sure, jan

[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

irene adler ♕ bbc's sherlock (reposting closer to app date!)

[herrin]

( ooc: would prefer no fourth-walling because that could get dreadfully confusing considering the number of adaptations that are out there for sherlock holmes. )

two.

( compared to the rest of the new arrivals that seemed to be getting the full paparazzo treatment, irene adler seems to hardly stand out at all - and that suits her just fine. her white work suit was a bit upscale, but no one could mistake it for any kind of costume. instead, she was observing the spectacle, a folder tucked neatly under one arm - hers, put away for the moment while she could ponder the idea of powers and their existence in the rational world she knew.

or at least, that was the plan. pity, then, that a young boy passing her by caught a glimpse of her wrist and the tattoo there and rushed up to her, autograph book in hand. Please? I almost have them all! he begged in a childish type lisp, and for a moment irene was caught unprepared, the look on her face conflicted. )

Well, then. I'd best help you on your quest. ( her accent immediately screamed not from around here, but the way things were going so far, she had a feeling she wasn't the only one. taking the notebook from the boy, who was grinning from ear to ear, she flipped through it nonchalantly under the guise of finding an empty page, committing some of the other signatures to memory as she did so. they had cartoon-y names, the sort that you found in comic books or dime store novels.

her own signature was a flourish across the page, illegible in the end, though with enough style to satisfy a child. )

Now, one good turn deserves another, wouldn't you say? ( she smiled at the child conspiratorially, leaning down closer to him. ) I don't suppose you could tell me where I might find a shop that sells lady's clothes around here?

( as not-costumey as her white work suit was, it was very much her. and she would rather not be so easily identifiable. note to self: get something with long sleeves. )