etcelsior | PARTY AT MOM'S HOUSE

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.

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Oh yeah. Good enough. Lucky for the kids, they'd gotten out of the way before 200 lbs of assassin and...however many pounds of immortal Vandal Savage heir could've slam into them, instead of crashing onto the brick wall of a nearby building.

The car speeds past. That death-machine'd peter out eventually, with its engine out of commission, but that was for the cops to deal with.

Now, this he had to deal with. Scandal's face wasn't one he was hoping to see. Unable to come up with anything better to say, he grunts out, "Sis. Th' hell you doing here?"

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The answer is fair enough--he'd been briefed on this situation and knew why, but that didn't take away from the nasty shock of seeing her here or stop him from asking that dumb question on an impulse.

"Har har," Floyd flatly replies, as he takes her hand; he, then, shoots a glare at the dumbfounded kids, who had nothing better to do than stare. Within seconds, they beat it. "I want to talk. In a less open place."

Deadshot rationalizes this away; he has a rep he has to maintain, dammit. "Would've made me look real bad if those kids got run over in front of me. In a weird place like this, it ain't advantageous to get that kind of bad rap right off the bat."

What is that smirk for? Well, Scandal's free to smile up as much as she wanted, for whatever reason.

It had been a while since he'd seen her with a smile on her face, let alone a smile on any familiar face, so it wasn't a lousy thing to see.

"Free talk'd be great," Floyd tells her. This is the gal he'd follow, even into hell.

"Bane, huh," Floyd says, processing the invitation that has just been given to him.

...where Deadshot had come from--or, maybe, it more appropriate to say when--the group had split. After the Cat, Thomas Blake, snapped. After they found the guy Blake mangled, in his fury. After Africa, when Black Alice told everyone about her dad and how she was afraid she gave him cancer. After Floyd visited her dad's doctor and threatening him at a gunpoint, to lie and tell the gal she didn't.

It was...almost idyllic. Like being able to go back, before that shit hit the fan.

But, he still had to ask, "Place was assigned to you, right? By the government-types that nabbed us? How're you so sure you're safe in this place if those shady guys gave it to you?"

Screw it. These government guys read their files; they ought to know where they stand in stuff like this, so they shouldn't be too surprised about what they'll hear, if they were monitoring them.

And this was probably as safe as they could get. "These guys. I've worked with some real assholes. Like Waller. Lady put a bomb in my head, took me out of Arkham when she needed my guns. But that don't compare to this situation." He doesn't even ask if he can smoke; instead, he simply pulls out a cigarette and lights it.

"At least she didn't snatch folks out of their universes and move them into Stepford."

This is all a lot to take in. Multiversal jet-lag, a near-death experience, and a reappearance of a teammate, who isn't exactly the way he last saw her.

"Last time I saw you and Bane together, you called it quits. It was when we went after the Cat." Is any of this going to make any sense to her, or is he just going to sound crazy? "How long have you and Bane been living together in this place?"

A month. A month in this place. Constantly being scrutinized, marked up, having every aspect of your life controlled. At least Scandal and Bane, it looked to him, were getting along fine here.

Would've sucked going at it alone.

The sci-fi stuff this situation implicates makes his head spin and the jet-lag feel a lot worse. "Did I ever tell you guys about this thing in some point in time I ain't experienced yet?"

Scandal's probably right. Even Floyd could tell he is feeling all out of sorts and finds himself questioning what he is saying.

So, off to the sofa Floyd goes; without removing his shoes, he lays his head on the armrest and spreads himself on the cushions, as if lying in bed. It's pretty darn relaxing. He doesn't even ask if she minds his cigarette ash getting all over the good furniture.

After saying nothing for a minute or two, the assassin recalls what he tried to say and rephrases it. "You said I came from your 'some time ago', right? So, I meant to ask if there was some time in my future, that was in your past, where I told you about this...trans-dimensional government recruitment." Is that any less confusing?

So, what? They take them from whenever, have them do their laundry, then make them forget about the whole thing after? This here's some pretty Lovecraftian stuff.

"When I got here, they gave me a file. Said I could do some weird-ass stuff now," Floyd begins to confess to Scandal. "You hear if they tinkered with our DNA while we were out cold, along with giving us tattoos?"

Gifted with experimentation? This entire thing just sounds more and more screwed up, as layers get peeled away.

Floyd removes his wrist-magnums and opens up their chambers, revealing nothing inside.

"Told me these guns were connected to me now. I can fire 'em when I want, just have to feed 'em with anger and hate. 'Course, I gotta keep it all in check to make sure these things don't go off when I don't want 'em to," he listlessly responds as he lets his weaponry fall to the ground with a magnificent clatter.

The assassin says nothing for a moment, until he states, "It ain't that I don't want to ask you about your powers. I need to let this sink in. Get some z's." This is an indication that, yes, he'll take the invitation and tonight the world's greatest assassin is sleeping on their couch. Better in here among allies than out there.

Before Scandal could answer, the killer settles and closes his eyes.

As Floyd sinks into the black abyss of the Dream King's realm, he suddenly remembers the fire-hazard hanging from his lips. Oh. Right. This wouldn't have been the first time Floyd fell asleep with a lit cig.

Normally, he wouldn't care much about taking such a risk, but even he figures it would be pretty bad form to crisp up some ~~friends'~~ guys' couch his first night staying over. In a very classy motion, Floyd drowsily removes the cigarette and stubs it roughly against his tongue three times; he, then, tosses the no longer burning remnants with the rest of his gear. Satisfied by his quick handiwork and the vulgar taste of nicotine in his mouth, Floyd attempts to sleep.

PARTY AT MOM'S HOUSE

Yay!

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Ahhhh, I just noticed a typo that I put in a few comments ago! (I hate when that happens!)

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