Test drive

[theearth]

Scenarios:

> Transportation/travel. You're at an airport or train station, whether to escape or take a tour to a strange-events hotspot, or plain go on an innocent vacation. Mix up your bags or timetables, grab a pre-ride snack, chat up those with the same destination, get or give directions, find yourself receiving an ill-timed item Echo in front of security - whatever you can think up!
> It's raining men vi har paraply It's raining, so seek shelter... Or run into someone because your umbrella is blocking your view, or jump into puddles and get everyone else wetter than they should be.
> Grab a coffee or get a letter You're at work, whatever that is; a coffee shop perhaps, or maybe you work for the FBI or as a kindergarten teacher, or something else entirely. Either way, things happen - maybe you only do your job, but maybe the supernatural suddenly impacts you in ways that you didn't plan on...
> Say - is that one of those superhumans you've spied on the street? Yes, I do believe it is - you've seen them on the news/read about them, that or their looks give them away! Go on and ask questions of them, be it for serious answers or an autograph, depending on who you are.
> ...And it looks like you're a superhuman yourself. Looks like that hollowed-out feeling you got was followed by a mutation, or some strange thing in your brain. How're you going to come to grips with it? Maybe you received something right in the middle of the street, or while riding the bus, at school, or maybe on a date...
> Wildcard/Etc. Make up your own!

Comments

[no_love_potions]

[And apparently his sister is Annie freaking Oakley now.

Harry's been to warzones, he's no stranger to the sounds of gunfire or of seeing people dropped by it but he still grimaces at the sound of bullets hitting human meat... not to mention the smell of cooked gangster that drifts up from the smoldering thug. He'd at least stopped howling in pain in favor of rolling on the ground, whimpering. The guy who'd taken the cannonball is still across the street with his arms wrapped around his ribs.

Fucking hell. He'd done that much and he barely even feels a dent in the power still running through him. What the hell could he do if he really cut loose?]

Peachy. [He looks toward Melissa, planting one end of his staff against the ground in what he figures is a suitably cool stance.] I think these guys need to get to a hospital though.

[stopinthenameofawe]

[Damn right she is. She's not putting those guns way yet, either, sighing slightly in relief that no one important is hurt. As for the people that are...]

Right. [She pulls out her phone, calling up 911 and rolling her red at her brother.] put that damn thing away. And you-- [she addresses the man that had gotten a magic blast to the chest.] You were shot point blank. Got it?

[Melissa is intimidating enough that even gangsters know better than to argue.]