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WHO: ImPorts in Venezuela
WHERE: Mérida, Venezuela
WHEN: October 19th 10AM to October 20th 10AM.
WARNINGS: Strong language is likely. Potential violence.
SUMMARY: Welcome to the twenty-four hour masquerade! Refreshments will be flowing throughout the hours, and while entertainment is provided (both musical and theatrical), don't let that deter you from inventing your own mischief. Remember, there's only one rule: while at the masquerade, you cannot remove your mask!

As the levity hits its high notes, however, beware the dark figures scheming in the shadows, those poisoners with swift hands. By 12AM October 20th, the imPort-only virus will be exposed and infecting the masqueraders first, before spreading outwards.
FORMAT: Whatever you'd like.

Masks of all counterfeits paid tribute to the color spectrum that soon poured out into the confetti-strewn streets that morning. The flood of spectacle drowned away any groans of the mundane, and once ten o'clock stuck then did intrigue ascend to the hazy plateau of status quo. Bodies moved like whispers against each other, some seeking friends, while others hoped to fool foes. The air sung with sticky excitement: mischief was welcomed here, as long as you did it honestly. As long as you wore your face over your mask.

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Motherfucker, I know! [ His voice was just as high, trying to keep himself on the edge of calm, but somethings were just impossible. ]

We need to force them to fucking calm down, any way we can.

How? How?! Don't you think I tried?! [ Max looked at Mitch desperately, grabbing his shoulders. ] They're beyond help right now.

[ Caught in Max's hands, he looks more shocked than anything else. He fucking knew what Max was capable of, and any other time, he would have had the mental acuity to concentrate on that, on looking concerned and shocked, and playing off the fact that he didn't know what his powers were.

Right about now, he had bigger fucking fish to fry. He had a slack-jawed surprise for Max instead, eyes wide like he knew that was bad, before there was a pop somewhere off to the side. A sound system, and then a screech, low at first, but building in pitch and volume. The flow of blood from his ears tickled against his skin. ]

Motherfucker. We have a legion of panicking fucking imports, and no way to get them under control!

[ Max paid no attention to Mitch's look of surprise, not at the moment, although he would think back on it much later w when he had calmed down. For now he just nodded frantically, distractedly, letting go of Mitch again. He bit down on one his knuckles anxiously. ]

Right. That's the situation! [ He exhaled, sharply. ] Obviously engineered specifically to be out of our grasp.

Sow chaos. This is either someone's idea of a sick joke, or someone's trying to fuck us over. [ Released, he held his hands to his head, trying to think over the noise. A difficult feat.

He had suspicions, but he didn't voice them. There was no good in voicing them, it only sowed more problems, and there was too much noise for him to think clearly. ]

Someone's obviously trying to get us all killed. Lord knows they're doing a decent enough job of it already.

[ Max shook his head, trying to breathe slowly. ]

I can't even think straight. Too much commotion going on.

I know, I know. [ He tried to look around, but he still couldn't really focus on the people still. They didn't fucking matter. ]

There's too much shit out here, we're not going to get any leads in the middle of this bullshit.

We've got to -- [ A thought occurred to him, then, and his head slowly shakes. ]

I forgot to mention, your bodyguard is looking for you.

[ In the chaos, his finely-tuned control isn't as tight as it should be. Almost darkly: ]

Of course he is. [ There's a violent flicker, and he winces, trying to get a grip on things. ] He's a little slow, he'll catch up eventually. What do we have to do, Max? You had an idea.

What? Oh. [ Max took a slow breath. ] We have to at least get ourselves away from the crowds.

Yeah. [ He craned his neck, eye twitching, face stinging with the effort, but he managed it, looking around for the quickest way out of the mess. He winced, and touched Max's arm, albeit somewhat gingerly. ]

I have an idea, be ready.

I'm as ready as I'm going to be.

[ Max's gaze settled on Mitch again, finally, and he inhaled slowly, putting his arms up. ]

We aren't going to fight our way out, are we?

No. [ It's the only warning he gives, turning his head in the direction of the exit, and he coughs, his eyes tipping up toward the ceiling. ]

IT'S 650° RIGHT NOW. DO YOUR FUCKING JOB.

[ Water poured first, but with his powers so out of control, the lights in the line to the nearest exist started to burst, sending a shower of sparks. The crowd parted like the red sea, either to get out of the water, or the shower of glass that rained down. ]

Come on. Before any of them think it's a good idea to dance in the goddamn rain.

