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etcelsior2019-01-25 09:32 pm
maskormods) wrote in etcelsior2019-01-25 09:32 pm
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time to put your face on
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.
The current craze sweeping the city and social media is getting people on their feet: the Camp Midnight Challenge! Based on a popular video game, the goal is to get the funkiest, silliest, most eye-catching dance sequence on video—with a twist! Successful completion of this challenge requires getting an imPort to join in a duo dance that incorporates their powers! Swarms of eager teens, tweens and would-be BlueTube stars are out and about on the sidewalk looking for newcomers to join in. If they spot you, you better come up with a good excuse or put your dancing shoes on!
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.
Today in De Chima, there's the unveiling of a brand new invention in the convention centre park! With a simple scan, it will print out your Closest Love Match of the other individuals present, along with your percentage of compatibility and a free coupon to get lunch with your new date if you match 90% or higher!
A little odd that it seems that nearly every couple has 90% or higher, isn't it? What's the probability that the scanner is broken?
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...
Local resistance to superheroes has made the city a popular gathering place for experimental engineers and scientists whose methods are misunderstood by the establishment, aka 'mad scientists.' Today, the latest creation of a former food scientist who used to work for Yell-O Desserts, is rising up in gooshy style!
From the canal that bisects the city rises a giant, gooshy, uh....thing. The blob slowly begins to ooze through town, growing larger as it consumes anything it comes across, absorbing it into its gooey depths. It's slow, but relentless, and doesn't have any obvious weak spots. Will you attempt to fight back and arrest its gelatinous progress, help the slow runners get away or make a break for it yourself? Or maybe see how good a dessert it makes?
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.
This month there's the release of a hot new movie about imPorts themselves, though in order to evade copyright, it seems that the imPorts on screen are simply amalgamations of several different imPorts through the years instead of staying faithful to one true story. They've got everything! Action! Romance! Death! Desire. It's a whole load of hooey, in other words, but it's hooey with a big budget. What this means, however, is that even the newest imPorts are being roped into this red carpet affair. Even if they're simply passing by on the street, an eager reporter may well step up to you, saying, "Oh, are you an imPort? Please, you must come in! No, I insist!"
If you succumb to their pushy ways, you'll find yourself in a gala, likely unprepared and underdressed for the flash of the cameras and an endless torrent of questions about what you want to do here as an imPort, whether or not you feel you'll find love in this place, whether or not you fear an inevitable port-out (despite the fact that you may have just gotten here!) and will be plied with food and, if you're of age, with plenty of booze.
05. Jeopardy, Nevada by all rights shouldn't exist. A glowing neon city smack in the middle of the desert, the only reason it's still here is that the central nuclear power plant has tapped half a mile down into a subterranean lake for its water supply. So though the desert around it may be barren, the occupants of this small city are happily self sufficient. Those weird figures you see out of the corner of your eyes? Don't worry too much. Probably just weird radiation after effects. Jeopardy has a lot of those.
You're in luck! You're just in time for Jeopardy's traditional Valentine's Race!
The premise of the race is simple: hogtie your lover, throw them over your shoulder (or back, if needed), and carry them from the bank of the train station (it's actually not a train station, it's a non-functioning movie set that's been turned into a museum, but it's still called "the train station.") While the tradition says "lover," as long as the person you tie up has consented to it, it's allowed!
At the end of the race, the Mayor gives a short speech about love, and movies, and tradition. She's also baked thousands of Valentine's and heart-themed desserts for all participants and audience members! They just happen to all be... shaped like the actual heart organ, rather than the symbol.
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And a bit from Rex and 622. But even that information has mostly been hearsay.
He straightens when addressed in Mando’a and has to bite back a grin when he realizes he can understand the words—not all of them, but enough to discern the man’s meaning. Meanwhile, their foreign conversation sets the assembled reporters buzzing (“What language are they speaking? Do they know each other? What are they saying?”). Boba does his best to ignore them and focus on giving a correct reply.]
Meh gar rejorhaa'i, ni ven’susulu. [”If you tell, I will listen.”]
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[He takes two steps forward to get a better look at him, but a particularly brave reporter darts forward before he's even finished to - something, take a picture, ask a question - and Canderous casually bats him away with the back of his hand.]
