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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

alice morgan / luther

[vacares]

o2.

[ ah, what a lovely day in Cape Canaveral. the sun is shining, she's just recently been abducted to an alternate universe in which she is presumably now to remain for the forseeable future and they're offering her free beverages. there's travelling and then there's this, and Alice has always been one to do things in style.

well, she's got time. plenty of it if inferences are to be believed. so, since today is a day of excitement on the part of the natives, and since she has days and weeks and who knows how much longer to explore the place, she may just as well make the best of the moment to get a feel for the people: those like herself, those people who have found themselves fishes out of water, left with no option but to grow legs or flop about on the shore until they die... doesn't much matter which. she's on the prowl, decked out in a smart pantsuit a trifle too hot for the climate with her jacket and coat draped over one arm to cover her tattoo and a delicate smile on her face, ensemble all coming together to gently suggest it's my first day, so long as a person knows what to look for. first test.

anyone will do, so long as they're sporting a tattoo (or are interesting enough besides), and Alice makes her approach without any fuss, pausing alongside her chosen target to enquire without any real introduction: ] Do you have the time?

wildcard

[ new place, new rules, new communicator... there's more than one way to get to know the population, and one of those would be the often undervalued art of digital communication. so. time to cast a line. ]

Are there any powers that make you feel uncomfortable? Any hidden strength that could make you wary of a friend? From what I understand there's no real telling what someone might end up with on arrival here. It begs the question.

ahhh I love Alice! Also #2

[envy_the_nayme]

[There are things Max Payne doesn't like: bright sunlight while he has a hangover, Florida, attention from complete strangers who seem convinced that he's some kind of big deal, and being slapped with a tattoo like an item getting barcoded at the supermarket after getting zapped into some Twilight Zone version of the 1950s. And wouldn't you know it, all of those things are happening today.

So it's a fairly rumpled and confused Max who blinks in response to Alice's question. She's not the only one who's dressed a bit too warm for Florida- Max's suit is suitable for a New Jersey winter, an urgently-needed trip to the dry cleaner, and not much else.]

Uh, sorry. I just got here, and my watch is still on... Jersey time.

[It's the same time zone, Max.]

oh my gosh other people who've seen this show make me so happy ahhh reaches for

[vacares]

[ oh goodness, bless. it's obvious he's riled (unsurprising too, not everyone's designed to let these sorts of things roll like water off a duck's back), so her amusement is channeled directly into the kind quirk of her smile, a slight shake of her head to wave off any trace of fault.

comfort. grounding. something soft and reassuringly lost, if just sturdy enough to not shed too much unwanted light on the daze he finds himself in. easy. ]

Don't worry. [ I know how you feel: check one. to round it out another clue, a promise of shared experience and the camaraderie it brings, ] I get the feeling we're all going to end up with horrible jet lag whatever our watches say.

reaching back

[envy_the_nayme]

Yeah, you're probably right.

[Max's shoulders heave as he gives a dry, weary chuckle. He looks around them for a second as though expecting someone else. Part of him insists that this woman looks smart, friendly, and generally like she has better sense than to be talking to him. He tries to ignore it.]

You're from England? Or... the U.K., I mean.

[vacares]

[ the U.K., I mean. how politically correct! it makes her laugh, and the sound comes out not in her usual huffed bark but as a muted clear bell that curls perfectly to suit the shape of her smiling mouth. Alice nods, readjusts her arms and extra layers where they're folded across her middle. ]

Yes. Though that's not where I was before... here. I was in Switzerland, actually. Travelling.

[envy_the_nayme]

[Damn it she's charming. Max can't help but smile when she laughs. It feels funny when he does it. The muscles responsible haven't gotten much of a workout in a long time.]

Switzerland, huh? Yeah, heard it's real nice over there.

[Not that Max would know. Most of his life has been spent in the glamorous confines of Jersey, or a dirty, violent version of New York that would make Lady Liberty glad she was always facing out to sea.]

Welcome to America, I guess. [He spreads his hands to indicate the beauty of small-town Florida all around them.] Unless you've been here before.

2.

[czes]

[It's not a particular secret that Czeslaw is new - he's sitting stubbornly poking at his tattoo, looking mystified.

Czes looks like he could be an ordinary 10-year-old in Heropa, aside from the tattoo- button-down shirt, loafers, neatly combed hair. If anything, he's sort of a non-presence, boring and neat.]

Oh, um...! [He glances at his watch.] It's one o'clock, ma'am!

