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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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[ Abigail is lucky she's not saying that to the Abel Gideon of months past, who would not take the accusation -- however unintentional -- gracefully. Right now, he simply holds her gaze, expression drawn but neutral.

The silence holds as well for a span of seconds, nearly a minute, though his fingers drum very slowly on the armrests of his chair. Then, he repeats: ]

Oh is right.

[ He is, to her credit, mildly surprised by the direct answer. ]

I would agree that the spotlight on my brief career as the Chesapeake Ripper has faded. Some things... never meant to last. Does that make them any less real, Ms. Hobbs?

Will Graham's design is more complicated than even he knows. Including, I would suspect, his designs for you.

[ And Hannibal Lecter. But let's leave him out of the conversation as much as possible, thinks Gideon. ]

So far his design is three for three in saving my life, not ending it. [ she wants beverly. they'd barely interacted, spoken maybe twice, but beverly would be on abigail's side and abigail wouldn't have to explain anything because beverly had seen it all. ] Is it really so hard to grasp that Will didn't kill me?[ sigh, she fidgets uncomfortably. it's always going to be too hard to explain, four for you hannibal coco, four for you. a+ evidence planting.

rude. ]

If you're asking... then yes. Wouldn't accuse him of such by intention, necessarily, but Will Graham is mixed up with some unsavory and possessive company. Dangerous person to know, even more dangerous person to assist.

If you weren't yet aware.

[ His lips tighten slightly, one eyebrow raising as he tilts his head. Beverely Katz can't save anyone now!! ]

[ BEVERLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!! /pines for.

reflexively, abigail unfolds her arm to tuck her hair behind her ear, but her hand stills because... no ear. it's like phantom limb syndrome, she knows it's not there, but muscle memory doesn't know it yet. her hand falls. ]

I am aware.

[ EVERYONE NEEDS YOU, BEVERLY.

Gideon watches Abigail carefully, taking in little details of her movements without even intending to -- it just comes naturally with the way he tends to observe, especially these days. Observe, overthink, obsess; all important in keeping one's self out of harm's way. ]

Thought you might be. Certain patterns become difficult to ignore except to those keeping themselves deliberately blind, but then there's also those who'll know better.

Deliberate blindness is dangerous. [ it ends in losing ears and defenestrations. ] I'd rather know what I'm getting into, even if that's dangerous too.

[ and she's beginning to think she knows a lot more than most people when it comes to hannibal -- especially because she knows she wasn't dead and that's just a little bit more than the rest of the world knew. she's no alana or will or jack crawford, but she knows that and they didn't. and abigail will wrest any tiny bit of control from the world. ]

It feels less dangerous.

While it may be dangerous, there's always benefit to knowing precisely what brand of monster you're dealing with.

[ He smirks mildly as he says it, but there's something bitter and restrained in the movement that calls for an accompanying glance upward to the ceiling. ]

Simply the way things are.

[ that makes sense, as logic often does. abigail finds control in knowledge, even if it's just a construct in her mind to make her feel better. ] But then again... Jack Crawford's guys are still alive and they don't know anything. [ she assumes based on the still living and breathing they were doing. ] Makes you wonder what Beverly knew that was important enough to kill for. [ her tone softens to simply curiosity, eyes losing some of that cold hardness, making her look more innocent as her head tips slightly to the side. ]

Oh I think Jack Crawford knows a great deal more than he lets on. False sort of blindness... much more effective.

[ His fingers drum again on the armrests of his wheelchair as he wonders, had he trusted Jack Crawford just a bit more, if he'd had still succumbed to the fate he had. ]

Might not be about what she knew, but about how she knew it. Or-- [ He doesn't know Beverly, so he can only speculate from Hannibal's side of things... assuming the two people are related. ] What she did with it.

[ she had meant price and zeller specifically, she just didn't remember/care about their names. but he made a good point about jack crawford. she's not entirely sure how he fared, but as hannibal was alive and she didn't see jack she could only assumed he'd bled out somewhere in the house.

she looks off to the side, mind momentarily lost in thought of what beverly could have done. ] You're right.

[ Gideon is quiet for a moment, lips pursed mildly in thought. He looks at Abigail with his same cautious scrutiny. ]

He's around here too, you know.

Hannibal Lecter.

[ of course. she continues looking away, eyes falling shut as she fights against bile seering her throat. he's inescapable, like her nightmares come true. her shoulders stiffen as she struggles to keep her breathing in control, to not succumb to frustrated tears. not even death could free her.

he was right, too, when he said it could be worse.

it is worse.

her hair is pushed aside enough to give a glimpse of her ear as her hand curls against her neck, scar pressed against her palm familiar. her nails dig into the back of her neck to force her to focus, grounding her in the present as her eyes open. ]

Could be worse.

[ could be her dad! ]

Could be. Would argue not by much, yet we are alive, whole... equipped with strange and new abilities.

So it isn't as if we're helpless.

[ All he knows about her is what's been in the papers or Tattlecrime, which is to say not a whole lot. But any victim of Hannibal's should appreciate having extra means to defend themselves, he imagines. Who wouldn't?

Gideon observes her (lack of ear), her scar, and returns to his quiet thought. To comment would only invite similar comments upon himself. ]

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