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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!

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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. A snippy voice wonders aloud: "My taxes are going to their parties and other expenses? When are they going to do something for us for a change?"

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 and an incident involving gas. "Biological warfare... we sure some of them haven't defected?"

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 mutter under their breaths resentfully about "vigilantes". However, not all locals turn the other way seeing imPorts; some of them will offer a polite enough smile and compliment them for quick thinking at the last Swear-In. They don't stop to clarify what they mean, though.

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. With Halloween fast on the approach, many of them are offering pumpkin-flavored foods and beverages, and others are trying to get the more obvious looking imPorts to consider allowing local businesses to sell costumes of them.

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[Where is Marion?

There's a rock of worry in her stomach even as Linca takes in the information, nods like she's not a whole world away in her thoughts, trying to think back to being last at home. She had helped Escha, Logy and their friends with the Unexplored Ruins, brought Flameu and Cloné together, and things were... peaceful, more or less. As peaceful as they ever had been, trying to stave off the monsters plaguing the outskirts of Colseit.

She's led out the door, clutching the manila folder to her chest. It's the only thing she has, besides the gigantic sword hanging from her shoulders. The idea of reading it is daunting.

When she gets outside, she's awed. This place is nothing like Colseit, or even the enormous city of Vierzeberg. This place, she's sure, must be what the world looked like before the Dusk. Linca stops, eyes widened -- she's sure her mouth is hanging open.]

5

[It's lively here, which helps her take her mind off of being alone. Linca doesn't mind being by herself when there's fighting to be done, but in a place like this that doesn't seem to have any monsters, it's different. So after being guided back through the Porter that brought her here, she's found herself in Nonah.

She's carrying a huge amount of things in her arms -- pamphlets, her file, promotional tissues, business cards (floating after her as she walks), even a T-shirt someone handed her. Someone has given her a lollipop, which she's sucking on absently as she walks, huge broadsword still strapped to her back. It's this more than anything that marks her an an imPort, though her tattoo is visible. It's a weird sort of train following her, with a couple of reporters trying to get her to answer their questions, a couple of kids who seem to be trying to touch her sword, and inexplicably, a dog.]

03; car theft 101

[It would be one thing if he had been here for months, and finally got the car. But Kavinsky isn't the kind of asshole to waste time on shit that delays gratification.

This car isn't exactly street legal. This car isn't exactly local, either, or if it is, it's local from the inside of Kavinsky's head; a white Mitsubishi, with an enormous spoiler, but at least he's gotten enough time here that it doesn't have wheels.

The last detail is the knife that's detailed on the side, and the knife matches his smile, like a shark's. There's something not right about this kid. There's a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth, and he's lounging in the front seat, as if he's waiting for something, or someone.

(It's different here, he can tell, because the forgery left him depleted, but he'll shake it, he doesn't care. He just has to figure out the way it works here, that's all.)

There's a kid coming up to the car, wide eyed, and Kavinsky sits up as the kid starts to say something. He's wearing a uniform - he works for the building that the car is parked in front of, and shit is going to turn ugly fast, because the conversation is going something like sir, you have to leave, and just the uncaring face of a man who is really used to getting his way; fuck off is the kindest thing to come out of his mouth, but he looks like he's about to have a good time, not like he's actually mad.]

04; power testing 202

[This is what he knows for sure, because he's done it: dying is a boring side effect.

What isn't a boring side effect is the way that he apparently has a new thing (dreaming is an old thing, still good, maybe still excellent, but this is shiny and pretty and addictive. Shiny and addictive is the way his touch can act as a drug, like speed or coke or some designer shit, the way that inside of this dance club he slips his fingers over someone's neck and they shudder and pause and look at him, and there's that worshipful thing, that need to want him.

Once he figures how to bottle that shit up, that's what he'll be doing. He doesn't dance now, though, he just passes by people, watches their faces drop wide open with whatever he wants them to feel, watches the shudder of addiction.

Shiny new thing.]

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1.

[The folder is shoved into her hands and suddenly she is being ushered towards a strange object. A car? It seems rather inefficent compared to Portkeys, Floo, or simply Apparating.

Narcissa took in what was being told to her but she barely had a chance to glance over what had been given her. There seemed to be other Muggles around- at least no one seemed to recognize her. It was the only thing which kept her from taking out the wand hidden in her pocket. She had been told briefly about the powers and so as soon as she believed she was out of sight, the wand was taken out as she let go of the papers. They floated in mid air for a moment before folding up as if by themselves and zipping into her other hand.

Well, that was that.]

2.

[So this is America. Narcissa had only traveled to Europe a few times but never over the pond. She doesn't stand out- her wand is carefully tucked away but still within reach if needed but she does make an impression in an elegant blue dress and black coat. Her jewelry is not fake- her appearance is one of a woman used to the more expensive things in life.

But she is not used to the Muggle world and when someone offers her a drink, it's nothing she really recognizes. Is that fruit floating in it? But the day is hot and she takes a seat on a bench, leaning back to observe her surroundings with a look similar she might give as if she had stepped in something foul.

