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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.
slowly stealth tags from work 8| living on the wild side...
Yeah, but I'm funnier than most people, so...
( Why would she wants to lower herself to their loser standards? Right?
No, okay, Tara knows she is a huge dork. Still, she wandered past Nora while she was taking some snaps, so... )
Anyone ask you to sign a body part, yet?
8|b I approve of this!
[ She teases lightly, tying off her braid before hopping to her feet. At the question, she rolls her eyes. ]
Unless you count some of the drunk guys wanting to drop their pants? No, fortunately. The less body parts I'm touching, the better. Who knows where half these people have been. [ She purses her lips. ] I don't really know what's going on, but I can get used to the royal treatment.
[ She surveys the crowd, giving it a nod of approval before looking back at Tara. ]
What about you, too-funny-to-talk-to-anyone-else girl? You get any weird requests?
you're a terrible influence, clearly
You're missing the point where I'm flawless.
( The way she gestures to herself is along the lines of please, look at all this. This is, specifcally, someone in trashed jeans, faded shirt, and a flannel shirt hanging off her belt along with her weapons.
She shrugs, slinging the gun to hang off its strap more comfortably, wrinkling her nose. )
Oh, dude. Boys are gross.
( Amen. ) Uh, nothing yet, but I got this neat shiny thing.
( gesturing to the dogtag reading registered hero. ) Apparently we're official badasses, now.
muahahaha all according to plan.
Dunno about you, but I was always a badass~
[ Her expression becomes impressed when she finally gets a better look at the gun. ]
Oh. Sweet weaponry you got there! You good with it?
[ Forget talking boys, let's talk guns. ]
Mine didn't seem to make it with me. You're lucky.
EVIL
( God, it's a relief to find someone to banter with. She missed Glenn, Maggie, Rosita-- she missed all of them. Even if Eugene didn't seem to get her and Abraham was about two inches from a trainwreck.
Her face falls a little with the thought of Eugene, because God, he needs to be okay.
It's only a moment, because she needs to keep on the roll of ridiculousness, otherwise everything else will eat through her mind in minutes.
Glancing down at her rifle, she shrugs. )
I can hold my own. Prefer a Smith & Wesson and knife combo, but, this works. But, I mean, I got this friend back home with a katana? That is a scary lady.
( Does Michonne count as a friend? Because Tara counts her. )
What's your weapon of choice?
Never. You should always be encouraged to play Tara all the time because she's adorable and so rare.
Not so special, Ms. Talks-to-Herself.
[ But her attention goes back to the gun, and the corner of her lips perk at Tara's mention of preferred weaponry. When Nora heard all about this hero nonsense, she was expecting a bunch of people with superpowers and weird spandex costumes with awkward bulges. But this girl seems like someone who could survive in her world -- if she didn't already. ]
Gun. Any kind of gun. They're the only real way to protect yourself. I had this awesome machine gun on one medical supply run once, though. It was a thing of beauty, but then we had to surrender them to the guys in charge once we got back.
awww EMOTIONS! my app for next month is pretty much done
Damn.
( Beautiful, delicious deadpan. )
Guess it's back to the drawing board. After the break: Chainsaw juggling.
( Oh, and as an aside: ) You can call me Tara, if the other name is too much for you.
( Tara nods. ) Gotta adapt when you're outta bullets. ( and, huh. ) It sounds like it's pretty organised. You got a big camp, or something?
yessss! I was thinking of apping either Michonne or.....that little crazy girl Lizzie, lol.
Chainsaw juggling? Alright, you'd definitely win the badass war if you were to bust those out.
[ She takes note of the name and then nods after the question. ]
Yeah. We do have a big place. Up in Montreal. Sometimes it almost feels normal, even.
But -- Tara, huh? [ The smile warms some and she offers her hand. ] I'm Nora. It's nice to meet another fellow badass. Where's your camp?
either of those would be stunning, although ngl I totally pine for Michonne and Tara interaction.
( Holding her hands up in the international language aw yeah, I'm awesome.