Ah! [ Max jerks, protecting his own head from the water and glass, staring at Mitch mutely for a moment before simply nodding and following him hastily. His thoughts ran in the vein of It's going to be worse outside, whatever started this is probably waiting out there to finish us off and Wonderful, now my suit is ruined ]

All right, I'm right behind you.

[ He waits for just a moment, for the last of the bulbs to burst, and then another for the shower to start, before he starts rushing down the line, through the tepid, sour water. Fuck, sprinklers were foul little bastards. It was a bit of a run to the door, but not so far that it took more than a quick sprint. He eyed the door, it was the fire emergency door, and he didn't even bother with his voice, just locking eyes on it.

The power surrounding the hazard warnings and power shut off, leaving the whole thing dead. The words "SALIDA" died, a shower of sparks lighting around it, but they died off before they were close. ]

LET US OUT. [ He told it, before he pressed for the door to open, thankfully not letting off any alarms. ]

Terrific. [ Max exhaled the first breathe of genuine relief he'd felt all night, even knowing it wouldn't last long. Pushing out the door, he was quick to move aside and attempt to wring out his hair and suit even if the latter was beyond redemption. ]

Nifty little power you have there.

[ Sopping wet, he doesn't do more than slick his hair back, wincing at the water in his still bleeding face, the spaces cut deep from his fingers stinging up and down his face. Fuck. He didn't know what he was going to do about that mess yet.

His lips turned down at the comment. ] Hm? Not right now it fucking isn't.

[ His voice was strained. Logically, being outside made no difference in how far he could hear, and it really wasn't different, but without a direction to point his perception, it spread further and further. Maybe it was his imagination, but he felt like with every heartbeat, it was getting worse. ]

If you say so. [ Max's eyebrow raised in disagreement, but he didn't care enough to argue the point. He just kept wringing out his suit and trying to meld his wet hair back into place. ] Whatever gets us out into the land of sanity again's nifty enough for me.

At least there's that. [ He sounds distracted, eyes scanning, searching. He's trying to figure out, now that they're out of the rush, what's going to be the best course of action. He can't watch from out here, but there's no way in fucking hell he could control an entire population of panicking imports.

His voice was his power, but he couldn't do anything with it if people weren't willing to listen. He needed calm, and that was the fucking rub. He knew if anyone could do it, it was Lord, but Lord wasn't biting, so either he couldn't, or it was the virus. ]

Shit, right now, I'd rather be able to talk people out of panicking.

Join the club. I don't think it's possible -- it's more than just adrenaline fueling this frenzy. I don't know if it's pheromones or mind control or what but normal chaos can at least be reasoned with.

[ Max had settled down slightly, distracting his mind now with the repetitive and compulsive motions of drying his jacket and tie. He tried to clear his mind again enough to recognize what feelings were rational and what was not. He'd gotten caught up, before. Sloppy. He needed to be aware. ]

[ He frowned, not at all happy with that. Agitated, he ran his hands through his hair, again wincing, but shrugging off the pain. The good part about the searing pain was the fact that it focused him in. Made the rest of the voices turn to backfeed. It was still like he was in a packed room, but that he wasn't quite so annoyed by being there. ]

That means we're in trouble. If it's one or the other, we're not going to have immediate options for getting this taken care of. We need something immediate.

Well obviously, but saying that isn't going to conjure up a solution! Oh, we'll come up with something... nothing is unsolvable. But immediate went out the door when everyone's powers stopped working properly. Any attempts to clean up the mess fall flat anything we'd do right now would only be clumsy, at best. What could we do, knock them all unconscious?

[ He shakes his head, rubbing the back of his neck until it stings. ]

I'd prefer that to mass fucking panic! [ He gestures wildly, back toward the door, toward the chaos still inside. ]

Hell, I'd prefer to be knocked unconscious if I didn't have to hear this. It's not fucking normal, I don't know about you, but I'm not going to be able to be in control of my powers for long. I'm barely hanging on as it is, and there are people in there with worse powers than mine!

Well that's doable. I'd even offer if it didn't mean I'd probably get arrested for several counts of brutal assault. [ Max shrugs and sighs in frustration. ] And I don't know where I'd find a club. We'll just have to make do somehow.

[ He couldn't help the almost delirious laugh that escapes. ]

Yeah, maybe if I hold my breath, I'll pass out before anything goes wrong. And then you can keep the jackals off my body, right? [ He waves a hand, not caring that there weren't jackals in South America ]

We'll find a solution.

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