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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

[expatriates]

Emotional attachments.

[ If she had to guess. It's their mess. She's not cleaning it up unless it becomes her problem, or they ask her to. Crinkling her nose, she straightens and shakes her head. Veto-ing that bread. She's moving on, grabbing the one she'd had before and settling for it. ]

Red or white? [ Wine, obviously, which is the next row over. ]

[fistmele]

Ducklings, [ he repeats, like that kind of explains everything. He pulls a face that can't exactly be called flattering but is at least acquiescing, grabbing a small package of sesame bagels and dumping it into the basket too. ]

They're still pretty green.

[ Observation. He scratches his jaw, thinking that one over. ]

How about beer?

[expatriates]

They'll get over it when they put him down. [ Or their optimism will prove Natasha and Clint's methods wrong. Either outcome is one she's interested in, honestly. Steve has her challenging her more deeply-ingrained beliefs lately, waiting to see how it all pans out.

Stopping at the end of the beer and wine aisle, she sizes up a couple bottles, as if she hadn't heard Clint's response. She grabs a bottle of red and stows it in the basket before moving to the beer. For later. She knows how to compromise. ]

[fistmele]

[ Clint makes another noise that's a little too high pitched to be a grunt. He views the world through a slightly differently shaped lens — second chances are kind of a thing, for him — but HYDRA isn't really his business right now. He's not adverse to waiting for an outcome.

Clint's the one who grabs up the six pack, fingers punching through the pre-cut fingerholes in the cardboard crating. ]

Still no sign of Coulson?

[ He asks, like, once a month. Clint doesn't really bother to be subtle about it, though chances would be that he's the one who'd see it. Hawkeye. More than a name. Etc, etc. ]

[expatriates]

Not even a coat tail.

[ Stepping over, she pulls one of the bottles out of the pack, looking it over. Deciding she's good with the beer selection, she grabs another six pack, then looks over at him. ]

Kinda makes you wonder if we can take their word for it.

[ Truthfully, she isn't concerned. If she were, she wouldn't have humored it this long. Coulson back from the dead and running a team like this one is the weirdest fucking thing she's heard all year, so she doesn't expect someone to make that up if they were trying to con someone. ]