji, do you know what's going on?

[ Some who have already been here for some time might recognize him. Jaime had been here before, as a freedom fighter. But this version of Jaime is a wholly different one, and is absolutely not on-board for the same things. ]

talking his way out

[ His first instinct is always to talk, never to fight. By now, he's realized that something fishy is going on and that he should try to make as few waves as possible so he can get the heck out of here and figure out his next move. So when one of the government enforcers comes up to him, he's quick to wave them off, relying on his ordinary face, his shy demeanor, the way he swims in his too-big clothes, especially now that he's in the streets of the City. ]

Oh -- oh no, sir, I was just passing by, [ he says hastily. ] I'm not a meta. This was just a shortcut.

[ The officer narrows his eyes. ] You're Jaime Reyes.

[ Oops. Busted. ]

welp, resistance

[ And, as the officer yanks Jaime towards him with an iron hold on his wrists, Jaime goes with his first instinct, which is to bite the officer's hand as hard as he can. It draws blood. Yeah, he's got a supersuit, and yeah, he'll remember that soon, but sometimes even a superhero's instincts are a little on the stupid side. ]

Elsa Brandt | OTA

[enustari]

arrival

[It feels like it's been no time at all since Elsa last stepped through a Porter, but very clearly some things have changed. Such as the armed standoff she's waltzed into the middle of-]

Ah, shit.

[Luckily for her, at least one person is injured. There's enough of a stream of gas for her to cast something quick and dirty, a shield against projectiles. No getting riddled with stray bullets for her today, thank you. The nearest government goon trains their gun on her and demands she surrender herself, but she just frowns and keeps speaking, using more Words to smack the weapon aside with invisible force. It goes off and someone else gets hit and now we're cooking. Elsa would love to turn that into a swift exit but, in light of recent developments, she isn't quite sure of a safe place to teleport. Better to have a bit of caution, get a look at the situation outside. So instead she uses the fresh-flowing blood to drape herself in a sort of don't-look-here. She isn't invisible, merely not worth paying attention to.

And then she walks right toward the exit.]


wildcard

[Feel free to run into Elsa on the streets shortly afterward or in some other place. I have a plotting comment here or you can hit me up on plurk @ onedumbjoke to set something up!]

wildcard

[brushoff]

[ Work harder on the propaganda, they said. More Metas were arriving, we need you to pump out more spin pieces, they said. And Dorian bit his lip and bit back a barb that he wasn't the person behind the camera, he didn't know how to do this shit because he knew that the moment he struck out, that portrait shaped noose around his neck would grow even tighter.

So, here he was: on the streets of the City, camera in hand, trying to find the perfect sort of blindly loyal sap to spout off a few platitudes about the graciousness of the government or what have you. And then, he spotted Elsa. She didn't look like the sort to fall along and blindly parrot whatever the feds wanted. But she was beautiful. Intensely so. And, if he was going to try and get a soundbite from all these boring people, the least he could do was find a pretty face to film as he did so.

Dorian walks over towards Elsa, grin on his face as he approaches. He's wearing a suit, crisp and perfectly tailored, with a government name badge hanging off of one lapel and an expensive video camera in one hand. ]

Pardon me, [ he says with a winning smile. ] My name's Dorian Gray--perhaps you've seen me on the posters? I'm a content producer for the Bureau of Metahuman Affairs. I was wondering if I could have a moment of your time and ask a few questions.