now don't be rude

[maskormods]

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.

Comments

[hands4healing]

I should calm down? You're the one flirting with me.

[She might sound serious. Or...amused. Let's go with amused.]

So...what's with the clothes? Is this your...superoutfit?

[She flicks his vest. That vest.]

[odometer]

( this would be one of those moments where he'd look at the camera and break the fourth wall. he doesn't, but he does make an amusing face at winry. )

I highly doubt that. You're really coming onto me.

( as soon as she said that, he laughed a bit. )

This old thing? No way, if I get a superoutfit, trust me it will be super.

[trickstar]

[Oh ho ho. So it is a fight he wants...]

And let you get away with this kind of insult?

[Joseph takes in a breath, the light sparks of Hamon encasing his arm, and travelling to his wrist and hand. It'll probably hurt a little, if Jotaro doesn't let go. But other than that, the Hamon doesn't travel through to Jotaro's jacket.]

[standsproud]

[No. No it is not a fight he wants, but you're being an idiot, old man, so if he has to knock some sense into a punk he's gonna...

Wait, what the actual fuck?

Jotaro releases the other man's wrist just as those light sparks reach his hand; it still stings his fingers a bit. Hang on, that looked like...] Hamon?

Then you're not as dumb as you look. [He's only seen his grandfather use it a handful of times, but he's pretty sure he recognizes that light. So there really are other Hamon-users out there in the world. This just got interesting.] You still can't beat me, even with that power. Last warning.

[motherfucked]

[ Jessica is okay with strange people, as long as they're women with ice cream and blue jackets and maybe blue hair and not anti-mutant or creepy guys or too perfect or, well, a lot of things. ]

Shit, I don't know. Ruby? Rosie? It looked like grandma's vacuum come to life.

[hands4healing]

Be careful, Ferris. My friend hit someone with a metal arm because he thought a prince was flirting with me.

[Before any of them knew he was a prince, but it wouldn't have stopped Ling from flirting anyway.]

How super will it be?

[cthullusionist]

Actually, yeah.

[ Wow, that sounds bad. ]

But I wasn't supposed to be taking them, I think. So it's— not bad.

[starbuckaroobanzai]

[Scully raises her eyebrows, pressing her lips together, and nods. It's alright, but she can't quite bring herself to pretend she's glad of the company. Still, she's not unsympathetic; it's only taken a glance to notice his body language and to infer, between that and his words, that he's as lost as she is. Then there's the question about the pen, the fixation on needing one, on writing, which might have to do with an unwillingness or inability to process the shock of transition, or it might be indicative of a compulsion -- or maybe something else entirely. She reads as much as she can out of habit.]

Sure. Let's see.

[Her tone is light. She's not particularly feeling up to being too polite to impose her bad mood on anyone else, but if this man is to be believed and he's as new as she is, he doesn't exactly fit the desired profile. There's no sense in kicking someone who's in the same mess she is.

And so she fishes in her jacket for her notepad, finding secreted away with it a pen, which she considers for a few seconds. It's difficult to bring herself to hand over one of the handful of things tying her to home, an irrational impulse she can't quite quash. It's nothing, it's just an object, just a thing with no inherent meaning of its own. A tool. But it carries her fingerprints, and some quantum of history, some trace evidence too small to see of the places it's travelled with her and the things she's experienced with it.

With a small, sympathetic smile, Scully offers the pen to the stranger. She can't afford that kind of regret.]

Here you go.

[She pauses.]

Are you planning on writing about all of this?

[Write about what happened to you, a therapist had told her once, but she had, in notes and reports, collated and referenced. It was all in the case files.]

[trickstar]

[And in equal surprise at Jotaro knowing what he's using, he releases the other's jacket.]

Oh?

[Well that's interesting. But also possibly awful. Man, is this going to be a Hamon fight, because he really should be saving his energy... Whoops this is what happens when you don't think things through.]

You know about Hamon, but you still think you can beat me? You're really cocky, aren't you? What makes you think you can still win?

[odometer]

I'll....I'll be careful then.

( yup he does not want to get hit anytime soon. although he could just float away. )

Well it depends on what I can get. I don't want to be one of those cheap costume wearers like He-Man or something.

[standsproud]

[Because Hamon is like, SO last story arc.] My grandfather uses Hamon.

I've got something that beats even that. [He really didn't want to get into a fight here. He needs to be getting to Egypt. But if this Hamon-using punk wants to rumble, Jotaro will just have to put him down quickly.] Star Platinum!

[Is that some sort of weird spirit thingy manifesting next to him? Why yes, yes it is.

Is that weird spirit thingy throwing a punch at your face, Joseph? Why yes, yes it is.]

[hands4healing]

Who's He-Man?

♥!! he'll be from a much less traumatized canon point, though.

[5055034455]

[Under any other circumstance, Saul might have told Chilton to mind his own damn business, but he's too rattled right now to keep his feelings to himself. He kind of wants to punch something.]

