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

[clanky]

[It'd be a fascinating skill, if he gave the slightest damn about it at all. If he understood the human cult of celebrities anyway. Is it just acting out as much as possible, or is it some nebulous thing he doesn't understand? Because if it's the capacity to start trouble and make a scene, he's pretty sure Nextwave should be the most famous of all.]

They don't even know your name and I'm not impressed by your ability to partially display your mammary ducts and get what you want thanks to the unconscious and idiotic hormonal impulses of your fleshy brethren.

[He knows how this works. Her deluded sense of self-importance- or maybe just her desire for it- is equal parts hilarious and really irritating. Particularly because she's more likely to get the beer than he is, because she is human, and cute, and much better at being charming and actual social interaction than Aaron himself is, even when he actually tries. Which he isn't. At all.]

[tickticktickboom]

[Tabby rolls her eyes at him, not changing her stance one bit as the guy looks over at her, glances down at her chest, and then seeming to catch himself, back up to her face again. Her smile widens considerably as she waves at him to come over.]

I'm not trying to impress you, trust me. I am trying to get us something decent to drink. And if they don't know my name now it's only a matter of time before they do.

[Which name that is remains to be seen, considering she's had several over the years.

To the server who makes his way over, Tabby gives a flirtatious smile and asks him if he could pretty please find them some beer because they'd like to celebrate their arrival (this may or may not be true) and because her teammate here needs a refill if he's going to do any proper hero-ing in the city. As if he runs on beer. Considering how much Tabby's seen him drink, maybe he does. It's not like she's ever asked, of course. She turns back to Aaron after the guy leaves, looking damn pleased with herself.]

Besides, you may not be impressed but aren't you glad it's me getting you beer instead of one of the others? Monica would make you do chores or something in the ship before she rustled up anything, and you know it would come with some story about how this wasn't how things were in the Avengers when she was part of the team.

[clanky]

[If his eyes could roll, he'd roll them right back. Alas, they are just big red glass orbs, and he can't do that, but he can express his total snark and skepticism in other ways. He's just as expressive as an ordinary human being, if not more so, and he has sulking down to an art form.]

What, you think because I'm a robot Monica can make me do anything? [Now he's starting to sound even more irate, offended, he doesn't like this train of thought and he doesn't want to hear this crap.] I don't have to do anything the fleshies tell me to, including being glad to see you. Or play along with any of this crap either.

[tickticktickboom]

Whoa there, what crawled up your exhaust pipe and died?

[She purses her lips together, not quite pouting but clearly indignant herself. In her opinion, she'd just been making conversation. It hadn't been her intention to mortally offend him or whatever.]

But fine, whatever. Monica doesn't make you things, you don't take orders from fleshies, and since you're not happy to see me then I'll drink all the beer myself.

[Y E P.]

[clanky]

[Hold the fucking phone.]

That's my beer. I went looking for it, and you just tagged along.

[He's irate, more so than usual. In part because hangover, in part because this situation pushes a lot of old buttons and wounds, and in part just because that's what they do. When would anybody in Nextwave ever admit to being happy to see somebody else in Nextwave just because they were there?

(Even if some small part of him is, in fact, happy to see her. Not small enough to ignore, but not large enough that he can't keep it buried.)]

When you have beer, then I'll be semi-happy to see you. Or when I have beer, we can at least resume the standard level of tolerance.

[There's...something they should probably be clear on, though.]

Besides, I might hate fleshy ones, but not enough to wish an extradimensional draft and kidnapping on you. You do know that's what's happened here, right?