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I PUT THEM TO BED, NOW THEY ARE DREAMS, AND WE GO --
T E S T D R I V E M E M E
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 ON THE TEST DRIVE MEME!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. Many of the locals might thank you for always lending your service to the nation and their local troubles, while others might not say anything -- but if you have something nasty to say, better not say anything at all, right? That's just the Heropan way.
But despite the relatively small size and mostly easy-going population, this here is not a city immune to the urbane ways of the world. And Heropa, like the rest of the world, adheres to the calendar of this universe. You, fine imPort, have just happened to land squarely on SING LIKE YOU'RE IN A MUSICAL DAY! Wowee! Locals and tourist natives alike will conspire to cajole you into singing your GREATEST WISHES and CLOSING ACT songs. And, oh, you don't feel like singing? Then BEWARE of anyone spritzing a sweet-smelling yellow perfume at you -- that's a lasting vestige from the crumbled HEAVEN SCENT corporation, still on the market, and it will COMPEL YOU TO SING. Even if it's for a few minutes, you'll be singing a few bars. It's nothing personal, the locals just want you to feel like you belong.
Happy Sing Like You're In A Musical Day!
02. De Chima, Virginia, is a large city with a healthy economy, and though it's quieter than Heropa, there are still large numbers of citizens to be awed at your very presence. Look at you! Organic wonder! Those words have meaning here. 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 or recently published PLoS papers. The imPort craze remains high here, and you may find yourself cornered by overzealous imPort fans, media wannabes and opportunists alike, shoving cameras in your face. Some of them MAY ask if you personally know the De Chima Ambassador, Sam Merlotte. Beware if you answer in the affirmative; anything from personal questions about romantic chances to bedroom habits to dietary queries might come up!
If you wander the clean streets beneath those chrome and glass skyscrapers, you'll come upon the limited greenery clearing that De Chima possesses. You'll see a live demonstration in the middle of small Newton Park. A live demonstration! Of what, you ask! Of the start-up company DeCRYPTO CANINE! You'll find a fenced little area in the park fitted for a low-rise stage. On that stage are lots of dogs -- terriers, labradors, dachshunds, huskies, even a great dane or two. Around the collar of every one of these dogs is a glowing blue band encapsulated in a silver framing. When the demonstration begins (at the push of a big red button on a remote control), the glowing blue changes to yellow, to green, or to red -- all depending on the dog.
"Communication with our good canine buds!" Says the woman on the stage with the microphone and the remote. "DeCRYPTO CANINE translates blood pressure and adrenaline into mood, and mood into limited speech! At long last!"
Who let the dogs out? This woman, because she opened the fencing floodgates and these dogs ran to greet the waiting audience. Wagging tails -- green! And a computerized voice says "YOU ARE NEW HELLO I SMELL YOUR BUTT NOW WE ARE FRIENDS".
Whimpering, lowered tails -- yellow! Concern! "YOUR CROTCH SMELLS BAD. ARE YOU SICK."
Tense shoulders, hunched posture -- red! "BAD MAN BAD MAN BAD MAN!"
What will these dogs reveal about you?
03. Maurtia Falls, Pennsylvania has carried a reputation for ups and downs ever since imPorts began reappearing again, just those few years prior. Several imPort heroes have put focused efforts into cleaning up the streets of this somewhat infamous city, while a handful of others had swooped in to help the criminal industry thrive. More so here than the streets of any other imPort city, the battle between good and evil looks more like a war of escalation than a heroic tale -- but that war waging is taking a turning tide thanks to the order and regulation established by Ambassador Petyr Baelish. Locals know him best for his library and his hardline on containing the criminal element. Trustworthy guy, they'll tell you. But one man's leadership isn't enough to clean up a troubled city in a year's time; everything from the classic bank heist to brutal bloodbaths can happen around the corner. You have to keep your eyes open and your mind sharp when you live in Maurtia Falls.
