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

[acrossyourpath]

[ No one that matters. He's weird is what he is, Felicia determines as she squints again. It's hard to tell if the act is for his own sake -- the usual secret identity thing -- or one directed at her in specific. She doesn't know him, so why it would be the latter isn't something she can answer for herself... but something in the way he reacts makes it feel a bit personal.

Changing tactics, she asks instead: ]

Do you know who I am?

[darkspider]

Black Cat.

[The name comes out in a disgruntled rumble. He'd rather say, No, why would I know who you are? The problem is that he doesn't think that kind of lie would work here. His voice is too familiar, too something she'd catch on to. He can't use it.]

[acrossyourpath]

[ That gets her to step back, looking at him from under her thick white bangs with more solid contemplation.

Carefully, she says: ]

Right. [ Then adds: ] But you aren't Spider-Man.

[ She'd paused before saying the name, as if deciding if she should instead say 'Peter Parker.' ]

[darkspider]

You made the paper. [That's a lie, but it's delivered quickly enough. Then again, he had mustered it up already.]

And I don't look like Spider-Man. [Despite the costume and the spider on his chest and everything else. Oh, and the height, and the voice—these are all inconveniences. Annoying.] Or act like him. [That he knows to be true.]

[acrossyourpath]

It happens. Everyone loves advertising their missing merchandise.

[ Whether or not she believes him, she has made papers before so it's not far-fetched she might be recognized. Her eyes flick back down to the spider on his costume. ]

Then who do you look like, his surly cousin? What's with the spider?

[darkspider]

I stole it from him. [There's a beat, because providing her with that information isn't too incriminating. It's not like explaining that he's the clone who sacrificed himself, came back more than once, and then got cured so he could try to run off to Mexico. No, she doesn't need to know that.]

That's enough. No more questions.

[acrossyourpath]

[ Well -- it may not be incriminating, per se, but it's peculiarly implicating. It suggests that the two know each other, anyway, though Spider-Man never mentioned a brother to her. Or... whomever this was meant to be. Nemesis? ]

Why not? You're in good company, you know. From one thief to another.

[darkspider]

[Good company? Him? All he does is leave ruin in his wake. That's all he's ever done. The mere suggestion makes him scoff immediately in response.

All he musters up in response is vaguely amiable (more so than it should be, he realizes, but ...):]

Somehow I doubt that.

[Vaguely amiable, but there is one other thing: she is a figure from a past that was never his. Sometimes it's hard to approach such things with the aggressiveness that he'd like.]