Test Drive

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TEST DRIVE 001


-TDM threads can be considered game canon if players involved agree & if it suits any roles you may decide to choose for the current plot.
-Any reserving player that does not submit an app by Saturday morning will be subject to challenging applicants.
-Participation in the Test Drive is worth a flat 10 points per month rather than per thread, and you must have a minimum of 5 comments in that month to qualify for it.
-This TDM is good for the duration of the Mist setting. A new TDM will go up before the next setting.

The NETWORK for this setting is a voice-only walkie talkie system that can be used to communicate between all locations. The default channel will be open to all walkie talkies, but characters can change to an unused channel for private conversation.
of note: There seems to be something strange about these walkie talkies, in that there is no static. The quality is disturbingly crystal clear, like the person you're speaking to is right next to you instead of miles away.

CONTENT WARNING: Some prompts contain gore, character death, and substance abuse.

Reserves will open on Saturday, September 8 until Saturday, September 15
Applications will open Saturday, September 15 until Saturday, September 22

General Prompts


The lights above you are a blindingly, pristine white. The walls around you curve up into the ceiling like the inside of an MRI machine. Your hands, feet, and midsection are strapped to a clinical table, and minutes seem to tick by, with no clear course for escape presenting itself to you.

The curved white space above you flickers with color, and a perfect square like a television screen expands before your eyes. It pans over what appears to be a town, something small and simply populated.

“Hello, and welcome to your first setting,” a neutrally cadenced feminine sounding voice begins, riding the line between human and machine. As she speaks, captions of the text type themselves in neat and perfect Arial font. “The location is loosely based off Bridgton, Maine, United States of America, Earth. The year is 2007. You have been selected to participate. Obedience ensures an enjoyable and immersive experience for our audience. If you have been granted a role, instructions will follow. Do not talk about the role. Do not attempt disobedience. If you have not been granted a role, your objective for this round is simple: survive.”

After that, the shackles may release promptly and allow your character to roam free. Or perhaps not — perhaps they've been given a role to play, and if so, further instructions will play out upon the screen. Once suitably briefed, characters will be released to their own devices. Beware the mist.

CHECK OUT THE CURRENT SETTING PAGE FOR DETAILS ABOUT THE LOCATION.

learn from the mistakes of others

A pair of unperturbed mall inhabitants decide to chance the mist. They're the first of a handful to trickle out the front doors, and they seem to get by just fine. About a minute ticks by, and they disappear completely into the dense fog that presses in from every direction. It's so anticlimactic that for a moment it almost seems stupid to feel uncomfortable by the sight of it.

Until precisely one half of a body is hurled abruptly and with great force from an indeterminate point in the obscurity. It's not a top half or a bottom half; no, it's a cleanly sliced left half, head to toe as though a neat line were cut down the middle. It slams into the transparent glass doors and crumples before them, still and obviously unmoving, slowly leaking.

After a few seconds, a dark tendril of something reaches out, curls around the jutting left ankle, and drags it with painstaking slowness back into the fog.

At least the rest of them probably made it, right?

Right?

Hopefully you weren't one of the others to follow their lead. If you were, that dark shape seems to be closing in awfully quick.

eff this, let's bounce

A pair of car keys can be found discarded or perhaps dropped in their owners' haste. Braving the mist when it's at its lightest and pressing the key fob will cause a car to beep politely, flashing lights to indicate its location in the fog. Take anyone willing to go with you and pile in. Try to get the hell out of dodge!

An excellent idea....

Within five miles of the car's journey the battery will die and the engine will stall. Consider yourselves effectively stranded and with no one but yourselves to blame. Perhaps help will come if you wait long enough? Hours, surely no more than a few days... Maybe you should consider braving the fog to get back? Five miles can feel like a hundred in conditions like these.

Either way, it seems like you're trapped in the car for about as long as R. Kelly got trapped in the closet during that one unfortunate CD.

radio chatter

Characters in the library and the church will be able to communicate via walkie talkie radio chatter immediately! Characters in the mall will not have this ability until later in the month, so any network style threads with a mall character will take place during Week Two of the October plot or later, after most people have already been fully introduced to the setting and given time to adapt.

Roles

Employee of the Month (Multiple)

Some characters will be printed wearing a designated kiosk uniform, their name sloppily stickered in slightly crooked letters onto a Dippin' Dots badge, or whatever store they may happen to be assigned to. The cool voice that introduces them to the mist will carry on to tell them that they'll be playing employee # _____ in this month's immersive experience. Their motivations and objectives are simple: go to work.

