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Interested, the crowd murmured in response and looked to each other for an answer that would not come. No one knew of Doom’s intention to leak the list. Alexis was an excellent advisor, one he trusted minimally, but she was interested in protecting their heroes unlike Doom. Alexis had not personally experienced what a nuance superheroes truly were. “Without honesty, we will not survive our isolation,” he began. “New York needs to work closely in order for our community to thrive. We have no communication with Earth, with our friends, our allies, and that is a threat that I take seriously. Our primary means of defence is our superheroes, and while many have agreed to aid me and signed the list, many have not. Currently, I intend to take the only realistic step I can to change that.” His voice turned sorrowful and he paused, allowing the emotion to settle. It was all falsified, but to the public, it would look realistic. “I am truly, deeply sorry to do this, but I have no choice. I have been waiting patiently, but I refuse to risk any more of my public’s lives.” Doom raised his hand in silent command and suddenly, a list appeared on the wall behind him.

The crowd started loudly speaking, debating what had been revealed. On the broadcast behind Doom was the list of the superhero that had signed, though the details of their powers were not present. In order to clarify, Doom raised his hand and silence once again settled on the crowd. “This is the list of incredible, brave heroes that have agreed to list their powers with me, thus keeping us as a public safe. These individuals are incredible and I will be rewarding them accordingly once it’s possible. Those that have not are leaving New York City in danger, the Daily Bugle is correct in that assessment, and I hope that hearing the emotional pleas from myself and public will sway their judgment.” Of course Doom didn’t count on the superheroes changing their mind, they were a pigheaded bunch, but it would make his primary enemies obvious. “Thank you to all that have supported my list and my attempts to keep our city safe and working closely with me to do so. Please help me in convincing the others this is a necessary thing,” he said, his voice heavy with emotion still. “I love you all and from here on in, I have every intention of being more forthcoming. Goodnight New York, please continue to enjoy the party.” As Doom finished, he smiled once again at the civilians and then quietly left.

Once he rounded the corner away from the stage, Alexis cornered him, demanding, “What have you done?” As he suspected, she was angry about the situation.

“What is necessary,” he replied, moving past her easily. From Doom’s perspective, it was the only reasonable course of action, and it would guarantee his success.

What’s happened:

Doom has made the list of superheroes public, implying that they’re working closely with him in the process

Doom has promised to be honest going into the future in an attempt to help the public

After the sudden release of the list, things between Doom and Alexis Chamberlain are far more heated

Prompts:

Despite having a fairly public identity, Character A made the decision not to list their powers. When someone in the crowd recognizes them, the terrified public turns on them and Character B must help them escape.

Character A, a listed hero, is disgusted by the leaking of the list. They set out to find Doom and confront him while Character B struggles to talk them down.

The outraged public begins to get rowdy, and Characters A and B take it upon themselves to attempt to quell the crowd’s fears.

Intent on doing damage control, Character A asks Character B for help in deciding what should be done regarding the list’s leak.

Character A, previously unlisted, makes the decision to list their abilities in order to save themselves from the fallout. They ask Character B, who is already listed, to assist them.

Due to the chaos, Character A makes the decision to leave the party and attempts to convince Character B to join them. Character B wants to stay and assist with the fallout, leading to an argument.

Away from Alexis’s prying eyes and Abraxas’s foolish questions, Doom performed the necessary spell, summoning various resources to fill the empty plains of Battleworld. Wisely, he placed the majority where the demons were thickest, as if guarding the natural resources. He provided farmland, water, areas to mine, everything that would ensure Battleworld and its citizens would thrive.

The last step in his plan was to send a small military unit, ones that Doom had been publicly spotted with, allowing the media to paint a very friendly picture, out into the ‘empty’ abyss. His soldiers were not frightened but resolute and the map Doom had provided lead them near a small area where resources had been manifested, but subtle as to not rouse suspicion. If word got out, the heroes would insist on investigating, noble and curious as they were.

Three days later, three soldiers returned alive, albeit beaten, looking victorious. Alexis immediately allowed them to enter Doom’s figurative oval office, hidden away in the Empire State Building. Breathless, General Ford said, “Sir, we have found the resources we need.”

A long discussion debating the merits of sending their own personnel ensued, though Doom knew what the resolution would be. The demons were deadly enemies, wasting away men on entering Battleworld’s unpredictable terrain was futile, and that meant calling on heroes. That was yet another display of his power, proving to the public that he could build a long lasting relationship with heroes. It was what the majority of New Yorkers needed to witness, particularly after their city had been saved from Skrulls by the heroes.