The Muggle world was not at all impressive.]

[ The car attracts Kitty's attention, because it just sticks out so much. It's an ugly thing, out of place, almost obscene in its aggressive non-conformity to the styles popular here. She know it's got something to do with the imPorts, because anything that glaringly not-from-this-place has something to do with the imPorts.

And that's why she steps in and says to that poor valet - ]

It's all right, I'll talk to him.

[ Because, yeah, she doesn't work here, she doesn't even work in this town, she hasn't got anything to do with that nervous valet, but the locals oughtn't feel obligated to put up with imPort nonsense. So Kitty steps in - the kid backs away with clear gratitude - and she puts her hands on her hips and peers in through the window at the skinny boy with the assholish expression. Politeness first. ]

Hullo. There's a lot around the corner if you want to wait there. I can point it out to you.

05

[ Here's a man in a long leather duster and a pistol on his hip, looking all manner of bewildered up at the busy North Carolina streets. Has he been in cities of this size? Sure. Hell, he's even been on some of the Core worlds, with buildings from here to the sky in all directions. But the tech is strange, and the holidays are weird - Halloween? what? - and he's getting mighty tetchy not knowing what these húndàn have done to his gorram ship. ]

'scuse me! You in the ... hat. Sir. Ma'am. [ He might not even be talking to someone in a hat at this point - he's all turned about. ] I reckon I just heard the most unnatural sort of nonsense back there. Where in the tiān xiǎodé is this 'sposed to be again?

[She gets a once over, but it isn't cutting or critical or even sexual - it's wholly and utterly dismissive. She is unimportant in the grander scheme of things, someone else who is not worth his time.

So he very casually raises a hand, extends a middle finger, and smiles with all his teeth showing. It's not a friendly smile. It's not a joking smile.

It is very definitely a fuck you smile.]

[ Right.

All right.

There are things that Kitty can handle well. Anger is one. She's good in a fight, and in a lot of ways actually likes when people are angry with her; it means they care, means she's made them care. Indifference, though. Indifference, she can't deal with. Indifference hits her right at her core. This bone-thin child in a stupid fucking car looking at her like she doesn't matter - Oh, that stirs fury in her.

So her smile turns into something abruptly more strained. ]

Right. Look. You can't park here. Either you move or they're going to come tow this idiotic bit of overcompensation. It'd be no great loss to the world if it got crushed into a cube, but it'd probably be a loss to you.

03
[ This is definitely the weirdest quest she's been on, and she's been on quite a few. For one thing, the Mist is supposed to trick mortals into thinking her electrified spear is something stupid and harmless—a pool cue or a baseball bat or whatever—but she hears several people comment on it as she passes by. It's a good thing she's not decked out in full battle armor or she's pretty sure the cops would be trailing her by now.

Well, whatever. It's not like she can't handle herself even if the Mist is screwing up. She's the daughter of the war god, after all, and she's pretty sure there's not a monster that exists that isn't scared of her.

Unfortunately, the elementary school-aged kids in town didn't get the memo, and Clarisse finds herself surrounded by a very enthusiastic group of them, her scowl deepening with every question they ask: "Hey, can I get your autograph?" "Will you take a picture with me?" "Can I hold your spear?"

The last question proves to be too much for her, and she barks out a shocked and incredulous laugh. ]

Wh—no, you can't hold it!

05
[ Okay, so being stopped on the street is weird, but being treated like a superhero is actually pretty nice. And it's not impossible for mortals to have heard of her. After all, that loser Percy Jackson hangs out with enough of them. Maybe one of them talked Clarisse up. It's about time people started paying the drakon slayer the respect she so clearly deserves.

She enters a bustling local coffeeshop and scowls at the long line. This is going to take forever, and she doesn't have that kind of time. She stomps the butt of her spear on the floor three times, making the customers turn to stare, before announcing loudly: ]

Out of my way, mortals! I, Clarisse, daughter of Ares, want a pumpkin spice latte, and I don't wait in line.

[ Why, if it isn't a man who looks possibly even more out of place than he had. ]

North Carolina, believe it or not. And I'm going to take a wild guess that you're new.

And here I thought I was blendin' in.

[ A ... pause, at that. ]

North of what now?

Carolina. The state? Among the United States?

[ Giving him an interested look. ]

You must be quite an out of towner.

[ That last name finally rings a bell, though it comes with staggering amount of disbelief. ]

Seems to me you're funnin' me, kid. Ain't heard of no place callin' it the United States all direct-like no more.

[ And that clearly surprises Napoleon. ]

"No more"? Meaning where you come from, they used to?

[ He definitely would have guessed this man was from further back that himself, and yet... ]

From Earth-That-Was. Near on five hundred years since there been anythin' like a United States.

[Luke had ALMOST made it to the register when he heard a terribly terribly familiar voice. The other residents of Nonah seemed to take in the spectacle of the proud, latte-seeking warrior in the doorway with some mix of good humor and grumbling. A patriotic town or not, this was coffee, and it's REALLY EARLY.

