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Mask or Menace | MODERATORS ([personal profile] maskormods) wrote in [community profile] etcelsior2016-09-23 04:37 pm
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Oh how the gentle wind beckons through the leaves!


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!

whathawksdo: (pic#8939806)

[personal profile] whathawksdo 2016-09-29 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
They aren't High Dragons or even the little ones, though. [ If she cared for secrecy, she might have left the High Dragons out, but... ] The porter found ones that speak as plainly as we do somewhere.
buttonedup: (gaze ↪ an instrument of His will)

[personal profile] buttonedup 2016-09-30 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
( She just... stares at the other woman for a moment. It is a stare that eventually hardens into a glare. )

Surely you must be joking.

(Please tell her you're joking.)
whathawksdo: (can't we talk about this? no?)

[personal profile] whathawksdo 2016-09-30 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
I wish! In all honesty, I can't even claim I've never met a talking dragon back home, though I'm not sure if she actually counts as a real dragon. [ Flemeth is weird. ] But we should probably move along. Your audience doesn't seem to be growing bored.

[ Probably due to how they're still discussing dragons. So, Hawke nods in the direction she'd been going before stopping and turns to go. The dogs don't all turn as one to follow, instead taking their time to get up and wander along after. If Cassandra cares to do the same, she's more than welcome to. ]
buttonedup: (beside ↪ all the tears they cry)

[personal profile] buttonedup 2016-10-04 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
( Cassandra decides she isn't quite done talking with the woman yet; she quickens her pace so she can follow at a respectable pace. She tosses a glance over her shoulder as though the crowd might be inclined to begin pursuit, if they let them. )

Do you think we can lose them?
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[personal profile] whathawksdo 2016-10-05 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, certainly! It's very easy. All we have to do is-- [ Now, this might be silly, but she has found the average "modern" person unable to run all that well, which is why she grabs this poor, unsuspecting... well, whoever this is! By the arm and pulls as she bursts into a dash away from the crowd. ] Run!

[ With the dogs trailing after, of course. ]
buttonedup: (fight ↪ for a profit on the street)

[personal profile] buttonedup 2016-10-05 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
( It's not that Cassandra's bad at running, it's just--

-- she would have appreciated more notice. It is not difficult for her to keep pace with the woman once she's regathered her wits about her. The real problem is, of course, the dogs. The damn dogs. There are so many of them and she cannot keep track of them all and before she knows it she is stumbling, one of the animals letting out a low whine as the edge of her boot accidentally connects with its side.

Regaining her footing, Cassandra finds herself nonsensically muttering a stream of barely decipherable apologies.

Because she didn't feel terrible enough already. )