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etcelsior2014-05-30 06:02 pm
maskormods) wrote in etcelsior2014-05-30 06:02 pm
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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 anyone's thread, either!
And remember to have fun!01. Your memory is hazy and you might feel increasingly frustrated or anxious, or maybe you're excited as soldiers march past, barely glimpsing you. One second you're somewhere underground, the next you're enveloped in blue light, and suddenly you find yourself directly under Flordia sun's bright and burning glare. A female soldier steps toward you with a wide smile on her face and directs you to a car, ready to debrief you. You realize you are not the only one, surrounded by equally confused or eager faces... and you're all sporting a digital tattoo on your wrist.
02. Welcome to Cape Canaveral, where the smell of the ocean is in the air and locals are more than pleased to see new imPorts roaming their streets. They wave, they cheer, they ask for pictures as politely as they can. The more inhuman you look, or if you're wearing a costume, the more likely locals are to approach. Hey, enjoy the moment! The popular malt shop is offering you a free drink if you need it.
03. The technology in this world is certainly something. The cars are clearly modeled after popular 50s cars, but they hover several feet above the ground as they drive down the street. There are digital jukeboxes in restaurants, motorcycles also hover through traffic, advertisements can be seen on a digital projector on the taller buildings. Even kids on skateboards appear to drift a safe ten feet off the ground while playing!
04. Wherever you are, you can hear the loud revving of an engine, distance at first before you finally see it: a hovercar bursting around the corner, going beyond the maximum speed limit and just barely making its sharp turn. It doesn't appear to be slowing down any time soon, not with two police cars trailing it... and uh oh. Those skateboarding kids don't have much time to get out of the way as the car comes speeding down the road. You've been brought here for a reason Hero — so you better act fast.
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so against her better judgement she's moseying into the crowd, eyes flicking uncertainly from person to person. she's never actually. tried to dissipate a group of really fixated people before, and isn't exactly sure how to go about it. should she make a scene herself? try and pull her arm off and wave it around like a traffic controller? or something more subtle??
subtle is probably better, all things considered. and so Hazel finds herself turning to the girl next to her and trying her utmost to sound casual as she vomits up the first thing that springs to mind]
Man, can you believe that Superman's signing autographs at the malt shop right now? You'd think he'd have something better to do.
[and, to her complete, surprise, it actually works. the girl sprints off as the news ripples gently through the group of people, all of them gradually following suit in a less hurried manner.
it leaves Hazel standing there, obviously startled at the efficiency of her own machinations, and probably looking more than a little stupid. her gaze flicks briefly down to Blade Wolf, as if she's asking him for confirmation that that really just happened.]
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It's strange how humans become so attracted to the prospect of something being signed by a public figure, and Blade Wolf doesn't even know who Superman is.
But he does know who his "savior" is.]
You have my thanks. [... As well as he can convey thanks with a voicebox that limits him to a synthetic, monotone drone in any case.]
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[Hazel's expression still betrays a little uncertainty about the entire situation, but her words are sincere. it's gratifying to help people out, even if it's something as small as securing a little more personal space.]
Although I didn't actually think that would work. Guess everyone's really worked up today.
[she laughs a little, shoving her hands into her pockets. it's not really all that funny, but this whole day has thrown her out into the proverbial ocean without a life preserver and laughter is the closest thing to normalizing she can conjure up at present]
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Popularity is part of human culture, is it not? I am an unknown quantity, but this Superman may be. Humans will gravitate towards what is better known.
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[at this point Hazel realizes that not only has she been detailing what she'd like to get out of a fantasy meetup with Superman to a robot dog, she's been making accompanying gestures for the whole thing. she cuts herself off and awkwardly lets her arms fall to her side.
she doesn't quite know how to brush the embarrassing display aside (you're at least nineteen, girl, this isn't the age for getting excited over comic book heroes) in a smooth manner, so she simply gives up and switches topics completely. nothing could be worse than that, at least.]
Uh, anyway. I'm Hazel.