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

[slightlyoffchilt]

I know you.

[He didn't offer a hand, didn't smooth over his haunting stare. There was that degree of spectacle -- here she was, alive once more. The last he had even heard of Abigail Hobbs involved her ear as evidence in the trial of Will Graham; gruesome testimony, as it were.]

From -- back home, I mean. I'm from Baltimore, myself.

[And speaking of Will Graham -- here was someone the once-alleged Chesapeake Ripper was invested in (apparently). Granted, much of the public's information about the Hobbs girl was filtered through Freddie Lounds, but if that investment was accurate to any degree... This was quite the find.

Quite the collateral.]

I'm Doctor Chilton.

[A beat.]

Would you like a -- [He pauses, something flickering in his mind. She moved so cautiously, so oddly. His eyes, of course, were looking for any sign of the extracted ear (a connection made in his mind only because of the trial's theatrics).] -- a malt, I suppose?

[lurings]

No, thank you. [ that's all the answer he gets so far. she doesn't correct him that she's not from baltimore, she's from minnesota, the littlest shrike. it's unimportant, she thinks. she's not abigail to him, she's garrett jacob hobbs' daughter, will graham's victim. they're all so deluded to have believed that. no matter the damning evidence. it was stupid to think will would have killed abigail and left nothing but her ear.

that was hardly his design. ]

It's rude to stare. I'm dead and even I know that. [ she sweeps her hair back from her face, putting the smooth, nearly healed swath of skin where her ear should be on display. a moment later she smooths that hair back down, covering her scar. it came so easily now. with her scarf and her hair she looked normal, not the scarred survivor of two serial killers. ] Satisfied?

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Upping the ante, wasn't she? When Abigail called Chilton on his slithering scheme, when she so bluntly revealed the physical scar, the lacking ear, he didn't have his slick swarm to rely upon. Chilton knew Will Graham wasn't the Chesapeake Ripper, at least at this point in his career, and he knew that Abigail Hobbs was not Will Graham's victim.

He knew what Hannibal Lecter was, had always been, beneath that friendly and composed smile.

But Chilton also understood the value of information. He knew what power was inherent, if Hobbs wasn't aware that either of those men were indeed lodge within Heropa's boundaries.

His raised eyebrows didn't surrender to their normal positioning.]

You'll find that it isn't uncommon for the dead to return, in this world.

[Or for scars to remain. Chilton himself was between scars, the one long incision down his torso acquired -- and the bullet to his face only incoming.]

How is it that your ear -- well, where it was -- is healed?

[Gideon had returned with his stump still bleeding.]

[lurings]

Time. [ there may be a taste of childish derision in her tone. she is still a teenager after all this, after all, and time is the only thing she knows that will fade a scar. or plastic surgery. neither of which dead people have access to, y'feel me. she's dropping knowledge here, as reticently as possible.

she doesn't know him, she has no reason to trust him, so he gets the most abbreviated version of the truth she can manage. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

Cute.

[It was insincerely delivered; Chilton was the sort of man who only appreciated sass when it exuded from between his own lips. Crossing his arms, his body language spoke the dialect of an autocrat as he looked down at the infamous Abigail Hobbs.]

Hannibal Lecter is here.

[He said that, outright. Just to hurt her. Just to watch her reaction.]

[lurings]

[ swallowing past the sudden acidic taste of bile, abigail visibly stiffens. what little safety she imagined for herself flutters away like the condensation rolling over her fingertips. she wants to vomit. maybe pass out. maybe both, both could be good.

her emotions regarding hannibal are conflicted, at best. the rest of the time it's just chaos. he saved her, only to use her to frame will, he coerced her into murder and then he killed her because... she wasn't useful anymore. she'd run her course and he'd killed her just like her father had tried to do.

and he'd used her as a tool against will and alana.

her eyes flutter shut for a moment, squeezed tightly closed before they snap open again, soft blue cold and steely. ]

There must be a wealth of neuroses here for him to play with. A psychiatrist could have a field day in a place like this. So many hero complexes.