OH MY GOD YOU GUYS

[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 someone else's thread, either!

And remember to have fun!

01. The city of Heropa is what one might expect from a small, bright and cheery place, where locals are friendly enough and local shop owners might offer a free drink to welcome you to their fair city. Some of the locals might thank you for always lending your service to the nation and others might not say anything. In fact, some people might back away from any imPort who quite obviously looks like they aren't from around the neighborhood. Once in a while there's a look of disdain on someone's face and hushed voices. An upset voice wonders aloud: "More of them, when we already know they can't protect us? That's just painting a bigger target on the city's back!" However, they're quickly hushed with a judgmental: "They helped save the cities, and it's the Soviets you should be angry with anyway! The imPorts are here to protect us!"

02. De Chima, Virginia, is a large city with a healthy economy, and though it's quieter, there are just as many citizens awed at your presence. Many people are out and about taking care of their regular business, but that doesn't distract them from crowding you in excitement if you're obviously from a different time or world, or just let it slip that you're a newcomer. Children and young teenagers are especially likely to ask for an autograph and a photo.

Some locals seem less enthused to see you. They never make an approach, but they can be overheard scoffing and muttering something about spies. "How can we trust any of them now?"

03. Maurtia Falls, Pennsylvania, is not as friendly and its citizens tend to go out of their way to avoid walking down the same sidewalk as the more obvious looking imPorts pass through. Local cops say nothing, but they scowl at those imPorts and mutter under their breaths resentfully about "vigilantes". However, not all locals turn the other way seeing imPorts; some of them will offer a polite enough smile and thank them for their help in overthrowing the trespassers. They don't stop to clarify what they mean, though.

04. Nonah, North Carolina, is the liveliest of all cities; loud, busy and there's some kind of energy in the air that gets everyone buzzing with excitement. Anyone who they come to determine an imPort is bombarded with all sorts of offers; job offers, advertising gigs, spokesperson for advocating children stay in school, etc. Anything and everything! You name it. Shops offer discounts for food and clothing, whatever they need. Advertisements are abound for imPorts to make appearances at various, televised celebrations, luring them in with promises of free food, merchandise, and payment.

Comments

[alreadywon]

[look it's not a complete disaster until someone dies.]

The cafe, the people on the date, or...?

[23wishes]

[Well. That's. Sort of what she asked.]

That does sound nice, but I meant your planet. It's certainly not this one.

[alreadywon]

We were teammates back where I'm from, too. For a while, anyway. [He kinda... quit. Things got a little too crazy.]

[fayzedandconfused]

A different America. A different universe.

[fullmetalbrat]

It doesn't have anything to do with automail either!

[fullmetalbrat]

[WELP THAT'S ENOUGH FOR HIM.]

How the hell do I get home?!

[heart_wrenching]

So we're equally unqualified. Glad we settled that.

[ Bitching: the Amestrian alternative to feelings since 1899. ]

helen gansey | the raven cycle

[vegans]

one. outdoor cafe, de chima.

[ Ganseys typically like being the center of attention, but prefer it be the positive sort. Negative attention implies the need for a careful application of charm. Or, less often (but not unheard of), careful application of pen to checkbook.

Alternatively, when someone makes snide remarks about you in whispered tones that imply you, you of all people, might be some kind of spy (as if you'd risk it, you with your lifetime of photo ops with the family and, more recently, the endless litany of fundraising luncheons and campaign slogan brainstorming sessions), then the only acceptable recourse is raised-voice commentary on the severe lack of tact that motivates this kind of gossiping.

This is precisely what the eldest Gansey sibling is doing now, whilst nursing a cup of coffee and apparently addressing no one in particular. Or perhaps she's addressing you, dear stranger. ]

You'll always catch more flies with honey than vinegar.

two. about town, de chima.

[ Taking photos with adorable children, that's what Ganseys do best. It's closely tied with possessing smiles that can be mistaken for minor supernovas, talking at length regarding topics about which they know very little, saying very little regarding topics about which they're very well-educated, and in the case of 50% of Gansey children, piloting helicopters.

So, Helen is taking pictures with some children. She's used to this. Another of her special skills: smiling in a beautifully genuine and yet utterly distant way completely on command. Magic. She doesn't even need superpowers. Ha! (Honestly, this whole thing could be a very long hallucination from eating bad food, for all she knows.)