Once the discussion was finished, Doom called Alexis to begin an emergency broadcast, and thirty minutes later, Doom was addressing his small nation. “Citizens of New York City,” he said with a rare smile. “Tonight, I come bearing only good news. As I promised, with the help of my incredible militia, we have found resources outside of our city. The terrain is dangerous, the demons are guarding it, but it will be our salvation. There’s farmland, there’s water, and there is mining should we need it. Not only that, but there is land we can grow more upon. However, as I said, it is dangerous. I don’t have the man or firepower to personally retrieve everything that we will need to thrive.” He paused, taking a deep breath. “Because of that, I call upon our city’s great heroes. I ask for their bravery and their powers to help New York City not only survive, but thrive. We will need them to bring supplies forward and we will need them to guard our future farmers and miners.” A round of applause sounded in the small audience Alexis had gathered and Doom held a hand out to pause. “Please, any powered people listening, aid us in our time of need. We can’t do this without you. Thank you and goodnight, New York! If you have any questions, I will be mingling with the people to celebrate tonight.”

Proud of the impromptu speech he had given, Doom stepped off the podium and in the crowd to mingle with the public. The crowd was electric, gathering around him as they asked questions about whether their heroes would follow through. It was exactly as Doom had planned.

In the crowd, J. Jonah Jameson stepped onto a table, demanding attention, and as the reporter spoke, Doom couldn’t help but smile. “Our heroes need need to be list with Doom in order to help us. If our government doesn’t know their powers, how can we possibly work together? There’s elementals to help us garden, there’s people like Spider-Man that would be happy to defend us, and it is time they stop avoiding President Doom! We have to help each other, dammit.” J. Jonah Jameson paused for a moment before continuing, “President Doom isn’t demanding they step forward, and he isn’t demanding to know their identities! This is a man that can be trusted.”

A loud choruses of yeses resounded in response, music to Doom’s ears.

Already the public was turning on heroes and forcing them to trust Doom, he mused, pleased. Yes, before long Battleworld would completely be Doom’s own, as he had intended.

WHAT’S HAPPENED:

President Doom, aware that citizens were panicked about resources, used a spell in order to create areas on the outskirts of the city with water, farmland, food, mines, etc.

Following that, President Doom then sent his men out into the abyss, knowing that they would be able to find him and that the public would credit the President with ‘saving’ them.

President Doom addressed the public, informing them about the incredible development, and then called the heroes to action, begging them to help him save New York City and allow their city to thrive.

J. Jonah Jameson is now rallying the public, trying to force heroes to work closely with President Doom and list their powers. The public unfortunately agrees with J. Jonah Jameson’s analysis of the situation, turning citizens against the heroes who are not aiding the President’s efforts properly.

PROMPTS:

Moved by Doom’s call to action or pressured by J. Jonah Jameson’s demands, Character A makes the decision to list their powers with Doom. They approach Character B, who has already listed their abilities, and ask them for help.

If Character A wasn’t suspicious of Doom before, the sudden abundance of resources has certainly raised their suspicions now. Intent on finding out what exactly is going on, they enlist Character B to accompany them out into the wasteland in hopes of finding answers.

Grateful towards Doom for risking his own men to retrieve resources, Character A’s suspicions have softened. Character B, on the other hand, is more on edge than ever. Each character attempts to convince the other that their opinion of Doom is the right one.

Character A is an unlisted hero. When the public turns on them and attempts to attack them, they’re forced to flee as they cannot fight civilians. They wind up at Character B’s door, desperate for a place to lay low.

After Doom’s address, Character A decides to rise to the occasion and venture out into the abyss in hopes of retrieving more resources. Character B accompanies them, and the two experience the parts of the wasteland that no one else has been to before.

Suspicious of the convenience of Doom’s find, Character A asks Character B to assist them in speaking to -- or interrogating -- one of Doom’s soldiers.

Immediately, several reporters began asking questions, and Victor gestured to one of them, allowing the woman to speak. “How do you intend to go about the rebuild now?”

The question was of little surprise. Unfortunately, New Yorkers were not thinking about the bigger picture. Selfish pursuits were unanimous among people, himself included until he realized his destiny in the design of Battleworld. “I have coordinated efforts personally with the CEO of Stark Industries, Pepper Potts. From here on in, she will be handling New York’s reconstruction and I will be working to ensure we are never attacked in this way again.”

As the woman stepped back, pleased with President Doom’s response, he called upon the next reporter. “President Doom, why have some some buildings and street signs been changed in our city?”

Now that question did surprise him. Victor truly believed that his citizens were oblivious to the subtle shift in ‘New York,’ though evidently, he had been wrong. Seemingly unfazed, he answered, “We have noticed the shift and we believe that the Skrulls are responsible for it, as they altered powers across the city. It is a matter that I have my best staff looking into.”

