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[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 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 as if they have been refurbished in the past few months -- something happened in here some time ago. Something big.

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 and a pamphlet. 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 what one might expect from a small, bright and cheery place. The locals are friendly enough and local shop owners might offer a free drink to help cool you down in this awfully nauseating heat. Some of the locals might thank you for always lending your service to the nation and others might not say anything. In fact, some people might back away from any imPort who quite obviously looks like they aren't from around the neighborhood. Once in a while there's a look of disdain on someone's face and hushed voices. Something about "the outbreak" and "the government's gotta crack down on their medical files". "Some of them can't be right in the head" says another.

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 normally known for being a little more on the apathetic side, but there's been tension in the atmosphere lately. Nobody will outright state what it is that's rustled their jimmies, though you might find a newsstand with articles on recent and aggressive vigilante behavior within the city. "ImPorts: loyal to the cause of their own?" reads one newspaper article.

People are not as friendly in this city and go out of their way to avoid walking down the same sidewalk as the more obvious looking imPorts pass through. Local cops say nothing, but they scowl at those imPorts and utter something about "no badges" and "acting like authority figures".

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

Rocket Raccoon | MCU/Guardians of the Galaxy

[kicksomegrass]

[ 2 ]

[ So, this is it, huh? Earth. Terra. Birthplace of one Peter Jason Quill, asshole extraordinaire.

What a shithole.

Granted, Rocket would hold that opinion of anyplace where he found himself kidnapped, branded, and kept against his will. And since he's currently on Earth, he's decided Earth is the worst. Also? Their tech is a joke. (Seriously, was this hover technology invented by a two year old?) The heat is unbearable and the humidity makes his fur all heavy. And the welcoming committee in this place leaves a lot to be desired.

In fact, Rocket is currently engaged in a staring contest with a rather sour-looking older fellow who had glared at the Halfworlder as he'd passed. ]

The hell are you lookin' at?



[ 5 ]

[ Y'know, Rocket almost prefers the other places where people cross the street when they see him coming. He's decided (on top of deciding that Earth is the Worst Place Ever) that he does not like crowds of people. He especially does not like crowds of people cooing over him and calling him "cute" and "fluffy", while the miniature people try to pet him and pull his tail. More than once he's whirled on a crowd, snarling and shouting obscenities and threats.

This time is no different. He's been mobbed again, and he's heard "what a cute little raccoon" about twelve times too many, and he's finally friggin' snapped. He brings his laser rifle to bear, the weapon letting off a high-pitched whine as it powers up. ]

Call me that one more time, jackoff! I dare you!

5

[stealwithit]

[ The latest offender with the "cute little raccoon" line holds up his hands and starts backing away with a "whoa, whoa, sorry! Sorry!" until he turns non-existent tail and runs off.

But sorry, Rocket, if you'd meant to do that as a very obvious sign for people to leave you alone, because as soon as the man's gone, there's an impressed whistle from behind. ]

Nice gun you've got there, fella.

[kicksomegrass]

[ Well, she's about to get a good look at that gun, because he whirls on her next, rifle ticking up at her for about half a second before he drops it. This chick didn't call him a raccoon, at least. The moment she does, though, the gu will come back up. ]

Y'think so? I'm about ready to show it off to every asshole in a five mile radius.

[stealwithit]

[ She doesn't flinch when he turns with his gun pointing right at her; she'd anticipated as much, after all, which is why she just stands over him and folds her arms. Fortunately for Rocket, Kasumi can be tactful at times. It helps that she's definitely seen weirder, by now. ]

Aww, they're just innocent bystanders. They don't know any better.

[kicksomegrass]

They really oughta know that just 'cause a guy's got fur doesn't mean they can touch it.

5;

[nostalgiabomb]

[ At some point, Peter emerges from his hidey-hole to wander the streets of-- wherever the hell he feels like. He can teleport, after all, and the world is his oyster, so long as he's visited the place before. It's something of a relief to pop in and out of places, come and go as he likes. And he has, on more than one occasion, slipped his hand into the pocket of someone being a gigantic asshole to waitstaff or shop clerks and made off with their wallets.

(If he were a more analytical man, or someone more in touch with psychology, he would maybe note that his use of teleporting and displays of sleight of hand were to help him feel more in control after the chaos of the past several days.

But he is neither of those things.

So what he thinks instead is this: I go where I fucking want, and I do as I fucking please.)

He's turning a corner when he hears a distinctive, surly growling that, for a heart-stopping moment, makes Peter think he's hallucinating again. He nearly spins on his heel and marches the way he came from, except he also hears that: that scrape of metal on metal, the sharp drone of a laser charging, the voice of someone seriously about to lose his goddamn shit.

Peter's running before he knows it, diving through the crowd that's already gasping and moving away, and sure enough he finds himself staring down the four-chambered barrel of a familiar rifle. ]

Whoa, whoa, whoa! What the hell, man? What do you think you're doing?

[kicksomegrass]

[ He is extremely glad to see a familiar face (and it's no small wonder he can tell Quill apart from all the other humies running around. Feel special, buddy) but he's not going to say as much.