Really, she's not sure who thought she wanted them and she's still compiling a list of things that can potentially be accomplished with said superpowers, but! That doesn't mean she won't use them. That doesn't mean all those adorable kids won't leave the area with little sandwiches sans crust and cell phones full of pictures of a rather lovely young woman whose feet sometimes don't seem to be touching the ground. ]

Cucumber sandwich?

[ Doesn't mean she won't offer you one of her magical h'ordeuvres. ]

three. wildcard me.

[ Hit me with your best shot. ]

[vorbarra]

You'll be Ported out eventually. Potentially tomorrow. Potentially next year.

[ Gregor sounds very droll and unaffected by his frustration. ]

Karamatsu | Osomatsu-san

[sopainful]

[It really doesn't matter where this is happening and who it is happening around. There are no choices here. From sea to shining sea it's all the same. Karamatsu is leaning against a wall, posed in his best cool guy who you should notice position. Every once in a while he will slowly lower his sunglasses to peer at a passerby only to shortly thereafter give a satisfied hm! noise and push them back up and return to his hands in the pocket pose.

When you make the mistake of meeting his eyes--something everyone else has worked very hard to avoid--he whips off his sunglasses and gives his best charming smile]

Hello, my little Karamatsu fan ♥

[Please pretend the above text sparkles for full painful obnoxious Karamatsu experience]

[fullmetalbrat]

[How could it be that he, Edward Elric, had fallen for such a stubborn brat of a girl. What had he ever done to deserve this????]

Just—leave the dangerous stuff to me, okay?

[fullmetalbrat]

Random chance isn't good enough.

[Much like his icon, one can almost feel the irritation rolling off of him in waves.]

[ichoosefight]

This. [ She gestures at the two of them. ] You and me, sitting in a cafe in another world making jokes about strangers.

slides in this cafe......

[rocketry]

[ to be fair, alfons really was staring. it's not his fault, really-- after everything that's happened to him, the last person he expected to see is edward. he'd sent him home, hadn't he? he'd watched, before he'd died. edward should be back in amestris with his brother, not.. america.

and is it just alfons, but does edward look.. kind of young?

to edward, alfons himself might look kind of familiar on second glance. oh, sure, his colouring is different, and he's older, but doesn't he resemble alphonse quite a bit? ]

I-- [ he blinks at the hostile response to his staring, then slowly sinks down in the chair opposite edward, hands clenching white-knuckled against the top of the table. ] Edward, what are you doing here? How-- Why would they have brought you here, after-- after everything-- [ unfortunately, the idea of alternate timelines hasn't really occurred to him yet. ]

Re: Karamatsu | Osomatsu-san

[heart_wrenching]

[ Winry's met all kinds of obnoxious weirdos, but this is a new one. And . . . usually you could trust the guys that sparkle, so she's willing to give this particular obnoxious weirdo the benefit of the doubt. ]

Sorry, a what fan?

[protects_the_small]

Not in the least. For one thing we use horses, not floating machines to get around.

And the cities are smaller...and not so paved.

Running water everywhere is nice though.

[sopainful]

Ah, a Karamatsu Girl! And so bold, most are too shy to approach me. I appreciate women like you who so don't let anything stand in their way.

Together we can have a beautiful future...!

[And he pulls out a map and holds it open at her]

Finding our way to the closest fashionable shopping outlet. I don't recognize any of these franchises.

Shusei Kagari | Psycho-Pass

[reprobeat]

01

[Okay Soviets? That's something out of ancient history. Like...super old European stuff. The boogeyman of Western Politics. He guesses it makes sense, everything here is weirdly old, but he didn't think they were that far back. He's not really regretting ignoring and/or forgetting every history class he was ever forced to attend, but he does wish the internet that they can use through the comm device wasn't so janky and low tech. Guess he'd just have to do this the old fashioned way. He walks up to anybody not openly hostile looking and starts talking.]

Hey so what'd the "Soviets" even do? Build a death ray? Make everybody be farmers and wear red?

[From what he skimmed on wikipedia that's...probably what happened, right?]

04

[In a word, Kagari would describe this experience as 'overwhelming'. Sure, being brought to a new world was weird (and more than a bit confusing), getting superpowers was weird (and cool as hell), the way the government acted was weird (like SUPER archaic), but this? All these honest to god job offers. That was the strangest thing yet and Kagari is having a very hard time figuring out how to react.

