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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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2. - spoilers for season 4/5.
Shit.

( Even now Tara can hear Lilly reprimanding her, the significant look and accusatory Language!, sometimes teamed up with an opportunistic elbow. Sometimes she wonders if she keeps swearing just because it's always makes her think of her sister. Realistically, however, she knows it's just because the world is a huge clusterfuck.

She's reading the dog tag around her neck as she walks, eyebrow raising quirked, before she lets it swing and clatter against her harmonica necklace. Washington is bust, Abraham almost killed Eugene, and now she has completely lost her mind. The Hell, universe?
It doesn't really help that people are taking photographs. Not that she cares for vanities sake, more that there are lot's of excited and freaked out looking people, and she is used to crowds usually meaning imminent scary death. She's not gripping onto her rifle for dear life, but it's definitely not going anywhere.)

So... if I were the others, where would I be?

( Unless Abraham just lost it and attacked her, too, and this is the crazy fever dream before she dies. In that instance, she really doesn't want to be able to find the others. That would suck ass.

Muttered: ) Awesome. That's a comforting thought.

4.
( It plays out a little like this: Tara can see what's gonna happen, she runs, she shoves the kid out of the way but doesn't move quite fast enough. Destiny or whatever must be at work, because her entire fate seems to rotate around falling the hell over and limbing for days.

She's not entirely sure how she wound up on the ground, but she's guessing she blacked out. )

Oh, no, it's cool. Didn't need those ribs.

( Wheezed, and though she's looking around for the kids she helped - tried to help? - she can't spot 'em at all. )

They never covered getting hit by cars in the Academy.

( She might not be able to breathe all that well, but there's always time for smartassery. Priorities, yadda yadda. )

[So there's a lady walking down the sidewalk, and she's talking to herself. That in and of itself isn't too worrying, Jaime reminds himself, mostly on account of the fact that if he started paying attention to people talking to themselves, he would be a massive hypocrite. Whenever any newbies come rolling on in, they tend to look bewildered, as if ready to fight, or to bolt.

What does worry him is the rifle in her hands. That's not right. That's just not proper gun safety, he thinks to himself, because the only reason a gun ought to be in your hands is if you're prepared to shoot it. His father taught him that when he was young and had seen his father's rifle for the very first time.

His instinct ought to be to get out of there, but because he is who he is, he approaches her instead. He doesn't look like a threat, as gangly and scrawny as he looks in his too-big shirt, and just to hammer the point home, he raises his hands placatingly in front of her. It's the sort of hand motion that people use to calm spooked animals, but more importantly, it's the universal gesture for I'm unarmed, don't shoot. As he approaches her, it's clear that his gaze is on the gun, but once he starts speaking, he obstinately looks her right in the eye.]

Hello, Miss. You, um... look like you could use a hand.

[Please put down the gun.]

( Proper gun safety is making sure it is loaded at all times, kiddo. Also not running with the safety off, unless you know what you're doing. Her eyebrow arches all the more. )

I'm pretty sure I actually look like I could use a shower.

( Ah, there is that delightful sarcastic tone of hers. The kid doesn't look like a threat, and with a look down at her gun, she sighs. )

Listen, dude, can you cut me some slack? I'm kind of just waiting for some shitstorm to roll in.

( Not quite apologetically, though there's a note of it mixed in with the tone of seriously, it's inevitable. Her hands don't leave the gun, but she makes a note of lowering it more. )

Yeah, sorry, I'm a little uncomfortable with guns in crowded places.

[He doesn't say that he sees her as a mass shooting way to happen, but there's a wariness in his eyes that gives it away. He may not want to swoop in there to take away some stranger's gun as the Blue Beetle, but Jaime Reyes is just as important in the prevention of tragedy as the Blue Beetle is.

Jaime Reyes can also hurt if he gets shot, but he'll take that gamble.]

Look, I'm gonna make a few educated guesses. Your world is really crappy - [she does need a shower, he thinks] - and you just got ported in. Am I close?

Yeah, uh. Crowded places? Kinda when you tend to need 'em.

( Uncomfortable with guns in crowded places belonged to the world before the crap hit the fan. Tara's watching him, expression a mix of incredulous and pleading. She gets it, she does, but come on.

On the flipside, ) Shit, we'll hear the screams before the walkers turn up, anyhow.

