WELCOME TO DREAMWIDTH, HERO...

Testing, one, two, three. [Quentin is no where to be seen but the camera gives a clear view of his kitchen counter-top.]

It's been a while, denizens of The City. As most of you may recall, I was the winning bidder for an exclusive set of collectibles during the charity auction. I spent nearly two-thousand dollars for such fine craftsmanship and I know what many of you are thinking. One, where the hell did I get that kind of money, and most importantly why the hell did I spurge on such luxurious items?

Why, for entertainment by yours truly. There's a little bit of something for everyone here.

[cue the Thor puppet, who looks especially beautiful with his luscious golden locks. He is standing next to a red bottle of L'Oreal Color-Vive protecting shampoo on Quentin's kitchen countertop. In the most (read: not very) masculine voice possible;]

I am called Thor, god of Thunder who is far too beautiful to do the tasks of mere mortals. I believe there is nothing left for me to do except forsaking my status as god of thunder to become the god of hair, as mine is so wonderful and long- [the Thor puppet is interrupted mid hair flip to the rough cry of freedom coming from the Captain America puppet who jumps.]

'MURICA. Stop right there son, this is 'murica and we don't have no god of hair. We have FREEDOM. But what the hell do I know about freedom with my stupid little head and my cute widdle wings on my face? I represent everything capitalist scums enjoy with my good friend, Tony Stark.

[The Stark puppet is thrown in front of the camera before Quentin moves the camera to show Spider-Man, the Wasp, and Black Widow puppets being carried/devoured by a giant spider made out of legos. It's pretty big ande detailed for something made out of legos.]

Help us Avengers!

I can't because I am too busy being a capitalist with Tony Stark, son. [The camera turns back to Tony Stark and Captain America who seem to be chilling on top of a throne of toilet paper. Quentin announces the end of this puppet show with a curt laugh and with the words;]

To be continued...

[The view suddenly shifts to this monstrosity and Quentin quickly adds in the sound effects of] SNIKTY SNIKT. [Before turning off the camera... to be continued in the comments.]

Attention plebs of the city! Yeah, you, I'm talking to you! I have an important announcement to make. It's essential that you pay attention because following that I will be making an offer in addition to the announcements. So listen up!

As we all know, Rachel Grey has left the city. She was one of the two omega telepaths, leaving only one omega telepath. Me. Quentin Quire!

Now I know this is hard for some of you to comprehend. Don't worry, I'll spell out what this means for your primitive minds. By being an omega mutant, you're essentially the best of the best. Let's face it, folks, only the best could come out of homo superior.

What this means for you flatscans and dull thinkers? It means that I am willing to help you out with your telepathic problems. For a fair price, of course. Now, there are other telepaths in the city, I won't lie. But if you want the best outcome, you'll get one-hundred percent satisfaction guaranteed with my service.

[Cue a hurried view of the streets. The view is clearly someone running from someone else as there's an angry shout from faraway-] "GET BACK HERE YOU ROTTEN PUNK!" [People jump out of the way to avoid the goose chase, some by surprise and others seem to move without looking up, almost like they were calmly told to move out of the way. There's a response to the faraway voice that sounds close and familiar.]

Only if you can catch me, fatass!

"THAT'S VANDALISM THAT YOU DID THERE, PUNK!" [Quentin turns the camera onto his face, and he looks super angry.]

Alright, fess up. Who called the truancy officers?

With school being in session and all, I guess it's time to start mass producing identity cards for both high school students and college freshmen. It isn't much but, it's a little bit of cash and something to do while all my loser friends are sitting on their hands in boring classrooms.

I'm really glad I don't have to go to some fascist school. I mean, seriously. I was already a genius when I was in diapers, you think school is going to teach me note-worthy shit? Being taught how to be a victim isn't that important. Except maybe to the government. Unsurprisingly, of course, since it's their systematical tool to make us all into cogs for their murder machines. That's why they're so tight about forcing you to go to school.

Just remember school kids, Q is for Question Authority!

[cue the brief roar of a shower before the sound of the water being shut off.]

Keeping up a profile is hard work sometimes. Not in an everyday sense of style and appearance but with notable features, like your face. [the feed clicks on to Quentin drying his hair out with a towel. it's relatively normal, until you take a closer look at the pink stains in the towel and streaked across his white shirt.] Since the first impressions come from the face, we look for a couple of key traits. But, no matter the judgement, we use these keys to support our impressions and info of the person.

Say you take a guy in glasses with well kept hair who dresses sharply. What would you think of him? Now take the same guy, shave his hair and dye it, and give him faded and raggedy clothing. Would your opinion change? [he pauses briefly to remove the towel around his head, unveiling his newly dyed pink hair.] Come on, don't lie. We're all a little biased.

It's the very principle of being judged or having that distinct face that we strive for appearances.

Hey, for those of you who don't know. I'm organizing a rally. A rally for the safety and understanding between imPorts and Citizens. Don't worry, I've got a permit and everything for it so it's totally legal in case you're one of those authorities. That or you're just questioning my motives.

If you're interested, inquire for more details and I'll give you the location. Everyone's free to join! Remember to ask the right questions if you have any because this may be something you support!

[The camera's got a shaky view of what appears to be sand, before it swings around to Julian with a nice view of the beach.] Say hi Julian.

[ Julian has one hand raised, and is telekinetically dragging something big and mechanical behind him. On closer inspection, it looks like a gas-fired outdoor barbecue. ] What? …You're filming already. Whatever. [ Looking properly at the camera. ] Hey everyone. Raise your hand if you're bored with police drama. We have a solution.

How do you all feel about a beach party? Of course, this is only for people who don’t annoy us. Right, Jules?

Right. If we like you, you’re invited. We’ll be-- which beach is this again?

[ Julian leaves the directions to Quentin since apparently setting the barbecue up is a one man job. ]

It’s near Manhattan Beach Park, I’ll let you know where specifically if you just ask. Don’t want any scumbags ruining our party spirit. [The camera shifts to the empty volleyball poles.] We’ll have plenty of things to do, and a barbeque for lunch! But if you want something specific, you can contribute to the party. Just don’t feel obligated to do so.

[ Julian comes back into view when he takes a net to those empty poles. ]

What he said. Except definitely feel obligated. We know you don’t have anything better to do. This is where the action’s at. [ Julian shifts his attention to Quentin instead of the camera. ] Hey Quire, are you gonna stand there and film all day or what? They know what’s up, get over here.

Alright, alright! [Quentin turns the camera away from Julian and onto his face. He smiles, speaking briefly.]

See you soon, everyone.

[ooc; JOIN THEM!!]

[Cue an empty wall. Yes, just an empty wall.]

So I got to thinking. Despite becoming a freed political prisoner, I'm still imprisoned by the stupid expectations of this society. Why should I be expected to protect, much less serve, these homo sapiens? After all, they're all just little mindless sheep waiting to follow the herd. Maybe I want to be the one who leads them all off a cliff! But that's too easy because they're already doing that job for me. What with their hypocrisy and mutant bigotry.

[Someone steps in front of the communicator, and for a moment the wall is blocked.] They're probably in this city too. It's everywhere, even if the people who want to pretend that people don't hate mutants refuse to admit it. [Quentin steps back and lo and behold a giant omega symbol graffiti'd in red with an x right beneath it.]

I'm going to be the one who open your eyes. So, mutant haters and those who doubt their hatred, be on guard! And for those of you too busy with your head shoved up your ass to know me, or don't know me. This is all courtesy to you by Kid Omega!