etcelsior | now don't be rude

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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Oh I make everyone's excitement. [Jinx giggled under her breath, her funk momentarily forgotten at the thought of turning her ministrations on this tedious bit of town. She was behaving, so far, if only because she didn't have her bearings yet. Causing chaos wasn't as much fun if you weren't sure there'd be people there to try and stop you.]

[That was the best part!]

Jinx. [She gave him a mock little salute and then shrugged, waving her hand towards door.] And sure, not like there's anything better to do right now.

A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Jinx. I am Thomas.

[He opens the door and holds it open for her like a perfect gentleman, as if he's dealing with a demure young lady instead of a heavily armed woman with wild eyes. Proper etiquette never goes amiss, after all.

Once they're inside, he flags down the man at the counter, flashing his tattoo while he's at it.] We would like to take you up on your kind offer, [he says cheerily.] A chocolate malt for myself and my friend here, if you please.

Nice to meet ya, Tommy. [She strolls in after him, looking terribly amused that he holds the door for her, but gets side-tracked heading to the counter, stopping long enough to set her weapons down in a booth. The bright pink mini-gun, Mr. PowPow, and the rocket launcher, Fishbones. She carefully adjusts them until it looks like they're actually sitting in the booth, and then hurries back over to the counter just in time to hear the end of the order.]

Thanks. [Another joking little salute, this time to the man at the counter, then she points two fingers towards the booth she had commendeered.]

And two drinks for my friends! They just got here too.

[Her eyes are wide and she's barely containing her giggles, and the poor counter jockey is smart enough not to argue the point.]

[As Thomas' eyes meet the storeowners, his smile freezes a little, his own eyes a little wild as the true nature of Jinx's mental state begins to dawn on him. The man at the counter stares back with a sympathetic little shrug, and quickly hands over the tray of drinks, which Thomas swiftly brings back to the table, expression long since smoothed over.

He eyes the guns with some interest as he sets the drinks down and slides into the seat across from her. He's never gotten his hands on a rocket launcher before - too loud, too destructive - but he's more than passingly familiar with mini-guns.]

I see your friends are customized, [he drawls.] I didn't know that they came in pink. Now, was it you that painted it, or did you have it specially made?

[Poor, poor Thomas. He should've blended in better with the background, now the loon is taking an interest! When they get to the table, Jinx makes a show of setting all four drinks in front of the four of 'them', then plops down next to her mini-gun, draping her arm over it's 'shoulders' and stretching her feet out to rest on the seat next to Thomas.]

I made them myself! You can't trust just anyone these days, you know.

[She patted the mini-gun with three fingers, then took a swig of her drink. Oooh, chocolatey.]

Gotta make the best help on your own.

Self-sufficiency does have its merits, [Thomas agrees pleasantly, sipping from his drink a great deal more daintily than Jinx. This is his only suit, after all, and even when faced with what appears to be a homicidal madwoman, he quite wants to keep it nice and clean. It will be some time before he's able to afford something of this quality again.]

Would I be correct in assuming that you mean made rather than painted? That you are a woman of, ah... some technical prowess?

Can't go through as many bullets and bombs as I do without learning how to build them. [She giggles.] It's just economical!

If I had to buy everything I'd be broke all the time and where's the fun in that?

[Thomas busies himself with his chocolate malt for a moment, assessing the situation. She's crazy, certainly, but what kind of crazy? Is she liable to turn that gun on him? He wonders. It may be wishful thinking to hope that she's nothing more than a simple psycho-for-hire at this point; at least he's used to deal with mercenary types.]

There would be no fun in it, no fun at all. It's unfortunate that we are left with so little to spend upon our arrival here. [He glances out the window, though there is a voice in the back of his head telling him that it's unwise to take his eyes off of her for any amount of time.] And what use do you have for these bullets and bombs, Jinx?

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