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Considering apping into MASK OR MENACE? Want to dip your toes into the setting and get a feel of whether your character will fit into it? Or maybe you're just cruising and want to play around? Then you've come to the right place!

Pick any of the following scenarios below or feel free to make up your own, but don't be afraid to throw yourself at anyone's thread, either!

And remember to have fun!

01. Your memory is hazy and you might feel increasingly frustrated or anxious, or maybe you're excited as soldiers march past, barely glimpsing you. One second you're somewhere underground, the next you're enveloped in blue light, and suddenly you find yourself directly under Flordia sun's bright and burning glare. A female soldier steps toward you with a wide smile on her face and directs you to a car, ready to debrief you. You realize you are not the only one, surrounded by equally confused or eager faces... and you're all sporting a digital tattoo on your wrist.

02. Welcome to Cape Canaveral, where the smell of the ocean is in the air and locals are more than pleased to see new imPorts roaming their streets. They wave, they cheer, they ask for pictures as politely as they can. The more inhuman you look, or if you're wearing a costume, the more likely locals are to approach. Hey, enjoy the moment! The popular malt shop is offering you a free drink if you need it.

03. The technology in this world is certainly something. The cars are clearly modeled after popular 50s cars, but they hover several feet above the ground as they drive down the street. There are digital jukeboxes in restaurants, motorcycles also hover through traffic, advertisements can be seen on a digital projector on the taller buildings. Even kids on skateboards appear to drift a safe ten feet off the ground while playing!

04. Wherever you are, you can hear the loud revving of an engine, distance at first before you finally see it: a hovercar bursting around the corner, going beyond the maximum speed limit and just barely making its sharp turn. It doesn't appear to be slowing down any time soon, not with two police cars trailing it... and uh oh. Those skateboarding kids don't have much time to get out of the way as the car comes speeding down the road. You've been brought here for a reason Hero — so you better act fast.

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[Shortly after Satsuki manages to shake off her newfound admirers, while she wanders in search of more appropriate clothing, Sanageyama appears by her side and starts following with that trademark elite four attentiveness.]

Lady Satsuki.

[Said as more of a greeting than anything else, his attitude is no different from how it would be back home.

Of course, it's not as easy here as it would be back home to know when to show up without explanation. Truth be told, he'd watched her escape into the store earlier to evade the group of civilians and waited for her to come back out before approaching.

No point in saying anything else just yet, of course. Not until he knows what happened to her before she arrived, since that particular aspect of being here had made a mess of things already.]

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Sanageyama.

[She had noticed he was around, of course- there was no way she wouldn't- but she was surprised it took him so long to make himself known. Still, her steps don't falter, and she only stops when she finds a storefront worth looking into, bringing a hand to her chin and examining the clothes on display for a moment before turning to look at him.

Her expression is probably softer than he's used to when she cracks a small smile.]

Am I late?

[Best to leave her to deal with the crowds herself, he figured.]

Not at all.

[He waits after she's done window shopping to speak again.]

We've only been here for a little over two months - well, that is to say, Gamagori, Inumuta, Senketsu and I. Matoi also arrived, only last month.

Good.

[She listens to the list of names with surprising relief- though the lack of one in particular does confuse her for a moment, but it passes.]

No Jakazure? Unfortunate.

[But the rest of them were there- which was good. Even Ryuko and her Kamui... more familiarity than she had expected in this place, to be certain.]

How have things been?

Not exactly quiet...I wouldn't compare it to the situation back home by any means, but there has been some trouble here and there. A bombing, monster attacks...but infrequent. I'm sure Inumuta will want to tell you everything in full, so I'll leave it to him to go into detail, if you want to know the specifics.

[He'll leave out the fact the idiot got himself arrested. That's up to Inumuta to tell if he decides to, Sanageyama figures.

Truthfully, Uzu's pretty fond of being here. Things were too quiet after Ragyo was defeated.

He'll leave that out too though, for now.]

I'll speak to him as soon as the opportunity presents itself then.

[She studies him for a moment longer, unsure if she should inquire about more details from him... but if there was something she needed to know, Sanageyama would tell her. That much is for certain. So she turns, and heads for the door of the boutique, adding-]

And the situation with all of you? Kept under control, I hope?

[If nothing else, she thinks Gamagoori would keep them all out of trouble.]

[At the very least, Sanageyama hasn't changed much. He's wearing Iori's final uniform, the nice black one with the gold trims, stupid headband included. The device sewn onto the right sleeve is new though.

He follows after her, moving to hold the door open for her, but the question of how they've been getting on...well...]

As...well as can be expected. We're all living together, so it has been a bit...noisy.

[Because Uzu and Ryuko destroyed the kitchen whoops.]

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[Her eyes do skim over the device as he opens the door for her, but she steps through with a slight inclination of her head in thanks, and waits until it closes behind him to respond, her eyes skimming the racks in the meantime.]

Fighting?

[It's not an improbable assumption- him, Ryuko, Houka and Ira all in one place, possibly for even more hours of the day than they'd spend at Honnouji, with very little space to put between them unless they left the house...

She'll be surprised if she's wrong.]

I hope I won't need to intervene.

It's mostly that sister of yours.

[Dropping the formalities just a bit; this is a far more casual environment anyway, so he doesn't think it's necessary.]

She destroyed our kitchen and I'm still paying for it. Literally.

[Well, he's hardly blame free, but she started it!!]

You two are a lot alike.