Case in point: the two cars screeching down the bust, bustling streets of this noir-styled city. A green car and a red car, both sedan styled, dodging and weaving through midday traffic like they had learned to drive at a bumper car rally. Not too far behind is the wail of several police sirens. You know that the police are too far away, that these speeding vehicles might make it to the off-ramp freeway and get home-free -- what do you do about it? Huh, hero? What do you do?
NOTHING
Just go about your business. Crazy day, huh?
CHASE THE GREEN CAR
Going 79 MPH in a 35 MPH zone, that'll be some chase. Careful about the other vehicles, parked cars, pedestrians. But when you catch up to the fleeing vehicle, beware: the lady in the passenger side is armed. The lady in the driver's seat is armed. The guy tied up in the trunk is not armed. These sunglass-wearing bounty hunters will fire at you, they are armed and dangerous. They are mean. They will not humor your shit. And they are hauling tail trying to...
CATCH THE RED CAR
If you pursue the red car first, you will find a very angry Bonnie and Clyde type couple with hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of diamonds and jewels in their backseat. They have a bazooka.
04. Nonah, North Carolina, has its own unique rhythm; it is loud, busy and there's some kind of energy in the air that gets everyone buzzing with excitement. To be American is to be part of a melting pot, and that there's more money to be made by the thriving local industries hardly hurts. Natives may gather around new arrivals and ask both personal and broad questions about life as an imPort, what they are looking forward to, what their favorite article of underwear is. They probably already think they know what Ambassador Miles' favorite article of underwear is -- and it's probably a kinky assumption. Whoops!
If you prefer to dodge the unsavory bustle, take a walk downtown into the heartbeat district. There you can find the throbbing nightclubs and dazzling haute bars. And as a newly arrived imPort, you're invited to the VIP lounge of the hautest bar in town: THE TIPPING POINT. It is a very fancy affair, however, so if you're not dressed to the nines, you WILL be taken care of and given a designer suit or cocktail dress to borrow for the evening. All you have to do in return is smile for the cameras! And there WILL be cameras, along with B-List celebrities hobbing at your elbows. Lucky night for you if you're JUST at the legal drinking age, but not quite there -- this lounge doesn't card. So sit down, take your gin and tonic, and smile.
Gina Linetti | Brooklyn 99
[This is very loud and these people are trying way too hard. The whole thing is kind of a mess really and all she has to do is go see what dump these people are making her stay at until she gets a better place. They're all singing and she is walking past, eyes on her phone to see what bogus data and apps are available.]
Nope.
God, and to think they couldn't bring my phone with me, now I have to start my autocorrect all over again.
[She isn't looking up from her phone, but it's almost like everyone moves out of her way. The perfume just sort of misses her as she walks by the spritzer.]
2. De Chima
[Mmkay all these dogs are a big no. Again with the loud and now messy. Oh but then that woman comes up on the megaphone and she keeps her head down, looking at her phone still but her voice raises up loudly over everything:] Literally no one asked for this!
[And then the dogs are out. They're everywhere but they, like the crowd in Heropa, seem to make a path for her, miss walking into her. The dogs' collars are yellow but they keep trying to sniff at her only to walk past her.]
3. Nonah
[Do you know what she needs? A drink. A lot of drinks because this whole place is bananas ridiculous. And being invited to a VIP event? Finally someone understanding how important she is. Hell, she'll even take the makeover thing if she gets to wear expensive stuff. Sure they said "borrow" buuuuuuuut this stuff may not quite make it back to the owners. She'll probably make a couple changes to it so it's more her, but Gina could get used to the five star treatment. The real problem is this dress doesn't have pockets for her phone. Great.
But she cruises through the party, smiles at the cameras because] Yes yessss, bitches. Finally being seen as the goddess I am.
I'M FREAKING OUT RN - 1
Well, sorta.
It's kinda buried under the analogous six feet of cement and blood and dirt and gasoline and whatever, but it's there.
Somewhere.
