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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

Leo Valdez | Percy Jackson: heroes of olympus

[seventhwheel]

01.

[Well that had been a blast. He'd woken up to the feds a hot mess, clothes steaming and burnt and who knows what else.

Great way to start being reborn.

He took a quick glimpse at the folder he was given, then immediately closed it deciding he'll decipher this chicken scratch later, when he's got more time to try and read it. But Leo is watching the feds closely; authority and him never really get along well and these guys aren't much different otherworldly or not. But they're walking him to a car and one important thought crosses his mind:]

Hey! So are any of you jerks gonna tell me where you took my dragon?!

2, 3, 4

Hey, come on, what's a thing like this worth to ya?

[Leo needed to eat. But he also needed money to eat, which he didn't have - just a few drachmas in his toolbelt leftover from the quest in Greece. So he pulled some metal from his toolbelt and put together a little contraption to try and sell, at least to get something to eat and tide him over. He couldn't think on an empty stomach and there's a lot to try and figure out.

Like where his dragon is. What happened to Gaia. What happened to his friends. Are his friends here and do they realize what happened or does he have to explain himself (he hopes not).

He offers up the small mechanical device, the size of his palm, to someone only for them to walk away.]

Well, I think it's worth a couple burgers.

05. Nonah

[Leo takes stocks of what he has as he walks the streets. Magic toolbelt? Check. Fire powers? A little flame on the tip of his finger so he doesn't draw too much attention - check and check. Festus? Still missing in action.

He can't decide how he feels about this weird bizarro alternate world that he apparently blew himself up into. The hover cars are pretty ridiculously awesome, but everything else looks like a bust. He reaches into his toolbelt and pulls some pieces of metal out, tinkering as he walks and thinks. It helps. It's not that he thinks he should be dead, far from it. It means his plan worked, he just doesn't know how that led to this. Maybe he'd stayed dead so long, the world took a weird turn? Maybe Festus had been so damaged in the final blow that he only got so far before having to land and locals found him?

Weirder things have definitely happened, he decides.

Being dead takes a lot out of a guy and he hears his stomach rumble as he walks by a cafe, stops to look in the window for a minute.]

Man... What I could really go for right now is a pizza.

3

[orions_shadow]

[And suddenly, there is a lion like kid behind you, black fur, green eyes. He circles around with little concern for personal space to look at the contraption.]

Depends on what it is.

And if you need food I can get you some.

5

[abandon_hope]

[ Nico doesn't get out much, but even demigods still recovering from the effect of pomegranate seeds still need food occasionally. He's taken to trying out the Italian cafés in town to see exactly how terrible and inaccurate each of them are, because that's what he does when he can't figure out what else to do with his life. It's strange, having no Underworld or camp to work in. And no other friends from home to talk to.

He has to admit that he misses them. Reyna, Jason, Annabeth ... he'd even take a loudmouth like Leo --

He draws up short. That figure in front of the café window ... it can't be. Can it? Nico scans him up and down for signs of his death before drawing closer. Hades' kids being quiet little bastards all around, he likely gets right behind Leo before making any noise at all. ]

Leo?

01 - I HOPE THIS IS OKAY

[timeshares]

[The crowd small crowd by the car didn't seem any more helpful than the officers escorting Leo there. There was curiosity on the faces there, preoccupation, and some amusement here and there - overall, nothing looking particularly useful in finding his friend.

A young man's voice answers, tone dryly amused and a little mocking.]

Looks like you got on the wrong end of that dragon, kid.

[It wouldn't be anything overly out of the norm, except the stranger is wearing a rather familiar style of ancient Greek armor, a deep, bloodless gash cut into the celestial bronze breastplate.]