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Open | The city at the center of it all

Who: open to all, 4th wall visitors more than welcome!
What: New faces and new cracks in the sky
When: August 2022 4th Wall- Weekend
Where: Central City
Content Warnings: If needed

[As Friday night rolls into Saturday, the repercussions of this Earth rejoining the multiverse are starting to become more clear. Missing persons reports are flooding the airwaves, the OurPowers metahuman-only social media network included. In Excelsior, it seems the newly-sentient tech devices are adding to the noise. News coming from Sunset Falls is terse-- there is also a Strong Magical Effect of some sort active in addition to the disappearances. Not even Little Love is immune; thankfully, the residents report no additional hazards.

But here in Central City, the citizens only grow more tense with each resident taken. A powderkeg with a long fuse that has just been lit. The sky is starting to crack, and the feelings of homesickness and fear are starting to spread.

It’s not the warmest welcome a visitor could receive, but the meta population has been put on alert for new arrivals, searching from rooftop to water’s edge. Central’s a VERY big city, but hopefully some generous souls can point you to the swanky Diadem Hotel in the end.

Resident metas, you might want to check in on your nearest and dearest before heading out. Some of you might be deploying to Sunset Falls or Excelsior soon, or making plans to get to Little Love before Central gets… too rough. Some of you might be adventuring Elsewhere very shortly. But maybe there is time to help out a fresh face, extricate them from a confrontation, give them the lowdown about this alternate Earth? After all, you were once new yourself.]

((4th-wallers, feel free to touch down here! Network/”text” threads welcome. Mingle to your hearts’ content))

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1. Moth in the Big City [IN PERSON]

[For anyone who's met Quentin Beck before, this one is... definitely different from his counterpart of this world. For one, he's definitely got antennae and- moth wings coming through the back of his shirt? Huh, weird. For another, he's not exactly backing down or throwing out some tricks to get some angry citizens off his back. An obvious 'meta' makes an easy target in this stressful situation.]

Hey-, hey! Stop throwing shit, and answer my goddamn question! Is this Bavan, or isn't it? Where the fuck am I, hasn't the Fog done enough already-

[ "Central City!" One of of the small group hollers, and Quentin can't help how he rolls his eyes.]

No shit, central to where, asshole? Plenty of places are centrally located, I need more to work with here-

[Someone may need to intervene before either the three citizens decide to kick his ass, or he swings at them first. He has teeth and hands, and will make both of them everybody's problem.]

2. UN: Disillusioned [NETWORK] ooc: I totally accept jokes on this one.

Alright, I want some answers here, jokes not accepted at this time. I am *dead* serious.

1. How many fucking worlds do this thing where you're dragged in, and then they shove a piece of tech at you to communicate like this? This has happened to me twice now, and I'm pretty sick of it at this point!

2. How many of you twitch if I say Avengers, SHIELD, the Snap, *whatever*. Yes, I have to ask this, because if you twitch, goddamnit. I do NOT want to be back in that clusterfuck, and I'm already being reminded of it right now! How do you even LIVE like this around here.

3. If one more person looks at me knowingly and says "Society, right?" I am going to bite them. What even IS this Society shit? If this is some Avengers-level bullshit, I decline. I don't even respectfully decline, I straight up *deny* it. No thanks! I have plenty of my own shit to worry about without getting lumped in with whoever those guys are.

[Well would you look there another 'meta'. A giant rat. Peter has been getting a decent amount of heckling given his appearance. He managed to lose a few people giving him a hard time when he comes upon the group shouting Beck.

Even with their very mixed history, Peter is relieved to see the familiar face. The relief is what pushes him to weave through the crowd to hook his arm with Beck's in an attempt to make a great escape.

The fact he's 4'10 and just showing up gives the group some pause.]

Uh, if you'll excuse us! We have... stuff to do!

[Smooth, Peter.]

[Oh thank fuck it's the kid. There's only one pooka around with that kinda patterning. He's not the only one who's been tossed into this bullshit, then. Quentin is going to fucking kill Octavius for not keeping the kid out of this somehow, though. Motherfucker. They had one deal-

He manages to smile pleasantly at the other people as he briefly pats Peter's hand. It's strained as hell.]

Yup, we gotta- Go do that thing. See if Octavius needs a hand or something, let's just-

[He's about to go with Peter's plan of 'great escape' when one of the crowd throws something.]

[The teenager tugs Beck along, with the intent on getting his weird frenemy out of harm's way. Maybe together they can figure out what is going on here.

Unsurprisingly something being thrown is a milkshake. The cup all but explodes upon impact. Peter squeaks indignantly, ears pinning back as the cold liquid pours down his back. He whips around, his free hand pawing at the back of his hoodie.]

Oh, c'mon! For real!? We're leaving! Like right now!

[This is Beck being pulled even harder to just get away from this mess.]

Edited 2022-08-14 02:24 (UTC)

[Quentin doesn't protest being dragged along, but he does give the person who threw the milkshake a very dark look. Yes, the eyes are bulging a little. He will bite anyone who's hands get too close to his face at the moment.]

