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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?
Erik Lehnsherr ⊗ X-Men Movies
[ He finds something fishy about the situation; mostly this because he was, to the best of his knowledge, already lending a hand to the USA in its efforts not to escalate the cold war to a hot war. He was really just in it for personal reasons, but as long as his relationship with the CIA was a mutually beneficial transaction, there shouldn't have been a problem. Have they sold him out? Transferred him? Is this a test?
So far, the locals haven't noticed him one way or another. He's just a passerby. Although some of the reactions to others have been positive, he's not really willing to risk it. The thing is, he has more questions than he has answers, and of all the things that leave him uncomfortable, that's the one that leaves him the most ill at ease. Which is why he picks a nearly empty cafe, and with plenty of seats, he takes his coffee and paper to the one your character happens to be at. ]
Mind if I join you?
[ And yet he's already taken a seat. ]
04
[ He doesn't like this town. Ever since he got to it, he's had a sense of unease. So naturally, the first thing he can think about doing is getting out of it. Coming here was a mistake, but it is slightly closer to where he wants to be than Virginia was. This has, thus far, all been rather surreal, and so Erik needs to find something familiar, something he can piece together. There he is, at the train station, looking at a large timetable with flipping numbers. ]
Excuse me, do you know how to get to New York City?
03
[Sabriel's a little bit distracted- she's reading the latest article about the disaster at the swear in, and the news that the prime suspect was being sheltered in Lucifer's church.]
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[ He asks, quietly skimming through his paper and finding articles about the same thing, though he doesn't know anything about them and he finds that a little context could be helpful. ]
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His jaw drops for a moment.
It's funny how they look alike. They really do - he looks like what Billy must grow into, is what Billy thinks some days. They have the same shape of face, eyes, things like that. He's met this version of his grandfather before. Young.
Hale.
Probably doesn't know who Billy is.
Probably.]
Um, yeah, that's fine, I mean, hello.
[He is staring for a long minute before he realizes it's probably not exactly comfortable.]
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I'm Erik.
[ He extends a hand, hoping that it will break Billy's concentration on him. He won't comment on it; he doesn't want to embarrass the guy. ]
You are?
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going on a feels trip don't break his heart too much with the truth !!!
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03
I do not.
[He'd been in the middle of reading his own newspaper, which he now folds up neatly and places on the table.]
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Have you been in town long?
[ He asks over his paper, having mastered the art of folding and refolding to read it while taking up the least space possible. ]
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03
By all means.
[ jack answers easily, mostly concealing how odd he's finding the one guy choosing this seat out of every other empty seat in the cafe. apparently he has something to say to him, so jack's offering a hand, first, to shake. ]
Jack.
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[ His handshake is firm, but warm, and he takes a seat opposite Jack and makes himself comfortable. ]
What are you in town for?
[ You know, this conversation would go a lot smoother if he just trusted people. ]
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hitting back all his old threads, since i am actually going to app him this round, deeerp hi :T
derp hi again!
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4
You're pretty far away from it. But it does exist here.
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[ A grin. ]
You're not from this world, then?
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3
Which is why he already tenses up when Erik takes a seat from the chair near him. Mewtwo gives a heavy-lidded stare.
< Only if you allow me to answer first. >]
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Why don't we try that again?
[ And he stands up, hand on the back of the seat. ]
Is this taken?
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3
Ah- if you'd like?
[she seems a bit more baffled by his approach, as evidenced by her eyes moving around the rest of the cafe, but she's at least forcing a smile - and it seems pleasant enough?]
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[ He extends to her both a warm smile and a hand for her to shake. He's not usually overly friendly, but he is overly cautious, and he has noticed that it's generally polite in America to be... ah, personable. ]
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AAAAAAA!!! 03 let's do this
Her thumbs never cease dragging across the screen of her communicator, even as Wanda quirks a brow at the stranger. Something between a sneer and a smirk tugging lightly at her mouth, as she by all appearances ignores him. ]
And if I do mind? What is it that you will do?
YES LET US!!!!!!
because Sokovia doesn't exist for himbut he is pleasantly surprised to find another expat. ]Offer to buy you a coffee.
[ There's something about her, now that he's noticed, that compels him to look. It's not that she's beautiful--not because he doesn't think she is, but because he's not usually distracted by good looks--it's something he can't quite place. Maybe she reminds him of someone he met in a dream. ]
Would you like one?
YESSSSSS!!!!!
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HYSTERICAL SOBBING THAT FEELINGS TAG TO BILLY THO
I'M NOT SORRY...
3
He is currently reading a book about modern strategy (called simply "Strategy"; the author is unimportant given it's native to this world) which seems to take most of his attention - except he is paying mind to whoever approaches and passes by. In fact, his uncovered eye follows Eric for a moment, and when Kaneki realizes he is approaching the table, he puts the book down.
kaneki is quite paranoid, but never stops being polite. He smiles and nod, gesturing to the chair ] Go ahead. [ except he is already sitting. That's fine. As long it's not a native trying to talk about the "rumors" or about heroes, that's fine. ]
Can I help you?
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[ On a lot of things really. Like how forthcoming Kaneki is about information. Hopefully, more useful than a vague pamphlet, a pat on the back and a way to get around. Whatever. ]
I'm Erik.
[ He won't extend a hand unless Kaneki does first, since, you know, he isn't sure whether or not he'll just return to reading his book. What an oddly unspecific title. Honestly, he's starting to think everything here is a little bit ambiguous, except for the extremely complicated drink orders. He's from 1962, and not expecting his macchiato to be a dessert. ]
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LOOK AT HOW POPULAR U ARE also another 3
That is, until a stranger decides that he wants to sit at his seat, in a cafe full of empty ones.]
Um... sure, go for it. Can I help you with something?
omg it's like a dogpile of the cutest puppies... ;3;
I'm new in town.
Erik.
[ He extends a hand to Jaime. Three days in the modern world and he's already sick of people being on their phones all the time. Whatever happened to face to face interaction? Man.
Still, at least this makes Jaime look like he's part of the landscape. Plugged in, so to speak. ]
and we all want your love...!
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03; omfg you have no idea how much I want an Erik /reaches for
She startles when he sits down, a second of fear crossing her face before she gets a hold of it.]
Oh, not at all. Here, let me...
[She reaches out to move the design sheets covering the table so he has a place to put his coffee. There are still healing injuries on her wrists, where being held down had rubbed the skin raw, and some new scarring further up that disappears under her sleeves.]
omgosh gogo THIS WOULD BE EPIC CR
It's alright.
[ Pointedly, he ignores her scars, though he blames them for her jumpiness. ]
Actually, I wanted to see what you were working on.
[ He pulls up another tiny cafe table anyway, so they have more surface space. ]
Blueprints?
they share a power /covers face
omgoshhhh
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because I said I'd do this forever ago
Fascinating what people will spin in their own ignorance.
He'd had a similar idea: find some familiar ground, find the kids or Raven and Erik and figure out just what this place was and what purpose they have in it.
He doesn't bother asking for directions, just makes his way for the timetable and only pauses when he feels a familiar brush against his mind.]
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Did they put you up to this?
[ By they, he means the CIA, of course. He knows it's not true, because he knows that if they had been planned to put on assignment and transferred without knowledge, that Charles would have told him. This is because Charles trusts him, which is endearing.
Erik feels the same, which is why he heads away from the tracks and gestures for Charles to come with him. See, this way, they can just go directly to DC, right? They can just march into HQ. ]
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