Tara's eyebrows raise a little, curious rather than incredulous. There's streams of guilt with that, the needling feeling of Brian would have wanted that. Truth is, though, she's pretty sure he was more interested in destroying Rick than ensuring anyone's safety. If he had been, they could have shared the prison. Lilly and Meaghan would still be alive - maybe she could've made friends with some of the kids at the prison, and she could've listened to all the great stuff that Glenn tells her Hershel used to say.
No, Brian wasn't interested in protecting anyone. Tara's jaw tightens and she glances down, trying to cover the painful spike in her gut as she takes Nora's hand. )
Back atcha. Uh, we kind of-- keep mobile. Around Atlanta, for now.
( Who knew where they'd turn up, after Washington fail? ) Figures things are better in Canada.
haha she's who I'm leaning more toward!
[ Nora grins, shaking her hand firm before she lets go. The slight dip in Tara's expression doesn't escape her notice. She's lost too many people, too many things along the way that she can get it. It's always there, even behind the glossy veneer of deadpan and jokes. ]
Hey -- maybe this is a good thing. You guys could come back to my camp now. I'd put in a good word for you. I mean, my best friend's dad is totally in charge of things there. I definitely have some pull.
[ She shrugs. ]
But it's getting better now. The situation. Dunno if it's happened around you yet -- but they're starting to come back to life. I mean, not the ones that are too far gone, but the ones who still remember what it's like to be human? They're coming back. It's only a matter of time before it reaches Atlanta, too.
glorious samurai queen of my heart
( It'd be good for them, it'd be good for all of them. Especially after Washington.
But as Nora continues talking Tara tenses, somewhere between flabbergasted and... a work for shocked that's less freaking British. )
How-- ( She stops, takes a breath. ) They're decaying. Guts hangin'out, bodies fallin'apart style decay. You can't come back from that. You just-- die. And they're already dead.
( Whoa, dude. This isn't... she can't process that. )
hahaha yes! I just wish we knew a little bit more about her. Hopefully this season!
[ She nods, giving Tara false hope. No one has explained to Nora this whole separate universes thing. She's just relieved that there's someone who gets it, who knows they have to fight for their lives on a daily basis. Someone from a world where there has been a zombie apocalypse. ]
It's spreading, though. Hopefully soon it'll hit Georgia. Maybe you can get it started by hooking up with a hot zombie. That's what my friend Julie did.
[ She giggles a bit at the thought and how crazy she thought Julie had been at the time. ]
but I feel like we only learn more about people when they're about to die :C
I think all we got is the voracious type.
( Seriously. Those things are beyond all levels of fucked up. She remembers grabbing at the walker that was going after Meaghan, desperately dragging at its leg and losing all purchase because the skin and muscle and sinew kept tearing away. She remembers how stupid she was to put down her gun, even for a second, how Meaghan almost died and she was useless.
Tara's gaze is somewhere between wide-eyed, traumatised puppy and flat incredulity at the next. )
You have a friend who's a necrophiliac? ( What. Hot zombie? Best friend? Hooking up with a zombie?
What. )
she's getting extra close to Carl. She's edging into safe territory!! (..as if there's such a thing)
[ She shakes her head with a wrinkle of her nose. ]
But he's alive now, so does it still count? Like living, breathing, talking alive. I wish I could show you a picture, but...you know. Electronics are kinda limited.
[ At that point, some overexcited kid ran up to the two of them, hoping to get a picture. Nora smiled down at him and then looked up at Tara. ]
Hope you've been perfecting your badass pose.
excuse me as I shed a tear of despair over Lori (not Shane, though)
( Seriously, bro. There is no situation where "zombie boyfriend" would not have had Tara freaking out. "Zombie girlfriend" wouldn't have gone over too well either, in fairness. Just dating and the dead, that is some alliteration Tara is not down with. There's some dark shit going on in Montreal, though, that much is certain. )
Are you sure this is the same apocalypse we're talking about?
( Because...there are other reasons Tara can't quite fathom this. Reasons like her father and Meaghan, and maybe Lilly if she weren't torn up beyond recognition. Tara didn't get close enough to check. The kids force her to snap out of where she's at, the confusion and the furrowed brow, eyebrows raising a little. )
Uh, sure. Bond time?
( Because she is hefting her rifle and pointing it to the air, 007 style. )