As some patrons of the establishment started giving way, the son of Hermes had a choice to make. He could vanish into the crowd, attempt to slip past her and plot for a meeting with a greater advantage to himself.

Or he could just get this over with.]

Two stereotypes at once? I'm impressed.

Oh - here? America. On the east coast, specifically.

[ What a phenomenally handsome man this is. And what a very obvious imPort this is, too. He looks all out of place in Nonah - something out of another time, she thinks. He sounds quite different, too - his accent sounds American, but not of this place. Not precisely. ]

Where were you expecting to be?

[ Looking obviously shocked by this news, but collecting himself quickly. ]

Well let me be the first to tell you that it's now 2015, and this is, in fact, North Carolina.

Sort of.

[He laughs, then, and leans slightly in her direction. The glasses he's wearing slide down his nose, and he looks at her over them. There's nothing in the way he looks at her that suggests he's friendly, or nice, even though he laughing.]

Are you going to be the one to call the tow company?

[He says it and it's clear he does not care, and more accurately, he doesn't actually perceive her as any kind of threat. They can crush this car into a cube, and he'll make another one.

But now maybe he's invested in pissing her off.]

001:

[It's not every day you go from a police interrogation room waiting for your mom and dad to cold sterile operating table. That's the explanation he offers to the soldiers for punching the nearest one in the face. While their response is sorry about the lack of anesthetic for having to re-stitch his fingers they're mostly cordial, mostly polite, mostly normal.

He can do this.

Don't freak out, don't freak out, don't freak out. His phantom fingers itch as he flips through the pamphlet again. It's not like this is bad, it's warm enough for him to shed the old jean jacket he came in with and wipe sweat off his forehead before crumpling up the pamphlet and tossing it away - and then moving to pick it back up bumping into people as he goes.

It's not like those things found him.

It's not like he's in danger. Right?]

004: Powers testing.

[His file says "Lycanthrope and animal discourse."

It's a joke.

It's gotta be a fucking joke because the moon has been full (and that's how it works with werewolves right?) and he's not - losing his mind or ripping people to pieces and eating their organs. He's not even hairy - hairier then usual.

But his nose is sharper, his hearing is better, and he sees considerably better at night then he did. Still his head's been pounding for the past few days. He's dragging himself out of work, rubbing the back of his neck.

His mouth is dry, thick and phlegmy.]

Rather be a werewolf then come down with a cold.

[Never mind the stray dog that's sitting right there who perks up and tilts his head. Mike stares at him and offers him a hand.]

You doin' all right partner?

[The dog barks and the dog says -]

Hungry.

[Cue Mike backing up, frowning. He's going to watch him as he walks away. He might knock into people as he leaves, staring back at the dog who's starting to follow him.]

...Excuse me, sorry, hang on, pardon me.

[ It surely is an odd patois he's got there. Rural, surely, but shifted in grammar to almost sound old-fashioned. And the Chinese, well ... that's surely unusual too. (His pronunciation is terrible, if she's familiar with the language, but not in a way that's normal for a second language learner.) ]

Surely not in no place where everyfolk finds it a treat to fun me, miss. Where'd you say we was?

[ The shock helps, at least, although Mal's been run around too much too often to believe him right away. ]

... Seems I ain't gonna get a straight answer any time soon. Don't reckon you got any proof?

[ Of course.

Of fucking course.

First Ronan and his dream monster, then his fall out with Gansey and now this. Kavinsky. He catches the strange shape of him as he steps out of a club and turns a corner and Adam has to rush to catch up. Part of him wishes he were the violent sort, the kind to grab for him and shove him into some dark corner, to snarl into his face to stay away from Ronan and stay away from Gansey and everyone else. Instead his shoes squeak as he turns the corner and stumbles through the oddly behaving crowd that follows. ]

Kavinsky.

[ He hates this boy. But if Adam leaves him to fuck with someone then he'll never forgive himself. ]

Hey.

Nope, none at all. But I can tell you I was born in 1929, and I don't belong here either. I don't think many of us do.

[ His tone remains conversational. There's no point in trying to be forceful with the information, he didn't believe it at first either. ]

If I've got to, yeah.

[ She jerks her chin up. It's nice to be standing while he's sitting. It's nice to be looking down on him. He's small, isn't he - she thinks she could take him in a fight.

Though admittedly, there's something in his look that makes her think that he'd probably fight dirty. And crazy. ]

So you ought to move this - Oh!

[ She touches a finger to the vehicle to emphasize her point - and finds it dissolving under her touch. She jerks back in surprise. ]

Tia what? Are you looking for Tequila man? [He can't drink but he might be able to help.] What kind of nonsense?

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SPOOKY SCARY SKELETONS

Linca | Atelier Dusk Trilogy

Joseph Kavinsky | TRC | CW: drugs, violence, and Kavinsky's foul mouth

Narcissa Malfoy | Harry Potter

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Malcolm Reynolds | Firefly

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clarisse la rue | pjo

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weeps with joy

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HELLO

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( four. ) i kind of tweaked it i hope it's okay.

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