Once again, the reporters began shouting their questions, all relating the change. “That is all I will answer on this topic,” Victor said coldly.

As they once again lapsed into silence, Victor continued answering boring questions, reassuring the public that they were safe, that legislation would protect them which was laughable. Battleworld was undiscovered, but it was no longer a democracy like the United States of America.

As the press conference ended, Victor returned to the Empire State Building, his new political office. Luckily, the spell had no one questioning that particular change, but he believed that he deserved to run Battleworld in luxury. He had worked tirelessly in order to accomplish his rule.

Victor was not a foolish man. His plans had thousands of steps involved, and he had backups if those didn’t succeed. Despite being cautiously optimistic his brainwash would be flawless, he realized that it was highly unlikely. Bringing forth an advanced Doombot, Victor said, “Begin Operation Reckoning.” It was a codeword he had programmed into the bots’ mind, and he watched as it soared across Battleworld’s landscape, seeking what was on the outskirts.

Hours later, from his seat in the Empire State Building, Victor observed as the demons began flying over Battleworld. New Yorkers were preoccupied with the subtle changes to their city, accustomed to New York’s charm. With the demons infiltrating, they would no longer notice those.

The demons were under no strict orders to attack. Quite the opposite, Victor had ensured that the demons would only cause terror, and if attacked by wretched heroes, respond accordingly. He wanted Battleworld to be perfect, a city entirely ruled by him, and the demons were the guards that would ensure his vision was actualized. Every great ruler needed a secret security force, history had taught him that much.

WHAT HAS HAPPENED:

President Doom held a press conference where he answered the public’s burning questions, assuring them that ‘New York’ was in the process of being rebuilt.

After reports began questioning him about the changes throughout the city, President Doom gave an easy lie, blaming it on the Skrulls, and immediately shut down any further line of questioning.

After the press conference ended, Doctor Doom brought forth his ‘secret security force’ which are demons living on the outskirts of Battleworld. There are hundreds of these, and while they are not yet ordered to destroy or kill, they are ordered keep the public from questioning Battleworld any further and to ensure obedience.

If provoked, the demons will attack and they are vicious.

PROMPTS:

Person A was at the press conference and noticed President Doom’s brief anger during the line of questioning about New York’s changes. While explaining the peculiar reaction to Person B, a demon arrives, confirming Person A’s suspicions that something is not quite right in New York.

Person A and Person B are superheroes. Their job is to protect the world, and while the demons may not be attacking, they realize what a serious threat this could be become. Setting out to discover more about the demons, they quickly realize that while they’re largely harmless, the demons can be provoked.

Person A knows something is wrong. They realize that the line of questioning about New York’s sudden changes was purposeful and that the demons’ appearance is no coincidence. With all that in mind, they recruit Person B to begin a citywide search for proof that New York is different, and the Skrulls are not behind it.

Person A has some experience with Doctor Doom. They realize that a super villain is now leading their country, and while no one else seems to be questioning that, they are. After explaining this to Person B, the two of them attempt to find Doctor Doom’s long history of horrifying attacks, and come up empty. This could lead to a full scale investigation on President Doom!

And their efforts were not in vain. The Skrulls among them were revealed and dealt with -- from foot soldiers to Queen Veranke herself. While the Skrulls battle-cry of ‘He loves us!’ continued long into the night, the tides slowly turned in favor of the planet Earth.

Sometime just before midnight, a loud scream tore through the air, and all eyes turned upward. The Skrull ship was coming down. The area already evacuated and the heroes energy spent, the citizens of New York could do little but watch as the massive ship fell from the sky, and smashed into several skyscrapers on the way down. Smoke billowed up from the crash sight. It was a horrifying display, terrible to see. But heroes and citizens alike gazed at the ruined ship and knew.

They had won.

Those gathered in the streets went silent, until someone let loose a single cry of joy. Then the cheering began, the hugging, the weeping, the collapsing from exhaustion. Every hero had fought so bravely, had bled not just for the city they called home, but for the planet as a whole. Friends turned to one another and embraced, lovers kissed, and many simply dropped where they stood, sitting among the rubble of the ship and marveling at their victory.

But it was short-lived.

A deep, booming voice rumbled through the entire city. It seemed to shake the very foundations of every building, rattled the bones of everyone who heard it.

“Your troubles are not over,” the voice announced, with an air of dread and low, throaty chuckle. “They are just beginning.”

People clung to one another, closed their eyes tightly, and waited. Was this some final trick of the Skrulls? Were they about to be utterly annihilated? But then --

Nothing happened. The mothership was still smoking in the center of the city. The Skrulls were still dead. The city was bruised and battered, but still standing. What then, had that mysterious voice meant? And who did it belong to?

