IMAGINE HOW THE WORLD COULD BE

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WHO: everyone who signed up
WHERE: all over the world
WHEN: 18 June, 10 AM EST
WARNINGS: pre-emptively warning for language and violence
SUMMARY: After an attack on the Porter, Lachesis gits mad and teleports some people away
FORMAT: WORDS



Wherever they are, whatever they're doing, it all stops when the clock strikes 10:00 EST.

Suddenly, this ain't Kansas anymore.

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ATTACK ON THE PORTER, THE CITY

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[currentcy]

[ Especially since the Pro had been ported out, Electro had been thinking about his agendas with much more frequency; much more sincerity, because it was a good thing to latch onto to quell his growing apathy. He thought to himself again: I preach about our oppression and most of them still just sit back and let it happen. He stared at the Porter machine with narrowed eyes, hands open at his sides. He was going to do something. ]

TOP OF THE EIFFEL TOWER, PARIS

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[hypnosymphony]

[ Well, that isn't disorienting at all. He'd woken up early and had headed out to do some shopping before it got crowded, but someone or something had apparently thought otherwise.

Namely, by suddenly placing him on the Eiffel Tower. He quickly glances around, frowning, violin materialising in his hands. ]

What..?

DISNEY WORLD

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[dragony]

[On the positive side, at least it was still the same timezone.

At nine-thirty Monday morning, Ruka had been doing nothing more extraordinary than walking her dog and wondering if she should stop somewhere for coffee that morning or skip it in favor of going out to lunch. At nine-fifty, she was ordering a drink with two too many flavors. At nine-fifty-nine, she took her first sip.

And, at ten o'clock sharp, she was quite suddenly deposited into blazing sunlight with an accompanying fifteen degree temperature jump. She winced, shielding her good eye with her free hand. It was also a great deal louder than before. She was completely surrounded by a sudden crowd, all in short sleeves and bright colors.

The general area and mood seemed somehow familiar to Ruka, but it wasn't until she looked up to see the towering castle that things snapped into place.

She blinked. Once, twice, lowering her hand.]

What.

Later...

[liebe_krieg]

It's a small world after all, it's a small world after all...

The boats slid onward past endless rows of enthusiastically lifeless animatronic children belting out the virtues of world peace. There was an odd-looking Daffy Duck standing on the prow of the lead boat, gesturing with his arms as though he was conducting the glorious symphony of war an orchestra instead of entertaining a gaggle of squalling kids and their bored guardians. The Duck's costume seemed to bulge in odd places, ill-fitting and hastily-donned. One might almost think that it had been stolen and that its rightful owner had been clumsily bludgeoned unconscious so that a war criminal could hide out in Disneyworld.

This is utter Hell, the Major thought as he did his best to make quacking noises without a German accent. Truly one of the lowest pits I have yet descended into. The charnel stench of London was what it was, the madness of the Eastern Front was what it was. But this! This awful, tuneless warbling along an artificial Styx surrounded by mechanical demons! He had already resolved to track down the descendants of whoever had constructed this wretched ride and visit terrible punishment on them.

As the boats continued onward, the Major took comfort in two things: he would arrange a way out of this eventually, back to his base and his war, and in the meantime, things could hardly grow much worse.

A CROWDED DMV IN OREGON

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[boozebot]

[At 10am, Bender was far too busy drinking in order to prepare himself for the day. His fuel reserves were running low, but that was nothing a six pack of some cheap, smelly booze he bought at the nearest store couldn't help.

Unfortunately, now they can't and never will, as Bender finds himself at the back of a queue to renew his driving license. He's obviously quite confused at first, still clutching his very first can, but he eventually shrugs and continues drinking. Might as well see where this queue goes.]

KUNYUM

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[dishbestserved]

[ Captain Cold had been in his apartment with a pile of newspapers trying to track down this who this guy that stole the Stanley Cup was - he finally found out he was called "Jack Bauer" --

and then he was in who-the-hell-even-knows where, some busy sidewalk in some city in some country that he was pretty, reasonably, positively sure wasn't the United States.