Hey, quit it! You try any other shit, and-

[He hasn't planned this far. His inability to lie is really biting him in the ass right now.]

And I'll fucking break you. Don't even fucking think about it! Let's scram, this place isn't even worth our time, kid-

[And now time to absolutely book it, because Quentin may have just dug this hole a little deeper. Sorry, Peter.]

We're- scary! Leave us alone or- else! [His attempt at a threat is not great.

This is a 4'10 rat dragging a man much taller than him away from a crowd best he can. Peter starts hurrying a bit more.

Yeah, they are definitely running now away from the group. Peter's need to live outweighs dignity.]

[A wall of flame suddenly appears between the moth and the citizens. Loki stalks out of the shadows' on the citizens side, giving them a withering look.]

Are you certain you wish to continue with your course of action?

[Good news! The citizens look suitably startled and alarmed by the sudden wall of fire. The bad news is, that moth is looking at Loki like he's seen a ghost. It's hard to forget the face of the guy that wrecked New York while you were living there.

If it hadn't been for Loki's whole... world ruling thing, the Avengers wouldn't have been formed. It's a lot of things to unpack for the moth-man, in the span of a handful of seconds. So he'll shove the whole lot down and not think about it until he's out of this situation.]

I- he's right! It's not worth it! You really wanna try shit with this guy around? He means business, I've seen him wreck a place before-

[Quentin's stretching of the truth leaves him paling for a moment. He has to support himself on the wall with a slightly shaky breath.]

You really don't want to cross him.

[The citizens are now sharing more than a few dubious, unsure looks. At least one of them looks ready to run. Another one has quite the unhappy expression.]

[Loki gives him a puzzled look. He's never met a moth-creature... unless this is one of the fae? He turns his attention- and ferocity- back to the humans, but he does conjure a flicker of the same flames at the moth's feet. Through his feet. Don't worry about the fire, it's an illusion, he's trying to be reassuring to the one who is clearly under attack.]

Well, then? What is it to be? Will you brave fools take on two powerful beings from worlds beyond your imagining?

[To punctuate his words, a lance of fire stabs out of the wall, towards the citizens.]

[Quentin doesn't miss the puzzled look, but that's- fine. Manageable. Probably came from some other point in the timeline, or whatever. Quentin can work with that. Probably.

But he visibly startles at the illusion fire, and the lance just as badly as the citizens do. Fuck. He's seen some weird things in Ryslig, but this is- somehow beyond that. Feels more real. The vaguely familiar setting doesn't help either.]

Either way, it's- not going to be pretty. Beings like us have to feed, did you know that-? And you're looking quite appetizing right now-

[It's not a full lie, but he still ends up swaying on his feet again even as he flashes the citizens an uneasy grin. The only good thing is that the previous hunger for- energy, for lack of a better word, isn't gnawing at him anymore. The citizens don't look like food. It's a strange weight off his shoulders.

But the citizens are definitely scrambling to get away now, panic clear on their faces.]

[Loki flashes him a smile, just before he waves a hand and turns them both invisible.]

That should be enough for now. Though we may want to move before they regain their courage. I suspect we will be in this world for some time, and it would not be wise to harm the native inhabitants when we are outnumbered.

I presume you have arrived suddenly from another world, as I have? The land of the fae, perhaps?

[Quentin can't help the laugh that slips out. Well, this is- going to be a hell of a conversation, then. Loki, fucking Loki of all people, thinks he's a fae. Whoo boy.]

Yeah, that's- a good idea. You definitely have more tricks in your pocket than I do right now.

[He scrubs a hand down his face, antennae twitching a little with the motion.]

I wish it was the land of the fae. While I'm a faerie, fae is... kind of a catch-all for some monsters. But this is my- third world I've been dragged into-? I think. The second one is where all this- [He gestures loosely at himself, the antennae and red fluff peaking of of his shirt collar.] Started coming in. Can I ask a quick question, though?

[Time to feel out when Loki is from, even if it's as small as 'So, do you know the Avengers?']

Well, of course. I am a god. As I presume you already know, as you seemed to recognize me. I am sorry to say that you have the advantage of me there.

[There's sympathy mingling with coldness in his voice.]

You consider yourself faerie, then? But not the type to bedevil those weaker than you, I hope. Or you will not, now that you have experienced being pulled from your world and left to the mercy of your new world's inhabitants.

[He makes himself visible enough to shrug and show where he's about to go.]

Ask away. Though I would do it on the move. I am told there is a hotel in this city that is safe for those such as us.

[Oh wow this is not going well for anyone involved in this, is it? Of course, the citizens are being assholes, but they're also stressed and the world might be ending, so no one is exactly putting their best foot forward right now.]

Uh, mister, ever heard of "Who's on first?"

[Eddie steps in between the moth guy and the angry people, who only seem to bristle a bit more when they see his obvious metal appendages. Fortunately, he seems to be well known enough that while no one seems thrilled he's there, no one is trying anything either. And that's all he can ask for.]

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