AIN'T NOBODY FRESHER THAN MY CLIQUE

[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, deeply masculine 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!"

"That's just what Ronald Chump says!" Exclaims a young woman. She raises her fist in anger at the imPort-hating individual. "We're not going to tolerate bigots here!"

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. Science and technology are the lifeblood of this city, so you're likely to come across a good many locals taking your picture with the newest of devices. Be forewarned: since FanPort happened, imPort fandom is at a new height. Don't be surprised if people start following you just to see if you'll do anything TMZ-worthy.

The trick is to stay calm, and don't wig out if someone asks what you think about imPort shipping.

03. Maurtia Falls, Pennsylvania, is having a rainy day. The streets seem to be running with water, the sky can't seem to stop crying. You might want to check out some consumerism-inclined shelter, be that a smoky and dart-eyed bar full of grumbling locals, or a grimy and industrial coffee shop (full of grumbling locals). Watch your step, newly minted imPort, because if you let on that you're fresh meat then you're likely to attract a posse of two or three sharp knuckled no-good-dooers. This is the criminally exciting part of town, so beware.

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. There's a baseball game going on in one of the parks amidst all those tall buildings, and you're welcome to watch! It's not an official game in the season, it's more like a friendly skirmish between local baseball teams. Midway through the game, the umpire might take note of you new imPorts -- assuming you're standing out in the crowd. He'll welcome you to throw a pitch if you'd like! Of course, the opposing team isn't too keen on the idea. Better look for more imPorts to play ball!

Comments

[coppelganger]

Well. Y'know. Shit happens.

[ She says it as casually as she can, but can't entirely disguise the bitterness in her voice. Still. Yes, okay, MK ran out on her. But judging by the Neos who showed up immediately after, Sarah can't blame her for it. Much. ]

Network

[newwaver]

You don't.

[I mean. Unless she wants more bruises. He's assuming she doesn't, but it's always hard to say when it comes to Helena.]

[oves]

[ Mika shirks as she's startled by the new arrival. Squinting, she moves her head so that her hair falls almost halfway across her face. She doesn't recognize this person, but he obviously thinks he knows her, which only means...

No, they wouldn't go about this way. Too direct, not professional at all. ]

Who are you?

[ Her accent gets thicker as she panics a bit, still trying to disappear on her seat. ]

[oves]

[ Wrong time she ran on her! But she doesn't notice. Yet. ]

I couldn't think straight with him around. I am sorry.

network

[oves]

[ Sticking to text because being sociable is tiring. ]

Use protection.

[pesticide]

In many places too. But now I live in America with my sestras. ( she reaches out a hand as if she's considering touching the image of her newly discovered clone's face, but she stops mid-gesture and clasps her hands together instead. ) I am Helena, what is your name?

[oves]

You know others?

[ Fear creeps into her voice. It's not safe, she wants to say. It's never safe for them. Instead, she nods slowly. ]

You can call me Mika. [ Veera Suominen is dead. ]

network

[coppelganger]

[ Oh, Helena.

Seeing her again, safe and (it looks like, anyway) happy is good. Seeing her with a hoverboard, however, is... concerning. Sarah tries to moderate her expression as she turns on the feed, but she can't quite manage it. ]

What've you got there, Meathead?

[pesticide]

( wow felix, where's the support :c )

I have seen many people using them. ( and another cookie, just to punctuate the sentence ) They don't fall.

rosita espinosa | the walking dead.

[pejoratives]

Mauritia Falls.

( Rain seemed fitting enough, given what the weather was doing before she got here. She doesn't even remember falling asleep, just that desperate press of bodies as they tried to hold the barn doors shut in the face of walkers and the storm. She's drenched, standing as she watches the rain fill up a water bottle that she's got with her, a messy R on the lid that's shoved in the pocket of her shorts. In her hands there's a gun, and still as she might seem, she is tense - hypervigilant.

The sight of a person walking towards her, rather than dragging and shambling and whatever the hell pretentious way there might be to describe the walker crawl makes her tense up. There was no way in hell she was heading into a bar, and she wasn't eager to miss a chance to grab water while she can.

Rosita has exactly no concerns in turning her gun on someone, no matter if they're antagonistic or a little more innocent.

a. There is suddenly a gun in your face. ) Walk away. Now.

( b. Or the second option is that there is not a gun being stuck in the face of someone who was trying to mug you - or right behind their ear, more specifically. She doesn't say anything, there is only the quiet click of a safety being turned off. )


Wildcard me!

