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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. The small, cheery city of Heropa is finishing some downtown construction work following an attack some months ago. There are enough construction crews still around and on break to wave and raise a cup of coffee in a salute to the most obvious imPorts. You might even be thanked for playing a role in saving the city from whatever happened.

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, is a large city with a healthy economy, and though it's quieter, there are just as many citizens awed at your presence. Heavy winds have people grasping at their newspapers and constantly brushing hair out of their faces, but that doesn't distract them from crowding you in excitement if you're obviously from a different time or world, or just let it slip that you're a newcomer. Children and young teenagers are especially likely to ask for an autograph and a photo.

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, is just fine as always. Ask the residents about their opinions on the recent two-block space that burned in a fire or the imPorts mixed up in the incident, and the locals will shrug. They're just not interested in talking 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

Re: sarah manning | orphan black

[forthehoard]

[falls in next to Sarah, some bounce in her step. She doesn't look at her—instead she's studying one of the wallets Sarah tossed]

You're not bad.

[coppelganger]

[ Shit. She's immediately suspicious, checking to see if anyone else has followed them, but when she sees that they're alone, she turns back to Parker, hands in her pockets (both so she can curl them into fists in case this goes bad, and so she can push the stolen money even further down). But when she speaks, her voice is light, casual. Almost friendly. ]

That guy wasn't a friend of yours, was he?

[forthehoard]

[Parker snorts, because apparently this is so unbelievable as to be funny.]

No. I don't know anyone here.

Oh, and I don't think anyone noticed besides me. If you were worried.

[her tone is light and casual. she won't make eye contact or even look at Sarah's face, but she's sharp]

[coppelganger]

Not worried. Just asking.

[ Judging by the reception they've gotten so far, she's pretty sure she could spin just about any story and the people here would buy it. ]

[forthehoard]

Yeah, so. Who are you?

[It's not that she really wants to know, or that she'll remember, but she's not ready to go away yet, either]

[coppelganger]

[ Yeahhhh, let's stick to first names. ]

Sarah. Who are you?

[forthehoard]

Parker.

What are you doing here?

[her tone is conversational and curious]

[coppelganger]

[ She pauses for a second or two, trying to decide on what to say. Eventually, the truth wins out. ]

That's something I'm still trying to figure out, to be honest.

[forthehoard]

Yeah? Me too. What was with those people back there? Yeesh, give a girl some room. What kind of accent is that?

[ chattering like nothing's weird ]

[coppelganger]

[ Yeah, okay, that gets her a raised eyebrow, but also a bit of a smile. ]

... English?

[forthehoard]

Well, obviously. We are talking to each other.

[ it takes her a moment to realize her mistake, and then she laughs]

Ooohh! You mean like the country! [adopts a frankly terrible attempt at a posh English accent] Righteo pip pip your majesty, and all that!

[coppelganger]

[ She's... not sure whether she should be offended or not, so she just forces a laugh. ]

Right, like the country.

[forthehoard]

Neat.

[ flips the wallet around for a bit before tossing it in a nearby trashcan. She's starting to get distracted and a little bored ]

You wanna go steal more stuff?

[coppelganger]

[ She looks around, unsure for a second. On one hand, stealing from a bunch of people who(for some weird reason) think you're a hero, is a great way to ruin that reputation. On the other hand, she was stolen and transported here, wasn't she? So that settles it. ]

Sure. Why the hell not.

[forthehoard]

[ that excites her! ]

Great! Where should we start?

[coppelganger]

It was your idea.

[forthehoard]

[ makes a pfft noise, laughing ]

I'm not from here, silly. I haven't had time to case anything.

[coppelganger]

Okay, and we've established that I'm not even from this country, so when the hell would I have cased anything?

[ All the same, looking around with a sigh. ]

[forthehoard]

[ on the exasperated side, a bit like someone much younger than she appears to be ]

How should I know? You don't need to be from a place to steal from it.

[coppelganger]

So you need time to case the place, but I don't. I see. Thanks for the confidence.

[ With that, she begins to walk back toward the main street, looking for a mark. ]

[forthehoard]

[ irritated, and hurrying to catch up with her ]

How am I supposed to know how long you've been here?

[coppelganger]

Thought it was kinda implied that I just got here too.

[ Even though she's trying her best to seem casual, it's pretty obvious in her body language and the way she's taking everything in that she's not familiar with the area. ]

[forthehoard]

Well excuse me, your highness.

[ somehow Parker is already going through someone's wallet while still managing to be fussed ]

[coppelganger]

Oi! I'm—

[ She turns, spots the wallet, and whatever she was about to say is forgotten, because... how the hell? ]

[forthehoard]

Do you mind not drawing attention to us? They're gonna do the thing again.

[ it doesn't even register with her that Sarah is confused by her life ]