Except the role seems to be bugged, because they can never not go to work. If they leave the five or six foot radius of their designated post they'll begin to experience consequences, which worsen in severity based on distance and duration. The role doesn't end at mall closing, it doesn't end on Saturdays, it simply doesn't end. Hopefully next month's code push will have a bug fix; we apologize for the inconvenience.

(If choosing to keep these threads as game canon, the role will wear off within the first in-game week)

Aggravated Assault

Congratulations, participant! You will be playing the role of a CONVICTED FELON having recently been released on parole. Your motivation for this month's immersive experience is frustration. Having undergone hard time, you'll find that we have increased your aggression and temper characteristics, and lowered your inhibitions. Your objective is to find and begin an altercation with Snuff the Rooster, who will be playing the role of the person who turned you in, NARK. Your altercation must take place in a public space with witnesses, and may not stop until Snuff the Rooster is unconscious, evicted from the mall, or someone intervenes.

Thank you for your participation!

Consequences for not completing the objective in this role can be moderate to severe.

Snuff the Rooster

Congratulations, participant! You will be playing the role of NARK. Formerly a close friend and ally of CONVICTED FELON from Aggravated Assault, you were quick to roll on them during police questioning in exchange for your freedom. Your motivation is to turn over a new leaf, and get your shit together. Your objective is to survive the altercation.

Thank you for your participation!

The Lovers (Duo Role)

Congratulations, participant! You will be playing one half of a partnership role! Please seek out (character 2). Your motivation this round is love, and the need to protect your partner from threats both inside and outside of the mall. Your objectives is to greet your lover with a kiss and place them above all others. Do not act like strangers.
Consequences for not completing the objective in this role or failing to present a convincing couple can be mild to moderate.

Pathological

Congratulations, participant! You will be playing a background character in our current setting. Your motivation is to tell lies; at least one third of what you say must be unarguably untrue. Your objective is to keep these lies from being discovered as false.
Consequences for not complying with this role can vary from mild to severe, with the compulsion to tell larger and larger lies growing as time goes on.

Scared Speechless

Congratulations, participant! You will be playing a background character in our current setting. You may choose one person, stranger or otherwise. This is the only person you may communicate with, either verbally or through writing.
Consequences for not complying with this role are severe.

Glitches

potency error

Someone seems to have miscalculated the relative strength of intoxicants; all inhibition-altering substances seem to have been cranked up to eleven. One shot has the strength of three, though the taste seems to stay exactly the same. One or two drinks will quickly creep up on you. One of the joints found discarded in the bathroom trashcans will easily green you out. God forbid you've got anything stronger.

greatest movie of all time

Settling in to the relatively nice theater found at the far end of the mall is a decent way to make the time go by. The projectors are automated, and there are six different theaters that show flicks at scheduled times.

Except that every single one of them is showing Spider-Man 3. Every single one, every single showing, no matter what is advertised, becomes Spider-Man 3. That's how you know this is a horror game. Hope you didn't wander in by mistake because the doors will shut behind you and leave you to watch the entire showing. Please keep your feet off of the seats.

please replace toner cartridge

It seems there was an error in printing someone this first time around; everything came through but the visuals somehow. Your character is flesh and blood, fully formed, wearing tangible clothes even, but are completely invisible. Donning additional clothing causes it to clip out and then promptly disappear. Taking clothes off will cause them to reappear. Hopefully this gets fixed in the next lite patch.

(If choosing to keep these threads as game canon, the glitch will wear off within the first in-game week)

code bases by tricklet

Comments

[a_shadow]

Hm. Okay. I was hoping you did have some proof.

Will you keep me on your short list of people to contact if you do find it?

[blowshard]

[ Oh yes big scary glare he's so incredibly intimidated right now. Inasa doesn't even notice the look, too excited to be here with someone he knows. Someone he can talk to about their quirks and how they're not working. It's awful. He hates it. ]

Hey, Bakugou! How much has your quirk diminished? I can barely lift a sheet of paper! It's awful!

[ How can someone dislike something so much but still be so boisterous about it? ]

1/3

[flowerclip]

De...ku? [She's not sure how one gets "Deku" out of any of his name, but sure okay. He looks a little embarrassed, and she vaguely recalls Hanna complaining something about using first names once, so--] Okay! Deku it is, then! I don't really have any nicknames...