Because I'm lazy! 8Db

[pesticide]

( helena on the other hand hates texting. the things you do for family, am i right??? )

There were pads for knees and elbows in the man's shop. I think I will have to return and get some.

( she is a trained assassin goddamnit, hoverboards should be a piece of cake )

[coppelganger]

[ If only Sarah knew there would be a second time, she would be... not surprised. Oh well. Maybe it's karma for all those times she ran off on everybody.

She frowns, confused. ]

Him? The paramedic?

network!

[doubleblind]

[Cosima hasn't met her, but Sarah told her about another clone. One wearing a sheep mask. And sure, there's a chance that it's someone else, but Cosima likes her odds that the person behind the mask has her face.

She remembers bits and pieces of what Sarah told her about their newly found sister. She replies to the video message carefully, voice calm and a sincere smile on her face. She wants to get to know the other woman, doesn't want to scare her off.]

Hey. Nice mask.

[pesticide]

( the 'do not call me this' almost forms on her lips, she's ready to say it, but instead she just smiles at sarah and reaches a hand out towards her twin's image, tipping her head. )

It is good to see you, Sarah. ( but, more importantly: the hoverboard ) The man told me everyone uses them here.

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[subourbon]

[Not for the first time, Alison wonders at how those nuns in Ukraine weren't able to get a modicum of table manners into Helena. Somehow, this seems more important than where on earth Helena had managed to find a hoverboard, but she focuses on the latter anyway.]

I don't think that's the safest activity for you right now, Helena. Where are you?

[pesticide]

Mika. It is a nice name. ( she hears the fear, of course. for all her oddities, it's easy to forget that helena is highly trained and hyper-vigilant, conditioned to notice everything. her mission isn't to terminate any more, but she still notices all the same. )

There are three here with me. More elsewhere, possibly, maybe. It's a good family.

mauritia

[magnitudes]

( Sarissa, naturally, just wanted to get reach something and this is just a terrible instance of her luck being terrible. )

Hey. I wanted some pretzels.

( The ey is dragged out, hitches up and sounds especially indignant in the way that Australians seem to be able to do more than just about anyone else. )

[pesticide]

( only god can judge her, alison )

A coffee-house. ( cafe ) Near the man with the board. ( street vendor ) I am still learning.

[subourbon]

[Alison debates just turning around and leaving, pretending like she's never seen this new "sister". But delaying the inevitable never usually works out, so with a muttered, muted prayer under her breath, she approaches the other woman with her own non-alcoholic drink in hand and taps her lightly on the shoulder with some trepidation. Surely Helena was the only temporarily homicidal clone on the lam? She can only hope.]

Excuse me, do you mind if I join you? I think...

[She trails off, not sure of the best phrasing for this.]

... I think that maybe we're related.

[Mentally, she berates herself for not pushing for octuplets instead of quintuplets as the cover story.]

[newwaver]

Felix. I'm Sarah's foster brother.

[Hopefully Sarah's name will help things. Clearly his initial approach hadn't been the best one. Of course, that's assuming he's even right. He's heard a little of a clone of this description, but distant as he's been keeping himself he's not entirely in the loop. Still. He keeps that doubt to himself for the moment.]

[pesticide]

( the familiar face gives her pause, and the accent just straight up throws her. helena stares point blank for all of a minute before she releases the all too familiar looking stranger, palm open towards her by way of an apologetic gesture. ) I did not know you were a sestra.

( it's not an apology, but her tone is at least somewhat contrite, and she drops her hands and shoves one into her oversized jacket pockets instead. the other reaches blindly behind her until she finds the bowl, and without breaking the slightly ("slightly") awkward eye contact helena hands over the bowl. )

Is your hand alright?

( such concerns, many cares. wow. )

[subourbon]

[Oh good, all of that was completely useless in helping her to locate her most unpredictable "sestra". She tries not to sound or look impatient, reminding herself that it's not Helena's fault that she is the way she is.]

Does the "coffee-house" have a name?

[newwaver]

[This is the support.]

And I can guarantee you every one of them is a total arsehole. Trust me. You're much better off staying far away from them.

[pesticide]

A cat.

( still not very helpful, but after she takes a sip of her drink she holds up a menu for the lucky cat cafe, entirely too close to the device and blurry until she draws it back a bit. still, it's better than "a coffee-house". )

Do you know it?

[oves]

Good. I can check it later, it might need tuning.

[ Leave it to MK to make everything work better. ]