( With a little bit of excess attituse she sets the gun down so it hangs from its strap, holding her hands level with her shoulders, before she finger-guns at him with her right hand. )

Bingo. Your prize is a steaming hot mug of what the hell? ( Not mad at him, just-- frustrated. )

[Jaime quietly files that information away. Whoever this is, she's uncomfortable with crowded places, and there's something called walkers that she's looking out for. Monsters, he guesses, or some sort of tribe she's at war with. With what he knows of the people who get brought in here, either possibility is equally likely.

Once that rifle's finally hanging off the strap, he lowers his hands.]

Thank you, [he says, because he's polite, even to people he's worried about becoming public menaces. Especially to people he thinks may become public menaces; who knows what will happen if he intentionally antagonizes her?

(Dangerously unstable, the Scarab tells him. Danger, danger, danger.)]

I've been here for nearly a year now, and I promise that I've never heard of anything called a walker. Or anything you're gonna need that in your hands for.

[If she needs it, well, she'll know.]

( Excuse you, sir. She is not a public menace! She was in the police academy! Not that she can be indignant about something she can't hear, so...

Tara shrugs, rubbing the back of her neck. )

It's not a big deal. ( Come on, she feels kinda like an ass.

Although, her eyes widen. Faintly: ) A year?

( What. What. ) But I got-- there are people I need to look after. That's what this thing is for.

Yeahhh, about that. They're never gonna know. It's this whole weird... god, they really need to start explaining stuff better when they haul you guys in.

[He's had to give this explanation before, and depending on the person, sometimes it doesn't go all that well. Jaime weighs his options before appearing to come to a conclusion.]

Like I said, I've been here for a while. If you wanna get away from the crowds, I can probably fill you in on everything that they shoulda told you already.

( Don't mind her just kind of staring at him. )

This is some comic book, sci-fi bullshit I've rocked up into, huh?

( This is actually the worst. Better than walkers, but she's pretty sure getting stabbed in the eye would be better than walkers - even though it would give her something to think about the Governor even more than she already does.

She exhales, trying to figure this out. )

Sounds better than wandering around here looking like a crazy person. ( A moment, and she gently taps Jaime's arm. ) Thanks. My name's Tara.

[Jaime thinks about the number of people who've said that superheroes are the stuff of comic books, that Superman is a fictional figure in their worlds, that metahumans don't exist. Finally, he cracks a smile.]

You have no idea.

[This is already a step-up from what Jaime had feared. He can handle someone from an awful world primed for fielding whatever threats are headed her way, because she's not actively homicidal. She's just confused, he thinks, and nobody here could blame her for that. Jaime had had his own private little meltdown when he arrived too.]

I'm Jaime. C'mon, I'll take you somewhere you can actually sit and take it all in. Food never hurts, either.

[He nods at her, then leads her directly through the crowd -- and immediately down a side street. Free food is overrated when they can go somewhere where she won't be gawked at.]

Really?

( Because, dude. She's from the zombie apocalypse. She has some good ideas about stuff. Sometimes some good ideas about things, too. All the stuff and all the things, Tara has it sorted.

Still, she nods, grateful. But-- ) Uh. Just to be clear, you aren't going to lock me in a train car and try to cannibalise me, are you?

( A beat. Yeah, she's serious. ) Like, when you say, "food never hurts," I'm really hoping you aren't serving up people.

( yep. )

I -- no! [Jaime looks behind him, appalled at the mere suggestion. Cannibalism isn't really a new concept to him after what he's heard from a few other worlds, but that doesn't make the idea any more palatable.] Oh my god, okay, I'm beginning to see why you carry that thing. There's this burger place, like, a block away? My friend says they make a mean veggie burger.

Right? God, I mean best friendship building exercise ever, but if I never get locked in a dark tin can again it''ll be too soon.

( A little huffed out laugh. )

Oh my God, burgers>, that's like-- ( can you tell how happy she is? )

I need meat. Gonna take more than the undead and a bunch of cannibals to put me off a good burger.

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slowly stealth tags from work 8| living on the wild side...

8|b I approve of this!

you're a terrible influence, clearly

muahahaha all according to plan.

EVIL

Never. You should always be encouraged to play Tara all the time because she's adorable and so rare.

awww EMOTIONS! my app for next month is pretty much done

yessss! I was thinking of apping either Michonne or.....that little crazy girl Lizzie, lol.

either of those would be stunning, although ngl I totally pine for Michonne and Tara interaction.

haha she's who I'm leaning more toward!

glorious samurai queen of my heart