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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Ah--!

[Pariya sees the incident when it happens and gasps with indignant rage. She yells at the skater as he speeds past her, too. She tries to grab onto his sleeve as he passes, but to no avail.]

Hey! What's wrong with you?! You just crash into a guy and leave him there?! Your mother should be ashamed to have such a cowardly son! Hey! Come back here!! You dog! No, dogs are better than you!!

[She continues in this fashion even as the culprit disappears down the road out of sight, yelling and waving her arms.]

[There's something extremely heartening about watching a young girl sling insults like the best men. It warms the cold husk of his little heart, tickles his amusement and spurs him to continue with his own string.]

No better than a common cur! Do you hear that, you limp-legged half-bastard?! I could have the most diseased, infertile mongrel in the world and it still wouldn't see fit to lick your stump of a leg when I get through with you!

[Pariya turns back around to him, dejected at not being quick enough herself to catch the errant skater. From this angle, it's easier to see her garb-- she's definitely not native to this world. The shape and structure of the clothes themselves are simple and loose, but the fabric is something else... richly hand-embroidered patterns cover almost every surface of her garments. Not only that, but she has a range of ornate and heavy-looking silver jewellery all over her person-- a necklace, a pair of large earrings, and at least two bangles on each wrist. (Though the exact number is hard to tell, since her sleeves come all the way down.)

She mutters angrily under her breath.]

Honestly, what's the world coming to! [Then she risks a glance at Locke.]

... Are you okay?

No worse than I was before. [With a low groan he helps himself up, feeling the creak of his bones.]

Though I think the world's coming to something not our own. [If her clothing was anything to judge by. Locke wasn't blind. It was clear she stood out amongst the natives. No one else was wearing anything nearly so ornate. In a surge of potential idiocy he flashes her the tattoo on his wrist, suspecting she has the same. Hoping that's some type of bond and not simply a common trait.] Leocanto Kosta.

[Still too paranoid to give his name. He offers a hand.] You?

[She ignores the outstretched hand, turning pink.]

I'm... Pariya.

[The tattoo means nothing to her-- she hasn't checked her own wrist, yet, and it's covered by her clothes.]

Mr. Smith used to say his world was very different. [Because she still can't wrap her head around the concept of it being an entirely different world-- she thinks, surely when people say a different world, they mean it is a different country. And the people here are dressed like Mr. Smith, somewhat, and they look foreign, like him.]

I didn't understand how different. No wonder he was always so shocked at the things we did. Maybe this is some sort of punishment for making fun of him....................

"Mr. Smith". [That's a con name if he ever heard one. He sighs, resting his hands on his hips.]

Well, I've been around a bit too, you know. And in all that time and amongst all those differences, I learned something, Pariya. [Gods, what was he doing?] No matter how different things seem one thing remains constant. There's always bastards-[He jabs a thumb back in the hoverblader's direction.]-and good folk.

[He straightens.] That'd be you and me. No matter where you go, that'll always be the case. [He plants his hand firmly back on his hip.] Sound like a good starting point?

Huh? [Her face flushes even further, if that's possible.] Oh. Y-Yeah. Of course.

I just-- I don't know about this business of them wanting us to be... "heroes"... or whatever. A hero is the sort of person you hear about in stories and legends, right?

Ah. [He coughs.] Yes, that. That... is a bit of trouble.

[For a library of reasons.] I'm sure they don't have such, ah, high expectations of us. Legends are only written about the most obnoxious folk in my experience. I've no intention of becoming one. Do you?

[I'm sorry, did you mean to make the poor girl BLUSH EVEN MORE??]

What? O-Of course not! I'm not-- I don't really look like such a person, do I?!

[gurl you need to calm yourself]

Honestly? [He frowns a bit.] I can't think of another reason why you'd be red as brick.

[Mumble mumble "Just because I'm a little bit pushy...!!" mumble indignant mumble.]

[Locke leans forward, a cupped hand to his ear.] Mm? I'm sorry? What was that? I couldn't quite catch it.

[She takes a few hasty steps back, bright red.]

D-Don't stand so close!!

[He pulls back too slow.]

What? Why? I'm not diseased. [A beat.] Ah. I see. You're one of those personal space types, aren't you?

[She crosses her arms.]

Well-- personal space is important!

[Looks like she's the type to feign being indignant to hide her embarrassment...]

sure, jan

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