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[maskormods]

TEST DRIVE MEME

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.

Comments

[gonfreaky]

[You can't hide a frown behind sunglasses, Knock Out. That's weird. But that's ok. People call him weird too.] That's kind of a weird thing to judge on...

[He trails off, not necessarily distrusting Mr. Sunglass so much as pondering such a strange custom. Back home there were plenty of people with clothes stranger than the bright and bedazzled leotard the hero was wearing. Just look at Chrollo. And to be so specific about tights of all things? He'd seen plenty of women wear those back home. Gon frowns, trying to figure these complex social customs out.]

Does that mean women aren't native?

[He tries to imagine Ms. Mito getting mobbed by excited citizens. Somehow, he didn't think she'd like all that attention.]

[paintjobs]

What? [ He looks back to Gon from the object of attention, the brow furrow now due to bemusement. ] Not so far as I know. How did you come to that conclusion?

[gonfreaky]

There's a lot of women who wear tights. You said tights mark you as non-native.

[He blinks for a moment, waiting for a confirmation. Then steamrolls ahead regardless.] It seems kind of over-the-top.

[paintjobs]

[ ...Oh, okay, he guesses he gets that logic. It gets an amused snort. Anyone else and he might be annoyed at the ignorance, but, y'know. Kids. Eh. ]

Not all tights. There are different levels to human fashion, you know, and I only mean those tights. [ He gestures out toward their hero of the day. ] The garish colors, sometimes with a symbol at the center of the chest... if all of that comes with tights, it's a safe bet you have a hero on your hands.

[gonfreaky]

["Human" fashion. That's kind of a weird way to put it. He both shrugs it off and files it away, far too curious about the current topic to detract from it. Garish color and symbols at the center of the chest, huh?]

What if they come with high heels instead of tights? What does it mean then?

[paintjobs]

[ Knock Out pauses, considering the question for a few seconds. Then, finally, he shrugs. ]

That means good taste in fashion, I suppose. Did you have any particulars in mind?

[gonfreaky]

[Oh. Gross. Gon scrunches up his face at that. Maybe even sticks out his tongue a bit. Clearly this guy was completely wrong. Oh well.]

Sort of. [A lie. He shrugs.] Just a creepy clown. [Not wanting to expand on it further and having discovered that this guy clearly didn't know what he was talking about, Gon moves on. Tilts his head to the side curiously.]

What did you mean when you said "human fashion"?

[paintjobs]

( A clown? He spends a few seconds picturing floppy does and baggy pants, and decides there must be some definition of the word he doesn't know yet. Weird. The question gets a non committal noise. )

I meant what it sounds like. But here, I'll save you some time -- ( He glances over, this time over the top of his glasses, to show off his eyes. ) The implication was that I'm not human.

[gonfreaky]

Ah! [If it had been anything else, Gon's reaction would have been different. And while he keeps what he says in mind, it's hard not to be distracted by the coloring. Not when (he thinks) he knows what they mean.] Are you a Kurta?!

[Sure, there are a few differences. Kurapika's eyes don't glow and their color is different, but Gon can't think of anything else in the world that have eyes so red. That left only one thing, didn't it? Excitedly, Gon nearly bounces forward, eyes practically sparkling with enthusiasm.] Do you know Kurapika? He'd be really excited to meet you.

[If he's even in this city, that is.]

[paintjobs]

[ Wait. What? He blinks, startled — definitely not the reaction he was expecting, and he takes a half step back from Gon. ]

What — no, I'm not a Kurta. [ whatever that is... ] I'm a Cybertronian. Inorganic, made of metals, native to the planet of Cybertron... and so forth.

[gonfreaky]

Really? [He deflates a bit and looks him over once, twice... Nah. Suspiciously side-eyes.] You don't look like you're made out of metal...

[you fuckin liar]