[Well, she does; there's an embarrassingly long list of equally embarrassing pet names her brother calls her, and then Cyril calling her Tutu... But it's kind of an embarrassing nickname in and of itself.]

If you could keep an eye out for them, I'd appreciate it! Todd Allison has ginger hair, and a British accent, and he always looks really grumpy and mean! But he's really not-- ...[She cuts herself off and sort of. Stares off a moment like the very Powers That Be were shaming her indirectly for lying about this. She sort of winces, laughs nervously, and continues:] He's really not... That bad! He's just-- Grumpy. He's a good guy!

[LOOK IT'S VERY IMPORTANT DEKU KNOWS THIS. TODD ALLISON IS A GOOD GUY. He's jsut kind of an ass to people, she's aware of this.]

And Cyril is-- [Pause.]

[flowerclip]

[shipyards]

I'm not usually in the business of savin' people-- [Yes, you are, Han.]

But I don't like this place. So I'll take who wants to come. Just not sure where it actually is. [Yeah, yeah. He knows. That's a pretty big thing to be not sure of. Literally. A missing ship is something big to miss.]

[a_shadow]

Believe me, I can pull my weight.

And this seems to be Earth, but there's weird things about it.

[flowerclip]

[Complete deadpan.] Worse. [she has great friends who are great guys, really]

He has black hair and is really pale, and kind of scary eyes... Uh...

Actually it's probably best you only look for Todd Allison... [Cyril would absolutely stab a man as a warning.] Though if you told him you were looking for him because of me it'd probably be alright...

[That's so ominous, jesus Petunia.]

closing time (whispers hello there)

[blowshard]

[ Guess who's lucky enough to not have been assigned any sort of role? This guy. Unfortunately, that doesn't free him enough to be able to leave the mall. Not with that mist hanging around outside. They couldn't pay him to leave. Nothing is worth the risk of being torn literally in half by whatever is creeping around out there.

That means there is a lot of just walking around, though, exploring every bit of the place that he's allowed to get to. There are too many entrances, too many places to monitor. There's just no way to make sure everyone else stays safe...

He almost walks by the boy sitting on the bench. It's his behavior that catches Inasa's attention. It's different from the others, a stand out to those who just flicker out of view if you don't keep your eye on them at all times. He looks terrible.

Inasa turns back on a heel and crouches down in front of him, reaching a hand out to lightly put it on his arm. ]

Hey! Are you alright?

[codominant]

["a way back home"... huh. he hadn't even thought of it — aren't they all just projections of light that act as shadows of their true self? ...well, she probably knows that. she's playing the game, and he'll have to as well.]

[so where's "home" for "Eric"?]

Uh. I got "deposited" here by my mom to look for a new video game. You here for maternity?

[Eric is an asshole.]

[shipyards]

You have first dibs then. [Not that he can't handle The Falcon, but no really, where the kriff is Chewy?]

Earth? [His turn to not know what that means.]

C

[yorozuya]

[He was so close...

The tips of his fingers brushed the edge of the quarter that had been long forgotten under the vending machine. His knuckles curve and... no luck. The coin doesn't budge. Gintoki groans and presses his cheek into the bottom grate of the vending machine just a little more, wincing against the pressure as he stretches and tries again.

He makes contact with the coin. More solid contact...!

And then a woman's scream has him jerking his body out from under the small space, scraping his arm as he forces himself to his feet.

A quick scan of the area, and his eyes catch the splatter of gore on the glass doors. He catches a glimpse of a darkened tendril as it raked the remains away. And as the sight fades into the fog that swirls outside, Gintoki slowly approaches the young woman who had been floored by the sudden onset.

There's a sympathetic look to his gaze.]

Not sure we got any weapons in here that's gonna cut it, y'know? Gotta have a little more planning than that.

[a_shadow]

You don't know Earth?

[ Well, that's interesting. ]

What planet are you from? Or, actually, what civilization?

[codominant]

Ah. Bakugou.

[deliberately obtuse or downright spiteful? hard to say]

I'm relieved to hear from you. Go to channel 9.