Rosa's casually flicking around a butterfly knife like it's a toy, gaze completely on Gina. Yet, somehow, she never seems to injure herself. It's unclear whether she's even acutely aware of the knife swirling and snapping in her hand. She's casually leaning against some brick facade, looking like she's been plucked straight outta some kinda greaser movie, and she looks fucking Done.]
Service here sucks, by the way.
who wouldn't if they saw her honestly
Now why would I autocorrect myself when I spent weeks cultivating a perfect list for it to use. They should have just brought my phone with me and saved everyone the trouble.
[At least it's Rosa. And not anyone else. She won't thank god or anything because it dddoooooesn't negate the fact she's now here and not home.]
How suck are we talking.
no subject
[Rosa flicks closed her butterfly knife like it's the period of a sentence and slips the thing back into the portal on the inside of her leather jacket. She doesn't explain where it goes or what's going on, but when she takes her hand back out, it's empty.]
I could be super fucking mean and take you to this world's version of Brooklyn, but even I'm not that terrible. Your stupid bakery isn't even there.
3
Is that a figure of speech, or are you a real goddess?
[ That may sound like a pick-up line, but hey, weirder things have happened!! ]
LMAO FEY
[The voices around her sort of just silence when she talks. Which is all she needs because daaaaaaamn, Magnus.]
I'm as real a goddess as those are. [Yeah, she's just got her eyes glued to his pecs. Someone to give Terry a run for his money.]
Now this party is going.
SHE DESERVES IT
The titties bounce. That's all there is to it. They bounce very well, and now they're bouncing just for Gina.
TIDDY
BOUNCE
TIDDY
BOUNCE ]
I guess you really are a goddess, then, because these puppies are the realest thing you'll see all day. What're you the goddess of, then?
[ Does he really believe she's a goddess? Ehhh. Up for debate. Is it more fun to go with it? Hell yeah. ]
it's true she does
The goddess of making dreams reality, my friend. Why else would you be right here in front of meeee.
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Hey, you can look, but you can't touch!
[ ... ]
Not below the belt, anyway. You can touch the guns if you want, [ he concedes, magnanimously. He doesn't want to flirt, but he wouldn't deprive anyone of the joy of touching his biceps if they really, really wanted to. They're good biceps. He wanted to get a tattoo on one so he could watch it stretch out when he was a young man, and it's probably best for everyone involved that he has since decided against this course of action. ]
Soooooo goddess of making dreams reality, can you make my dreams a reality?
2 de chima uhhh tags all the b99s??
Everyone asked for this, you monster!
[the labrador whines and puts its head on his shoulder.]
Oh-- I know, I know... don't listen to her, she don't know shit, you're lovely.
as well you should
[Dear god the dogs are everywhere. He's already found the equivalent of twitter in this world and is livetweeting the whole affair as it happens.]
That dog doesn't love anyone, it only loves destruction.
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Who hurt you?!
3
Odin didn't get changed like he was supposed to, which means he's just in his shitty half-naked rave mesh bodysuit or whatever. He's dicking around at the bar, getting dirty looks from people for being too loud and wearing garbage, and he's cradling a raspberry cocktail with, like, the sickest raddest pink parasol in it that the world has ever seen. Which he just drops on the floor as he gasps with the ferocity of some kind of reverse-banshee the second he overhears her. ]
Goddess? Goddess? Goddess. Goddess! Ho, Lady Divine! I, Odin Dark, pledge fealty to you, hereforth known as your loyalest loyal guardian and worshippiest worshiping worshipper! Is that a word? Worshipper. Well, anyway.
Do you need anything? Another drink? A better dress? You shouldn't just settle for the first dress they handed you. You should spit on it, rip it off your body, throw it in their faces and demand something with real gemstones sewn into it. That's what a goddess deserves, after all.
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I could definitely use a new drink.
As for the dress, what if someone rips it off and sets it on fire after a daring rescue attempt?
[A beat.]
Too much?