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etcelsior2015-08-22 08:10 pm
maskormods) wrote in etcelsior2015-08-22 08:10 pm
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The power is in your hands
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?
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At the very least she can tell she isn't the only one struggling to accept this. She's seen some tired and confused faces drifting around this quaint little town. She's been observing them from a distance, trying to figure out her next move when this man sifts through the crowd undetected for the most part. She spots the pamphlet, though it's hardly this fact that marks him as an "imPort" (like her) that gets her up onto her feet from the little cafe across the street and tailing him. No, there's something else that draws Velvet to him. Tall, light eyes and hair and strong features... not German, for sure. She keeps an eye on those twitchy fingers of his, maintaining her distance for the time being.
Probably a bad idea. Curiosity has gotten her buried in a mountain of shit already. She's only surprised the soldiers didn't arrest her the second she dropped in onto the base. ]
Hope this is alright!
She's hard to spot, initially. But he has been doing this for a surprisingly long time, for a man as young as he. (The fact that he is the KGB's youngest recruit is somewhat known, but he thinks it would surprise people to learn that he isn't even 30 yet.) A tail would not escape his notice forever.
The woman must be from the government. The civilians are hostile, but nothing about their mannerism suggests that they are trained, or indeed brave. They scowl as they please but the second he meets someone's eyes, they look away. No one is jumping to cross his path, that's for certain.
So how does he deal with this? How can he, being somewhere so new. His pumping blood cries out for a fight, but his mind recognizes he is alone with no back up. He needs to get creative.
A charming little coffeeshop comes into the view. It has tables set up outside (why, he doesn't know, it's disgustingly hot outside). Illya does not hesitate. He takes a seat. It's a public area, so he has some sort of cover. At the same time, it's very much a challenge.
I am right here if you want me.]
totally fine! also oh my god babby spy.
The KGB have never been a pleasant bunch to deal with. Their lack of pleasantries follows them from the field and into their personal lives from her experience. They're a cold, but proud bunch -- but deadlier than some give them credit for. It's that coldness that lends to their proficient work.
However, the challenge proposed actually surprises her. She was expecting him to try and lose her in this crowd, make for one of the buildings or draw her into a more secluded area. Yet here he is, sitting in broad daylight as if he's got nothing to hide and setting alarms off in the back of her own head. Velvet approaches the table with in a casual stride, but her eyes are quick to scan their surroundings and then size the young man himself.
She lowers herself into a seat across from him, neatly crossing her legs. ]
How's Florida treating you?