[he doesn't even wait for a response, clicking over instantly]

Pearl | Steven Universe | OTA

[singingwhilecrying]

(( OOC Notes: I can match prose or brackets, I just usually default to prose! Any questions or plotting can be directed to me at Plurk at Terepy ))

_{(Library Start)}
1. Knowledge is Power!

Pearl always had a theatrical side. In fact, she downright prided herself on her ability to appreciate and recreate all manners of fine arts from precise dances to tear-jerking stage plays. Though her artful appreciation had its limits. Namely, when she was expected to play a role after a confusing awakening in an unknown land ruled over by some shadowy cabal which seemed, to her suspicion, neither gem nor human. Were this any other situation, perhaps she would be one to leap up and fight her way through the constructs, figuring out what was at the core of this charade. As rebellious as she might have been, however, she knew to survive. When strict punishments were promised for not playing her part, when no signs of support from her fellow Crystal Gems made themselves apparent, when seemingly all her powers were reduced to fizzles and failed conjurations, she knew not to risk retaliation. She could not even conjure a weapon, and she certainly did not want to test the durability of her physical form in such unknown times. Perhaps this was where her background came in handy. As much as it pained her, and as servile as it was, she knew the game well. Play her role; stay alive. Simple enough.

The only point which worried her was the cyptic promise she received in that odd, otherworldly briefing. What did they call her again? NARK? All she knew was she had reason to fear some name she had certainly never heard before. A criminal, like she was, apparently. One who was most assuredly not happy with her decision to live a happy domestic life. How familiar! Sure, it was terrifying what her instructions entailed: Survive the Altercation. It was quaint, simple, and crystal-clear. But it didn't make her any less on edge. How was she even to recognize her former partner in crime? Hopefully, if she was lucky, they would be so unfamiliar as to simply... never find her, either. Wouldn't that be nice!

Though she would be lying if she didn't think it was kind of fun to think about. It really was like some overly cheesy play. And maybe she was a little overconfident in her survivability and track record. Whatever danger may come, all she knew was that there would be enough drama and fighting to at least break the monotony of this misty, miserable little place. A library. But not exactly a good one. Just some little dingy, rustic refuge for abandoned books. No fascinating tomes for her to bury her nose in, no information which she could call exactly 'new' in the limited minds of the American public educational sphere. But she entertained herself now and then reading about some fringe, absurd interest. Like human medicine, or biology, or philosophy! Oh, those were always so fun! The threads people weave to justify things so many magnitudes larger than them were almost charming!

Pearl could be found in multiple places during the library. She frequented quite a few in particular. Normally, she would wander the stacks, alternating between picking a few books off the shelves to sate her curiosity as she waited out her sentence here. Other times, she might be doing the opposite, picking any books which may have misplaced themselves from any given spot in the library, and busy herself organizing each and every one to the exact letter of that unfortunately-named Dewey system. Were she to run out of books, perhaps she would wander around straightening and cleaning whatever else might have found itself misplaced. It certainly didn't matter if there was someone else near the mess. She would simply maneuver through them, with a small push and a kind "Excuse me," or a dismissive wave before courteously organizing the stranger's personal space, all while looking so pleased and content with herself.

Perhaps she would be found at the small maintenance closet, picking out any helpful tools with audible hums, scheming up something to construct herself a way out with any spare parts she could find. And lastly, she might stare out the window, watching the mist whenever it looked at its deepest, finally cracking her content and calm facade as her brow furrowed and her hand rested lightly on the glass. Was it safe to leave? Would it ever be?

_{(radio chatter)}
2. First Contact

"-One, two, three. Test. Can anyone read me, over?" Pearl was quick to find the walkie-talkie in the library proper, but she had no clue to whom the device was set for communication. But her persistence knew few bounds. Between trips around the library, she sat at the circulation desk in entrance of the building, running routine checks across the first channel, then any other channel she had the patience to cycle through. Always repeating those first, official words. Nothing more, nothing less. At least, not until she got a response.

As time went on, her voice got more exasperated with each passing check. "... One, two, three. Test. Is there anyone out there, over?" But as tired as she was, she still was overly respectful, keeping quiet for the library and all the inhabitants which shared the space with her. Her voice remained near a whisper no matter how desperate her checks might become. Courtesy comes first, after all!

