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etcelsior2015-01-30 02:34 pm
maskormods) wrote in etcelsior2015-01-30 02:34 pm
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.
richie gecko | from dusk till dawn: the series
01.) [ the heavy wooden doors of carlos's club had only just closed behind seth, the sound seeming more deafening than it should be, and echoing louder in the empty club than it probably ought to, depsite the fairly decent acoustics. he's closed his eyes, like the finality of it was a physical blow he'd flinched away from. it wouldn't be the first time he was completely without his big brother - after all, he'd spent that lovely little vacation out in the woods before pritchard came to fetch him. but it'd be the first time seth actually left him. not threatened to, not talked about it like it was going to happen - actually left. "abandoned", richie's mind echoes, but he knows that's unfair. it's not seth that broke up the gecko brothers. he'd wanted to go, sure - richie didn't want to think of stupid, hot-headed seth with his bad tactics and terrible choice in heist partners heading back out into the world, and doubtlessly, to another job or five hundred without richie there to watch his back. but the world wasn't just richie and seth anymore. not after all of this. and hadn't been, for longer than he thinks either of them wants to admit.
but he'd said "don't bother". it should be certain, in his head, that seth doesn't mean it. should be, but it isn't. it stung, and seth was gone before richie's mind could rebound enough to respond. he could have pulled something over his head, run out after him, waited until dusk and gone with. but things had changed, and all this? it was only the beginning. there was still more to do, and there was santanico, and the fact that all of this had started to feel like it fit, like he needed to be a part of it. for the first time in a while, richie felt strong. stable, and able to take care of himself. as much as he'd looked after seth before, gone to extreme lengths to keep his brother safe (the only one he'd ever really had - blood), it spoke very little of how well richie felt things were kept together. like there wasn't something he needed to figure out, keep his eye on, prepare for. but even all that, over seth?
well, he hadn't really had time to consider what his choice actually was, and why, because, when he opens his eyes again, it's to a lab, remnants of a bright blue light just fading. the rest happens in a blur; people in military uniforms talking, richie's head feeling light and dizzy, getting shuffled elsewhere and looking down at something that stings at his wrist, only to find a new tattoo there. and then, there's the sidewalk, and the city. his neck cranes as richie's eyes lift to skim up the buildings, and look out over what's obviously a military base. are those palm trees? since when does mexico have palm trees on the texas border? this isn't cancun, but everything sure does smell like dead fish and way too much sunlight. and tourism. so much tourism.
for about a full minute, richie's slowly turning around in a circle, ignoring the people around him, to try to figure out what the actual fuck this is and where the shit he ended up in, or what weird hallucination this is supposed to be, and what dark corner of his mind decided florida was an appropriate place to go to. there's people shouting about files (something that was shoved into his hand a moment ago, along with a briefcase that seems fairly heavy, ignored for the moment), cars, "imports" and free malts. free malts?
that's about when it occurs to him, as he squints over to the call of free malts, narrowing his eyes against the sun. he's not burning up. or dissolving into a cloud of dust. not that he has a whole lot of experience or knowledge about how that happens, but it sort of seemed like an 'on contact, instantaneously" sort of gig. yeah, that should be happening, but it's not. ]
Huh. [ he lifts a hand to look over it, wiggling his fingers some in the sunlight, looking normal as ever, save for the fact there isn't a hole in his hand anymore. well. okay. vampirism is weird, but whatever, he'll take it. ]
Cool.
[ that's it. time to get a malt. he'll be going for strawberry. ]
02.) [ now that a malt has been acquired, richie's found a booth to settle himself into, placing the briefcase that was handed to him down on the table carefully, his file on top of it. a moment passes as he sips at the malt's straw (sure does look 27 going on 11), peering closely at the file contents. one thing he knows - no surprise. one thing that's convenient. one thing that seems like a joke, but honestly? not complaining. it's flipped closed and slid to the side, before his hands go to the clasp on the briefcase, and eventually, he pries the lid open... a little shocked at what's chilling out inside. there is an albino snake, something viper-looking, with too prominent red veins showing beneath its scales, and it is very casually sliding out of the briefcase, no big deal, snake in a box, he travels like this all the damn time, you feel? ]
What the fuc-- woah. [ richie near on shoves the briefcase, jerking back from it, but having enough presence of mind to hold it still rather than... fling it across the room into someone's face. that would be Bad. though, because his hand is still on the case, the snake takes the opportunity to climb over his wrist, wrapping under and around richie's suit-clad forearm, beginning to crawl up him in a very familiar sort of way, that probably isn't a sight most people want to experience in polite society. not that richie often has much concern about his image in polite society, but, can we... not do this right now? ] Nono, not here--
[ omfg, trying not to knock his malt over, but also trying to pry a big ass, ancient aztec legend snake off of his now bicep before it tries to crawl into his mouth, because, believe it or not, this is a legitimate concern. he's actually not really sure how the snake got out of him in the first place? look, the last several hours of richie's life have been like a very convuloted acid trip. snake swallowing hadn't been on the agenda when he woke up that morning, but, you know, shit happens. now, he's trying direct the snake back towards the briefcase, but it doesn't seem to have much interest in going back into its fancy snake-box. though, as his mind churns on what the fuck is my sort of demi-goddess sort of girlfriend's blood snake doing in my briefcase, the normality that has been cape canaveral so far is starting to bleed a little back into... the not so normality of the last several hours. and he might be squinting a little closer at the snake, tilting his head like he can look it in the eyes as if it's a person. aaaand talking to it. muttering, at least. ] Can you... hear me?
[ worth a shot. the answer, however, is: no, richie. she can't fucking hear you. it's a fucking snake, not a walkie-talkie. the snake isn't about to talk to you either, you loser. ]
01!!
not normal, no, but definitely explainable.
richie spinning, muttering, letting his freak flag fly. now, that's weird, seemingly lacking cause.
absolutely worth investigating. ]
[ helena strides over to richie, all confidence and light interest, arms crossed more for sass purposes than defensive ones. she squirks an eyebrow and offers him a half-smile. when she speaks, her tone maintains an easy casualness. ] Having trouble finding your center of gravity?
[ y'know, with the spinning. ]
!!!!
freak flag flying is pretty accurate, though, and richie actually seems surprised, for a moment, that there's some hot woman standing around chatting with him. these things usually only happen in weird snake-vampire visions, okay. so for a second he's blinking from his hand, over to her, and then glancing behind him to check for someone else she might be talking to.
nope? okay, sure. ]
Something like that. It'll come around. [ he speaks mildly, as if commenting on the weather. it's a good thing the porter saw fit to give him a nice copy of the suit he was wearing before - sans the giant bloody puddle decorating the front. looking a little dazed is a blessing compared to what this could've looked like. he tilts his head up to hear, curious, and watches for a second; taking note of the confidence, the nonchalance, the pointedly inclusion of sass. it's hard to tell if she's as new as the others pouring onto the street with him, or a seasoned veteran to this thing. ]
You don't seem to be having the same problem. Any advice?
02
Yeah, I hear you- whoa dude, is that a snake?! That's a wicked looking snake.
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No, it's a peacock. [ ew. offspring. kate is the only acceptable offspring. besides, he's pretty sure this one is like 12 and kate is almost 18 ] It's the Sasak Ukib.
[ shut up, richie, its a fucking old snake, don't pretend you're special. meanwhile, the snake is trying to get inside richie's jacket and he has one hand repeatedly redirecting it. omfg, stop. ]
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