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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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[He drops it, because trying to insist on Abigail Hobbs eating something is cruel. He remembers how she reacted when it was revealed her father was likely feeding her and her mother both the remains of those girls, remembers her shock and revulsion. Fries aren't human beings, but Will attempting to force anything in her in light of that is...tasteless.

What he doesn't know.]

I only knew what you told me, and then I ran away with it. I didn't give you the chance to explain anything else. I don't know anything you didn't tell me.

[It's all stated like fact, because it is. It is, he doesn't really know anything more than that. Can't. Who can, now that she's dead? And it's is not him trying to pull more information out of her. It doesn't matter right here, right now. This world is new to her; getting it sorted means more than sorting out "minor" details. That can wait.]

How long ago did you get stuck here?

You were sick. [ she repeats it quietly, but firmly. she doesn't hold scaring her against him, nor fleeing. but she moves on easily enough, because she doesn't actually want to dwell on that. it was so long ago.

as opposed to heropa, which has not been long at all. ] I don't know, I don't have a watch. [ therefore little enough time for it to be measured on a watch and not a calendar. not that she has one of those, either. ] It's... disorienting, being able to move around without being watched. No one knows who I am here.

[ which, frankly, is kind of great, but she's too confused to feel that part yet. it's pretty excessive jet lag.]

[It's not the time or place to dwell on it, he'd say. It felt selfish to try when she was new, same as it had felt when he'd gone to Hannibal and started off on the foot of what happened as opposed to being helpful. He wasn't the only person in this situation. Trying to shove it to his desires and what he needed/wanted did no one any favors.

It's an urge that has to be quelled, same as reaching out further and touching her hand. She's real. She's talking, he's talking, they're awake, this is real. He doesn't need to go overboard with it.]

Couple people here know who you are. [No one didn't mean she was saying Will was a no one, but he still picked it apart momentarily. No one, huh.] There's a few besides me who are from...where we're from. They'll know you. You'll be the sixth. Probably get asked if you're from Baltimore.

[He was.]

I'm not, I'm from Minnesota. [ represent, yo, mall of america baby right here.] Which... I guess they'll know. It's in my dad's name. [ she's the daughter of the minnesota shrike, not the baltimore... what are they called? orioles. not really a bird of prey unless stealing nectar from hummingbird feeders counts as impaling their prey on sticks or antlers. not exactly the same m.o. her shoulders slump slightly, lifting her hand to prop her chin against it, the picture of defeated. ] So at least four people think I'm a murderer. [ her eyes flicker up. ] Maybe five.

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