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

[unwiseheart]

You want a city that loves you, you'll want to head for Nonah. [ Of course, that also means dealing with lots and lots of attention, which, personally, Nicolas could do without. ] And yeah, I do. However could you tell?

[ There's a weak smirk that accompanies the question, marking it as one he does know the answer to. Prime target right here, unless he keeps his mouth shut. In any case! He'll take one more drag off is cigarette, turning away from Sam to blow the smoke away from them, before putting it out. ]

Not much a bother, this one was about done anyhow. What kind of places are you looking for?

[shifting]

I'll settle for a city that treats me like anybody else. They have those here? [his tone makes it clear he's not holding his breath. But Nicolas's smirk earns one in return, and even a breath of a laugh.] I get a lucky guess every now and again.

[Sam leans back against the wall, scratching at his chin.] Well now, that is a question. I guess I'm thinkin' -

[Wolf.

Sam's nostrils flare as the last of the cigarette smoke fades, and before he can help it his lip is curling up to show a hint of teeth. He takes a step away, pulls his hands out of his pockets - but really looks more annoyed than anything else, rubbing at his face and groaning. Of course. Of fuckin' course that's who he'd run into. A goddamn werewolf, just his luck, and without the cigarette Nicolas is just as likely to smell Sam now too.]

Christ, how the fuck is it I get thrown into whole goddamn new world and I'm still runnin' into weres?

[unwiseheart]

[ That's... unexpected? Yeah, unexpected. Nicolas's first reaction is to immediately take a step back, surprised, but he resists the urge to reach for any kind of weapon concealed on him currently. He doesn't know what's up yet and he similarly checks the air, trying to smell past the smoke.

Another wolf? No, not quite. Something close? Something similar? But he isn't about to confirm what he is, either. ]

The hell are you on about? Weres?

[ His own world still makes an effort at secrecy and that is always, always what his first resort is. Continue the lie. ]

[shifting]

[Sam all but ignores the protest, pinching the bridge of his nose.]

Look, I've got nothin' against you personally, all right, but I've got no time for werewolves. I barely had the patience for 'em in my world and adjustin' to this one is difficult enough without runnin' into whatever packs you all have set up here.

[he gives Nicolas a level look, eyes straight and shoulders square. You don't show weakness to a werewolf; that's rule number one in his world.]

So how 'bout I never saw you, and you never saw me, and we'll leave it that.

[unwiseheart]

[ Okay, onto plan B. Appear non-threatening? There's no real way to do that, the undeniably unsettling way he'll always come off as not quite human, but he's by no means a tall and imposing man. Cigarette cast away, he's free to put his hands up in an attempt at some appeasing gesture, to show, look, no weapons, no claws, it's fine. ]

You know, it's not really fair. I can't even pin down what kind of Changing Breed you are, if you aren't a wolf yourself. All that's coming up is dog. [ Which isn't possible, at least not back on his own version of Earth. ] But there aren't any packs, if that's what you're getting your hackles up about.

[shifting]

[Sam still nearly just walks away - he doesn't owe a were anything, no need to waste his time here when he's just laid out terms that are more than fair - but Nicolas is already showing more restraint, more care than any were in his own world would. They tend to flash fang when they get called out, not put up their hands and ask questions. That alone makes Nicolas different. Worth a question, at least. Sam still keeps the distance between them, wary, but at least he's not stalking away.]

...Changing Breed? Haven't heard that one before. The hell kind of were are you, that you can't smell a shifter?

[he shakes his head.] The only reason there wouldn't be packs here are if there aren't enough wolves to make one, I know how ya'll are.