owning your okayness

[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 someone else's thread, either!

And remember to have fun!

01. Your memory is still a haze and you might feel frustrated or anxious, or maybe the sight of an underground lab you've just been led from by an escorting soldier with dried blood splatters on the floor stirs something else in you. The soldier apologizes for everything you have to see; a recent attack has left the underground lab in Cape Canaveral in near shambles. Military personnel move past you, focused on the sorely needed reparations and clean-up. You're ushered out quickly and then suddenly, you're enveloped in a faint blue blue light before you find yourself under the bright Floridian sun. Another soldier steps toward you with a smile, directing your attention to a car near a large gate. She mentions she'll be debriefing you soon, handing out a brown folder. You don't see the digital tattoo on your wrist, but it's quickly explained on your way over to the car as you realize there are other confused faces nearby, all holding files of their own.

02. The city of Heropa is worse off than the base in Cape Canaveral. The streets looks as if either a hurricane passed through the city or a small recently made it their personal wrecking grounds. Asking anyone will reveal it's the latter... sort of. None of it was intended. The locals are nice, busy with cleaning up the streets and fixing their shop windows and doors. They normally would love to take pictures with you, Hero, though they are preoccupied with work. Every now and then, however, anyone who is so obviously an imPort will find a local backing away from them nervously, pulling their child back with them before closing a door.

03. De Chima, Virginia, hasn't had the same rotten luck as Heropa. Downtown has closed off some streets for repairs, with parts of the street torn out or shop windows shattered, however people in this big city carry on with their daily lives. Anyone who is quite clearly an imPort may find themselves the center of attention, particularly with young children who rush over to you on their hoverboards. Some of the adults passing through smile and wave at you. Thank you, they say, thank you for stopping that domestic terrorist group. The country owes you. They feel even safer with an elected imPort Ambassador watching over the city.

04. Maurtia Falls, Pennsylvania, has, as always, avoided any major or minor damages. Ask about the Hornets or the recent fights between imPorts and the locals will shrug. Don't get them wrong; they're glad those damn Hornets have been dealt with, but they don't want to discuss politics. Try asking the local imPort Ambassador. What's his name? Ryan? Revan? They don't offer any more information. Naturally for a big city, the people are somewhat aloof in nature. You might even notice the police are just the same, turning their heads the other way when two shady figures exchange fat wads of cash at the street corner. Did the police just drive away in their hovervehicle without bothering to observe what those two were up to? They sure did.

05. Nonah, North Carolina, is the liveliest of all cities. It's loud, busy and there's some kind of energy in the air that gets everyone buzzing with excitement. Anyone who they come to determine an imPort is bombarded with all sorts of offers; job offers, advertising gigs, spokesperson for advocating children stay in school, etc. Anything and everything! You name it. Shops offer discounts for food and clothing, whatever they need. People flock in droves with questions, but they all say the same thing. Thank you for your service to this country, Hero. You saved a lot of lives. Wow, feels great to be a hero, doesn't it?

Comments

[sacrificialdevice]

Me. [ what is this human's deal... ] It's a simple question, isn't it? [ Diplomat, he is not. Generators don't make small talk! ]

[deadtective]

Sure, but I don't know who you are. There's no real reason to tell you.

[you could be some kind of psychopath, which she already partially suspects thanks to her outlandishly suspicious mind. who just goes up to a stranger and asks that question, anyway?]

[sacrificialdevice]

I'm allowed to ask if my family's here. [ EVEN MORE FROWNING DIRECTED AT YOU ]

[deadtective]

[FROWNING BACK AT HIM NOW SHE CAN OUTFROWN ANYONE ANY DAY]

Every robot in the world can't be a family member.

[sacrificialdevice]

If I know where to start, I can narrow it down. [ THIS PERSON....]

[deadtective]

Then why didn't you start off with actual names instead of just asking for literally anybody?

[is she being difficult on purpose now? it's impossible to tell.]

[sacrificialdevice]

Because clearly asking humans isn't going to get me anywhere, is it. [ Of course he has to run into this ornery difficult person first try... ]

[deadtective]

Right, that Circuit Segregation Act they passed a while back means we're not allowed to talk to you guys anymore.

[Hazel stop, Hazel please stop it. at the very least the sarcasm is dripping off her words, so there's no worry that they'll be mistaken for actual fact.]

[sacrificialdevice]

All you're doing is proving my point about how useless it would be to ask human beings. [ Folds arms. Goddamn humans. He feels bad for the unbidden thought, but really now. ]

[deadtective]

Well, hey, I'm not the one who just started hassling random people on the street instead of using the internet.

[if it makes you feel any better, she's not technically human anymore. technically.]

[sacrificialdevice]

Because the internet is going to tell me specifically if any of my siblings are here. Why did I not think of that before.

Thank you for your assistance.

[deadtective]

Oh, right. I guess I should have just assumed you weren't listening when they told you about the network. My bad!

[sacrificialdevice]

[ His temper spikes and he briefly throws off sparks before he settles; this has not been a good day so far and is getting worse. ]

Are you normally this unhelpful to everyone you meet, or is it because I'm asking about robots specifically? [ translation: WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR DAMAGE ]

[deadtective]

[she quirks an eyebrow at the display, but otherwise doesn't really react. Hazel's pretty sure she doesn't conduct electricity anymore.]

Look, after everything that's happened around here, it's pretty stupid tp just start throwing information at total strangers.

[sacrificialdevice]

It was a simple question. It's easily understandable. I just got here! I can't read people's minds and know it's suddenly not acceptable to ask for directions--!

[ Why is he continuing on this dialogue anyway? It's useless. ]

Hmph. Thank you for educating me on the social policy of this place. Have a nice day.

[ And he's brushing past Hazel without another word. ]

[deadtective]

[well, whatever!! he's not actively an asshole so Hazel doesn't feel her usual urge to pursue and continue making bad decisions, but she most certainly pulls an ugly face at his retreating back that can easily be seen in the peripheral.

boy is it going to be awkward if they turn out to have robot acquaintances in common.]

[sacrificialdevice]

Are you eight or twenty? You don't act your age at all. [ He saw that! R u d e. He keeps walking, though. ]

[deadtective]

You don't even know my age!

[that's perfect, because it gives her the excuse she needs to just shout obnoxiously down the street at him. so much better.]

[sacrificialdevice]

[ SHAKES HIS HEAD AND SHRUGS IN OBVIOUS DISMISSAL AND HEAVILY IMPLIED "WELL HOW SHOULD I KNOW WITH AN ATTITUDE LIKE THAT".

He still doesn't stop walking though.... ]