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

you monster

[lurings]

[ finally when abigail looks up (ostensibly to tell whomever it is to gtfo because this seat is saved for abigail's guilt or.., jesus) it's not some vague stranger or well-meaning native, it's just... will. like her desperate desire to apologize over and over again willed him into existence right in front of her. in a grammatically incorrect fishing hat. and a name tag, as if she could have forgotten him.

startled to the point of speechlessness, she unabashedly stares. he looks exactly the same. scruffy beard (does he even know what a razor is?), messy hair that probably needed to be cut under that hat, plaid. he loved plaid, didn't he?

even in florida.

it takes her a while to tell her brain to start working and to smother down the urge to apologize again. first things first. neither of them are covered in blood -- she quickly, reflexively, smooths down her hair over her ear -- so they have the luxury of small talk for once. ]

Hi.

[ it's shaky, nervous, and not what she wants to say at all. but it's all she can manage, tongue darting out to lick her lips. ]

[heavensmostadorable]

[Samandriel has no idea what to say. No idea how to explain to this guy that he isn't a vendor, that he's not what he appears to be. Mostly because he's simply too in shock to actually think, and not even sure how he's here to begin with.

That makes explaining anything rather difficult.

However, as he's trying to put thought into words, or rather grab onto any thoughts in the first place, the final question hits him and throws him off again. It seems like a strange question at first, even stranger than the food order, until it sinks in just what it might mean.]

Which-- Which what?

[If he didn't looked panicked before, he does now. If this is a question of which angel he is, he's terrified because that probably means that this seeming stranger is an angel too. Which likely means he's going to be in all assortments of trouble.]

Toph Bei Fong | Avatar: The Last Airbender

[rockthisworld]

[1]

[ So, fun fact. Toph is a 12 year old girl - good job, Porter, really - and on top of that she's blind. While she doesn't consider either of those facts a hindrance in anything, it makes for a fun trip to whatever carriage the friendly sounding lady would like to abduct Toph in.

So she waits until they're among others who sound just as confused and even weary as Toph feels, and then stops in her tracks, giving a little snort of derisive laughter. ]

Seriously, what's with you people. This? [ She shakes the papers in her hand that supposedly contain all the information she needs. ] Yeah, lady, I'm blind. Anyone feel like telling me what's what?

[2]

Sure, donations are always welcome!

[ Turns out the whole kidnapping deal isn't quite as sour as Toph initially thought. She's more than happy to be surrounded by people who pity her for being a poor, blind little girl, while still recognizing her for the hero that, hell yeah, she is.

Finally, some recognition.

Not that she knows it, but with her green and yellow garb, native to the Earth Kingdom, and bare, dirty feet, she kinda stands out in this place. Coins and scraps of paper - what's up with those? - flutter into her cupped hands, and her grin can't be described as anything short of shit-eating.]

Don't forget the name - The Blind Bandit! If you offer me some prize money, I'll fight anyone who thinks they can defeat a blind little girl. Can't be that tough, right?

[ Yeah, she could be shell-shocked by all this. But why not invest in a little opportunism therapy? Toph could certainly get used to these levels of fame and recognition. ]

yeah, both. definitely both.

[ferroustigmata]

I see. And how long have they been pulling people from their worlds?

[lyingheart]

To this world? Half a year. To the world before? Five years.

[ She brushes her hair back behind one ear. Oh time... oh confusion of Porter technologies. ]

[ferroustigmata]

Simple-minded fools that are entertained by chance occurrences.

[chancetoatone]

[Aside from their dubious residence in this equally dubious universe, Thane wasn't surprised to find Samara at the center of all this excitement as he investigated the gathering crowd. They parted as he approached, in equal awe of the strange new arrival as they were of the blue woman at the center of the gathering.]

Perhaps it would be best if the children returned to their parents. [His large black eyes shifted from to each of the children in turn.] I'm sure they're worried. [And then he looked to Samara.] Our universe seems to be popular. [It was a matter-of-fact statement with only the slightest amount of sarcasm. Thane's sense of humor was a subtle, subtle thing.]

