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etcelsior2018-09-24 08:40 pm
maskormods) wrote in etcelsior2018-09-24 08:40 pm
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30 days has September
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.
Everyone’s in preparation for the arrival of Autumn! A small street fair has dedicated itself to welcoming Fall with open arms. Harvest foods have practically taken over— hot pumpkin-themed drinks, warm apple pies, and butternut squash soups are everywhere. One stall in particular has a scarecrow-building class, providing with plenty of patched up clothes and straw.
If you stay late enough at the fair to see the moon rise, you’ll notice it takes on a deep orange glow— pretty normal for a harvest moon. But it’s strange… a few scarecrows also seem to share the same color glow from their eyes. Maybe it’s just a reflection…?
02. De Chima, Virginia, is a large city with a healthy economy, with large numbers of citizens waiting to be awed by your very presence. Look at you! Organic wonder! Synthetic wonder! Whatever you might be, 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.
If you let yourself get cornered, beware! Anything from personal questions about romantic chances to bedroom habits to dietary queries might be come up!
Although what really seems to be the question of the month for those hardhitting journalists is a little less of the mundane;
"So what do you think about the recent Import mission to Mars? How much did that cost the government, and what will the repercussions be?"
Maybe they're hoping for a psychic Import on these matters...
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. 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, and hostility against imPorts can spike. The emergence of locals with superpowers is hardly helping... #THANKS TONY STARK, #ya muffin.
Up ahead, it seems like there’s a traffic jam- or rather, a complete deadlock. But strangely, no one’s honking their honks or trying to zoom around other cars. Upon closer inspection, it seems like everyone is stock-still, with blank expressions upon their faces. The only figure moving in the crowd is a woman with a rather strange black and white outfit…
It seems like yet another local with superpowers has emerged from the woodwork- perhaps literally, in this case, given that she’s dressed up like a mushroom.
It seems that Feelia Fungus has taken to telepathically freezing the entire intersection with her mind control “spores” while she helps herself to robbing civilians of their belongings. It’s up to you to stop her!
Remember: September is known for being mushroom hunting season!
04. Nonah, North Carolina, is the liveliest of all cities; loud, busy and there's always some kind of energy in the air that gets everyone buzzing with excitement.
One might think that being such an industrial-based city, Nonah might might leave behind old cultural traditions. But with their motto of “Work Hard, Play Hard,” they certainly wouldn’t forget about a holiday they hold dear: Oktoberfest.
The germanic celebration is in full force this week, complete with stalls giving away beer, and various snacks like brazen and würstl, along with various cakes. Anyone underage will be given a nice warm cider instead, and some natives may even try to convince you into wearing some classic dress- a dirndl.
For those with a more competitive streak, there’s a crossbow contest for most bull’s eyes hit!
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[You're going to anyway, aren't you. Hedging bets on signed, to boot.]
Who was Walter White?
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A remarkable man, truly one of the more unique minds. Violent narcissist, episodic paranoia, low empathy. He ran a methamphetamine empire. Mass murderer.
He had kidnapped me. Some of my best analysis.
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Takes a certain personality to take something so dark and pull out the positive from it. Congratulations on your book, Doctor.
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I must ask, Agent.
How do we know each other?
[A question he should have saved for their in-person meeting, but he was a slave to his own curiosity.]
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[And she's fine with it staying that way.]
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[Alan Bloom, in her world.]
Unless I reclaim it?
[Well we never got a season 4 so we don't know!!!!!!!! But something isn't adding up in his head, something is making him nervous.]
I think I really just need to meet you. Face to face.
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I'll be seeing you at the hospital at two then, Doctor. We can talk more then.
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[Speaking with the formality of a penned letter, do you think she really has the familiarity with the net?]
Maurtia Falls, correct?
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[He sends her a screencap of googlemaps directions, from the Maurtia Falls transport porter to his hospital.]
I might recommend a shared car service. Or I could retrieve you myself.
