Welcome to the game! From now on, it's RP time. All OOC comments in brackets.

You all find yourself standing at Kirby Plaza. It's just you here. Why? Well it's all because of the letter. You found it in your pocket adressed individually to each of you. You have no clue as to why you came here, but you did. You just felt, to say the least, compelled to do so. You now stand around looking at each other.


(Go on, read your letters. I DARE you!)

OOC: Have we already read the letter previously?

Andrew pulls out the folded paper in his pocket and opens it

Damien looked around the Plaza, and saw what he assumed to be the others. He ran up to them and stoppped next to a dark haired tall guy. Suddenly, shadows appeared out of nowhere and enveloped him, causing him to vanish. He reappeared in another shadow on the other side of the group, next to a blond dude who was a little taller than him. It than began to rain. Damien, completely confused about what was going on, stumbled towards the third person, who seemed very likable. The rain suddenly stopped as all the women in the plaza began looking at him as though he had seduced them.

He looked at the others and said "What the fuck are you guys doing?"

(OOC: Ok, yes you have read the letters and M4sked, you can't create rain. Ask the people who you absorbed you powers from what you can do with them. Also It's about 20:00)

Andrew opens his letter for a second glance. It reads:

"Hello, Andrew. I am a mutual friend that needs your help. You stand at the place where a major event happened. I'm sure you heard about it over the News. This event is what spurred you to come here, I'm sure. You and all the others you see here have similar gifts to you. They can all manipulate something, like you. Go to Dixie's Bar in Texas, and you will find another letter. Do not lose the letters or all will be lost."

Your next action?

Andrew looked up from the letter, noticing a group of women staring in his direction.[i]

Thats odd....I don't feel like I'm...

[i]He then noticed that the girls weren't staring at him, they were staring at the short kid with spiky hair who had appeared out of nowhere next to him. He sure as hell wasn't doing it...He collected himself and saw two more people nearby. The younger one was average height with wavy blonde hair who had a cool appearance to him. He had an athletic build and looked like he didn't really belong here. The other person was slightly taller and for some reason struck Andrew as dark. Not as in unlikeable, but as in mysterious. It was the eyes that did it.

To no one in particular

This feels wrong, somehow....

(OOC - Sorry. Suresh's website said that I could make it rain. CORRECTION: Instead of making rain, I accidentally gather moisture around my body, causing me to slip and fall towards Andrew, causing me to absorb and activate his power.)

"You're telling me," Damien said to Andrew, looking at the letter he was holding. "You got one too, huh? I'm Damien, by the way." He looked at the women, noticing how they were eying him. "Does anyone know why they're doing that?" he said as he took out his letter, opened it, and began to read.

Andrew grinned

I'd say it had something to do with me....I have that sort of effect on women. Of course, I've never had it happen that quickly or that effectively before...I wonder if it was unconcious....

Andrew left the spiky-haired kid and decided to try to work his charm on the women who had stopped to gawk

Cranston walked around the plaza taking in the site. He brushed up against spiky-haired guy and noticed that he too had a letter

"Hey man," said Cranston, "You got one of these, too. Any idea what this is all about?"

"Absolutly no idea," Damien said as he read his letter.

(OOC: I will presume you want to know what is on your letter, m4sked?)

Damien opened his letter, just for a quick glance. It read:

"Hey Damien. You'll probaably be wondering why you, and all the other guys are here. Well, It's simple. You gotta stop a big event from happening. Why? Because if you don't, bad crap happens. Keep this and any other letters you and the others find. They'll help. Also, give my best wishes to the waitress at the Dixie's Bar in Texas. You'll need to go there anyway so, you might as well. Also, try not to be a git to Andrew. You'll need his help AND he can help you in, shall we say, one of your endevours"

You feel puzzeled.

Cranston peeks at Damien's letter, after giving a suppressed laugh he begins to read his own letter.

"Who's Andrew?"

(Hagis, Your letter:)

Hagis opens his letter with a casual flick. It reads:

"Hello, Cranston. You are going to Dixie's in Texas. Whether you want to or not. I can't make you, but I would go. I know you have control over your powers, but you are limited in your use of them. Just go to dixies, read my next letter and I'll explain.

You feel confident.

Cranston grinned and turned to spiky-haired guy.

"My names Kent Cranston." He held out his hand "Whats yours?"

After chatting up the ladies for a few minutes, he moved back towards the group. Flirting with women was fun, but the news in this letter seemed to be important. Nevermind that the writer of the letter never gave his name nor was he straightforward. As he moved back towards the small cluster of people, who according to the letter had powers similar to his, he heard one of them introduce themselves.

Kent, is it? I'm Andrew. Andrew Tosh.

Are any of you planning on going on this little scavenger hunt?

(Ok, all we need is Honary Hitchhiker to post. If he does not, 1 of 2 things will happen:

1: I'll take over his character
Or
2: I'll make a new character and play as him.

So, hitchhiker, I find your lack of posts disturbing)