[hostage]

Hell if I remember. Look, it was September 10th. September 10th, 2010. I remember 'cause it was Mr. White's birthday the day before. You just got us all set up with Vamonos? - Yeah, that's the last time I saw you. We dropped off a nice fat stack of cheddar for you. You're welcome, by the way.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z06LXZQwkrc

[infomodder]

[Will might as well have been guilt personified and Jesus (Murder Messiah!) in one go, with his unique set of skills that would fill up a good chunk of bible verses and his qualities as a fisherman. A two for one, as per usual.

Thank some higher power that he wasn't wearing one of his suggestive, extremely tacky fishing hats. (How would Abigail like to look up and see a fish next to SIZE MATTERS or I'D RATHER BE F____ING with a tiny i-s-h that had to be squinted at to make out?) Even if it sat on his head, it was the last thing on his mind. The looks had been worse not too long ago. One might have argued he looked more animal than man, hair almost long enough to pull back. Hannibal arrived, Will cleaned up. Good influence, Hannibal Lecter.

What he didn't know.

He follows the way she toys with her hair, realizes it must be over that ear, and drops his eyes to the next thing—water. Water in a malt shop. Streams, waves, tides, antlers, Abigail in the midst of them, sometimes at his mercy and sometimes smiling, keeping up, letting him teach while providing far more interesting conversation than he'd let anyone in his class ever try for.

Teaching him in return.

It makes that smile less strained, almost genuine. Difficult to smile in the company he's in right now, but that's not her fault. Whoever killed her, that blame rests with them. But that wouldn't have happened if they weren't angling to set him up for whatever sick reasons, and as such:

most of that of awkwardness and trepidation? His bad. He could argue all of it was on him, since he was the adult. He'd rather not argue, but he's not the only one with a final say in whatever happens between them. He's not Dad.]

Water. [The way it comes out, pushed through a throat made of cotton, it might sound like a request. It's not.] Possibly the best choice. Malts here are the opposite of super.

[They are not, however, people.]

Convinced they're imported, too.

[There's no design for "talking to Abigail Hobbs" and the more he struggles to come up with one, the more it becomes apparent he hasn't a damn clue what he's "supposed" to do.

Not exactly a common scenario, is it?]

Ruby "Red" Lucas | Once Upon A Time

[childofthemoon]

[2]

[ The woman walking down the streets is wearing a cape. No... upon closer inspection, it seems to be more of a cloak, with a hood drawn up and shading her face. The cloak and hood are a deep red, and to those with more finely tuned senses, there's an obvious trace of magic woven into the fabric. There's even the faintest scent of wolf clinging to the young woman.

Underneath that cloak, the young woman is wearing modern clothes. Her name is Ruby Lucas, but she's been called Red in a different lifetime - and yes, that's short for Little Red Riding Hood, if you were wondering. She's a fairy tale character, only her story is not quite the one most people would've heard of.

When people approach her, she always seems surprised, but nevertheless she humors their requests with a smile. When she walks into the malt shop for a refreshment, Ruby pushes the hood back further, shakes her head at the nearest person closest to her and smiles. ]

All of this is pretty crazy, huh?

[4]

[ For a moment, her eyes seem to gleam yellow, and then Ruby dashes off, right across the street at a pace that's much too fast to be remotely human. She catches one of the kids around the waist and grabs another by the wrist, dragging them to the sidewalk and then wheeling around, breathing heavily and obviously not able to repeat the same stunt for the remaining kids.

Instead she looks around frantically, and calls towards the nearest person, hoping they might be another imPort looking to be helpful: ]

Do something!

[standsproud]

There's a difference between being young and being a dolt. [Jotaro is never carefree. About anything. He is ALWAYS SRS BSNS OK]

Tch, suit yourself.

So you really had no idea how to use your Stand at this age, did you?

why can't dio hold all these jojos

[standsproud]

I'm from 1989. This is further ahead from even me.

Like I said, my great-great-grandmother died when my mother was a child. Normal humans just can't be expected to live so long. [And also you were long dead by that point anyway.

Oh. He wants to... shake his hand. Okay, this is kind of awkward, but sure, when you meet your long-dead great-great-grandfather, why not? So Jotaro walks back over to him, coolly extending a hand, and clasping Jonathan's own in a very firm grip.] You too, even if it's hard to believe.

