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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1/2.

[His skin was trying to crawl off. He was keeping his expression in check, judging scowl in place as he left the government agents and entered the brave new world. But, under that? The feeling was definitely his skin trying to crawl off. Which was good, really. Having something to focus on, something to fight and bury, was helpful. One solid task to keep to kept the panic from creeping in. Aliens and other dimensions were old news to his clearance level, but getting thrown into it? Tossed off Earth? Well, if asked he'd say it was above his pay grade. He'd just obey this government's orders and deal. But as it was? As it really was?

Skin. Crawling. Still, he could scowl for the cameras instead of pulling a gun and shooting. For now.

No. No comment. Just- can I get through, here?

3.

[Well, he had to give them credit for this one. Even Stark hadn't gone and started openly defying gravity for the masses. He was still firmly on the ground at the moment, sitting on the grass in a park, weight resting on his wrists as he leaned back, legs stretched before him. He left it to the dumbass teens to fly around above head, letting him store all the pros and cons of their chosen method of transport. Pro: above the ground, able to sail above most humans. Con: not so far above some humans they couldn't reach up and smack you out of the air. May could kill a man on one of those from a hundred paces, he was sure. Clearly it would need some modifications before he really thought about getting one...

But not everyone was up in the air. He was rudely reminded of that fact as he was forced to offer a weak quirk of a smile to the passer-by bumping into his sprawled out legs.]

Hey, there. Watch yourself.

[Skye spots him from behind, from across the park. She wouldn't be able to mistake that silhouette anywhere. She debates for a moment the merits of just going on with her day, of walking past and not engaging. That's what a sensible person would do. But she can't leave well enough alone, when it comes to Ward. So she approaches-- carefully, walking silently, like he taught her to, stopping a few metres behind him out of arm's reach. Even though it would be difficult for him to turn around and grab her from his position sitting down on a park bench, she isn't taking any chances.]

Well well. Look what the cat dragged in. I was wondering what rock you'd crawled under. Enjoying the quiet life, Ward?

[He'd been here before. He'd even seen the paperwork, looked at what little there was on the 'network.' But there's no accounting for what he'd gotten up to face to face around the world. No telling what had been said over burner phones or drop boxes. He really wasn't the type to keep a diary and all. And it was one thing to have a past. Everyone had a past. Some people just had slightly more tangled ones. This, though, the missing chunks? It was a little too close to Coulson for comfort.

So there were more than the normal reasons to turn and look at the sound of that voice. If anyone around Cold War 2.0 would have been keeping tabs the last time he'd been around, it'd be her. And they were so nicely out in the open, kids and grandmas and all kinds of collateral damage close by. So there's no reason to offer anything other than a casual mock of a salute from his seat in greeting.]

Good to see you too, Skye. Nice to know someone's been thinking of me.

[Eughh. Gross. Her skin crawls.]

Thinking how glad I was you'd decided to skip town, maybe. What, couldn't hack it in a city where everyone knows exactly what you are?

sure, jan

Grant Ward | Agents of SHIELD

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