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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

jack frost ❄ rise of the guardians

[icy]

2a.

[ 'Ugh, it's so cold!' 'If I wanted snow and ice I'd move to Canada!' With a flat expression, Jack — Jack Frost, yes — sips his free milkshake amidst the kerfuffle, the meet n' greet far more fun to watch going on around him from his perch atop his staff, heads and shoulders above everyone else. Is the chilly drop in temperature his fault? Maybe. Could he stop the brisk breeze if he wanted to? Sure. But now he won't. ]

And this would be why I don't visit the sunshine states. Rude.

[ Sluuuuurp. There goes the last of his banana shake, alas. ]


2b.

[ At some point, he drops his file. In his defense, Jack hasn't been accustomed to carting around more than his own staff for three centuries, so when it slips out of his hoodie (rolled up and very prone to doing so) and splats all over the floor, he keeps chatting to people animatedly and doesn't look back.

It reads:
NAME: JACKSON OVERLAND FROST
ALIAS: "JACK FROST"
AGE: 318
OCCUPATION: SPIRIT OF WINTER
SUPERPOWER: WEATHER PHENOM

And so on, and so forth. Be a good passer-by and return it! ]

2b!

[heavyhitter]

[ Sure, she'll return it! She'll definitely return it, being the upstanding citizen that she is. But not before slinking away to go take a seat not too far off and read through everything (once she realizes that he's definitely not going to notice her scraping together those pages, anyway).

What she sees is definitely worthy of an eyebrow raise, and becomes the only reason she actually does decide to return it, rather than just toss it or see what the going price for a genuine imPort file is. The 318 year old Spirit of Winter sounds like a great guy to have a chat with. She heads over, already smiling brightly, and doesn't mind at all sliding into whatever conversation he's in the middle of. ]

Hey! So, weather phenom. What's that even mean?

[icy]

[ Blanching when he hears that, something that only Old Hills ever called him by, he stares at the stranger for a moment before a wide white grin cuts into place as he paces over, blue eyes flicking to the pages in her hand. Ah. ]

It means you clearly know who that belongs to, ma'am. Can I take that back?

[ Glancing behind, since he isn't sure where along the way he lost it. Whoops. ]

[heavyhitter]

Sure!

[ She says it brightly, in the kind of tone someone would use if they were about to hand it over... then gives no sign of doing so. It stays half folded over in one hand. ]

Is Overland actually a middle name?

[icy]

It's a long story. [ Dismissed too, since it merits more than a casual chat in the street with a stranger. Jackson still doesn't sound exactly right.

He folds up that page and stuffs it away at the back, rolling up the file to put in his hoodie. ] Just Jack is fine. What's your name, sorry?

2b

[audiofile]

[ Good passer-by, you say? You're in luck. Aelita's doing her best to stay as un-chatty as possible for the time being but the sound of papers scattering is distinctive. ]

Excuse me, but someone dropped their file--

[ ...318 years old. And here Aelita thought her extra ten year gap was huge. ]

[icy]

Huh? [ Sliding his hand into his hoodie's pocket, he blinks widely after a moment and turns around as the words register. ] Oh, thanks! I completely forgot I had that thing. Slippery little guy.

[ Especially when balanced on icy fabric. ]

[audiofile]

[She glances at the file again briefly before handing it back - don't wanna be too nosy after all - and looks at its owner.

Its very frost covered owner. Interesting.]

Not a problem, though I'd keep a better eye on it if I were you. I'd hate to see the wrong person get their hands on it.

[icy]

Really? What would they do with information on me, steal my identity? [ Nevertheless, he stuffs the file away in his hoodie. ] That'd be interesting to see.

[ He'd love to watch people pretending to be him, as a matter of fact. Kids at Halloween? Cosplayers? Yes, please, anything that isn't another crappy movie remake with a forty year old man in it. Taking what he can get has been his mantra for so long that finally being seen by people here is like eating too much of a good thing at once. ]

A

[hands4healing]

[Winry shivers, ducking her head slightly against the wind. Which just whips her hair into her eyes and makes her whine as she tries to pull it back out of her face.]

Sunshine state?

[He probably wasn't talking to her, but Winry glances at him anyway.]

[icy]

Florida! Nice and sunny, not a speck of ice in sight. [ Glancing back!! ] Unless you count me.

[ Since he isn't melting and his clothes are littered in ice. ]

[hands4healing]

[Winry pointedly looks at the frozen condensation on his malt glass.]

And your glass!

[icy]

[ Said glass is frozen solid, drink and all, once his staff taps the table upon which it rests. ]

Not mine and now it's not just frosty, it's modern art too.

2a.

[deosil]

[ Something other than the sudden nip in the air carded its chilling fingers down the length of her spine. A chill more like an instinctual crick to her neck as she turned her head to hear something that wasn't a sound per se, but a reaction to something only she seemed to pick up on.

Chise ducked further behind her booth behind the crowd and whispered under her breath, Sing, sing lullaby of the night. A ring of hollies. Tenfold and twentyfold.

A little spell like flipping a switch as she holds out her hand and is startled to see a blast of frosty air form around her fingers. Ambient magic. That boy in the blue hoodie was more than what he seemed. ]

Excuse me.

