QUIT RUNNING IN THE HOUSE

[maskormods]

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.

Comments

hannibal lecter | nbcs hannibal

[famished]

( 01/02 )

[He wakes up dizzy.

His gut churns in an unfamiliar way. Disorientation is an overwhelming thing, after all - his body is only human. The lights are bright, his vision takes a moment to steady and when he tries to remember where he is, he draws a blank. His gut does not stop churning, but the cold sensation of pragmatism takes over with vicious dominance. Lapses in time, memory loss - it's an ironic turn of events, he thinks.

He'd laugh, if he didn't find the notion of being taken so abhorrently rude. He presses a forefinger and a thumb against the dent of his temple and the centre of his brow. He concentrates, remember turning the lights out as he slipped into bed and then -

I'm still in my pajamas, he realizes with affronted irritation. There are people around - he'd noticed, while steadying his vision - and he is undressed. He purses his lips, glances around with careful eyes and suddenly everyone is moving. He follows. Instinct tells him to follow - to follow is to survive. He has no kind graces for the people around him, as dazed and as confused as he is. He has no sympathy.

Someone has been terribly impolite. Worst still, he is out of sorts and without a good suit. In the Florida heat, the silk of his pajamas are sticky and uncomfortable (as if the entire thing weren't humiliating enough, he's sure he's sweating just under his arms). He tuts, waits for an explanation and then, off-handedly:] Where might I find a change of clothes?

[slightlyoffchilt]

Hannibal?

[The hope in his voice would be cringe-worthy, under any other circumstance. But Chilton has seen him, had followed him after observing the other man walking in the unrelenting daylight, his poised body strewn with -- was Doctor Lecter undressed?

Chilton swallowed, glancing to the side, surreptitious in his self-conscious mind, before glancing back for a better examination. Silk pajamas. He could find that suitable, for someone of Hannibal's taste, in fact he had imagined something rather similar in design and -- uh.]

Oh my god, Hannibal. I didn't know you were here! Let -- please, let me -- let's move you somewhere more, ah, private.

[Chilton glanced around, seeking immediate cover for his good friend Hannibal Lecter.]

2.

[enabeled]

[ Back where he -- they -- come from, back home, Abel Gideon and Hannibal Lecter have still not met. In person, they haven't. But dimensional displacement has changed that in even the literal sense, enough that Gideon is able to at least recall the face that he sees now.

He doesn't know what to make of Hannibal Lecter. But the two of them have only just begun to get acquainted. ]

Dr. Lecter, I presume. [ He doesn't seem to notice or care about the pajamas, at least. ] Do you remember me?