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Some Reality Mods (somerealitymods) wrote in somerealityrpg,
@ 2019-06-15 08:08:00

Current mood:	chipper
Entry tags:	!gamewideplot, active: freddy freeman, active: natasha romanoff, active: nico di angelo, active: peter parker, active: rose hathaway, active: tony stark, inactive: cisco ramon, inactive: jughead jones, inactive: solona amell

OPENING POST
WHO: Everyone!
WHERE: Various NYC areas.
WHEN: June 15 - June 23
WARNINGS: Possible strong language, I imagine.
SPOILERS? Possible movie/book/show/comics, but I don't believe anything is newer than one month or so.

You can't use an old map to explore a new world.

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JUNE 15 - JUNE 23

ARRIVALS

Welcome to Goodland, a replica of Manhattan, New York, U.S.A. with one major difference → there is only ONE large apartment building (Ostrich's Villa) that magically adds floors when needed. Oh, my! Your awesome entity grew bored with his current ~~toys~~ and decided to invite more ~~play-things~~ friends so here you are. Exciting, yes? The magic is intense so Goodland is currently experiencing severe weather, including lightening, heavy rain, and intense wind. However, magically, your letter is dry when it floats to you.

Feel free to use one or more of the following ideas to get started:

◊ Utilize comments to either describe where, when, and how your character arrived or write a short one shot.

◊ Use the above details to write to

somerealityweb.

◊ Allow the above post to inspire threads in

somerealityrpg.

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machinesrus
2019-06-15 12:24 pm UTC (link)

It was raining. It was raining a lot, actually, and Sam's heart jumped for a moment as he tried to get his bearings. It looked like New York - not the New York he was just in, though, the one with a second New York visible already in the sky as the sort of doom he was never quite sure they were going to survive drew ever closer. For a moment he wondered if he'd gone back in time somehow, if this really was the beginning of the Ultimatum wave, but... no. That just doesn't seem right somehow.

He doesn't have his full bug-out bag with him - that would have been far too convenient - but he's at least got a few pieces of useful kit. Most importantly for now, his satellite phone. He tugs it out even as he uses his other hand to try to pull his jacket over his head for a little protection, trying to find somewhere where the rain was a little less driving where he could take stock of things. First things first, he needed to figure out what the hell was going on.

He switched the phone to broadcast on the most common radio frequencies used by the military and SHIELD. Surely there was someone around who might be able to tell him something. "Unknown station, this is Agent Falcon. Do you read?" He repeated the message once more before stopping to listen for a response, peering through the storm as he waited. He should have known it wasn't going to be a normal day.

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