Only a select few recognized that voice. Dr. Doom, they whispered among each other. But to avoid panic, the heroes of Earth picked themselves up once more, and began to clean up the mess the war had left behind.

Whatever Dr. Doom’s eerie prophecy contained… they were sure to find out soon enough.

Doom chuckled to himself as his transmission faded out. The pitiful heroes of the city did not yet understand -- did not yet sense the change that already had taken hold of their world. But they would soon come to realize precisely what had happened. That their world did not belong to them, or to the foolish Skrull race. It belonged to him. This was his universe. He would announce himself as their leader, their president, when the time was right. Until then, the entire city of New York would rest in this place, this pocket universe he had dubbed ‘Battleworld’ for his own amusement. And things would never, ever be the same. 

WHAT’S HAPPENED:

The Skrull war is over and won! Remaining Skrulls have either been imprisoned or killed, and the mothership crashed into the center of New York. There will be extensive damages, but the casualties were not nearly as high as they could have been.

There’s much to rejoice -- but much to fear. Dr. Doom’s voice rang out over the crowd, and announced that the troubles plaguing the city were far from over. Unknown to any, Dr. Doom has transported the city of New York to a pocket universe, cutting them off from the rest of not only their universe, but any other universe. Our heroes are trapped in this strange place called Battleworld, though they don’t yet realize it. 

The New Panel is in shambles following the Skrull War. With Bobbi Morse in Europe and Jessica Drew revealed to have long been a Skrull manipulating things from the inside, the public trust in heroes is a little shaky, despite their victory.

PROMPTS:

Your character can assist in the clean up/rebuilding of the city, but they will not be allowed outside city limits at this time, nor any contact with anyone outside of New York City. Details to come soon.

If your character feasibly could be reasoned to recognize Dr. Doom’s voice, they may band together with other heroes in order to investigate what he might be up to. Please contact the main with any specific thread ideas!

Any character who was registered or associated with the Panel, old or new, will be under a great deal of scrutiny. The age old question of ‘can heroes be trusted’ is asked once more by The Bugle and the city at large -- how is your character affected and how will they deal with these ramifications?

Barry Allen (Flash) — superspeed (including lightning generation, increased metabolism, superhuman reflexes, strength, and improved thermal homeostasis), speed force connection & Lobo — super strength, enhanced durability and immortality

Bruce Banner (Hulk) — ability to change into the Hulk & T’Challa Udaku (Black Panther)  — enhanced speed/strength/stamina/durability

Bo Dawson — super-strength & Damian Wayne (Robin) — powerless

Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier) — super soldier &  Felicia Hardy (Black Cat) — tychokinesis (bad luck magic)

Carol Danvers (Captain Marvel) — flight, energy blasts, super strength & Sharon Carter (Agent 13) — powerless

Charlie Webb — powerless & Koriand’r (Starfire) — Tamaran physiology (ability to absorb radiation, gains flight and energy blasts from this)

Cindy Moon (Silk) — super strength, spider senses, wall crawling & Tony Stark (Iron Man) — powerless

Clint Barton (Hawkeye) — powerless & Pietro Maximoff (Quicksilver) — superspeed (including force generation, increased metabolism, superhuman reflexes, strength, and improved thermal homeostasis)

Daisy Johnson (Quake) — seismic manipulation & MJ Watson (Spinneret) — powerless

Diana Prince (Wonder Woman) — flight, super strength, accelerated healing factor & Gwen Stacy (Spider-Woman) — super strength, spider senses, wall crawling

Eddie Bloomberg (Kid Devil) — altered physical appearance, fire breathing, enhanced healing, ability to open portals & Kate Bishop (Hawkeye) — powerless

Emma Frost (White Queen) — telepathy& M’gann M’orzz (Miss Martian) — super strength, invincibility, flight, regeneration

Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto) — metal manipulation & Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow) — powerless

Jessica Jones — super strength & Loki Laufeyson — enhanced speed and strength, shapeshifting and astral projection

Johnny Storm (Human Torch) — fire kinesis & Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch) — telepathy, telekinesis, chaos magic

Jean Grey (Marvel Girl) — telepathy and telekinesis & Kara Danvers (Supergirl) — Kryptonian physiology (super-strength, super speed, flight, invulnerability, heat vision, freeze breath)

Lorna Dane (Polaris) — metal manipulation & John Constantine — powerless with some knowledge of the occult

Matt Murdock (Daredevil) — enhanced senses (lie detection) & Peter Parker (Spider-Man) — super strength, spider senses, wall crawling

Sam Wilson (Falcon) — powerless & Susan Storm (Invisible Woman) — ability to turn invisible, create force fields

Steve Rogers (Captain America) — super soldier & Ororo Munroe (Storm) — weather manipulation

INFO:

Now that everyone’s got their pairings, you have until Saturday 12 PM PST to plot and then the event officially begins! At that time, you can post all of your threads about the event, including open starters and closed ones.

