etcelsior | sure, jan

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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( 02. a wild kirk arrives )

[ Regulation 157, Section 3 (Paragraph 18): Starfleet officers are required to take all necessary precautions to minimize any participation in historical events.

Immersed in a crowd of bustling, cheering onlookers while being hailed as an imPorted hero in what appears to be an divergent reality of the past, Jim has to wonder if Pike isn't doing backflips in his grave. To Jim's credit, he skirts out as often as possible, although it's impossible to check his comm-link without arousing interest and, in the end, he finds there's little point trying to be subtle in the first place.

People know him, people from other worlds outside the nexus of wherever the hell I am where they tell him he's famous for something other than the usual rote excuses. Being fictional? Fine. He can deal with an alternate reality being out there along those lines after meeting Jane Kirk (he hopes his comics and tv series have obscenely high ratings, given the bullshit he and his crew go through it seems only morbidly fair), it's not even overwhelming. His mind is elsewhere, ripping through security protocols and noting each major offense: removing an individual from a planet against their will (considering the welcome Jim is getting, it isn't an uncommon affair), getting involved in the politics of other cultures, interfering with the normal development of alien life or society ... This place is a hot mess. Absolutely nothing sets him at ease, despite his tight smiles. An abduction of a Starfleet captain will do that to a guy.

He's very recognizable in his gold-shirted uniform, a phaser hitched onto his belt and a captain's rank striped on his cuffs. Even if one doesn't know who he is, since he's certainly no Bill Shatner, he remains pleasant despite his disorientation and willing to chat. ]

( 03. captain trash @ divebar )

[ You bet your ass Jim has found a stiff drink. He sits at the bar with a whiskey on the rocks in-hand, idly twisting the subspace frequency dials on his comm-link which lies flipped open on the old wooden counter. It whizzes and hums a bit, but ultimately it gets him nowhere. ]

I swear to God, Spock, if you pick up this call I'll let you skip out on gamma-shifts for a month.

[ Come on, come on, come on ... Please.

He tries vigorously to recall his debates with his First Officer concerning other realities, which they've been tripping over for longer than a lot of people can probably say. This isn't a pocket dimension of my own reality, that would mean only variables I'm familiar with would be here. Not the case. Isn't a derivative of any one place, no matter what it looks like — it's a nexus. A holding cell between universes, the result of a violent breech in temporal activity, maybe a state of temporal flux phasing in and out of the spacetime continuum. Jim rubs the bridge of his nose and knocks back a swig of his drink, clearing his throat after and thinking of Spock Prime, lost somewhere outside the Beta Reality he created, forever separated from Jim and the rest of the erased crew from the Alphaverse. His fingers twist a delicate balance on the comm-link, the small screen lighting up with a brief flare as he attempts to access subspace tremors. Anything. Mostly, he looks like a guy screwing up his phone's brightness settings.

I am so fucked. ]

( ooc: down with fourth-walling the 60's show since it's mentioned in so many other canons, but please not jim's own movies! )

[Manabu had full intention to just keep walking, having spent a good five minutes trying to get the bar tender to just. just put the drink on the bartop, not in his hands. and to wait for him to put the money card on the bartop, not reach for it.

this is exhausting, but this is the one drink or food item that hasn't been accidentally flung in his face and he's going to cherish it, even if it turns out to taste like motor oil! and that's exactly what he means to do, wanting to find a spot that's not–]

...Eh–? [wait, though.

Manabu stops, as his heart almost does, to lean back and see over the man's shoulder at the item on the counter.]

That's! [standard issue from SDF HQ? oh thank goodness there's finally some evide–

wait. he startles again, this time weighted with disappointment.] ...Oh, oh, no, it's not.

[definitely not. stupid, how could he even think that (can you blame a guy for some extra wishful thinking?)?]

[ Glancing over his shoulder, Jim hitches up a polite smile and inclines himself on the barstool to let the other man take a look at the comm-link. It remains in his hands, but he doesn't bother hiding it (is there any point in this place?) as he gives it a wiggle. ]

See something familiar?

Ah, well– [Manabu straightens when he's looked at, but quickly relaxes and smiles weakly, sheepishly.] I thought I did, but I think it was just my mind playing tricks on me.

[his shoulders shrug up quick, head tilting.] When everything's so different, you'll look for anything to seem like something you know, right?

[maybe. it could just be him.]

Completely. So you use communicators like these where you're from, not just phones?

[ At least someone here is from a relatively advanced society, tech-wise. Letting this guy slip through his fingers is the last thing he wants. ]

More than phones, actually. [he nods a little, shifting his weight of the last step he'd taken away.] It's the only way to keep connected when you're in a vacuum.

[he only let's half a beat pass before he winces a little.] That is– in space, I mean. [space travel isn't a thing here, apparently; it's hard to keep that in mind.]

Struggling?

[ hello Kirk and welcome to a smartly dressed, smartly spoken British woman taking a barstool pew to your right, asking after something that's none of her business and seeming utterly intent on the answer. her smile is bright, crisp, and she turns her head only slightly to ask the bartender for a "water, please. ice." before her focus is back, shared between him and glancing with undisguised curiosity over his arm at the device he's twiddling in his hands. ]

[ People-watching has got to be one of Kasumi's favorite pastimes, especially now that she's in a weird dimension-slash-clusterfuck of dimensions, filled with people from everywhere. Hell, she's met people here who've never even been out to space (the poor souls).

What catches her eye, as she sits in the corner of the bar (divebars aren't her typical scene, but she tends to find the most interesting people here), is the tech this guy with the whiskey is fiddling around with. It's certainly not something from this world, so she comes to the conclusion that it's something from wherever this guy came from, much like her omni-tool. She approaches, tentatively and quietly, as is her nature, and then slips onto the bar stool next to his. ]

I don't know who Spock is, but he probably won't be answering anytime soon.

[The tall, severe-looking blond woman in a blue military uniform next to him glances in his direction with a frown. She orders two whiskeys, both for herself.]

Complaining to your phone typically doesn't make the person on the other end pick up.

sure, jan

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