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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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[She says it with a bit of a defiant turn of her head.]
And the ones who I startle near to death with Phillip. I do not usually ride him, but my horse threw a shoe, and so it had to be him.
[Phillip is enormous; a huge stallion, and he's pressing his big head against Lucy's shoulder.]
But you speak queerly - I do not understand what you mean by your body. Is it not your body I would be healing, if you were to agree?
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This isn't my body. Not really. [He turns, and for a moment, the bruise beneath his eye flickers into a dark hollow of a crushed skull's memory. Then he points, and it's again a bruise. His finger indicates a crowd gathered around a single point. It's the kind of crowd that only gathers at interesting disasters or, perhaps, teenage boys collapsed in the street] It's there.
If you wanted to help, could you maybe scare them away? Or distract them?
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That is quite enough, thank you, be on your way!
[There's a person or two who seems to want to linger, but Lucy isn't letting it go.]
On your way, sir!
[Another moment goes by, and soon they're clearing out, and she turns.]
Well?
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Thank you.
[Then he's suddenly standing right next to his body, as if Lucy may have blinked and missed him running over there. He stares down at his sleeping self, hesitant. He clearly doesn't really want to get back in there. But he doesn't want another crowd.
He takes a breath he doesn't need and steps into it. His ghost fades into his flesh, a projector's image slowly disappearing over the real thing, and Noah sits up. He climbs to his feet, rubbing his neck]
Oh, I'm Noah. [he stands on his tiptoes and extends a hand high, high up to Lucy]
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She reaches down and shakes, and smiles, and there's a slight buzzy glow around her, like a halo.]
I am Lucy. It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance.
[She does like this handshake thing.]
A moment-
[And she's back down.]
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Like dresses and glowing women]
Are you a princess? Or some rich chick from 1920? [He was never that good at history. Or fashion]
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Why do you think I am a princess? Is it my age that make you think so?
[Everyone guesses princess, and she can't really fathom why; she doesn't know why people would guess that over queen, if they were going for royalty.]
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[He says it with all the wisdom of a nine-year-old girl. Something about his innocent tone, though, says he knows exactly what he's saying.
Noah stop hitting on Lucy friggin' Pevensie]
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Sir, I fear I will make you feel foolish if I tell you the truth of my station.
[Don't stop, her glowing has taken on a bubbly pink tone.]
But I know many truly beautiful queens.
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[Yep, definitely not stopping. Noah glances up from his fiddling fingers and gives her a little grin]
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Oh-
[She takes an apple out of one, hands it over.]
But how many queens have you met, Noah?
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None. Except for you. [Because what else would make his claim foolish? Still, he doesn't regret it]
But I saw a lot of princess movies when I was little.
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[She tucks her hands behind her back and leans forward a little, teasing now. If he's going to flirt, she's going to flirt back.]
I cannot pretend to be one, but I promise, it is much better to meet a queen.
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Now that I have, I'd say so, too. [he glances up through his lashes] Practiced my manners for this day and everything. I think. But I'm lousy at bowing.
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[She very carefully reaches out a hand.]
You see, you must offer you arm.