_{(eff this, let's bounce)}
3. Let Me Drive My Van Into Your Heart

Time could wear down on anyone, and interdimensional magical aliens were no different. While the everlasting mist was intimidating and certainly too alarming for Pearl to just wander out, she kept a close eye on it. The moment this inclement weather passed, she would be quick to rush out and find some sort of life past this confining library. As much as she loved cleaning and organizing, there was only so much one person could take!

As it turns out, such a stroke of luck does happen. The mist rose enough for visibility to drastically improve. Not nearly enough to be classified as 'good', of course, but enough to at least watch for danger or signs of life in this strange location. Her first target was the parking lot; sure it seemed empty, but who knew what might be hidden in this fog?

Minutes after her departure, Pearl came rushing back to the door, throwing open the entrance of the library with an excited, giddy laugh. "Guess what I fooouuund!" She chimed with excitement that could rival the morning of a human holiday. In her hand, she dangled a pair of discarded keys, jingling them to sound out through the library before she immediately remembered where she was. "Oop, sorry." Her hand slapped over her mouth, voice slipping down to a whisper as she stopped motion in the metallic jangling. In a voice which held the raspy quality of a whisper, paired with the volume to carry across a decent portion of the library, she called to her fellow library-mates. "Who wants to get out of here? I'll drive!"

_{(Snuff the Rooster)}
4. Let's Just Talk This Out!

After getting to the mall, Pearl at least had plenty to explore, but a distinct lack of answers. The mall offered so much more in terms of walking space, privacy, mindless entertainment, and company, but nothing pointing to why she was here, or what that cryptic role of hers really meant. Maybe the lack of population at the library was enough to keep her mind off the idea of being hunted down by an angry ex-partner in crime, but now that the world quite vastly opened up to a full cast of characters with... certainly explosive personalities, she felt a creeping worry at meeting any sort of wandering person. This, compounded with her existent distrust of humans in general meant she was a jumpy customer at best and a condescending, distrustful prick at worst.

Given that she still had not lost her gem biology (Thank the stars. She would simply die if she had to eat!), she could often be found wandering the mall in the dead of night, when most people should be asleep and most stores had their doors firmly shut. Her exploration involved checking each and every window, staring out into the fog yet again, and trying to glean answers of where she was from any directories, informational panels, or passerby.

But it was also nighttime when she was most jumpy. She tried to keep to places where there were at least a few other people, sleeping or otherwise, to ensure she wouldn't be jumped at alone by whatever poor soul she apparently wronged in a prior life. As she walked around the corner of some intersection of stores between an Eternally 21 and a Cold Topic, she nearly collided headfirst into a random passerby. Quick on her feet, she leaped back with an unnecessary amount of drama, lifting her hands like some stereotypical martial artist ready to pounce, complete even with "Hooah!" noises. What an embarrassment. "Who goes there!? Trying to ambush--!?" Oh. It's just another person, obviously. Pearl's hands lower and an awkward grimace pulled on her face. "Ahem. Do watch where you're going. Someone could have gotten hurt!"

[generalstudies]

"So you're an alien?" [Or... just a space human?]

"No way have we gotten far enough in space travel to have a whole other civilization out there." [But, then again, the space they were in wasn't exactly accurate either. It was further back in time. Well, things just got more complicated.]

[codominant]

[ah... a voice that seems familiar but he can't quite pin down. someone from UA? 1-B, maybe? it's the wrong energy for Monoma Neito or Tsuburaba Kosei... someone from Shiketsu or Ketsubutsu...?]

[well, either way — ]

If we're powerless, that means everyone else is too. Supply gathering, first aid, crisis response, and mediation are good places to start.

Who is this?

[mightyboy]

[It was...a more subdued reaction than Izuku had initially expected. Kacchan must have been doing some searching of his own. Which was a relief--he didn't want to get in a fight with a familiar face like this.]

Todoroki's here? [So there were others from school besides him and Kacchan.] I didn't know there were other forms of communication...that would be useful if we could all get our hands on them.

[The next few names were harder to parse through--the body-snatcher had to be Shinsou, but it took him a minute to come up with a face for a care-bear...Inasa, maybe? He and Kacchan had provisional training together, so it would make sense that he would have a nickname for him, and that didn't seem like a suitable name for Camie...

But Kacchan's attention is back on Izuku and he has...nothing to offer.] I haven't really seen anyone. This kiosk is in the middle of the mall, and there's not much foot traffic...

