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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[Coop backs off a bit at the engine revving- once he's done being impressed by the sound of it- he knows some guys don't like their car touched, and hey, he used to feel the same about his Barracuda. ...Okay. Still does. Instead he walks over to the driver's side, not ... bothering to look in through the windshield to see who's in there, and instead leans over to talk the "driver."]

Hey, sorry pal, but you gotta tell me what kind of make this is. It ain't American, which okay, that's your choice, but-

[wow that sure is no one sitting in the front seat.]

Uh.

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[ Ah. Well. If this human is close enough to see there's no one inside, then A) it's not worth it to put up his holoform of a human driver, and B) there's no reason not to answer. This guy has his priorities lined in terms of cars, anyway. He could be worse. ]

It's the 2011 Stryker-Z, for your information. [ The voice comes from nowhere in particular, though behind that dark glass, red lights flare in the steering wheel in time with it. ]

[That sure is a disembodied voice coming from this car.

... That sure is the car talking, isn't it?]

[Ha ha what the fuck ever, he's seen so much weirder shit.]

2011? So you're some kind of future car? Like, Back-To-The-Future style, or the Actually An Alien kind?

What? No, this is a current model.

[ He'd been aiming for surreptitious and sneaky, but talk of fine cars distracts him from it. He considers admitting to the alien part, but instead settles on: ]

And, no, nothing like a Delorean. [ yeah he's seen the movie. drive-in theaters, ok. ] Really. Do I look that boxy to you?

Hey, I didn't say DeLorean! It's all about what's on the inside. How am I supposed to know if you've got some fancy flux capacitor in there or not?

[TALKING 2 A CAR LIKE NBD because it really isn't.]

Well, frankly, I don't see how it's your business what I have in here. [ jeez, at least take him out for dinner before you start asking things like that. ]

[baby he'll give u the most premium diesel he can find.]

You mean besides that great sounding engine?

[SORRY HE'S REALLY GOOD AT COMPLIMENTING CARS HE'S NOT TRYING TO HIT ON U I PROMISE]

What's your name?

What a charmer. [ do u like how his voice goes all low and purry with that. Because from where he's standing (idling), that totally looks like flirting. Not that he's into humans. ]

You can call me Knock Out. Now, I wouldn't normally do this, but since you have such good taste in cars, I'll go ahead and ask what your name is.

[flirting with cars is apparently one of the only things he can do right. that, and eat massive amounts of hotdogs. HE LITERALLY HAS NO IDEA HE'S FLIRTING WITH CARS OK]

I'm Coop.

This is where we'd fistbump, if you had, y'know, hands.

What? [ From suave to disgruntled-sounding in record time, over here. ] What's a fistbump? It sounds disgusting.

It's where you put your two fists together. Sometimes followed by the sign of horns. Like a handshake, but more metal.

Like... this.

[Said, as he uses both his hands to fist bump himself. It is slightly less metal when you do it alone.]

You're totally an alien, aren't you?

[COME ON, WHAT EARTH-BASED SENTIENT CREATURE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT A FISTBUMP IS.]

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[ He watches this suspiciously (with what eyes?? no one knows), and there's a sort of awkward harrumph at the suggestion. ]

Cybertronian.

[ And... may as well go for it. He checks the nearby area (side view and rearview mirrors all shift and tilt to help with this), and then transforms. It's immediate, a whirring storm of metal with the accompanying sounds one might expect from a machine reforming itself completely. And then there's Knock Out, crouched and frowning. ]

Let's... get this over with, then. [ He offers out a curled fist like he'd seen Coop use, looking away like he doesn't even want to watch this process. ]

I KNEW IT!

[Although he's basically met parody Transformers before, so this isn't a TOTALLY NEW thing, but hey, you're the first he hasn't had time to piss off to the point of wanting him dead, so!! there's that!!!!

And with that, Coop raises his fist to bump Knock Out's. It's better that Knock Out just... keeps his fist in place, because if they ACTUALLY fist bumped, it would probably result in many, many broken bones.]

Ha ha ha, niiiiiice.

[ He frowns once Coop's done, lifting his hand for inspection like he might see some sort of damage on those sharp metal claws that he calls a hand. Seeing nothing out of place, he directs his suspicion back to Coop. ]

Is that all?

Uh, yeah, I guess. If I had my mech here, I'd say we could go, I dunno, blow up some things.

[But he doesn't. Which might be a good thing, considering Megas is also about seven times bigger than Knock Out, and he wouldn't want to give you some kind of size complex, bro.]

Well, then.

[ He twists around straight, and by the time the motion's completed, it's that flashy red car sitting by the curb again. No need to call too much attention to himself, now that he's done showing off how he has hands. ]

Normally I wouldn't object overly much, but blowing things up somewhere you know nothing about has always struck me as a little idiotic. [ A beat. ] And what's a mech?

Well, it's not Jersey, that's for sure.

[He is 110% confident they could blow up Jersey like seven times over and it'd be fine eventually. He is this positive, because he has done exactly that already.]

A mech's a robot like you, but not alive.

What, do you use the corpses of robots, then? [ why do humans keep doing that?? ]

It's not a corpse, it's more like... a big meat suit. But made of metal. Megas was never alive like you are.

Uh huh. And have you ever considered that that's exceptionally creepy?

...Nope, not really.

[WHY WOULD THAT BE CREEPY, SIR.]

PARTY AT MOM'S HOUSE

sobs deeply

yeah that's right, how dare you not subject-line-talk to me

THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT. 1/2

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fuck it i'm gonna use actual icons HE'S STILL A CAR OK

unforgivable