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QUIT RUNNING IN THE HOUSE

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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 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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"Bobby Charlton," Inumuta repeats, in a tone that says he clearly doesn't believe him, but he's still going to write it down anyway. Which he does, quickly typing the name down into his phone, along with a side note: 'defensive.'

"You've registered as a Hero, haven't you?" Feel free to note he's also completely avoiding answering questions, too.

"Probably." Yes. "You planning on getting to the point any time soon, or are you just here to block out our sun?"

Never mind the fact that the sunlight streaming in from outside is perfectly intact: it's a figure of speech. Ask for a photo, tell him he's pretty, or cock off and let him enjoy his much-earned freedom.

"I'm collecting data on recent imPorts of interest," Inumuta finally reveals with a shrug. "You seemed interesting." What with the not-so-kempt look, the attitude of complete acceptance towards being called a hero, while a good portion of the imPort population at least balk slightly at the title. Really, you look more like a slightly charismatic hobo who happened to get picked up and intends to use this as a free ride.

Oh yeah, and when he's done speaking this time, his collar zips itself back up on it's own. You know, no big deal.

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Interesting, huh? Now you're speaking his language.

It's nothing overly exaggerated, how quick Harry is to puff up (much like his ego) in response to free flattery, but there's a visible shift in demeanor in response to it: less glancing off elsewhere, for one. "Well there's no denying that. Come on, sit down, make yourself comfortable: Harry Flynn, at your service."

Harry could you be any more easy to read? No. No you couldn't.

At least not he's getting more genuine answers. A quick few taps to his phone changes his notes, from Bob to Harry and an additional note of use praise.

"Inumuta." But no first name, sorry. He does take a seat though, where space is available. "You don't sound American either." He's not great with accents, but he's sure of at least that.

"Guessed that all on your own, did you?" Malt floats don't come anywhere close to being as satisfying as a bottle of something a thousand times more potent and a thousand less sucrose-y, but it's free, and it's his shiny new badge of heroism: he gives it the barest, most casual sip possible before sliding back into the base of his seat. "If these star-spangled-lunatics feel like doing a bit of outsourcing I'm not about to complain."

"Perhaps an explanation is if they're choosing by talent rather than native location..." Yeah. He's intending to stroke that ego, because hey, if it'll eventually get him the information he wants, what's the harm in it? It's not like he's losing anything by doing so.

"And um..." There's a pause as Harry sharpens the edge of his smile, eyes flicking purposefully off to one side and back again as if they're sharing a particularly juicy bit of gossip. "What exactly is your talent, mate?"

"Avoiding answering, then?" Is it really something that sordid? Inumuta gives another half-hearted shrug. He's not wrong on the gossip front, exactly. "Mine is collecting information. You're probably not too keen to hear that though, are you?"

There's no falter in Harry's wide, cocky sort of grin at Inumuta's revelation. He can put 2+2 together, of course, but whether or not the answer bothers him? That's not entirely clear.

Harry shifts in his seat, sending off the darlings settled on either side of him as gently as possible-- "Give us a moment, loves." --and it's not until they clear out that he gives his conversational partner the time of day.

"Playing me for answers, eh? Tsk tsk. Didn't anybody ever tell you fibbing's a terrible habit?"

"I'll admit to trying to get information from you, force of habit, but I never lied once while speaking to you." He really does think you're interesting, Harry. "We've even had a rather equivalent exchange of information here, haven't we? You know my name, and I know yours. You know some of my skills, and I'm still waiting to hear yours. I won't judge."

Oh, well. He had to be sure. Being part of a dishonest industry does things to you,after all.

"Acquisitions." It's punctuated by the sound of him drumming his knuckles on the tabletop. "Can't imagine it's much of a career option here in Disneyland, but if the bad guys ever get their hands on anything they shouldn't have..."

Maybe eventually, Harry will get used to not having to lie his ass off constantly around everyone he encounters. Maybe.

"Theft then," Inumuta corrects with a small smile behind his high collar. "I'm sure there will be some use of you here. Not all heroic acts are clearly black and white."

"Acquisitions." Harry reiterates, lips thinning out into something vaguely resembling a scowl for the first time during their conversation so far. He's not ashamed of his career, but the last thing he wants is for his pristine new reputation with the locals to get tarnished via a few lackluster words.

"I know it's a big word but I'm sure you can manage it."

"Ah, did I strike a chord there?" Inumuta continues to grin, although it's slightly less polite looking than the one he gave earlier. He still hasn't put his phone away, although he's notably giving Harry his full attention now as well. "You know, that kind of information is only as valuable as the people who know it... and the people who don't want it known."

"I don't believe it. Blackmailed in my own bloody hallucination." He's scrubbing at his chin as he says it, jaw muscles twitching as if trying to decide whether feigning amusement's all that worth it. "All right, hero, aside from filing away your own personal dictionary, what exactly are you after?"

"Hallucination?"

That earns a confused blink, and then a tilt of the head. "You're not hallucinating here, you know. To further prove the point, you don't seem like the type with the creative capabilities of imagining this much detail with so many different aspects." Once insult after another from this guy now, and he was so polite before!! It was all a ruse. A terrible ruse.

"Also, you can breathe a little easier! I'm not actually blackmailing you, yet."

"Yet being the key word there and we both know it." It's an easier focal point than the idea that this isn't all some dying dream; he's not entirely certain whether he ought to be cheering for it or not. "And you still didn't answer my question, chum."

Of course yet is the key word. But, he also doesn't have any use for a thief right now, so why would he bother taking advantage of someone like this when he doesn't have a further use for them? He'll use people, sure, but only if it's at an appropriate time. Very efficient at this, yes?

"I'm only after information. That said, if I really did have some big, orchestrated plan in the works, I wouldn't actually tell you, would I?" Inumuta replies, lacing his fingers together and leaning his chin on the bridge that he makes with his hands.

"I could ask the same of you, really. What are you after, if so concerned about your reputation with the locals, but still convinced this isn't real life?"

"Not entirely convinced." He lifts a hand, motioning towards the livid red marks and scrapes marring the angles of his face. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm not in the best condition. Makes it easy to start thinking the worst."

"Is being here really the worst?" Because sure, they were kidnapped from another dimension but he's from a world where aliens were only about a week away from complete subjugation of the whole planet. He's also not dead where he's from, so that might put a new spin on it.

"Nah." It's not being here that worries him, but what it means instead. "I mean thinking I'm at the end of my proverbial rope, mate."

You try getting the red pill blue pill speech when you're fairly certain you're well on your way to taking one of your last breaths.

"...Ah." He understands what that means. Maybe he should be a little more sensitive.

"Well, you aren't dying here."

He tried.

The epitome of sensitivity, that.

Harry huffs out a chuckle in response, though it's hard to tell if it's appreciative or dismissive or something that settles awkwardly between the two. Probably a safe bet he doesn't have a clue, either. "Yeah, all right, you got me there." He's already scooting back against the cushions of his seat again, swiping at his nose as he goes about it. "So we are we done playing twenty questions? Or..."

"Do you want me to leave you to your lady friends?" He wouldn't blame him, if that were the case.

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ok non gag account what a shock I actually made one

you mean monsieurflynn wasn't your real account?????????

HAHA you fell for my clever ruse

backpedal is a great username tho seriously wow how did you get that

points down at Melissa she is my hero and offered it as a generous donation to the needy

what a great... acquisition.

you are so fired

you can't fire me, you dont even pay me

pays you so I can fire you

an unforseen loop hole...!!

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