[He bites the inside of his lip, frustration growing. So many other people were able to walk around and gather information, able to help each other. And what could Izuku do? Just stare at hair all day. The inaction was driving him crazy. He pulls up the receipt of notes he's taken, parsing through the thoughts. In the very least, he could give Kacchan the information he does have.]

I can only take about five steps away from this kiosk in any direction before I start feeling physical repercussions. It starts in my hand and travels up my arm after about ten steps. Beyond that, my bones start to pop, so I'm worried...

[That they'll shatter again if he gets too far away. But that's besides the point.] ...well, I've talked to one girl since I've been stuck here, and she mentioned that some people seem to...disappear out of existence, or refuse to answer questions with anything beyond the same few responses, so I assume this place is filled with some sort of...placeholder AI to make it seem more populated? I don't know if that will become less so once more people wake up...

[He trails off a bit. It really seems insignificant and easily discovered if you just walked around. Frustrating.]

...that's all I know for now. I'll keep trying to ask people as they walk by to see if I can figure anything else out, but...

[a_shadow]

Not an alien.

[ Which is sort of glossing over exactly what she is but she doesn't feel like explaining about AIs work. Besides, she doesn't know what she's doing in an actual body. ]

But where I'm from, Earth started colonizing planets about 300 years ago.

[shipyards]

[Sorry, he's from a galaxy far, far away. He clears his throat for a moment, not ashamed of where he was from though he's certainly lived a darker life on his home planet.]

Corellia. I don't know what you mean by civilization-- Unless you're talking about the Galactic Empire? [In which case lets not talk about the Galactic Empire.]

[generalstudies]

[Most of the cooking equipment in the back doesn't move easy but he sort of wedges something in the gap between the back cooking area and the front serving area. It doesn't make him feel sick so, well, even if he's not doing his job as long as he stays in this place he's not fucked up. He's taking a break from moving the boxes in the way when the next message comes up.]

"I can't get the exact measurements of the doorway but..." [an estimate] "Three rolls? Four?"

"If you bring more I can share them with anyone else who gets stuck in the food court." [After all, he's not sure when the next time he'll get an errand runner will be.]

[a_shadow]

I think I mean the Galactic Empire, yeah.

Where I'm from the United Earth Government runs things.

[ She pauses a moment to consider. ]

I can't find any pattern, damn it. A lot of the people I've talked to know of Earth but space travel is barely a thing for them.

1/2

[mightyboy]

[Grumpy and mean huh...]

[codominant]

[Todoroki, as is typical, has a clinical evaluation of Yoarashi's presence. he's competent when he needs to be — hell, he's bested him more than once now. but more than that... he has the kind of uplifting spirit that others respond to. joyful, in its own right. there's no doubt in his mind he would have passed the provisionals if it hadn't been for Todoroki's presence.]

[still...]

[their mutual cooperation and teamwork is only... so-so. it takes more than compatible quirks to really accomplish something, and despite the strides in their relationship during the make-up course, Todoroki still feels no small amount of chagrin for the boy who too often looks at his face and sees his father.]

[this moment isn't one of them]

[he looks back, a muted expression of surprise on his face, gears behind mismatched eyes turning the plot over... and then he nods, drawing his hand back to refasten the watch]

Alright. [assigned roles, their "rivalry", the whole situation aside — Yoarashi Inasa is a trustworthy person]

I'll start the timer as soon as we open the door. [he stands, brushes the back of his jeans off, and rolls up a sleeve; it's safer, sturdier for him to grip his skin when clothing can so easily shred or slip off]

[one hand on the door and the other half-offered to Yoarashi, elbow and forearm first, he glances back]

Ready?

2/2

[mightyboy]

[...it seems he has found a kindred spirit.]

They sound a bit like my friend...

[At least he has some first hand experience dealing with people like that, so he wasn't too worried about encountering them.]

If I see them, I'll let them know you're looking for them, don't worry!

[noblebeast]

[ Bakugou has exploited chinks in his opponents armor by gleaning bits of information on their quirk. So, if he thinks, he’s about to discuss the current weak points of his quirk, he’s even stupider than he sounds.

Fortunately, he ignores him in favor of staking the place out. Care-bear was so loud he had to assume anyone nearby knew their position by now. Once he’s fairly sure they’re not being watched he focuses his attention back to him. ]

If you’re bitching about not having powers, then you might as well toss out that provisonary license right now. A hero who can’t do anything without their power doesn’t deserve the title.