We encourage all members to plot with both their partner with their characters reacting to the swap, and realizing who they’ve swapped with, and their friends/family/strangers to build upon existing connections and form new ones!

Below you can find some prompts for the event, and as always, we’re here if anyone has any questions.

PROMPTS:

Character A, who’s grown used to their abilities, suddenly finds themselves entirely powerless. Because they swapped with someone without any obvious abilities, the only way to find who has their powers is to look for someone actively displaying signs of their abilities. This will make it especially hard to find Character B if the abilities aren’t something that’s immediately obvious!

Character A and Character B have swapped powers. Whether they knew each other prior to the exchange or not, they find themselves stuck together now as they attempt to help each other navigate their newfound abilities and look for a way to swap back.

Finding themselves either with an entirely new powerset that they don’t know how to control or a set of powers that is not their own, Character A is completely unprepared when they are attacked. (The attacker can be an old enemy, a HYDRA agent, an angry civilian, etc., but please contact the main if you want to involve the Skrulls in any way!) They must learn to either fight without the powers they’ve grown to rely on or use the powers they currently have to diffuse the situation and make it out alive and unharmed.

Convinced that Character B has somehow stolen their powers with ill-intent, Character A reacts brashly and attempts to start a fight. However, doing so without their own abilities can be difficult, and it’s never going to go well. Whether Character B reacts with level-headedness or jumps into the fight is entirely up to you!

After losing their powers, Character A panics. They have little interest in finding out why their powers were swapped, they just want them back. It’s up to Character B to calm them down.

When the swap happens, some people notice instantaneously; others take a little longer to figure it out. Character A, for whatever reason, doesn’t realize their powers are gone or swapped until after they leave the event. This makes it harder to find out who has their powers or whose they’ve received, and they enlist Character B’s help in solving the mystery.

Chaos will naturally ensue when people find themselves with entirely different powers than they’re used to. Characters A and B are in a section of the crowd where the panic breaks out quickly -- maybe someone has suddenly found themselves with violent abilities they can’t control, or someone’s entire appearance has been changed by their swap -- and they have to band together in order to escape the chaos of the crowd unharmed.

Character A suddenly finds themselves more powerful than they’ve ever been in the past. Maybe they didn’t have powers before, maybe theirs just weren’t as intense as the ones they’ve found themselves with now, but the switch is obvious and incredible. They don’t want the switch to be temporary, and they decide to figure out exactly how it happened if only to keep their new abilities for themselves. Character B can either attempt to help them or stop them entirely.

Ten minutes later, the two women stood side by side at the podium that had been erected outside their building. Jessica Drew stood stoically, Bobbi Morse held a simple, single sheet of paper in her fingers. None could tell, but her hands were trembling ever so slightly. 

The press had been called, and surrounded the podium. But the respect (and a healthy dose of fear) kept them deadly silent. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Bobbi picked up her head.

“My name is Barbara Morse,” she said, eyes on the camera in front of her, not the paper in her hands. “I am one of the leaders of the New Panel. For the past several months, our team has sought to promote peace and cooperation with every person in this city. We have faced and foiled several threats, some more notable than others.” Her voice grew dark at these words. She clenched her jaw imperceptibly, and continued. “I have had the pleasure and privilege of serving with two of the strongest, most courageous women I know on this earth. Jessica Drew.” Here, she nodded to her colleague. Jessica returned the nod, her eyes never leaving the camera. “And Maria Hill.” A pause, poignant, full of tension, though none could guess at what was about to break. “Two days ago, Maria Hill, former head of SHIELD, was found dead in her home.”

A collective murmur broke out amongst the crowd. Bobbi held up a hand, and waited for silence before she continued. “Her death was highly suspicious. Maria Hill was a capable field agent, and had proven herself in battle time and time again. While the exact causes are still unclear, we have determined that her own weapon was used to kill her.” Her eyes were dry, stubbornly so. “Her wounds were not self-inflicted. I want to end those rumors before they begin. We will be investigating her death with the full force of the New Panel, working in cooperation with the NYPD. But I’m not here to comment on that, as the investigation is still underway.” 

