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[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.

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[lurings]

[ part of her wants to tell freddie what happened, just blurt out "it was hannibal and then he kept me in his murder basement for three months, it was awesome." except for not.

but she refrains for the moment because how often does a chance like this happen? abigail hobbs has control over the way hannibal is perceived. and perception is everything. who cares what you think of yourself, how others see you is what matters. suck it.

oh man, she really hopes he's not here for her to exert this control, though. ]

Did you go to my funeral?

[redhairring]

Of course I did, [ Freddie responded, trying to give Abigail a gentle smile, something that was trying to reassure her and tell her that hey, everything's okay despite the fact that they're stuck in a weirdo superhero movie world. ] It was nice.

And I was a witness in the trial as well. [ Surely she could figure out that there was a trial--after all, Freddie said that the only part of her anyone could find was an ear. That doesn't really imply a calm and easy death. ]

[lurings]

[ her head bobs in a careful nod. she wouldn't have had many guests, her parents were dead, she was an only child. "the hobbs girl" wouldn't have garnered many guests, only crime enthusiasts. briefly she wonders who else went. alana? jack? maybe beverly. hannibal, of course. perception. she doesn't ask at the moment, it's unimportant. she can broach that later. ]

For the defense or the prosecution? [ she knows the answer, but she asks anyway. freddie would never side with will, even over something as absurd as will having killed abigail. her mouth quirks into the smallest smirk, so far the only breath of mirth. ] How many times have you been sued for libel? That must have been a character assassination.

[redhairring]

The prosecution, [ Freddie responded, mimicking Abigail's small little smirk. This was getting back to familiar territory, not the utter awkwardness that was Freddie and Abigail just a few moments ago. However, as Abigail mentioned the libel...Freddie couldn't help but let out an annoyed little huff, like it's other people's fault that she got sued. ]

Six times, [ she admitted, with a frown. All of Baltimore knew that, thanks to Will's obnoxious attorney. And if she didn't tell Abigail that now, then God only knows Will would tell her that later. ] All settled out of court, of course. So six times, but no convictions.

[ That....is not a thing to be proud of, Freddie. ]

[lurings]

You were on the wrong side. [ sorry son, you bet on the wrong horse. she leaves it at that because she feels like that is significant enough to stand alone. it wasn't will. it was never will.

not with abigail.

and maybe, maybe she can't help but being defensive about that. it's part crippling guilt, part affection. none of this, any of this, would have happened if will had just let her die. he wouldn't have been in jail for murdering her if her dad had just done the job properly the first time.

god damn incompetent monsters. ]

[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.

[lurings]

No, he didn't, Will never hurt me. He saved my life, twice. [ tried to save it again, her last memory, choking on blood, everything going fuzzy, but so sticky and warm and will's hands trying desperately to push the blood back in. ] I was there, I remember.

[ her lips press firmly into a line, her light eyes firm and steady. this isn't some reconciliation of a horror filled days, pushing the blame on someone else, abigail hasn't done that. she won't, not yet. she just wants freddie to know, without any semblance of doubt or uncertainty, that the person that "killed" abigail was most certainly not will graham. ]

[redhairring]

[ It was denial. That was it. Abigail was in some serious denial. It only made sense--after all, she had died and was coming to terms with her death. Just knowing that they had died would be enough to send someone into a serious downward denial spiral. She'd have to ask Chilton about the specifics of denial later--or, at least, kindly suggest to Abigail that she look up the man. Because while Chilton was....Chilton, at least he wasn't Hannibal. ]

If you say so. [ there's a small smile, the sort of smile that you give to someone who you're not entirely sure if they're all there or not. ]

But enough about that. You're obviously not dead, I don't see why we're acting like you are.

[lurings]

[ her eyes narrow slightly, because pandering the exact opposite of what she wants right now, but really, she should have known better. hannibal's strongest point was his ability to wriggle out of the spotlight.

the one that got away.

there's a reason for that. so she stays silent even though the words are trying to fight their way out of her mouth. She needs to ease into it. ]

Because I died. That still happened. Or at least someone made you think it happened. And left an ear behind as evidence. What did they leave behind from Beverly?

[redhairring]

[ Oh. This is going to be a bit awkward. It's obvious that Freddie doesn't know how to put this, because she takes a beat to collect her thoughts before saying, ]

Beverly's dead. The Ripper killed her.

[lurings]

Uh-huh. [ she shifts, drumming her nails against the cup. she doesn't seem at all surprised in any way. almost like... she knew. because, of course, she did. she was what beverly saw in the abattoir, abigail is intimately familiar with beverly's death. ] So what did they leave behind from Beverly?

[ she's trying to imply that the person that killed beverly is the same person that killed abigail. the chesapeake ripper.

not. will. graham. ]