[ Chise took the plunge and walked up to boy at the other booth sucking down what was left of his banana milkshake. Wringing her hands as she tried to say something. ]

Are you a fairy?

[ Nailed it. ]

[icy]

[ He chokes on the last dregs of his milkshake, hooking an arm around the back of the booth's pleather seating to turn and get a better look at whoever just called him a fairy. ]

What? No. [ Thumping his chest, Jack clears his throat hoarsely. ] Why do you ask?

[deosil]

[ She flushed slightly at his reaction and wanted more than anything to sink back into her own seat. Or under a rock. ]

You look like an elemental. [ Her answer was said a bit more flatly without stammering through the response. Fairies typically liked to yank her chain so if her hunch was an accurate one she needed to shore up a little more backbone. ]

2a

[bleakmidwinter]

[Meet and greets. Not really Caitlin's thing, which is why she's less meeting and greeting and more finding a corner and standing in it. But she overhears Jack speaking, and she can put things together.]

You affect the weather?

[icy]

[ Turning around and, oh. He hitches up a friendly smile. ]

Yeah. I'd shake your hand but you might not like it. [ So says the ice evident all over his hoodie and pants, anyway. Some of the others didn't like his cold-as-death touch, so the grip that isn't wrapped around his staff is now firmly in his hoodie pocket. ] Jack Frost, hi.

[ The cutting comments of others are being met with icy ignorance to prove he doesn't care, but here and now he stays neutral in his welcome. Using his full name seems like a good idea too, considering all the people that can now see him and where he is. ]

[bleakmidwinter]

[She can empathize with that, in a weird way. Assuming his abilities are primarily cold-based as well, which - judging from his skin tone - they might well be, then... well. She hasn't really come to terms with her powers yet, but she suspects touching someone when they're active wouldn't be pleasant for anyone.

Right now, though, her skin is pink and warm like it should be, no indication that it could be anything else.] Dr. Snow. Caitlin.

2b i don't wanna be here get me out

[flightsuit]

[It doesn't take long for Hiccup to notice the change in weather. Because Vikings don't exactly bask in heated weather, namely because it's not exactly familiar. He hadn't minded it at all at first but after spending weeks in a place that didn't head into the negatives on a thermometer, he realized he's missed his nine months of winter. So when he senses that chill, he's a bit relieved even if he isn't wearing the proper clothes for it, having gotten used to being more casual in jeans and a t-shirt.

Toothless has a little more to complain about when the sudden drop of temperature in the air makes the fountain cool down, forcing the fish he'd been attempting to claw at swim down far away from the surface.

Chuckling at his whimpering dragon, Hiccup shakes his head as he turns, muttering a come on, bud, just as he notices something slip to the floor.]

Uh, hey, wait, you — ! [Calling out to the stranger with the white hair, he stumbles over, leaning down to grab at the fallen file just as his eyes catch the name on it: Jack Frost. Jack Frost. It almost seems familiar, as Hiccup repeats the name in his head, rising up from the ground as his mind thinks on it.]

Jokul Frosti ... ?

hiccup's mantra tbh

[icy]

[ He's busy saying goodbye to a bunch of kids who now have armfuls of snowballs to run around with in the Florida sunshine (that's definitely a good idea, shut up) when he hears his name, and then the one that stuck in his throat the first time he read about it. A Jack Frost long, long before he came around.

Blue eyes widen at the taller man holding ... oh, shit, the file. Feeling like exercising a little showmanship, a crackle of ice rushes ahead of his feet as he slides over, hand out. ]

That'd be me, yeah, and that'd be mine. Thanks. Myth buff?

[flightsuit]

[He gets distracted by the surprise of the name enough that he almost doesn't notice the white haired stranger approach. Eyes switching between the file and fairly icy blue eyes as he still tries to register the identity, he finally gives it up, setting it in the held out hand.]

Uh, not quite. Maybe. I've heard stories about you. I mean, him. You? I'm not really sure if — are you really Jokul Frosti?

[Not that he'd be surprised by it. He's met Thor. He's met Loki. There were bound to be more identities he's only ever heard stories about wandering through this city.]

2b

[foreshadower]

[ Some people didn't show the signs of feeling the cold.

Those people were shadow-based immortals who were probably a bit more interested in jack frost. Or rather, the interesting person who was doing something interesting.

Like perching on a staff. Wasn't that odd? And interesting.

Shade seemed to walk around it, for a moment, looking interested ]

My, that takes some balance. Even with that... wind, yes?

2b

[keystaff]

[Of course, Sakura is just as new. Just as lost as Jack is, wondering just where to go, what to do in this strange new place. But then, she sees the file slip out of the -- old man? The hair gives her pause for a moment as she scrambles to pick it up before it might blow away, so she can return it. These things seem important, after all.

Jack might hear approaching footsteps as the girl runs up from behind.]

E-excuse me? You dropped it!

2a

[exchangesfor]

[Toothiana feels the cold first. Turning her head to look for the source, her face lights up when she sees him]

Jack!

[she flies over to him, clasping her hands in front of her in relief]

You're here!