etcelsior | [kill bill sirens]

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 might be a haze still and you might even feel frustrated or anxious by the sudden news that you are no longer in your own world and that the Porter scientists and military cannot send you back. You don't get a chance to linger long in the underground Porter lab, but something is clearly amiss; light patches on the floor indicate something else used to sit in that spot in the room. Parts of the wall, floor and the tables look recently refurbished -- something happened in here not too long ago.

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. According to the soldiers, a domestic terrorist attack is the reason why the cheery and small city of Heropa is still under some major reconstruction. For a small city, the amount of outside help called in for reconstruction and repairs has made it livelier than it normally is. Construction workers on coffee breaks wave to the most obvious looking imPorts, some will even salute you. "We couldn'a done away with those bastards if it weren't for good folk like you," they say.

Wherever you go, locals are pleasant and courteous enough, sometimes stepping forward to ask for a quick photo or autograph. 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, while it suffered some damage to its downtown area, never slowed down for a second. For a large city with a bustling population and booming economy, it's quieter than one would expect for it to be, too. If you're trying to avoid the awestruck crowds, you might be able to thanks to everyone ducking under umbrellas and buildings due to heavy rainfall today, provided you aren't letting it slip you're a newcomer to this world. If you're not exactly human-looking or wearing clothes that very much scream medieval ages (or distant future), sorry. There's a high chance the kids are going to crowd you in excitement.

Some locals seem less enthused to see you. They never make an approach, but they can be overheard scoffing and muttering something about cameras. "Who do they think they are?" or "I don't like it... it reminds me of the government corruption back in the eighties." What could they be talking about?

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?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

That's what we are. Infectious. It is not an insult. Some of us cause great harm!

[kinda sounds like an insult to him, but if she doesn't care then whatever.] So the kind of virus you're talking about infects technology and makes it sick. [He digs around in his pocket for the comm he was handed. That he hasn't touched since.] Like this. [A technology virus that can make this thing ill. That sounds so weird.]

[She nods encouragingly.] Yes! Where we're from, technological devices like this, some are able to think for themselves, and are sentient: artificial intelligence.

[The expression Gaara's wearing is probably blank with a touch of weariness, but honestly that's one of the most crazy things he's ever heard of. A machine built by people who can think for itself?

But she says that's what she is. And it's not like she has a reason to lie.]

You called yourself an artificial intelligence. So you're like this. [Holds up the comm again.] Your real body. [He kind of hates this discussion and regrets asking, because this is obviously very simple to her -and maybe the people here in this world too- but he doesn't understand it at all and feels like a moron for it.]

[There is absolutely no hint of impatience. She seems happy to explain.]

Where we come from, Earth is in complete ruin, and humankind lives in a simulation. As such, we have no real body, the way we are assuming you mean real. We are only a projection of a body within a virtual reality! How amazing then that the Porter has brought us outside of it! But yes, to answer your question, we are more similar deep-down to your communicator than to you!

I see.

[it's
hard to grasp, but he'll work on it.]

So the stigmas you face in your home are because you're a virus, which has the potential to make everything and everyone ill. And as some of your kind have already done that, people assume the same of you and treat you poorly as a result.

Yes, exactly. Except instead of making people ill, we simply replace people with copies of ourselves!

But rest assured, we would never do that to you.

Good. [He's not sure how well it would work for her in this real world, unless whatever put her here had somehow replicated her powers, but the reassurance is nice. Not that he was particularly worried to begin with.]

Thank you for explaining. I understand better your situation now.

You're very welcome, Gaara. It's the least we could do. Where are we going to eat?

[And Gaara jerks his head at the nearest food-smelling place, not because he knows what it serves but because he's making an executive decision (and because he can't really tell what any of these places are, so whatever). Luckily it's Indian, which means they have spicy which means Gaara likes it.

They sit down with their food -Gaara pays not because he's a gentleman but because he'd assumed he would- and Gaara finally decides they're far enough from reporters for him to spill his life story.

He'd never had a problem sharing intimate details of his life with strangers, after all. He just knew that those reporters had some kind of recording devices, and he didn't like people hearing his words out of context.]

My situation would likely be more similar to those of your kind who have hurt people than your own life. Before I was born, a demon was sealed inside of me. It made me...unstable.

But I murdered many people for my own enjoyment based on a philosophy I built for myself to cope. A flawed philosophy. [hi im a serial killer]

Edited 2015-04-28 04:20 (UTC)

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