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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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[ She can move real quiet when she wants to — that's one part the shoes, two parts the training. And now, after spotting the slink of a silhouette from a building over as it disappeared into the vents, she definitely wants to. She'd come to a stop at the edge of the ventilation, just one lean away from being in sight of her target. She can hear him, though, fiddling. He doesn't sound too smooth at it.

She's got a quirked smirk in place when she lets a single, marble-sized pellet drop from the vent and roll toward him. It lands and bounces with a light, innocent-sounding plink, but he has about 5.4 seconds before it explodes with an empty flash and an impressive cloud of smoke. ]

[ that tiny plink doesn't go unnoticed. garrett's head snaps up immediately, and while flash bombs are a far clunkier affair back home, the advancement of every other damn thing here is enough to trigger the instinct to cover his eyes.

thank the old gods his hunch was right, this time, and thank them again that he'd had his mask up. he keeps a hand pressed tight over the scarf to keep the smoke out as he fumbles first for the pulley at his belt, to reel himself back up to the ceiling, and second for his blackjack, since there's only one real direction that pellet could've come from--

coming face to face with a little girl, then, puts a serious wrench in his plans. he pauses, almost at a loss for what to do. but-- nah, that would never happen. ]

[ She'd been expecting an appearance — where else is the guy gonna go, when it's clear he's not alone in here? Back into the mousehole. The boss would scold her, tell her to keep out of the action, except here there's no one else to be the action for her. So... ]

Heya, spud. [ She grins, but she'd already shifted her weight in the cramped space for a feet-first, and jams one booted leg out toward him. Chest, face — anything, to kick him back into the store. ]

[ at least it's only a girl, he thinks, for all the complications thatbrings-- he catches her kick easily, her leg having none of the force of the watch, and lets the rope swing back from her momentum as he catches her by the ankle.

the urge to sigh is overwhelming. the blackjack disappears; he's not going to club out a little girl, for crying out loud; but now he's stuck there while she's in the vent, isn't he?

and now she's stuck with him, because he's not going to let go and risk a boot to something a less leather-coated-- like his face. ] Do your parents know you're out here?

[ And that, right there, is why the boss didn't want her in the action. She clenches her jaw, remembering the last time she let a mark catch a snag, and slips a hand behind her back to dig through a pouch. ]

Dunno. Old folk home know you tottered out?

[ His club's gone, that means something — means she's being underestimated. That's good. She catches the hard edge of a batarang between two fingers and twists to flip it out toward him, just as she kicks hard with both feet. Looking to free herself more than hit him, this time. ]

Probably. Left a note. [ tch. carrie's comment shouldn't be funny, but it's hard to resist the amusement it inspires. his response is the only indulgence he's giving himself on that one, though.

her apparent weapon is enough to make him want to swing back, and yes, maybe even let go as she wants-- just not without giving her leg a sharp tug first, trying to displace her from the vent.

he's less interested in fighting and more interested in getting the hell out before someone a little more apt to crime-stopping shows up. import or not, he doesn't doubt that there's a cozy jail cell for all of them; maybe even her, if she's stupid enough to linger. ]

[ The sharp tug slides her toward the edge of the vent, but she jams her other foot into the side to stop her from falling out. This? A one-on-one in an enclosed space? Not her brightest idea. She scrambles back to get a little distance from him, and in the process frees up the mouth of the vent for him to climb in. But she's pulling out her slingshot as she backs up, other hand going for pellets. Not the explosive ones, she doesn't wanna kill the guy — but the solid metal ones that'll really sting. ]

[ well, it's a small victory. he'll take it. garrett swings into the space carrie has vacated, unhooks the claw to stow it away, and scowls when he sees the slingshot.

is that really necessary? he doesn't think so. that's why garrett lunges for carrie, grabbing for her wrist this time-- hopefully, before she gets a shot off. ]

[ There's a little jolt of fear when he grabs her wrist, and it shows on her face even if she doesn't make a sound. Her struggle is suddenly far more about pulling back and gaining some distance, and far less about keeping him in the shop. He's already been dissuaded, and hadn't even taken anything yet — it won't be a loss if he gets away clean tonight. She'll just track him down later.

She lifts a leg again, looking to stomp at his fingers as she scuttles back the way she'd come.

(Really, really a poorly-planned idea, this whole thing.) ]

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