[By which she means 'you probably had at least a little to do with it', though she doesn't say it outright. She heads for a rack proclaiming 'clearance' with almost single-minded intensity, pausing only to peer over her shoulder.]

...paying? You?

[Ah... that's right. There were no REVOCS accounts to dip into, no people to call to take care of something as minor- in comparison to other things she'd had done before- as a kitchen reconstruction.]

My apologies. I will speak to Ryuko, if you'd like.

[She might not be able to do much, but maybe she can at least convince her to take it outside.]

[WOW DON'T COMPARE HIM TO RYUKO.

He understands she's important to Satsuki, that's obvious, and he respects that. He's even tried keeping an eye on her like he has everyone else in house la kill, but. But goddamn she's just so unbearable. Being compared to her is insulting.

So he just chooses to ignore that remark, shaking his head.]

I mean, I may have...retaliated a bit. So she's not entirely to blame. [He doesn't want her finding that out from Ryuko herself, so.] But if you could; it'd be nice if she paid her half. I'm not exactly swimming in cash here.

[You're both 2shonen Sanageyama, sorry to say.

Still, his lack of reaction is somewhat telling, and she flicks through the clothes on the rack at a leisurely pace, eyeing fabric and cut and color with a critical eye. She can't afford much, but what she can afford will at the very least look as good as something off the rack can look.]

Losing your temper isn't the way to deal with her, you know.

[She isn't exactly speaking from experience with Ryuko- rather from what she has with him, though he's seldom given her reason to lose her composure, and not that she would have let on to the fact regardless.]

If she will not, I will do so on her behalf.

[After all, she has to be a little responsible for her younger sister, doesn't she?]

Easier said than done...

[Even that smug look she gets sometimes just makes him wanna punch her. It's really quite terrible.

Again something he isn't admitting to.]

But...if you want to tell her that to try and convince her, by all means, but I wouldn't feel comfortable making you pay in her stead, Lady Satsuki. It wouldn't be right.

If you could try talking to her, even if you're not successful, it'd be more than enough.

I know.

[And she does. Hot blooded idiots, both of them. But she wouldn't have them any other way, really. Still, she looks up as she tugs a shirt off the rack, laying it over her arm.]

I will do my best, Sanageyama. But I would hate to see you in a bind over such a situation.

[She reaches back into the rack, thumbing through the clothes before pulling out another shirt.]

It's quite responsible of you to handle the payment for the repairs, Sanageyama.

[She's just the slightest bit impressed.]

Well, considering it's my kitchen too...

[He can't use it if it's ruined, after all.]

Besides, I could hardly say no to Inumuta and Gamagori. It's not an option as far as those two are concerned.

Of course.

[A pair of pants that should be her size, and then a skirt- both go onto the pile, and she nods along slowly.]

At the very least it was somewhat contained, I hope?

Just the kitchen. I think the worst of it was the fridge door, so nothing too big.

[Maybe. Not that he can remember exactly, just that he's gonna be paying this off for like ten thousand years.]

I see. Better than it could have been, I suppose.

[She steps away from the rack and heads- oh god- toward the section of the store where all the underwear is hanging in neat tiny rows from equally tiny hangers.]

Do you have an estimate for how much it will take?

[Oh hahahaha well he's just... gonna... pretend something in the opposite direction has caught his attention, until she's done with this particular aisle. He'll just talk over his shoulder at her instead, back turned towards Satsuki and looking vaguely at- well- nothing in particular, but straight ahead. Not at her anyway.]

Inumuta has it worked out. [A shrug.] And the guy can be a bit of a jerk sometimes, but I'd at least trust him enough not to cheat me out of anything extra.

He's the best choice for managing our funds, after all.

Leaving the budgeting to him is wise... and yes, I doubt he would take advantage.

[If only because it would cause him more of a headache to try than not to-- though she didn't doubt it was because also because somewhere, deep down, there was a fondness for his fellow Devas in him somewhere.

Satsuki fingers the items on the racks and frowns at the sizing, rolling her eyes before instead picking out a couple of sports bras and murmuring about the sizing being all wrong.]

But you're all working, then?

That's right. Uh, lets see...[He looks up, trying to recall - each name he mentions, he counts it off on one finger.] Senketsu works at a fabric store, Gamagori's an instructor at a boot camp, Inumuta's an intern at...some place. He goes to college too. I have no idea what Matoi does though.

I've been coaching a team of kids in T-ball.

[Assistant coach. But details.]

I'll ask Ryuko when I see her, I suppose.

[But the rest... all seem rather fitting. Even Sanageyama's job, to her surprise, doesn't seem terribly outlandish for him.]

I suppose it's a good thing you all have experience in what you're doing.

[Unlike her.]

Hm?

[He doesn't miss the implication. Uzu finally turns back around to face her, looking curious.]

What did you get?

[The question actually makes Satsuki pause, and if he's looking closely enough, he might see some color rise to her cheeks before she fights it down and sighs out-]

Modeling.

[Well. Um.

Okay then.

He wouldn't say she's exactly unsuited for it...]

You know, if you don't want to do it you wouldn't have to...I'm sure nobody would object to you staying out of work for a while to find something more to your liking.

The rest of us wouldn't mind supporting you.

[Of course it's not like they would mind no matter what she did, but he can't imagine Satsuki not wanting to work at all. Being jobless would drive him nuts and at the very least in that respect, he knows they're similar. Idleness wouldn't sit well with either of them.]

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