At first he laughs. It's a joke right? Somebody offering to let him work with children as an educator. It's kind of in bad taste, there's no possible way he's qualified for that. But whatever, no point in getting mad over something so petty. But then the guy actually gives him contact information and details and Kagari blinks. That's taking this too far, and even he's not sure how this is still supposed to be funny. The guy is playing this so straight. He shakes his head, recovers, and brushes the guy off.]

Alright buddy, thanks, but I gotta get going.

[He leaves before the man responds.

But then it keeps happening. Multiple people. Multiple offers. So. Many. Jobs. There's no way the whole city is in on some kind of huge sick prank, so eventually he figures they must actually be real. They sincerely want him as an ad agent, or a public speaker, or who even knows what else. Free stuff was one thing, (that he'd gladly accept), but all this opportunity was very new to him. Eventually he sits on a bench, hands flicking through business cards absent mindedly, not really reading any of them.]

Heh...I guess this is how Akane-chan felt.

[Maybe he'd been a bit harsh on her.]

Karamatsu Matsuno | Osomatsu-san

[karappo]

01. Heropa

[While he does tend to wander the city back home whenever he gets the chance more often than not, Karamatsu has to say that he doesn't really remember wandering far enough to land him in America. But then again, he doesn't remember much beyond waking up and being bombarded with a whole lot of information, right before being turned loose to his own devices. The offer of a free place to stay was nothing to sneeze at, though, not even touching everything else he was being expected to believe.

Whispers all around him is nothing new to Karamatsu, either, and he listens to people talking as he passes with his hands deep in his jacket pockets. Most things he's either good at ignoring or just doesn't hear (maybe because he chooses not to, or selective hearing has grown strong as he's gotten older), but it's hard not to pick up on everything now that he's in an unfamiliar place.

Unsurprisingly, having random strangers approach and lavish thanks onto him is something Karamatsu never tires of, and he basks in the undue praise he receives from each and every person. If you're nearby you can probably hear him now, his baritone carrying quite far as he tips the edge of his glasses down with a smirk.]

Oh no no, please, it is my pleasure. I live to serve and to leave my legacy in this world. Fate has brought me to this city, and I fully intend to do everything in my power to protect it to the best of my ability! No man, woman, or child will-

[And...he just keeps talking. And talking. And still talking even when whoever he was talking to has gotten uncomfortable and walked away, hoping that maybe he wouldn't notice that they ultimately ditched him. It doesn't help that Karamatsu is really talking out of his ass, but...well, who is he to deny these people what it is they truly want?]

04. Nonah

[Now this place Karamatsu could get used to. It's bad enough that he already wears clothing with his image on it, but having people offer to put his face out there for advertising as a job? For money? Sign him the heck up.

In fact...he may or may not be probably agreeing to work with literally everyone who accosts him, meaning that before he really knows what's going on, he's wrapped himself up in no less than a dozen things, and still more are coming by the hour. Karamatsu lives for attention, and this is probably more than he's ever gotten by anyone in his whole life.

Maybe...maybe a little too much. Is that even possible?

He holds up his hands as yet another person approaches him with some sort of offer, a spokesperson this time. He actually looks a little exhausted, his shades pulled off and hanging from the collar of his shirt, his hair a little messy and his shirt partially untucked. He's talked to so many people that he hasn't had a second to breathe, much less attend to his appearance, and that's terrible.]

T-thank you, really, I would love to assist! But I, ah...I do need a moment, can I speak with you some other time?

00. Wildcard

[Feel free to make up something different from the prompts here!]

[fullmetalbrat]

[For a moment it looks like he might snap at Alfons again, but he catches himself when he hears his name and straightens up in his chair to give Alfons a searching look. There's something almost familiar there, but he can't quite place it . . . especially not when his own Alphonse is still trapped in the suit of armor. The comparison isn't quite close enough to make that connection yet.]

After what? How do you know me?

[vorbarra]

I'm not about to discourage you from looking for an alternative. I'd be the first person to sign up for deliberate transportation between dimensions.

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[shuttermouse]

Do you always keep talking when nobody is listening anymore?

[ Says the tiny girl who just watched a few people ditch the chatterbox... ]

[heart_wrenching]

You could at least pretend you're going to avoid rushing head first into as much danger as you can find, you know.

[alreadywon]

I don't know. [He shrugs a little cause... what can you say?] I guess there's worse things it could be.

[heart_wrenching]

[ Uhm. ]


I think you've got me confused with someone else.