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maskormods) wrote in etcelsior2016-06-25 01:14 pm
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WAKE UP IN THE MORNING FEELING LIKE
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 there's only one rule in Test Drive Meme Club: 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, while others might not say anything -- but if you have something nasty to say, better not say anything at all, right? But on closer inspection of these Silent Stanleys and Stellas, you might notice that some people actually back away from any imPort who quite obviously looks like they aren't "from around the neighborhood". Once in a while, you may hear a voice raised:
"Did you see how visible their elections have become? They're just trying to grab power! Have you seen the homes they live in?
Of course, for every claim, there's a rebuttal; you may well hear a competing voice arguing, "They deserve to have a say in things too! You know it's different for them!"
ImPorts are a divisive issues, even in pretty Heropa.
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 very presence. Look at you! Organic wonder! 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. The imPort craze is at an all-time high, and considering the ambition of many of De Chima's residents, you may find yourself cornered by overzealous imPort fans, media wannabes and opportunists alike, shoving cameras in your face.
Their questions are less politically charged than they are mundane, however; get ready for an interview about your taste in romantic partners, personal underwear choices, favourite foods, and more!
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 bound to find a few people who decide that the only proper welcome for an imPort is a nice set of knuckles to the face.
One or two more cowardly locals may hesitate before giving you such a greeting, however, with a muttered, "Wonder if the new guy in office is gonna do more than the last one."
Ouch. Look at the political savvy on this guy!
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. You may find yourself in the midst of a few closed-off streets for some occasion or another - whether it be a food cart festival, no-car day, or something else! - and surrounded by the hum of people, the waft of food being served on the street, and plenty of attention
Look there -- someone's demoing a VR roller coaster! Won't you give it a shot?
Alfred Pennyworth | Dawn of Justice (DCU)
Spending too much time in the hot, Florida sunshine has Alfred itching to return to Gotham City in a way he never expected. Winter was just settling in at home when he was deposited here, leaving behind a staggering amount of work to be done at home ahead of Christmas, work he'd rather be getting on with instead of finding his feet here. Luthor's warning to Bruce is something he's kept turning over in the back of his mind, lodged there like an irritating burr. What else could be out among the stars?
An argument pulls him from his thoughts, the back and forth of a loud conversation between two patrons in line at this small, sleeky modern cafe. Lowering his coffee cup, he glances up to find he's not the only one watching the men debate imPort politics. Alfred takes a chance and addresses the person at the table across from him, his voice low, "What do they mean by that?"
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The advantage of closing in on sixty and having a fashion sense that hovers somewhere around "hipster grandpa" means Alfred is so unremarkable-looking he's left unmolested by fans and their cameras. No one's hounding him to ask what color his shorts are, for mercy much thanks.
That doesn't stop him from noticing when another imPort - young, just as green as he was only a few weeks ago, and wearing an expression of discomfort - is chased by one, then another hopeful blogger. A third brings up the rear, her friends hot on her tail, scenting fresh meat. "Who does your hair?" The first girl begs to know, smudging her fingers frantically over her camera settings. Gotta get just the right filter, huffing a bit to keep up with her imPort target.
"Where do you shop?" "Tell us about your personal style icons!" "Just one more pic, please!" "One more-" Against his better judgement, but feeling compelled to help all the while, Alfred steps in to cut across the field of flashes and intimately personal questions, shielding the younger imPort from view under a sheltering arm.
"Cross the street ahead," he tells them quietly, keeping a brisk pace ahead of the mob. "We'll lose them when the light changes."
Wildcard
[ Come say hi, will match style, I'm easy. ]
02!
And now there’s FANS added to the mix. At least here in De Chima. All because she’d rescued one kid from a burning building. She’d gone to De Chima with her dad so they could attend some conference on the latest tech. It hadn’t taken up all of their time, so they had a chance to explore a little. They’d parted ways for a couple hours when it had happened. She’d caught sight of smoke billowing skyward and gone to see if she could help without even thinking. (The memory of a week as a speedster superhero sharp in her mind) An apartment building had been on fire, a little girl trapped inside on the fifth floor. It had been a simple flight, straight up, straight down, and she’d still wiped out on the landing (and wobbled a little in the air) but the little girl had been all right. Had been safe, and that was what mattered. The only thing that mattered.
But she’d been on the NEWS, almost immediately following the rescue and suddenly there are bloggers following her. This isn’t something she’s used to. She helped her dad a lot with public events back home, and knows how to handle the public eye. Just not THIS sort of public eye. No one had hounded her this way. Chasing her through the streets. She’d managed to lose them for a little bit, but they found her.
She stands out like a sore thumb with the wings.
So when they start in again with the chasing she’s panicked and deeply uncomfortable. And getting even more panicked and uncomfortable the more intimately personal questions they hurl at her. All she wants to do is go home. Go find her dad. Go back to Heropa. Then there’s someone stepping in, someone she doesn’t recognize, doesn’t know, hiding her as best he can with a sheltering arm.
The relief is so intense it hurts.
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Her unwanted entourage makes a stab at following them as traffic picks up, but soon the crowd is lost under the outrage of several car horns, the vituperative swears from irate drivers like a wailing chorus: "Get the fuck outta the street!" Once he's hustled them around the corner, up a much more quiet lane, Alfred lets his temporary charge go. The smell of smoke clings to her, at odds with her appearance, with her folded wings. Wings. Weeks in to this new world and it's still surprising him.
"We've lost them. Are you all right?" he asks her, gentle and calm.
mostly 02! he's not that new. ANYWAY ENJOY YOUR AU GRANDSON.
It might have even worked, if it wasn't for the fact that Tim suddenly freezes at the sound of that voice. "...Alfred?"
tiiiiiiiim!
"Beg pardon?" A camera flashes in his eye, as one of the more persistent girls tries to thwart Alfred's wall to nab a picture. Ow. C'mon, keep moving.
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And then, when they're finally safe from prying eyes, he blurts out: "You don't - you don't know me, do you."
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After a moment of study, never one to mince his words, Alfred asks, "So, how is it that you know me?"