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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

Captain Raymond Holt | Brooklyn Nine-Nine

[midsoup]

3)

[Holt is adjusting to these strange new circumstances as well as one could be expected to. He's currently examining the wares of a consumer electronics store, on the hunt for a new smartphone to supplement the government-issued communicator. Having just one personal electronic organizer strikes him as foolhardy to the point of recklessness.

The model he is currently viewing is more 'smart' than it might appear. It is roughly the size and shape of a generous brick, and weighs enough that Holt is already mentally calculating whether or not it could be covered under Florida's weapons bylaws as a blunt object. However, when he finds the hologram projection function, the phone's true beauty appears. A blue three-dimensional diagram rotates in front of his face: a table, figures, regression functions.]

Three-dimensional statistical analysis. Fully interactive. It's... breathtaking.

[Said with the energy of a woodblock, yet the sincerity of a prayer.]


wildcard- Anything you want!

[quantifies]

[Croach is also shopping for a new phone, as there was an unfortunate incident with an incontinent poodle at his job earlier today. The poodle will never be the same.]

It is impressive technology for this time period, but I would rather have a device programmed with the artificial intelligence that is common on my planet.

[midsoup]

[Raymond looks at Croach. He looks at the smartphone. He shuts off the hologram. Then he looks a Croach again.

Then he speaks.]

You're not human.

[Holt is deeply shocked by this Martian encounter... although he's still speaking in the voice of a man ordering a coffee at 12 AM.]

[quantifies]

[Croach can sense that this human is surprised. Because he has twenty-eight senses, and that's a lot.]

I am from G'loot Proktaw.

[midsoup]

I've... never heard of G'loot Proktaw. Where is it?

[First instinct of a detective on encountering new information like this: start asking questions.]

[quantifies]

[This part is always vaguely annoying.]

You would designate it Mars. That is the word humans use for it, as they cannot correctly pronounce its true name.

[seminars]

[ she's not in the store to get a new phone, but rather in a futile attempt to find a charger for the dying battery of her old one. who cares if it somehow hadn't been able to make a simple call to new york? she wasn't going to stop trying until it did and she didn't want her shot at getting through to be thwarted by a dead battery.

while amy's arguing with the shopkeeper, her ears pick up on a very familiar monotone voice that makes her trail off mid-sentence as she desperately scans the store for — aha! it was captain holt after all! a wide smile breaks out onto her face as she stares in his direction before the neglected employee snaps her back to attention (and to normal, rather than looking like a smiling lunatic). she waves him off for the time being, suddenly focused on a different, more important priority: going to greet the captain.

play it cool, santiago. sure it seems like it's just herself and the captain who've seemingly turned up in some kind of weird pseudo-florida, but that's all the more reason to remain calm and professional. she needs to keep her composure and act as one of new york's finest if it's going to be up to her to partner up with holt to find their way out of here.

she takes a deep breath, posturing herself to stand taller before she approaches him. ]

Captain! [ aaand she's already looking way too eager to have spotted him. lbr, there is literally no version of this scenario where she can play it cool. ]

[midsoup]

Santiago.

[If Holt is surprised at all to see one of his subordinates here in alternate-Florida, he certainly isn't showing it. It helps that she is acting extremely Santiago-ish. No one else on the planet looks this happy when they see him, including Kevin and Cheddar.]

When did you get here?

[He deactivates the hologram and sets down the phone to give Amy his full attention.]

[seminars]

[ ooh boy, his full attention. consider her both honoured and a little anxious! this is good though. this is cool. they could bond over this. ]

Just now! I mean, not literally just now. It wasn't like I was wasting ti— [ wait no, better stop before she starts rambling and puts her foot in her mouth. could he tell that she was happy to see him? it's never easy to gauge from his expression alone. ]

I was scouting the area. Trying to get information. [ smooth recovery. ] What about you, sir?

[midsoup]

[Relax Santiago. Please. Before you rupture something.]

I was buying a phone. I believe I have found one.

[He holds it up to show her.]

It has an integrated statistical analysis suite, yet no emojis. I feel this reflects good prioritizing on the part of the designers.

[seminars]

An excellent choice. Very practical. [ she's not even faking looking suitably impressed, but then again, holt could probably hold up a brick and she'd commend him on the practicality of it as well. there is one thing though— ]

Although, did you not get one handed to you as well upon arrival?

[centurian]

[ Wow. Just...

If the man had just prefaced his words with his emotion, he might have mistaken him for an Elcor. ]

I've seen better.

[ Not to brag or anything.

Actually, that's a lie. He might be bragging a little. ]

[midsoup]

[Raymond raises an eyebrow at the man's claim. Better than interactive holographic statistics? Can such things truly exist?]

If there are better phones than this in the store- [He holds up his new favourite thing in the world.] -I would appreciate you pointing them out to me.