She took a deep breath, steadying her hands on the podium. “Instead,” she said, her voice suddenly softer. It would be almost easy to miss if you didn’t know the woman. “We want to invite everyone – friends, family, everyone in the city, for she’s saved this city more times than I can count, and I did try – to come join us. We will be hosting a candlelight vigil in Times Square tonight, in memory of Maria Hill. So many of her deeds went unnoticed, so many of her missions will never be talked about, but her memory will not be forgotten. Please, join us.”

She stepped back, clutching the paper tightly. Jessica Drew nodded once to her, then leaned over the microphone. “Times Square. 7pm. That is all, thank you.” The reporters shouted questions and cameras flashed, but the two women paid them no heed.

They simply strode back into their building, and got back to work.

Times Square was packed. Filled to the brim. With the chill in the air, and the screens illuminating a sea of faces, it felt like New Years Eve.

But this was no celebration. 

One by one, the screens dimmed to black. A simple sentence appeared on each one. Maria Hill. 1982-2017. 

Lighters and plain white candles, with makeshift dixie cup holders, were passed around. Some had brought their own candles, clutched them close. A multitude of fiery, flickering lights shone around the square. It was equally breathtaking and heartbreaking. 

People began raising their candles high. Some were crying, even if they hadn’t known the woman. The loss felt monumental. Fear was thick in the air as well. If the Panel itself wasn’t safe, were any of them?

The answer to that question became readily apparent when the first screen began to flicker. It was when one of them winked out completely that the crowd took notice. Murmurs as to the cause spread through the crowd. Some were irritated, how could the electricity fail at a time like this? It felt like salt in the wound.

And then the ship materialized.

Screams tore through the crowd. Many had not seen a Skrull ship before, but they could all guess as to who was inside. “Citizens of New York,” called a guttural voice, distorted by the amplification. Candles fell to the ground as people clutched at their ears. A deep, rumbling laugh roared over the square.

“You make this too easy on us.”

People were screaming, crying, already trying to run. It made no difference.

A huge flash of green light spread throughout the city. It was like lightning, for a second, everything was so bright that it seemed like the middle of the day. Panic hit the square hard. Some fainted. Sirens began screaming through the air, for what good it would do.

And the superpowered among them immediately felt the shock. Even some of those who did not have powers felt with certainty that something wrong had just happened with that flash. But the ship had not moved. Some stood stock still, frozen in fear. Waiting to hear what else they would say.

“Enjoy our little… experiment,” the voice called. With that, the ship vanished, seemingly into thin air. The screens around Times Square immediately went haywire, a flash of images and static.

People began running, desperate to get home, desperate to escape whatever this ‘experiment’ was. But it was already too late.

Inside the Skrull mothership, the Skrull commander leaned back in their seat.

“That should occupy the foolish denizens of this world for some time,” he murmured. The atmosphere here could not have been more different than the planet below.

“Well done!”

“The Skrull will be victorious!”

“First Earth – then the Kree will fall!”

Various victory calls and battlecries tore through the ship. They had much to celebrate after all. This little diversion, an experiment they had intended for some time, would accomplish much. The least of which, to draw attention away from their chief operative, Veranke.

“It is unfortunate that our plans had to be rushed,” the leader said to the underling at his side. “But now we will be able to gather more data on the enhancements of these Earthlings.” Their gaze was fixed on the blue marble of the planet on his screen. “Let us see how they deal with the power swap,” they said, a grim expression on their face. It might have been joy, or at least curiosity. “It will be very telling.”

WHAT’S HAPPENED: 

 Maria Hill has been found dead in her apartment, shot with her own gun. It is considered a murder, but the killer is still at large. More details in this chatzy.

A candlelight vigil was held in Times Square in her memory. Many gathered (your character may or may not have been among them.)

During the vigil, the Skrulls appeared. A flash of green light encased the entire city. This light was a Skrull beam that swapped powers between superpowered people. Non-powered individuals may have been affected as well. If you so choose, you can message the main and include your character (powered or not). We will enter them into a randomizer and swap their powers with another character. Some characters will be rendered entirely powerless. Some will be dealing with an entirely different power than they’re used to. 

The power swap will last until we say otherwise. Please keep this in mind for threads set after this plot drop.

HOW TO PARTICIPATE:

Like our event a few months ago, this is a plot drop where we pair your characters. We’ll be using a randomizer, and they will be groups of two.

Your character may have an entirely different power or they may be powerless! The randomizer is choosing, though as the time allotted for plotting begins, we will be posting prompts.

Please keep in mind that it’s powers that are swapping, not technology! (For example, if your character got paired with Tony Stark, they would be powerless. They would not have access to the suit.)

All you need to is send an ask to say that you will be participating, and if you’re playing multiple characters, which ones exactly you want involved. Something like, “Hey guys, I’d love to be in the event! Please include Natasha, Wanda and Bobbi.” will be perfect! Alternatively, “Hey guys, I plan on participating in the event! I’d like for all my characters to be included, thank you.”