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[She'd really rather not have to thank him for another unnecessarily extended courtesy, so she's determined to get there by her own merit. Taxis are far more familiar than 'shared car services', another term to look into - not hard to gauge it'd be some sort of car pool, but is that in style here? Technology seems so pervasive into everyday living. The possibilities for danger are so... great.
But that's later Clarice's thoughts to thumb through, while also figuring out where the hell she sits in this place. She'll need to network for a job, see what she can get if she can't find a placement similar to what she had, but she can't let on to Chilton that she's uncertain about anything. So when she shows up at the hospital, it's in a long black trench coat, over square blocked heels and a blouse and trousers with an equally dated edge - but she stands, even still, with an air of confidence and nonchalance.
She lingers in the lobby after getting directions from a teen working security. Notices another young man at the reception and wonders if the age of the two of them is simply a variable of ImPort odds or a conscious choice. Wouldn't put it past Chilton to want to look grand, giving out positions for the profit of looking good. Adjusting the strap of her briefcase over one shoulder, she makes her way along the corridors toward his office - letting her eyes linger on other doorways as she passes them with a strange feeling of deja vu.]
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He feared that he would, eventually. In Baltimore proper.]
Agent Starling?
[Opening the door for her, he was taken aback by her youth. He just... Hadn't assumed that, given her (albeit brief) difficulty with the technology.
Taking a step back, he allowed her into his office. A soaring ceiling, an in-built bookshelf framing his high-backed leather chair and mahogany desk. Three decanters fitting into that bookshelf, not-so-stealthily distributed amidst the psychiatric text. Decanters of different volumes and filled to different degrees.
The color scheme favored black, gold, and light blue. Greco-Roman accents, noticeably cutting into the trim, the marbled bust in the corner. Two options for seating before his desk: a pale blue sedan and a hard wooden chair.
Chilton himself, in his early 40s. Less lanky, more apprehensive.]
Would you like a drink?
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Dr. Chilton.
[A cordial tilt of her head, an unwavering voice - even in uncertainty, stand tall. And this is the peak of uncertainty for her, eyes skimming over his face with a pinch of confusion when she's not faced with what she expected either. Elements align but vary, and yet when she steps into his office? She realizes how much feels the same.
Two chairs. She's got no more than six seconds to make her choice before she looks anything less certain than she entered. The hard back chair is her immediate choice, born from a desire to show she can make it in the harshest of conditions. Rigidity, a purposeful show of her personality with the downfall of seeming too uptight. Reason enough she considers the sedan, maybe to look like she's softer than she is. Use her youth to seem inexperienced?
Even she can't compromise that. She sits down on the edge of the wooden chair, hands folded in her lap. If she lets Chilton think he's smart, she's going to do it without acting stupid. Chin up, she gives a short shake of her head.]
I'm alright, thanks. You've got quite the hospital, from what I've seen of it. How long have you been in operation?
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Hell of a day already.]
In Maurtia Falls? About two years. I had worked out of a hospital in Heropa before -- a larger facility, but not one dedicated purely to psychiatric treatment.
[Not one where he could fully engage his own pet projects at that. The move, greased by Ambassador (at the time) Petyr Baelish's palm, had been a significant improvement. Chilton watched Clarice take the wooden chair without hesitation; there she sat, neatly folded and precise and pristine. And cold, her ice hardened.
Something of a winter sunset, really.]
I would like to know, [he began, the whiskey still burning down his throat.] How you know about Hannibal Lecter. In what capacity, to what extent. And why.
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She smooths a wrinkle from the knee of her pants, resisting the urge to cross her leg and get comfortable. Chilton's barrage of questions about Lecter don't surprise her nor does she seem particularly fazed, realizing with a downward cast of her eyes that she's the one with the information here. What she chooses to share is up to her.]
He was providing insight into a profile for a serial killer we were following, Buffalo Bill.
["In exchange to get away from you, he thought." She flicks her eyes back up to Chilton.]
I visited him at your Baltimore facility, under Jack Crawford's instruction.