[vacares]

[ there's something particular about it, peculiar. children are awfully good at attracting attention whether or not they mean to. see one alone and people are almost programmed to at least cast a glance, all puzzlement and concern and where's his mother, if not to go over and make a nuisance of themselves which many will also do. so combine that with the boy's attire, with the fact that the whole place is alight with natives eager to take stock of the newcomers, and it strikes Alice that this might be fun.

or nothing. it could very easily also be nothing, but it's worth finding out. ]

Thanks. [ and this would be Alice settling herself down next to him, not really interested in the time anymore, legs crossed, smile light. ] Did you come here alone?

[czes]

[Czeslaw cringes a little when the woman comes nearer, have to fight his panic that still lingers about strange redheads.

It's not her fault. She's concerned for him. Annoying, but expected. Time to play the part. It's been some time for him, but it's the safest thing to do.]

Ennis will come! [Czeslaw all but shouts, then lowers his head.] She wouldn't just leave me alone out here...

[vacares]

[ oh good, the child's distressed. her gaze turns from him out into the crowd, scanning idly the people as they pass. there are a few concerned glances, but the smile and shrug she gives them is enough to turn them away, content that everything's under control.

there's no reason for her to pander to him. she's never seen the point in molly coddling children the way most people seem to do. so, instead, eyes still caught on passers-by: ]

Maybe. Maybe not. But for as long as it takes her to turn up - or not - you're on your own. So— [ so the question, and she casts her eyes back at him to ask it, not kindly or cautiously or with any of the usual trappings of the concerned, but with blunt curiosity - ] What'll you do?

wildcard.

[janebond]

I heard someone here has the ability make others wear Ray-Bans.

I'm very concerned.

[vacares]

Really? God. This place is worse than I thought.

[janebond]

Don't worry, I'll protect you.

[ No, she won't. There's specific type of person who asks these questions, colour her curious. ]

[vacares]

My knight in shining armour. What's your power, Glasses Be Gone?

2.

[indenture]

[ While Harvey is walking, he is usually caught up in his own head, his own thoughts, distracted from the world around him when he's like this. Which means he doesn't notice Alice until moments before she approaches, stopping just short of actually walking into her. ]

Oh -- hi. Sorry. [ He blinks and smiles uneasily. ] The time for what?

[vacares]

[ well, good of him to stop. the reaction tugs a smile up at the corner of her mouth and she swiftly pulls it wider - into something loose, inviting. never say no to an unexpected turn, that's the chief rule. doesn't mean much when lined up against a tendency to break each and every prescribed rule in the book, but in this case? she's happy to oblige. ]

For a stroll. I'm new here and I'd rather not walk the streets alone. Well, not alone - I can see there's a crowd. But company would be nice.

[ a girlish quirk of her head and a tug of her grin, questioning. well? ]

[indenture]

[ Harvey raises his eyebrow at her, but he isn't one to rush back off stage left into the darkness right off the bat. Who is he to deny company to someone requesting it so directly? ]

Can't say I really blame you. You never know who's who in a group like this. For all you know, anyone could be dangerous.

[ Should he offer his arm, or? Well, either way, he nods in response to her head-tilt. ]

wildcard!!

[calling]

It begs a lot of questions, but I don't think I'd start with the magic powers.

!!!!! oh my god

[vacares]

Oh? I think that's exactly where to start. Come on. Play the game.

surprise!

[calling]

I wouldn't call any of this a game, Alice. Even if it was, doesn't look like it's rigged in our favor.

Wildcard

[bindsthedead]

Necromancy. [Slightly hypocritical of her, but Sabriel dislikes the Dead, and anyone who thinks raising them is a good idea.]

[vacares]

That could be a pesky one! Then again, the powers that be might value it if it fell into friendly hands. Profit vs risk.

Not a fan of the walking dead?

[bindsthedead]

There's little profit and a great deal of risk.

And no. There are many Dead where I come from, and all of them prey upon the living. The only appropriate use for necromancy is to force the Dead to truly

[vacares]

[ well. that's interesting. isn't that interesting? and Dead, too, not just dead. worth filing away, worth digging into. but first: ]

So there isn't anyone that would tempt you? If you could bring someone back from the void, or whatever it is that's waiting?

[bitemythumb]

Yes.

[The young man who replies stands out a little, given the chains on his hands and wrists. He's also wearing a strange combination of military breeches and a touristy t-shirt, flip-flops, and a golfer's cap, tilted to an angle in a way that's less jaunty and more frankly disinterested.

Eren has time, sure. Or was that question the other way? She wants to know what the time is, maybe? Hmm. He hasn't heard any bells, so he'll have to hazard a guess. He glances down to see where their shadows fall, and finds that he's got an approximate idea after all.]

It's... three hours past midday, I think.