[viced]

[ Electronic sensitivity was not the sort of thing that you could really tell people about. The fact that he could hear the phone moments before it sprang to life wasn't what he wanted to say to the new person.

Although he couldn't hear it in his voice, he could tell there was something. There had to be, right? Not sarcastic, simply fact. Dry.

Huh. ]

That's not even half of what that thing does, if I remember right. [ He said. He felt like a salesman. ] Shit, I'm not trying to sell you anything, I have one.

[midsoup]

[Raymond is intrigued by Mitch's claim, and it shows on his... lack of expression. But seriously, he is so stoked by this.]

I'm interested. What other functions does it have?

[viced]

Well...

[ He held out a hand, to show him, pointing along the side. ]

These buttons allow you to remotely control different functions when you program them. [ I'm literally making this up. ] You can set it to turn up the garage door, or start your car, or get your computer booted up remotely. Kind of nice, if you live anywhere but Florida, where you need that kind of thing.

[midsoup]

That's incredible. So if I want to turn on my PC, I would input its IP address here...

[Holt is getting the hang of this function distressingly quickly. His fingers move slowly but precisely across the interface as he sets it up.]

...and it's on. I can access my hard drive. My notes and spreadsheets- at the tip of my fingers.

[He looks up at Mitch, his face suggestive of a very reserved, low-key Wookie Life Debt incoming.]

Thank you for showing me this.

[viced]

Yeah, ah, of course.

[ Mitchell nodded in appreciation. He had his own way of doing all the things these sorts of things did, but he knew most people didn't. After all, he had the advantage with technology, and he knew it. If he could spread a little bit in different directions -- without compromising his powers -- he'd do so. ]

Mitchell Hundred, by the way. [ He extended a hand. ] Your resident asshole with a Blackberry addiction -- except this is way better.

[siriusly]

[and it's not long for this world; Manabu's standing closeby, but facing the shelving opposite, curiously pressing a button on something that looks kind of like tech he's seen back home.

it interrupts the holograms on Holt's device and ultimately powers them down; Manabu's device beeps proudly about it, but from his perspective, nothing's really changed.]

...Huh.

[midsoup]

My statistics.

[Holt is momentarily crestfallen, staring at the phone as though to interrogate it for this sudden failure. He tries to reactivate the holo, to no avail. Thinking it over for a moment, Holt notices a possible connection- that beeping behind him. He turns around.]

Excuse me. What are you doing over there?

[siriusly]

[the prompt goes unanswered for half a beat, until Manabu realizes nobody's responding to that. so that means...]

Oh, what? [he looks over, blinking, his finger still hovering over the button. it turns to point at himself.] Me?

[midsoup]

Yes, you.

[Holt stands up straighter (insofar as that is physically possible for him) and steps toward Manabu, turning on a bit of Captainy intimidation.]

You pressed a button, and then my test of this device was interrupted. What did you do?

[siriusly]

[this is the kind of thing Manabu's way too familiar with – and well enough to know he ought to take this a bit more seriously! though...he's not sure why.

he gulps, straightening up out of habit.]

Well, uh...I just... [his eyes wince.] Exactly what you said, pretty much. I pushed a button. That's all.

[upfront]

Same.

[ Detective Rosa Diaz sounds only a little less dispassionate than the man she is, vaguely, speaking to. In pure, stonefaced defiance of the Florida heat, she wears the same leather jacket and dark jeans she showed up in, though it's been a few days since her arrival in Heropa. She's here to find a replacement for a printer. (There was an incident.)

In other words, same old, same old, except that she's demolishing electronics in another universe where people wear poodle skirts unironically. Rosa can't tell whether that's worse or better than wearing poodle skirts ironically, which is a dilemma she has never had to consider the existence of before. It's weird and she doesn't like it. She also doesn't like that Holt is here, judging from the back of his head and unmistakable deadpan. It has nothing to do with any like or dislike of Holt himself; she doesn't buy the story about time stopping, and she doesn't feel good about the fact that someone's taken more than one of them here, even if they're telling the truth. (Which they're not.) What the hell is going to happen to the nine nine if more of them start showing up? What's already happening?

Anyway. By the time Rosa speaks, she's done with this contemplation and has already walked over to address her boss. She's also taken off her sunglasses. ]

Captain. [ That's about all she needs. But... ] You're here.

LEAH \o/

[midsoup]

Detective Diaz.

[This is the most emotionally demonstrative reunion in the history of reunions.]

Yes, I'm here. It seems you are here as well.

[Pause. Holt is sometimes (frequently) uncertain how to interact with his fellow officers/subordinates/friends outside of the precinct. Interacting with them outside of Brooklyn, not to mention the universe, doesn't really help the situation.]

How... are you doing?