The sign up time will end on Thursday, December 7 at 8 PM PST, and the pairings will be posted. We’ll give you until Saturday at 12 PM PST to plot, and then the event officially begins!

Simultaneously, each program was interrupted across New York, informing its citizens of breaking news. Some quickly turned off their TVs, unable to withstand any more horrific news, while others flipped to the required channel with rapt attention.

Before them stood a frail woman, her eyes wide, as she addressed her city, “We’ve just received news that the Panel has been taken over. An inside source claimed that three woman stormed their office, and have now taken control…” she trailed off, her eyes darting up there. “We’re just received word that there were no casualties or injuries in the process, but the Accords will never be the same.”

She paused again, putting a hand to her ear piece. Straightening, she feigned confidence, the composure of a newscaster with years of experience, rehashing tales of war and peace alike. “The women have released just released a statement confirming their identities and their intentions. We have the exclusive here. Dave, please show the public what they have said.”

An image flashed before the screen, unveiling the following:

Fellow Americans,

We understand that you’re worried for your safety. The Panel has caused a lot of pain, and it was beside the abuse of the people you idolize, some might be neighbours, some might be your children, but we assure you, this is a turning point. Together, we’ve rewritten the contract, allowing the heroes to keep their freedom if they choose to sign. We intend to operate as a team with no further military operation backing us.

We’ll be working in tandem with the Avengers and the Justice League and whoever else has plans to assist us. We’re on your side, we’re on your friends and families side, and we no longer tolerate any fear mongering.

Heroes identities, privacy, and freedom will be respected. The Accords are no longer means to control, but to help our planet thrive in the face of threats our security aren’t able to contain. With the discovery of aliens infiltrating our own government, we need to be united. Allow us to make this change, support those with the power to aid you, and encourage each and every person you know to take a stand against the corruption we face every single day.

Have a safe night,

Sincerely,

Mockingbird, Maria Hill and Spider-Woman

As the message finished filling the screens, the news anchor was revealed again, a relieved smile upon her face. There was a softness in her gaze as she addressed the camera this time, “There you have it, everybody. The Panel is no longer being controlled by our government, but by the heroes themselves. I understand that might frighten some of you, but our city is truly turning over a new leaf. Goodnight, New York City.”

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The room was crowded, filled to the brim with Skrulls both in their natural green form and already disguised as humans. In the front of the room stood a woman, dark hair covering her face partially. She wore a red outfit easily recognizable as the costume of Spider-Woman, and to the outer eye, that was who she was.

It would take Veranke time to get used to seeing this face in the mirror, she knew. She wasn’t accustomed to it yet. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever like it, even when she was more familiar with its features. She had never wanted to hide who she was, never wanted to conceal herself as something she wasn’t. Still, it was necessary. And using Jessica Drew would give her power. The woman was an Avenger, close to many of the world’s heroes who Veranke feared would cause them trouble later on. This way, she could learn of their plans before they were put into action. This way, she could fight back.

Straightening, Veranke cleared her throat, gathering the attention of room’s occupants. Instantly, a hush fell over the crowd. All eyes focused on the woman in front of the room; all attention was turned towards the queen. Veranke smiled at them, doing her best to look like the woman they all trusted despite the fact that her outward appearance had changed.

“When we predicted the end of Skrullos, we were laughed at,” she said, voice projecting throughout the room. “We faced ridicule, discrimination, and disbelief. When we were proven right, we received no pride in our victory. We lost our home, watched many of our own people die, and we were left isolated and desolate.” A murmur of agreement rippled through the crowd, and a few of the faces within her line of vision showed wide ranges of emotion. Anger, grief, desperation, all of it intensely relatable. No one knew the Skrulls’ pain the way Veranke herself did. She had suffered for her people, and though they loved her for it, the pain remained.

Running a hand through her hair, the queen continued. “If not for the help of others, we would have remained that way until our kind was wiped out entirely. We would have faded into nothingness on a world that would never have been our own. Never forget that we did not get to where we are on our own.” Without the help of Amora, without the portal she had opened for them, the Skrulls would have been lost. It was important that Veranke make her people remember that so when the time came, they would be willing to help her repay the favor. Veranke did not know what the Enchantress would ask for in return, but they needed to be willing to give it. They had to earn their place here, and Veranke intended to do it.