What happened? What happened?

[SO MUCH UNPLEASANTNESS, THAT'S WHAT.]

I shelled out the last of my money for a new life in Nebraska. You know, in the Midwest. Thousands of miles from here, where things are quiet and calm and I could've started a — a corn farm or something, I don't know — but instead I wind up in Florida. With this —

[He lifts his arm, showing Chilton the tattoo.]

Like I'm someone's property now, and I don't have any idea — just — I'm not sure what year it even is! 1950? 3050? Am I dead? Is this Hell? What's going on?

[...sorry, bro.]

[5055034455]

Or that.

[This is so stupid.]

You looked pretty happy to see me. What's the last thing you remember? The last conversation you and I had.

[diociopath]

[Oh, he can be as clever as he likes. It doesn't affect Dio's smug attitude.]

No, you wouldn't, would you? After all, your grandfather never was around...not to tell you about I. Dio.

[trickstar]

[Punched by ghosts: a manga series.

Which yeah it probably would seem like a ghost if Joseph couldn't see Star Platinum, but he can. Unfortunately his own Stand (which he doesn't know he has) is shit for blocking anyway, so the weird spirit thingy throwing a punch winds up hitting Joseph square in the jaw, and shit sucks.

Joseph's sent reeling, just a little, but he's more confused now than angry.]

What was that?

[BECAUSE IT SEEMS HELLA USEFUL ........ Yo can he borrow your purple ghost thing, he needs to punch some Kars.]

[discomilf]

[She didn't even have to see him. She could practically feel his presence at this point. She cocked an eyebrow and turns to face Senketsu.]

Well well... this is... unexpected. To think Soichiro's imitation would sprout legs.

[darkpants_warmfeeling]

[She knew him. Jacob let himself relax a little. He had grown to hate those awkward 'comparing timelines' conversations which seemed to be a staple of the ImPort community.]

Getting right to work, huh. Good thing you were here. I can fill you in on what you need to know, but first we should make sure these kids are on their way home.

[He shot a smile downward at the shaken skateboarders Samara had just saved, then looked around, scanning the crowd for a police officer or someone who looked like they could handle the children from here.]

[standsproud]

[Star Platinum just sort of returns to chilling behind Jotaro.] You're still on your feet after that? I'm impressed.

It's called a Stand. The external representation of a person's life energy and fighting will. [Wait, hang on. There's something that's bothering him about this...]

...you could see it?

[getplucky]

[He jumps back, alarmed at the fact that Dio seemed to randomly show up in front of him. But whatever hostilities that came from the sudden shock, quickly went away once he realized who it was.]

Dio... [The name is barely audible as Jonathan stands there in aghast. Could it be... could it be that Dio had also miraculously survived? He smiles at the thought of his best friend, brother being here in this strange land. Though Dio had done a 'lot-of-fucked-up-shit; the knowledge of Dio, alive and well in the flesh, is comforting in an odd way. So much in fact, that his eyes well up with tears and he has to brush them away before speaking. Albeit much louder this time.]

Dio, you're here. [Wherever here is.] I'm glad.

Lung Tien Lien \\ Temeraire series

[malblanc]

II.

[ Lien was her own ivory tower; a coiled white spire laid out across the cape shore. While the logistics of her transportation to Heropa were being worked out by a very bewildered American military whose only action taken so far was to set up a temporary refuge from the sun in the shape of tentpoles hammered into the sand and heavy cloth tarpaulin tied down to cover the white, twenty tonnes of demanding dragon. ]

So the Spaniards made another attempt? How very short-sighted of them to go after this rock. [ Lien sniffed after indulging one of several curious beach-goers with a few words when one braved to cross the invisible line cordoned around her after it had became very apparent she was not something the be approached so casually. Her red-speckled white ruff wreathed in a gold chaplet flattened when someone roughly shouted what she could only assume to be a question. ]

I do not burn villages, and should I 'kidnap' maidens it would be women of good breeding who would only blossom under the gentle shade of my employ. I wish we all be better strangers- so do leave.

1/2

[trickstar]

Dio.

[Joseph gives a hard glare, like he knows what that name means.]

2/2

[trickstar]

[And then shrugs.]

Never heard of you! You must not have been that important.

hello great-great-grandson... wow so many grandsons here jeeze

[getplucky]

[It seems no JoJo wants to be in America up in these threads. But that's beside the point.

He smiles politely at the other, gesturing at their surroundings.]

I seem to have taken a wrong turn, [Or 67 wrong turns, take your pick.] Do you happen to have a map that I can borrow off of you? I would return it! I just need to find the nearest port city!

[trickstar]

[Don't mind him being nosy as hell and circling Jotaro to look Star Platinum over. TOTALLY FASCINATED BY UR GHOST THING.]

Am I not supposed to? It's right there!