Rocket isn't drunk this time around, so he's quicker to lower his rifle when Quill steps in the way. ]

What's it look like? Don't they teach people manners on this goddamn planet?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ whoa there

r a c i s t ]

What do you know about manners, dude? You just pulled a gun on everyone!

[kicksomegrass]

They were askin' for it. Crowdin' me all "wook at the cute widdle waccoon, I wanna pet his widdle head". Tch. They're lucky I did't start shootin' sooner.

2

[orions_shadow]

A talking raccoon?

[A voice from above. A black furred lion youth lays back against a branch in the shade over the walk. He glances down at Rocket with mild amusement.]

You'd think these people'd be used to it by now.

[kicksomegrass]

[ WHAT DID YOU CALL HIM bro u wanna go ]

Says the overgrown feline. How come no one's starin' at you?

[orions_shadow]

[Aww, it's ragedorable.]

Cos' I'm not bringin' attention to myself.

They stare constantly, bruv.

[kicksomegrass]

Oh, excuuuse me. I didn't know walkin' counted as "bringin' attention to myself". [ yes, with airquotes and everything ]

5;

[amadaman]

[You better not be trying to fire that off buddy, because you know who ain't having none of that?

This guy. The fluffy one, not the orange one. Koromaru dashes right in front of Rocket when he hears the laser, sliding his small dog body between the weapon and the native as he bares and teeth and growls before barking. Bark bark bark bark bark bark bark. Don't fire, you fool!]

[kicksomegrass]

[ What is this. Why is this thing here. Why is it yapping at him.

Rocket bares his teeth, snarling in return.

Welp. They are now engaged in a growling contest, so at least that's better than trying to shoot someone? ]

[amadaman]

[Oh don't you go growlin' at him. He's just protecting the peace here, you weirdo. LEARN THE RULES.

It does in fact give people time to scurry away from the two small threatening animals. Especially the one that has a weapon.]

2

[caerulea]

[ What was she looking at?

What?

Blue looks startled by the question. Confused by it, even. Isn't it obvious? Has she lost her mind? Is this the new normality? ]

You're a talking racoon. [ She answers, as though it should be obvious that that's what she's looking at. ]

An imPort? [ Or do all racoons talk here? Was that something else she should learn to expect? ]

[kicksomegrass]

[ The "talking raccoon" thing is gonna get real old real fast, he can just tell. ]

Yeah, I'm a friggin' imPort. Don't wanna be, but there ya go.

[caerulea]

[ Is insulting a racoon possible? Yes. Apparently it's very possible.

At least one question is answered. A million more exist. But his mood doesn't seem much improved. She's blunt. Sometimes rude. But she's not an ass. That's Ronan's department. ]

Are you new too? [ That rhymed. Inwardly she cringes. ] Or have you been here awhile? [ Is everyone a talking racoon in your world? She'll save that one for when he's less angry. Maybe. If curiosity holds out. ]

[kicksomegrass]

Fresh outa the Porter. You too, or do ya just like askin' questions?

5

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

[That is the angriest Bibarel he's ever seen. Mewtwo understands where he's coming from. He didn't like most humans or the attention he got from them, it's enough to make himself walk around in a human guise.

But even he can't allow someone murder in broad daylight. Murder in your own home, not in public.

The 'human' nudges his way through the crowd, contacting Rocket through his projected thoughts.

< I understand your anger, but don't be so vapid as to bring yourself to their level. >]

[kicksomegrass]

[ Who are you calling a Bibarel??? Does he look like a beaver to you?

Rocket's ears perk and his eyes go wide for a second at the sudden voice in his head. It's enough of a distraction that the offending human is able to skitter away.

But the moment passes, and Rocket's right back to glaring at the crowd, eyes narrowed and teeth bared. ]

Whichever one'a you freaks is in my head had better get out right now.

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

[A Bibarel is a normal type who taught you biology.

Mewtwo's unsure if he's able to be seen in this crowd, but he glares right back because talk about ungrateful.

< I can't read your mind, there's no need to get upset. > And this is the master of getting upset talking.]

[kicksomegrass]

[ I mean you could have at least gone with a Zigzagoon. ]

Really. Who's the guy lookin' like a psychopath for havin' a one-sided conversation over here? Pretty sure it ain't you.

[ Now the looks from the crowd have turned confused, possibly concerned, and Rocket snarls at them ]

D'you mind? Me and the voice in my head are tryin' to talk.

[ That gets some of them to disperse at least. ]

5

[lifepreserver]

[Is that a raccoon with a laser rifle?

That's a raccoon with a laser rifle.

Marty fights the urge to yell out something along the lines of "Woah, cool!", overridden by the fact that that is most definitely a real laser rifle (or at least a convincing-looking fake, complete with sound effects) and may or may not spell danger for the people around.

He doesn't really consider himself a hero, but he has been branded as one since his arrival here, and he's seen some crazy stuff in the past (future? whatever.); so shoving into the group and approaching the creature a little apprehensively isn't something he really thinks twice about.]

Woah, woah, hey... man. [There definitely wasn't an awkward pause before "man", what are you talking about? He pushes his sunglasses to the top of his head, a tuft of hair sticking out comically.] I don't think shooting your pew-pew sci-fi gun into the crowd is going to help very much.