[redhairring]

Not like you. I mean, we've got Siri. [ Though does he even know who Siri is? ] AI to find information and to run programs, not fluently converse with others.

[redhairring]

[ Wait what? Out of all the things out of Abigail's mouth, Freddie did not expect to hear that. On the wrong side. She was on the wrong side. No she wasn't. Will and Hannibal were a team and Will had definitely killed Abigail. Freddie, in her steadfast stubborn determination, refused to believe otherwise.

She tried to get him arrested for crying out loud. ] I don't know what you mean by that, [ Freddie simply remarked, as if blatant stubbornness would push back the fact that Abigail believed that she wasn't killed by Will, as if she could change Abigail's mind by simple repetition. ]

Will murdered you.

[housenurse]

[And then, fear almost immediately turns to anger, and she storms forward.]

You think you can just show up here? After all you did? [FINGER SHAKE]

[ferroustigmata]

[There's a long, contemplative silence...

No, he doesn't like that implication. He looks at her, finally, arching a brow.]

"World before"?

1 HI

[crashology]

[He's only just arrived himself and a quick glance through the file doesn't tell him anything he doesn't already know, so he figures he might as well make friendly with his fellow inter-dimensional travelers, right? Right.

There's a girl standing a little ways away, waving her file and it sounds like she needs help. Impulse to the rescue! Bart weaves through the people between them at super speed before coming to a halt right in front of her.]

Need help with that? [Which she'd already said she did, so: Yoink. A few seconds of papers being shuffled and then the folder's back in her hand.]

Soooo. Toph Bei Fong. What's an "earth bender"? [Important questions.]

[lyingheart]

[ Annie's turn not to look toward him, still examining the response to the accident. Ahh... there's the ambulance. ]

Called the City. It was another Earth, with a different Porter. One run by an intelligence named Lachesis. She took over the one on this world when the last world... collapsed? I'm not sure, it sounds like it was devoured somehow. I wasn't there for that.

[trickstar]

I've never even heard of it until this moment. Do you think I could use it, even though it's technically after the me of right now?

...And are you still calling me a dolt??

[onlyhomemade]

You're missing out. I never really liked humans much but oh the delectable foods and beverages they cook up.

[He gives a half smile taking a mouthful of ice cream. He rolls it around on his tongue to melt it before swallowing to answer.]

Yes, I have been trying to enjoy this body to it's fullest, it was a gift after all. There aren't many of us that can take a physical form and appear human, the lowest ranks have to possess a human in order to have a form at all.

[His brow furrows once more as he studies Lucifer.]

I can't quite tell if that's your real body. I'd hate to think someone such as yourself would be forced to take a vessel.

[He shakes his head, though perhaps it's a veiled jab.]

[hostage]

[He's been here long enough to have heard all kinds of stories. That she might've been through this before - maybe on the regular - isn't particularly surprising. But he gives her a sympathetic little smile and offers his own:]

Me, too.

[He straightens up out of his lean and steps around the side of the bench, so he can talk to her without making her crane her neck.]

You smoke?

[It's an offer. He's already pulling the cigarette pack from his pocket.]

[lurings]

I'm not very thirsty. Or hungry. [ maybe it's a side effect of probably, most likely, being dead. or that the only food she trusts not to be people is bagels and there are no bagels here. basically water is all she can handle right now.

she swallows, before her lips lift into the tiniest of smiles. ] You look different. [ she's smiling because different = not dead or dying on the floor next to her. ]

[steelkingpin]

No, sometimes we go back to those when we're feeling extra nostalgic.

[Okay, now he's just pulling your leg at this point...]

[standsproud]

Hm. I'm not sure. You told me it was because Dio had stolen the body of our ancestor Jonathan that every person with the Joestar birthmark now had a Stand. But since he hasn't awakened in 1939, your Hermit Purple might still be dormant.

Yes, I am. [Matter-of-factly.]

[lurings]

With both of them? [ they're not each other's biggest fans. ] That's a delicate balance.

[ his name is familiar to her, but without anymore context she doesn't connect it to the news stories. he hardly looks like he would be able to commit the murders he was known for. but when abigail broke out of port haven all those times, you can bet she trolled tattlecrime.

it'll come to her eventually. ] Many silent dinners.