PARTY AT MOM'S HOUSE

[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

[icy]

[ Some of the people around here look weird, and then some of them look Weird. This guy qualifies as the latter, but Jack — more than familiar with oddities among others and currently the only person getting a bit of a berth, owing to the temperature dropping sharply around him — can't say he minds. It's an interesting style the stranger has going on, and when he says that about movies, well. Jack misses films from the eighties, all the optimism and possibility has since been replaced with far more horror and thriller than he can really find fun. (Also God bless old films for thinking people wouldn't need roads in the two-thousands, that was adorable. Guess it's ... kind of true here, though.)

Jack's always loved hanging out in theaters ever since they were invented, so he doesn't pause before commenting right back even if he wasn't the person being directly addressed. He doesn't have a drink, content to simply answer questions here and there from curious locals. ]

Like you want to find a sports almanac and place a few bets when you go home?

[selfimage]

More as if we come face to face with a dystopian future if we're not careful, though I do suppose that has something to do with a sports almanac. [the straw is held between his lips thoughtfully.] Though I would rather place my bets without it.

[but subverting the system is always thrilling in a way that leaves him nothing but satisfied. but the more pressing question!]

Do you think that there's nineteen Jaws films currently released?

[Loki doesn't seem all that bothered by the drop in temperature, though it may catch his interests enough to give Jack a good look-over before he's taken back into the flippancy of the conversation.]

[icy]

Looks like I'm already in a dystopian future, to be honest.

[ Or an alternate universe. Or something, physics and suchlike jargon aren't anywhere near his specialty but the general sentiment is there. He glances away reflexively as the other young man takes in the sight of him (outwardly eighteenish, five-seven, lanky and currently covered in a smattering of fern-frost where he leans on his shepherd's crook), Jack hums as he thinks of a Serious Reply to the Jaws query. He already got the chance to stare, it's only fair to let Mr. Antlers do the same. ]

If there are, I know I'm going to be first in line to get eaten by a holographic shark.

[ That sounds like a great way to waste time. ]

[selfimage]

It's never a dystopia if you've been eaten properly by a holographic shark.

[that little gallop that he had caused the Young Avengers in their little multi-verse misadventures really caused all sorts of opinions on dystopias and lost dimensions and horrible, awful dimensions and whatever else came from the underbelly of the multiverse.

his gaze doesn't keep for long, but he seems to go carelessly back to his malt. somehow, as if Jack wasn't a strange sight at all.]

On the contrary, actually. There have been more dystopia-like dystopias in the realm of the dystopia.

[icy]

[ Whereas Jack puts his back to a nearby wall, able to ward off more people with one side covered. He has to ask, however hesitantly, ]

Are you from space?

[ He's just a guy from a pond, this is all a little beyond him. ]

[selfimage]

[space! that's a new one. starting a list of origins asked upon him might not be a bad idea for some amusement later. he wondered absently if the device they gave him supported anything but its normal interface. ah, well.]

Not exactly, no—[he shakes the malt in one hand. it's almost gone. he frowns.]—I'm not of the folk, if I'm to divulge your curiosities. I do, however, find their media entertaining.

[icy]

The Fair Folk? Elves, natural spirits ... that sort of thing? [ The only 'folk' he knows with any distinct faction. Jack gives him a shrug and a well, yeah look upon hearing the latter. ] Pretty sure anyone who watches Back To The Future and doesn't like Marty McFly is beyond all help.

[selfimage]

The god folk.

[he says casually, shaking the malt in hopes that it hasn't exactly been sucked clean. it has. he's out of malt. he looks as if he's going to drop the paper cup, but thinks better of it and sighs, finding the nearest trash can to dispose of it responsibly.]

The Norse pantheon, and before we get into it—Asgard.

[icy]

I remember hearing about those guys, that region's where people still call me Jokul Frosti. [ And did for centuries before Jack himself came around but whatever, he'll take any folklore he can. ] Yeah, they think I have a paintbrush and go around redecorating in autumn.

[ Which he does, but is far less Laurence Llewellyn-Bowen about it. ]

Which god are you?