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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 anyone's thread, either!

And remember to have fun!

01. Your memory is hazy and you might feel increasingly frustrated or anxious, or maybe you're excited as soldiers march past, barely glimpsing you. One second you're somewhere underground, the next you're enveloped in blue light, and suddenly you find yourself directly under Flordia sun's bright and burning glare. A female soldier steps toward you with a wide smile on her face and directs you to a car, ready to debrief you. You realize you are not the only one, surrounded by equally confused or eager faces... and you're all sporting a digital tattoo on your wrist.

02. Welcome to Cape Canaveral, where the smell of the ocean is in the air and locals are more than pleased to see new imPorts roaming their streets. They wave, they cheer, they ask for pictures as politely as they can. The more inhuman you look, or if you're wearing a costume, the more likely locals are to approach. Hey, enjoy the moment! The popular malt shop is offering you a free drink if you need it.

03. The technology in this world is certainly something. The cars are clearly modeled after popular 50s cars, but they hover several feet above the ground as they drive down the street. There are digital jukeboxes in restaurants, motorcycles also hover through traffic, advertisements can be seen on a digital projector on the taller buildings. Even kids on skateboards appear to drift a safe ten feet off the ground while playing!

04. Wherever you are, you can hear the loud revving of an engine, distance at first before you finally see it: a hovercar bursting around the corner, going beyond the maximum speed limit and just barely making its sharp turn. It doesn't appear to be slowing down any time soon, not with two police cars trailing it... and uh oh. Those skateboarding kids don't have much time to get out of the way as the car comes speeding down the road. You've been brought here for a reason Hero — so you better act fast.

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When he first started his gig as a superhero, Jaime had figured that given time, he would eventually get used to strange things happening to him and would be able to take even the oddest of circumstances in stride. Unfortunately, he was quickly finding out that this was not the case, because all of this? Was not in the job description. There's absolutely no way that all of this doesn't spell out some seriously bad news, because for all the courtesy they've been shown, he's not inclined to feel kindly towards anyone who has whisked him away from where he ought to be.

"This isn't creepy at all," he says, rubbing at the tattoo with his thumb. It's clearly not making any difference whatsoever, but nobody could ever accuse him of a lack of tenacity. Then, as an aside to himself, he mutters, "A tattoo. Mom's gonna kill me."

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It's not that Jaime's forgotten that he doesn't want to be here, but he's finding it distinctly difficult to focus on it when coming face to face with a bunch of hover cars. If his goal is to blend in - or at least to not look like he's just arrived - he's doing a piss poor job of it. He stands by the curb and gawks at the cars whizzing past, privately wondering why they decided to go for such an old-school aesthetic when they've clearly gone beyond the technology of the 20th century.

In the back of his mind, the Scarab notes that such technology isn't that advanced by its standards (and by proxy, Jaime's standards), but he ignores it. He would be in a sad state indeed if he couldn't at least appreciate the novelty of flying cars and skateboards of all things.

Edited 2014-03-22 22:37 (UTC)

This was some straight up Back to the Future kind of crazy going on here, and Marco can't tell if he loves it or hates it. Principle alone says he should probably hate it.

It was still freaking cool!

He doesn't have many saving graces outside of catching on to the fact he's gaping as much as this other guy right nearby, closing his mouth with a snap and pulling his lips up into a grin. No, alright, more of a smirk, but really, who'd begrudge him that?

"Might want to pick up your jaw from the sidewalk before you start catching hoverboards with your mouth." Marco aimed to hit a jesting note, managing the mark by and large. He was on edge, but that made it all the more important to joke it off, at his own expense or those of others. In this case, a mix of both. "Trust me, it hurts like you wouldn't believe! You new here?"

Jaime abruptly shuts his mouth the moment it's pointed out, though if he's offended at all by Marco's words, he's certainly not showing it. Truth be told, it takes a little more than some sharp teasing to get underneath Jaime's skin, and he's not opposed to a bit of self-deprecating humour every now and then.

"That obvious, huh?" He rubs at the back of his mouth, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Yeah, I'm new here - and definitely new to the whole hover-everything thing."

There's an affable, more comic nod from Marco, though he watches the road more than the guy standing next to him. Sanrio rips didn't usually have a welcome committee, and the whole conept behind why they were here was innately suspicious. Look, he liked the idea of getting a little hero cred, but that'd been at thirteen, when being something like Spider-man had been exicting, and not scary as all get-out.

Plop him here with a bunch of other unknown faces, tell him to swear one way or the other, and label him a Hero, and this 'class clown' was having nothing to do with it.

Which made the hover cars and weird movie feel to all of this an easier focus.

"Same here, man. I always thought the future would be more exciting than the 50's, but go figure." At least it wasn't Bladerunner. Or Terminator. Or any of the alternate future's the whole group had been Ellimist'd into... that he can make out so far.

"I was thinking the same thing," Jaime responds, perfectly willing to go on talking about the aesthetics of cars instead of facing down the realities of their situation here for now. Cars were a heck of a lot more entertaining and infinitely less depressing than their prospects here, after all, though at least he's perfectly willing to pursue the hero gig.

"I thought by the time people figured out flying cars, they'd go for a Jetsons kind of feel. Call it a self-fulfilling prophecy."

Nate is, depressingly, somewhat used to the experience of finding himself unexpectedly elsewhere, but he doesn't like it. The main reasons nobody has been shot yet, in increasing order of relevance, are the lack of overt hostile thoughts, needing time to strategize, and not having a gun. He's caught sight of the tattoo, though, and while he doesn't have the same gut-level aversion some of his peers would, he doesn't like it one bit.

"Pity Erik isn't here," he mutters, mostly to himself.

Curious as he may be, Jaime's not quite rude enough to intrude on Nathan's personal musings, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't notice the guy. It would be nigh impossible not to; he hadn't been aware that anyone besides superheroes came that big. In fact, he's pretty sure that Nathan might even be bigger than Superman, which is quite a feat in and of itself.

He should be a little intimidated than he is, but they are in this together. "Well," he muses, "they're not building a very uniform team."

Case in point: huge white dude, tiny Mexican teen. They're not what you'd call peas in a pod.

While there are plenty of newcomers - and plenty of soldiers to match - there is one not far off going significantly less calmly than the rest. It's a little hard to tell in the scuffle, but it looks like a redheaded girl who can't be any older than Jaime versus several larger soldiers trying to restrain her. Perhaps horrifyingly, it looks like she actually might be successful, given enough time.

It's impossible for Jaime not to notice the ruckus going on nearby, and though it may be in his best interests self-preservation wise to keep his nose out of it, he's never been a master at doing the wise thing. Maybe that's how he ended up here in the first place, but he can contemplate that one later.

Instead, he approaches them, keeping his hands raised placatingly in the air and making sure that his own tattoo is nice and visible. He ignores the soldiers entirely and keeps his eyes focused on the girl instead. In this sort of situation, he's inclined to believe in the girl over the soldiers; there's no telling what these guys have really brought them here for.

"Hey, whoa, what's going on here?" He says, shouldering his way past a significantly larger soldier. "I'm pretty sure we can sort this out without anyone getting punched in the face."

Please don't punch me in the face.

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Jaime Reyes (Blue Beetle) | DC Comcis | 1/3

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1 - I will make her icons later /lazy

I can use my imagination ;)