I think this is the best day of my life.





...

Does anyone want salmon?

Edit: Remember to stay off the beach.

[There is a very confused-looking blue-grey cat staring into the camera. It's quiet a few moments, before it talks.]

I don't know what I am! It's some kind of animal but it's not one I know! What is this strange thi -

[omg tail. Ryu bats at it for a few moments before speaking again.]

Um. Y-yeah. I don't know what I am!

[His ears flatten against his head, and he droops a bit.]

I still want fish though...

[He bats at the screen for a few moments until he manages to turn the video off.]

Who: Jack Frost and YOU.
What: Pretty doodles on your windows and wave-skating and whatever else sounds fun.
Where: Begins anywhere on New Moore, ends at the beach.
When: Throughout today, but mainly during the evening.
Warnings: Tread carefully on the beach? Other than that, nothing.

[A light snowfall follows Jack wherever he goes. The soft flakes often melt before they even reach the ground, as he wanders too often for them to stick to the ground. Not that they would for very long if he did. He stops at a few windows, many belonging to people he knows, but a few at random as well, frost taking on the shapes of fairies that look less like the cartoons or other people, sharing happy moments and wonder, a few of looming figures and cliffs. He tries to not stick around long enough to be noticed, fleeing up onto the next story or running around the corner. Eventually, closer to evening, he stops at the shore of the beach. It wasn't intentional, totally not intentional. Oh well. Now that he's here, he freezes the water at his feet into ice and then creates a trail of ice as he skates up on the waves, freezing them in time for as long as he remains there and letting out a loud yell of pure, raw joy. He leaps in the air and spins, as if he's done this all his life, aiming his staff to create chaotic, jagged frozen patterns in the sand nearby. He doesn't know how long he stays there, losing track of the hours as the stars appear, but he'll be there for a while.]

I have a question.

Are doppelgangers a real thing? I mean

Not like shadows of yourself or anything. I met something like that once and it was different. [also it kicked his butt at first probably maybe. and then it split into several at once. on a pirate ship. that was a weird afternoon.]

I mean like a totally different person that happens to look just like you. I guess that's not really a doppelganger, though...

But is that a thing here?

Oh, and hi! I'm Sora.

Fictional. Ah, yes. As if I've not heard that one before in the past, oh, I don't know, two thousand years, give or take? Hardly a new thing to tell the Boogeyman. Oh, you're not real. I'm not scared of you!

[ The last bit drops down into a furious snarl. Then Pitch regains his composure and is all smiles again. ]

Funny, this ... little bit of technology. Letting us poor, sad, fictional people get acquainted with what it's like to be real. I suppose that means you all can see me. [ His voice drips bitterness. ] Well. I can't fault the situation for its convenience.

If there are any Guardians here, you'd best make yourselves known now. So we can all yell and scream about what a horrible bad guy I am and all the trouble I'm going to cause. [ Twirls a hand. ] Get it out of the way.

And then, well, I guess I could introduce myself. My name is Pitch. Pitch Black. And, yes, before you ask. I am the Boogeyman. [ Wiggles his fingers at the camera, grinning. ]

Boo.

How do you use one of these? Is this- Right there? Hi. Hello. Oh, this is kind of fun. Nowhere near as fun as flossing or like Jack kind of fun but video broadcasting has an appeal here. Haha. Anywhooo there are more than 3,936 of you that are not where you're supposed to be, give or take a few hundreds with this influx. So many. I don't know what I'm supposed to do with this and then there's the issue of non-human teeth and then probably way more than half aren't even going to see anything here- Why are there so many adults? They don't have anything for me and I am definitely not collecting wisdom teeth, which are unnecessary to pull a lot of the time. Dentists. Honestly. Gotta love them but oh how some of them just enjoy literally pulling teeth and but -what was I saying?

Oh right. Fictional me. Is there a rule exception here and it was just those last guys or are we all acting like a big killjoy and pretending everything isn't real?

Ah...

This is new.

Everyone, I can't wait to hear the voices of your Pokemon!

[The first sound is of someone clearing his throat -- and it comes from every smartphone on the island as they all switch on.]

Mass broadcast function, okay, here goes. Good phone design, by the way, very intuitive. Especially the overrides.

[The volume scales up for a moment, until it echoes off building faces.]

If I could have everybody's attention for just a minute -

[Volume back to normal.]

Why is there a big building in the middle of town with my name on it? Usually I sign papers for those. Maybe draw up plans... the point is, I should have heard about it, and I didn't. Where am I now, Hong Kong? This looks like Lantau Island. Lantau Island? Everybody from Lantau Island, hands in the air.

Okay, now put your hands down and let me know where I am. I can't see you, I'm broadcasting.

Who: Thor and you!
When: Probably around the same time as Loki's intro.
Where: Near the other Thor craters, but you might see Thor before that.
What: Arriving. Causing storms. Making craters.

( when thunder rolls )

How quaint. You mean to attack my identity? I'll grant it is very unique. I'm surprised you were capable of such creativity. As I said your approach is very . . . quaint. I would consider myself impressed except you failed to follow up your own statement, which means that is your limitation. Among your many, I'm sure.

Now, let's try my approach, shall we? Either one of you explain my presence here or I will start my own attacks. And I always follow them up with something concrete.

So maybe being the receptionist for the Avengers isn't really exciting. Who cares?

I get free food, that is what matters here.

[So there is a very worried looking young man staring at the camera. They said other people could see him with this. That he can just talk and they'd see it. It's still strange to him, but he's supposed to deal with being told he's a 'fictional', right? Right. So after a few long moments, Ryu speaks.]

Um... I'm Ryu... I'm new here, I guess... uh...

[He shakes his head. This is too hard to take in.]

I don't understand any of this. How could I not be real? I just need to get home. I need to find him. I need to go back.

[No one's here that he knows. He'd asked.]

I don't know what to do...

[... He's not sure what else to say, so he reaches over and turns the video off.]

Who: Sora and you!
What: Like, is any of this for real? Sora emerges from the hospital, a bit dazed and confused and trying to figure out what sort of dream world he's stumbled onto. Or if it's even a dream.
When: Sunday afternoon.
Where: Immediate area surrounding the hospital and probably other areas as Sora wanders!
Warnings: None yet!

( yes it's real dude )