Oh how the gentle wind beckons through the leaves!

[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 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? This month has been a rocky one, and locals are beginning to eye imPorts with renewed scrutiny; if people like them can get superpowers, are imPorts really that special, after all? Some people usher their children away from anyone clearly not 'from around here,' while other natives may be brave enough to directly approach obvious imPorts and ask their thoughts on the war with Russia and what the imPort ambassadors are planning to do about it.

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 you may find yourself cornered by overzealous imPort fans, media wannabes and opportunists alike, shoving cameras in your face.

Their questions are likely to be fairly 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 populated by a whole lot of people who are having awfully bad days. With the emergence of locals with superpowers, many seem to have latched onto their new supercharged identities with an incredible amount of gusto. As your character walks down the street, they may find themselves accosted by a large man in his mid-20s, dressed in an ill-fitting spandex suit of orange and yellow. As he thrusts his finger into an imPort's face, the spandex rides up, turning into more of a crop-top, which he duly tugs back down before shouting, "You're not the special ones anymore, imPorts! Feel the wrath of Heartburn!"

Stupid name aside, he does seem to have superpowers as he breathes a large plume of fire. His aim isn't great, though; it could hit the imPort in question, or be sent in the direction of a nearby local, or even a particularly flammable building.

What will you do, Hero?

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. This fine day, pumpkin spice seems to be in style, to the point at which you happen to be crashing an open pumpkin spice festival. From drinks to sweet treats to some other things that really, really shouldn't be pumpkin spice flavoured (pumpkin spice flavoured vodka, anyone? It tastes like regret!), everyone seems to be in the mood for the upcoming season.

Taste test a few samples and take in the hustle and bustle of the city, everyone! And hey, if just gorging yourself isn't enough, why not try your hand at the pumpkin carving contest going on? The competition is fierce!

Comments

2.

[foreshadower]

Manners!

[ Says someone who is actually old news at this point, so nobody's paying attention to him, despite the out of place get-up. Diablo was new! Fresh! The talk of everyone who could see him, and really, since he wasn't flying away... it could probably be assumed that he wasn't too upset, right? ]

Maybe if you... tried to shove through the crowd, they'd let you through? [ Shade suggested, from his resting place -- a little café with a pretentious sounding name, where there was nobody else eating outside other than the immortal. Who sipped at his cup of tea like that was a perfectly normal thing to do in the middle of the day. ]

[arsiento]

[ Man, not everyone can fly! Diablo looks over, his expression reflecting about how impressed he is with that advice. ]

Wow, you come up with that all on your own? [ Dead-ass sarcasm. ] What you think I've been trying to do, man? Ain't like I asked for this, but they ain't listening -- and me, I know better. I start shoving, someone gonna be on their phone to the cops in a minute, you know?

[ Like he said, they're barely even listening to him, continuing to snap away with their phones and cameras regardless of where he walks or what he says if it's not in response to their questions. So, anything he says. ]

Manners ain't never make the difference.

[foreshadower]

[ Shade could use a lesson in privilege, obviously. As it was, he just looked them over, and then looked to him.

Yeah, he did look like the kind of person that someone would call the cops about, with those tattoos. He certainly wasn't acting like that kind of person. ]

Well, I suppose... you may be correct. [ He paused, then. ]

Would you like some help?

[ He called. Still sitting down. ]

[arsiento]

[ The offer, naturally, is met with a fair degree of skepticism which is not entirely absent from Diablo's face. Not that he was in a friendly mood to begin with, but he hardly looks relieved either -- his brow quirks as if to say, yeah, you think? ]

You wanna help, man, I ain't stopping you.

[ That might be something to see, assuming the dude does get off his ass. Diablo doesn't have especially high expectations, but anything is better than dealing with this invasive crowd persistently following him; more than he cares about his own privacy, even, he can just sense that his patience might snap if it keeps up, and who knew what might happen at that point. Nothing good, probably. ]

[foreshadower]

Very well, very well.

[ A wave of a hand -- and was that lace at his wrist? -- and Diablo would find himself suddenly teleported, a quick tunnel of shadows and darkness, a flash of cold, before he'd promptly be dropped right in the seat across from Shade.

Who sipped at his coffee mildly, and leaned back, one leg crossed over the other. The crowd looked shocked, and then turned, before one lifted a camera, only to have it smacked out of their hand by a small, demonic-looking thing, tiny, before it slipped back into the shadows, as if it had never been. ]

There we are. Better?