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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

Selina Kyle | The Dark Knight Rises

[citified]

2.

[The attention makes her uneasy.

In some ways, this might be the second chance she was looking for--the opportunity to wipe away her record, to start fresh somewhere new. It's strange to get handouts, to not have to worry about being recognized, and she can't help enjoying it a little, while the cold, paranoid side of her waits for the catch. Nothing this good is ever without a catch. She's seen the file they have on her, and she knows well enough that her offenses aren't truly off the books. It's enough to get her playing along, at least for now.

She'd arrived in her suit, but today she's traded it for a leather jacket and jeans in an effort to be less conspicuous. A few locals notice her nevertheless, and she smiles evenly at them as she browses the shops. At the malt shop, she offers a false name and brushes her fingers against the hand of the young man behind the counter that fetches her a drink, and for a moment there's an odd haziness in her head, a jumbling of her thoughts. The man laughs and leans in a little closer and starts telling her something about his ex-girlfriend, and she remembers that note on her file, a mention of a suggestion power, before brushing the prospect of that aside. Some men are more forward than others. It wasn't like she'd done anything out of the ordinary, right?]


Wildcard

[An evening or two later, she decides to check out the town's nightlife. She heads out in something a little more provocative, heels clicking against the pavement as she takes a shortcut through an alley--only to spin around, seizing and twisting the arm of someone walking too closely behind her and pinning them up against the wall.]

I don't like being followed.

2 and idk it's an experiment

[hoiiii]

[This sort of reconnaissance is far from new to a man of his stature. It's best to do this work in a persona as bland and forgettable as possible, and he has a plethora of those. A tweaked version of his latest would do fine, and so he is just a schlubby guy, slightly disheveled hair, five o'clock shadow, old man jumper, beady eyes. He slides into the stool beside Selina and puts in an order of his own. He stares at her until she meets his eyes, then gives a twitchy smile and looks away nervously. His tattoo is plainly visible on the counter in front of him.]

It's a bit of a shock, isn't it? All the attention.

[He maintains his Irish lilt; he's found it tends to disarm most people more convincingly than a posh British accent or jarring American twang.]

[citified]

Yeah. [She gives a slight smile in return--not quite the 'come hither' one she'd thrown the clerk, but with an edge of friendliness nonetheless.] I'm not used to this sort of...admiration, I guess.

[hoiiii]

It's funny, I wanted recognition my whole life, but now that it's here, I'm not sure I'm ready.

[He laugh nervously, then accepts his malt from the server, thanking him softly.]

You're new like me, I'm guessing then.

[citified]

This is my second day here. [She sips her drink, holding the straw loosely between her fingers.] It's not so bad, all things considered. But I will say I prefer to be the one calling the shots instead of having surprises sprung on me.

Where are you from, Mr..?

[hoiiii]

Dublin, originally. Been living in London a fair bit since.

[He chews on his straw, a seemingly nervous habit.]

Ah, please, call me Rich. [He offers a hand to shake.] Are you are?

[citified]

Maria. [The false name slides from her lips without a lick of hesitation. She doubts someone that's spent most of their time in London would know of her, but reputations get around, and she doesn't want to jeopardize anything she might be starting here.] From Gotham. At least city life is one thing that won't be new to us.