etcelsior | QUIT RUNNING IN THE HOUSE

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Rosalind Lutece. As soon as the syllables are spoken, all the little details begin to get filed away under that name-- this entity: the woman, the note-taker, the quantum physicist-- all immortalized in Danger's databanks to be meticulously remembered until the day when the ageless program finally terminates.

"The existence of my programming predates my sentience. I was created approximately two decades ago by a man named Charles Xavier to serve him and his students. The fact that I am free-thinking is a result of random code rearrangements. I am a mutant," she responds in that steady mechanical voice, each word carefully enunciated and inflected only slightly, if at all. If she minds being inspected, she doesn't show it. Truthfully, it is pleasant somehow, to be admired by a human being. So many of them miss the nuances.

"I have existed in a physical form for several years. I have determined that my emotional maturity is equivalent to that of an adolescent human, though naturally, my intellectual capacity surpasses that. My personality is, as far as I can deduce, guided by my code but influenced by my experiences. My sense of humor, for example, is something I am currently developing."

In her own way, Rosalind is creating the same sort of file for Danger. A mutant, a creature that was not intended to be, and yet was here nonetheless. Old enough, in both mind and body, and aware enough to have things like opinions. Fascinating. She could spend a year doing nothing more than asking her questions.

"What is your opinion of this place, might I ask?" A little reluctantly, she returns her hand.

"Geographically and demographically, I find it quaint," the answer comes promptly again, as Danger lets her hand come to rest at her side. "This population is more accepting of ImPorts than the previous one we coexisted with. The overarching system is better prepared for our arrival."

Words offered more like facts than opinions, pieces of her observations. But she pauses lightly before going on, perhaps purposefully.

"Naturally, I am inclined to be suspicious. But I have chosen to cooperate with the authorities."

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