His hood was down but at least he still had his parka and cold gun. Which he drew. Within moments. ]

CORNFIELD, BUMFUCK, USA

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[conflagrations]

[ so a minute ago, johnny was literally sprawled out on his couch watching maury. and now he is sprawled out on his butt in the dirt with an ear of corn stabbing him in the spine. this is not how he'd planned to spend his evening. ]

Where the hell am I?!

NORTH KOREA

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[trollverine]

[It's the middle of the night in a small fishing village in southeast North Korea. The only sounds are the waves and the wind; there are no lights beyond the trees, and no life except sea life crawling on the beach.

A moment ago, Daken was washing dishes, thinking about doing a little work out of the country--and now he's standing on said beach, sleeves rolled up, hands covered in soapy water, looking like what the hell just happened.]

CHINATOWN, SAN FRANCISCO

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[datglass]

[ The first thing Mirror Master did was stomp over to a big mirrored window pane, mildly confused but intending to pop right back to where he was. What actually happened was he walked into the window and smacked against it hard, bouncing back and landing on his ass. Which confuses and pisses him off more. ]

Awright, just what kind of mince did I step into here?

A CRYPT IN GUANAJUATO

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Re: A CRYPT IN GUANAJUATO

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[ It'd been a productive morning for Taskmaster, who could sometimes come off as more white-collar than a supercrook ought to. He's been up for hours, cleanly shaved and suited up, pouring himself over details on opening a school in a nearby county. Was it was best to file taxes as a corporation or--

Well, enough of that. The table he's leaning over vanishes. He just about drops his coffee, stumbling forward onto... stone? And his apartment is suddenly pitch black, musty, and apparently ancient with how stagnant the air is.

He doesn't react right away. Not even a curse (yet).

Just quiet fuming. He was going to kill the Porter. ]

AN UNCHARTED DESERT ISLE

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[curses]

[maybe bella was doing evil witch things or maybe she was reading or maybe she was having brunch. it doesn't matter now because in the blink of an eye she finds herself standing in the middle of a desert isle. it takes her a moment to register the sudden change in location, and then the feeling of the sun beating down her back and the sound of gentle waves hit her.

she immediately draws her wand, eyes darting around the isle cautiously. perhaps it was a trap...?]

ANTARCTICA

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[beatstheclock]

[10 AM? Yeah please, Slick sleeps like a coma patient. When he's nabbed, it's straight from an otherwise pleasant dream about crushing enemies, seeing driven before him, lamentations of their women et cetera.

He wakes up facefirst in a snowbank, clad for the weather in his comical scotty dog boxers. Something is not right here. Is it the 89 below Celsius temperature? The penguin shuffling past and honking intermittently? The fact he's not wearing his hat?

Slick scrabbles to his feet, spitting out and and snow.]

The hell?

[Succinct.]

NOVA SCOTIA

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[heartlessglitch]

[ She had been in a surprisingly good mood. Had been. Past tense. Because in the present tense, Danger was now slightly over 900 miles from the City-- smack dab in the middle of Nova Scotia, Canada, according to her internal navigation systems. Irritating. Very. Very irritating.

She checks the status of her communicator-- and is rewarded with annoying music. Ugh. Well, fine. There are perks to being a high tech alien robot, right? Including the ability to fly. Just gotta fire up the old rocket boosters--

There's a loud wheezing toot of a noise, and confetti sprays everywhere.



Hhhrgggh. Someone is going to be held accountable for all this sabotage when she figures out how to get back. ]

THE AMAZON

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[One moment he is plopped on his couch, picking his teeth with a knife and disinterestedly watching 1,000 Ways to Die while giving his own commentary, and the next--

--sprawled on the jungle floor, the black and white of his costume a stark contrast to the lush greens around him.]

What the hell?!