Pausing, Veranke looked over the crowd once more. They were intent, their eyes focused entirely on her and their postures rigid and at attention. They hung on her every word, waiting in bated breath for what she would say next. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy it. Veranke loved her people, but she loved the attention and respect they awarded her as well. She loved knowing that she was believed in, and she’d do anything to keep that faith. “You all know what we must do. This planet is vast, but it is not big enough to house our kind alongside the humans. Even if it were, they would not take to us kindly. They would treat us as second class citizens, hating us for our differences. You’ve seen how they react to even their own kind who are slightly different than the perceived norm. The way they treat their mutants, their inhumans, their metahumans and powered individuals will be considered a kindness compared to how they will treat us if we attempt to exist alongside them. If we want this planet, we must take it.”

Another murmur, low and uncertain but ultimately in agreement with Veranke’s statement. They’d observed Earth, after all, put one of their own in a powerful position to prepare for their arrival, and they’d seen the way humanity treated one another. They’d seen one of their own ruthlessly murdered because of the opinions he (and, of course, the man he’d initially replaced) expressed. They could not risk such a thing happening again.

“This will not be easy. They have many heroes who will wish to oppose us, many people with abilities who will use their power against us. If we want this planet for our own, if we want to survive, we need to take it quietly. We need to seize this world while their backs are turned. The invasion has already begun. Many of you here today are already in position in several places that will be useful to us later on. SHIELD, HYDRA, governments, police forces, these are all important groups to infiltrate. We still need more. We’ll be placing Skrulls in various positions among powered individuals. Avengers, X-Men, Justice League, the Brotherhood… We’ll need eyes on the inside of every one of these groups if we wish to make our plan succeed. I won’t lie to you; these positions will be among the most dangerous. This is why I myself have volunteered for one. I would not ask any of you to do anything that I myself am not willing to attempt. I won’t draft anyone into these groups. I need volunteers, people willing to lay down their lives so their people might live.”

Instantly, she saw faces steel, saw eyes harden and mouths draw into thin lines. She would have little issue getting Skrulls to take these positions. They were all eager to help their kind, eager to help the race survive even at the cost of their individual lives. Veranke felt a wave of pride wash over her at the knowledge.

“I will be accepting volunteers shortly, and I have a list of potential humans to be replaced on each team. I will allow you to choose your position if you have a preference. Thank you for your time and your attention. I know this is happening very quickly, but remember that it will be worth it in the end. Remember that we are right. He loves us.”

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WHAT HAS HAPPENED:

Jessica Drew was attacked, a staged operation by the Skrulls, the beginning stage of their plan for world domination. Veranke, the Skrull Queen, disguised herself as Jessica Drew and took over her identity.

Bobbi Morse and Maria Hill, accompanied by Veranke, disguised as Jessica Drew, infiltrated the Panel and forced its operator's hands to give them control. Together, they’ve pledged to the public a promise of a better future, filled with new rules (or lack thereof) for the heroes to band together in the face of the new alien threat against their planet.

After infiltrating the Panel, ensuring that Jessica had a front row seat in knowing both the Avengers’ and the registered heroes’ plans, Veranke addressed her people, calling them to arms. Together, the Skrulls will begin anew, starting with taking over their trusted leaders’ bodies.

WHAT YOU CAN DO:

You may be allowed to have your character taken over by Skrulls IF you message the main first with a thorough plan about what you intend to do. This is a major arc, and we expect our members to be dedicated to it! Your character’s natural form will be imprisoned, although they will not be killed. They may still act the same due to the fact that Skrulls have access to their memories, ensuring a natural manner.

WHAT YOU CANNOT DO:

Godmod! We understand that you know Veranke is Jessica, for example, but your characters don’t! Same with future players that have been taken over by Skrulls. Eventually, the plot with get to that point, but it takes time.

We love you and all and we truly trust that you all won’t interfere with any players arcs. Now, without further ado, let’s get to prompts!

PROMPTS:

Thanks to promise of the new Panel, Character A may want to sign! They had all the freedom in the world to act as their own entity, our heroes have just made it so they’re a team, working together against future threats. Character B may support this choice or dispute it, depending on their viewpoint.

Character A has already signed, but wants to get more involved thanks to the promise of a benign organization. Character B helps them with that quest, giving them duties and assigning differents tasks. (For a registered hero + one of the new leaders, preferably!)

Character A and B get into an altercation set up by the Skrulls and barely make it out (one may not, should you choose to discuss having them Skrulled with us!) This would be a grisly fight, due to the fact that they’re extremely intelligent beings, and fully intend on imprisoning your characters.

Character A has been captured by the Skrulls, unbeknownst to them, due to their human forms. Character B saves them in the nick of them, but unfortunately learns little about their new alien enemy.

**We understand that this is brand new terrain we’re embarking on. If anything is unclear, please message the main! We’re here to make this a wonderful experience for you all.