Usen'ye, stay in your place. [he growls, fully aware that his audience wouldn't understand the word, but would very certainly understand the intention. It's a bit performative for his liking, but it's important to model appropriate behavior in front of the youth.]
sorry, i'm having way too much fun with the mando'a dictionary
The man’s brusque treatment of the reporter doesn’t get much surprise from Boba—just a quick glance around at the others to see if they’ll make any effort to object on their colleague’s behalf. They don't. In fact, the crowd grows quieter, a nervousness settling over them as they look between the two imPorts. Satisfied that they won’t intervene, he looks back up at the man.]
Ner gai Boba, aliit Fett, [he says, introducing himself the way Rex had taught him, before asking for the man’s name in turn.] Tion gar gai?
never apologize, also pretend this is all mando'a
[That story was a knee-slapper. Always got the company howling around the campfire, though it seems to have landed (mostly) flat with this one. Similarly, he got a less-than-stellar reception on the Ebon Hawk as well when he'd told it. Either way, Canderous doesn't mind the sudden hush. He peers back down, noting with approval the way the boy wasn't afraid to meet his eyes. Good. Brave.]
Fett is a strong name, [he comments, with a muted appreciation in his voice. Cassus Fett eminent among them, Canderous still holding onto that burning ember of respect even as he sorts out his feelings on the original cloned man.] So you're Boba, eh? Son of... Jango, I've been told by TK-622. Ner gai Canderous, aliit Ordo.
will do :|b also, trans. "are you /mandalore/ canderous ordo?"
Boba is about to ask, when the man supplies his own name and his train of thought is thoroughly derailed. His brow furrows and he peers up at the man with a mix of astonishment and disbelief.
It’s not every day you meet a character from your dad’s old stories—or even someone with the same name.]
Tion gar Mand’alor Canderous Ordo?
literally though, if I was better at mando'a I'd use it all the time
[The realization barrels his way like a rampaging Kath hound, horns first. It pierces him, and he takes half a step back in shock.]
Mand'alor? [he repeats dumbly, bringing a hand up to his chest. A seasoned warrior like him, being brought down by words from a boy. He peers down at Boba, stunned. He'd thought about making his own way after all this. He'd thought about finding a purpose for more than fighting and killing, and he'd thought about the sorry state of his people, but he hadn't put the two together. It hadn't even entered his mind yet.]
it's so fun but easier to use when your character is also using it as a second language lol
Gar cuyi Te Taylir Mand'alor. Gar nari— [His Mando’a falters slightly in his excitement. He tries again.] Gar... tom’urci be’Mando’ade aliite tome. Ner’buir ru’rejorhaa’i ni be’gar.
{Translation: “You are Mandalore the Preserver. You unite the Mandalorian clans together. My father told me about you.”}
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Mandarlore... Mandalore the Preserver.
[and Canderous grins fiercely, a glimmer of light dancing in his eyes, expectation in every bared tooth. The kath hound has run him through, his heart feels warm. He barks out a laugh, unable to contain himself, and the pleasure of it pulls at his scars at the corners of his mouth and eyes, but it's the last thing on his mind. The Preserver. It appeals to him more than the Indomitable, or the Ultimate. A sign of how much he's changed. Boba doesn't know it, but those words relieve the weight of a burden on his back. And having heard what he did from TK-622, it weighed on him even more.]
The clans are not lost. [He's speaking mostly to himself, out loud. He places a hand on Boba's shoulder, trying to convey the enormity of what he means, of the gift he's given him.] Our ways are not lost. We come back. Honor in battle. Cheating death. Comrades in arms. The code of the Mandalore. To what we should be. I...
[He laughs again, both incredulous and thankful.]
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It’s when Canderous begins speaking of the ways of the Mandalorians, hand heavy on his shoulder, that Boba starts to feel the gravity of the situation over its novelty—and with it, a flash of misgiving. He knows what he does from stories and lessons; he never lived with Mandalorians aside from his father, never met his own clan that was all but wiped out before he was born, never set foot on Mandalore or Concord Dawn. It should be his father telling Canderous all this, not him.
But his father isn’t here. Boba can only try to be a worthy substitute.]
Cur’eta’olan simir’e be'chaaj ner oyayc, haar Mando’ade su cuyi.
{Translation: “4,000 years after your life, the Mandalorians live on.”}
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