Issue #0

[boostedfailure]

[Rolling over Michael comes face to face with some odd woman, not unattractive, but kind of not what he was expecting, pondering he hops up and looks around, then panics and runs out of the room]

Action 1 1489 Kramden Road

"SKEETS?  WHERE ARE YOU?  WHERE ARE MY PANTS?  DAMN IT!  YOU AREN'T SUPPOSED TO LET ME DRINK THAT MUCH?"

[Michael stomps about the house finally getting dressed in ordinary clothes but looking embarrassed]

"SKEETS?  THIS ISN'T FUNNY!....  Skeets?  This.....  Doesn't look like Vegas, or somewhere I'd pull something stuu....."

[He stops staring at the photos and blinks]

"Ok...  Wait...  Either I'm having a weird dream..."  [He pinches himself] "Or I got kidnapped in some funky...  I MADE THE BIG TIME!  Wait...  Isn't that a bad thing?"

Phone 1

"Operator, this is the famous super hero Booster Gold.  Now, I will gladly come and autograph any memorabilia you want if you can tell me just where I am or at least put me in contact with the Justice League.  Or the Justice Society.  Or really any major super hero group and or their publicist.  Or Skeets...  Where is he?  He probably knows where my suit is...  Anyways!  Just uh..  Please hurry!  I'm borrowing some clothes and this place is kinda creepy."

Action 2  Around town

[After being creeped out by drone wife for a bit Booster needed to get out, armed with nothing more than his confusion, stupid grin and lost expression he went out into the streets of Mayfield]

"Man, whenever this happens to Batman or Superman people respond a heck of a lot quicker...."

Comments

Action #2

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[Edward couldn't help but overhear Michael mentioning the name of his archrival, so of course, you've got his attention. He turns away from whatever he's focusing on and calls out after him.]

Hang on a second, friend. You---[Hold on, Eddie. Better not mention the Bat yet.]

You appear to be lost.

[Phone]

[seriousbigtime.livejournal.com]

You're in a place called Mayfield. It's really---wait, hang on. Time out.

You're a superhero? Like, a real superhero?

[boostedfailure.livejournal.com]

[Michael blinks then looks at the new comer and grins]

"Yeah... I was in Metropolis the other night... And... I don't remember drinking, but... Wow.. Talk about awkward mornings, I really gotta get that lady's name and uh.. Something. But, I'm sure you've heard of me, the hero Booster Gold and all. But, I'm just a little lost, and my um, sidekick seems to have wandered off with my costume."

[animalhusbandry.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid I've never heard of you. Or Batman or Superman, for that matter. But tell me - are you acquainted at all with Arachna-Dude or the Sulk?

[boostedfailure.livejournal.com]

"You are talking to the guy who fought Doomsday with Superman! I'm just uh... My sidekick kinda seems to be missing along with my suit."

[boostedfailure.livejournal.com]

"Er... No? Maybe they're from some place.. Wait! Are you telling me you've never heard of Metropolis' greatest hero? I mean... Booster Gold?!"

[animalhusbandry.livejournal.com]

Regrettably, I have not.

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[Metropolis? So there really is someone else from his world here? But when he hears the name...]

I'm afraid I've never heard of you, "Booster Gold."

[seriousbigtime.livejournal.com]

Superman?!

[Well. He'd better not mention that where he comes from, Superman's just a comic-book character. Getting a 4th-Wall Lecture from Scott Pilgrim is not something he wants to go through again, even on the other side of the fence.]

You've got a sidekick, too?

[boostedfailure.livejournal.com]

"Er, remember that Doomsday guy that killed Superman? I was in that fight and uh... Well, its not important! Just..... Where the heck am I?"

[boostedfailure.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, Skeets, my little robot buddy. Who... Er, has to have my uniform. I hope."

[boostedfailure.livejournal.com]

"Lets just say... When you mention Booster Gold where I'm from... People take notice."

[He nods sagely]

Phone

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

[...She instantly dislikes the voice]

There's no way to contact them in here. Luckily.

[boostedfailure.livejournal.com]

"That's not good. What about uh... Where is in here anyways lady? Actually... May I get your name too?"

[animalhusbandry.livejournal.com]

Well, I certainly know what that's like.

[boostedfailure.livejournal.com]

"So uh... What's up with this place? Its got that a kinda creepy Happy Daysesque vibe going on..."

[animalhusbandry.livejournal.com]

Oh, it's quite simple. We have all been magically transported from our own worlds and imprisoned in a sealed pocket dimension from which there is no known means of escape.

[boostedfailure.livejournal.com]

"And my suit and side kick?"

[animalhusbandry.livejournal.com]

Taken away, though there are ways to get your things back. It involves going to the post office and assuming a random low-impact physical flaw in exchange for the return of your equipment and powers. I'm told sometimes you may also lose memories, but it's rather difficult to gauge that sort of thing afterward.

[boostedfailure.livejournal.com]

"So wait. I've been stripped of all my powers, and captured in some odd pocket dimension that no one can get out?"

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

Mayfield, America. And the name is... uh, Pamela. I'm new in this city myself.

[boostedfailure.livejournal.com]

"Pamela.. Nice to meet you! So are you the operator?"

Phone 1

[notsaul.livejournal.com]

Never heard of you! [But trolling superheroes/villains has become her favorite thing ever lately. So. Enjoy that.]

[animalhusbandry.livejournal.com]

That is the case.

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

Hardly. I'm just a florist... I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch your name.