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etcelsior2019-10-25 05:03 pm
maskormods) wrote in etcelsior2019-10-25 05:03 pm
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HERE I COME
NOTE: This is the final test drive of 2019 as apps will be closed in December.
T E S T D R I V E M E M E
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 someone else's thread, either!
And remember there's only one rule in Test Drive Meme Club: HAVE FUN ON THE TEST DRIVE MEME!01.The city of Heropa, Florida is what one might expect from a small, bright and cheery place, where locals are friendly enough and local shop owners might offer a free drink to welcome you to their fair city. Some of the locals might thank you for always lending your service to the nation, while others might not say anything -- but if you have something nasty to say, better not say anything at all, right?
The recent dimensional anomalies have disrupted people's daily business more than a little, but the latest danger is a herd of zombies shambling towards the annual Mister and Miss Corncob beauty pageant. Right in the middle of the swimsuit competition, too! Of course, who gets the crown is partially based on audience appreciation — are you going to take out some of the undead or cheer your favorite participant on to victory? Either way, you're (probably) a hero!
02. De Chima, Virginia, is a large city with a healthy economy, with large numbers of citizens waiting to be awed by your very presence. Look at you! Organic wonder! Science and technology are the lifeblood of this city, so you're likely to come across a good many locals taking your picture with the newest of devices. The imPort craze remains high here, and you may find yourself cornered by overzealous imPort fans, media wannabes and opportunists alike, shoving cameras in your face. Their questions are likely to be fairly mundane, however; get ready for an interview about your taste in romantic partners, personal underwear choices, favorite foods, and more!
It's nearly Halloween, and the annual city parade and costume contest are underway! You've got one, right? The locals just love it! If you don't, well, that's okay — just for imPorts, there's a special costume rummage bin at the start of the parade route. Try cobbling something together from costume shop donations and items left behind by ported-out heroes! Then strut your stuff and prepare to be cheered for!
03. Maurtia Falls, Pennsylvania has had its ups and downs since imPorts started disappearing. The city's political core now gutted with its mayor and supreme ambassador exported out, the streets have returned to the hands of the local people -- and incidental, the local criminal element. More so here than the streets of any other imPort city, the battle between good and evil looks more like a war of escalation than a heroic tale.
Despite the lack of gratitude that's in it for you, you may want to step in once you see a very, very sad supervillain wandering Maurtia Falls' streets. Dressed in a cape that appears to be a large swath of fabric purchased from a nearby sewing store, galaxy-themed leggings and no shirt is a man who runs right into your vicinity before striking a pose and yelling, "Everyone, stop before me and my wrath! I am Mister Mars, and provided you give me what I ask for, nobody needs to get hurt!"
At which point Mister Mars snatches an old woman's purse, loudly laughs in her face, and begins to float upwards. By the time he reaches the height of the tallest building in the area, he's beginning to look slightly panicked as he fails to really be able to move anywhere but up. Meanwhile, the old woman has begun shaking her cane at him and screaming quite an assortment of alarming expletives.
Maybe you should help one or the other out? If not, just lean back and enjoy the show.
04. Nonah, North Carolina, is the liveliest of all cities; loud, busy and there's always some kind of energy in the air that gets everyone buzzing with excitement. To be American is to be part of a melting pot, and that there’s more money to be made by the thriving local industries hardly hurts.Natives may gather around new arrivals and ask both personal and broad questions about life as an imPort, what they are looking forward to, what their favorite article of underwear is. A few night clubs offer free entrance - just this once!
In the middle of the city's biggest park is an autumn tradition — a corn maze! Of course, it's not real corn, since there hasn't been time to grow it. But craft supplies store Mikey's is sponsoring a maze built with genuine imitation corn, and hundreds of locals have already enjoyed getting lost inside! Curiously, few of them have come out the exit, and those who venture inside will discover the maze is twistier and deeper than they ever could have anticipated. Somehow, it's bigger on the inside, thanks (no doubt) to some dastardly villain's powers. Will you try to navigate a way to the exit, forge your way through the stalks, or have a nap?
05. Jeopardy, Nevada by all rights shouldn't exist. A glowing neon city smack in the middle of the desert, the only reason it's still here is that the central nuclear power plant has tapped half a mile down into a subterranean lake for its water supply. So though the desert around it may be barren, the occupants of this small city are happily self sufficient. Those weird figures you see out of the corner of your eyes? Don't worry too much. Probably just weird radiation after effects. Jeopardy has a lot of those.
Things are quiet in Jeopardy. Weirdly quiet. In fact, way, way too quiet. But if you ask any of the citizens of the city why they won't talk to you, they just raise a finger and make a shhhhing sound and then point down the street towards the church. If you try to shake them, they grit their teeth. WHY WILL NO ONE SPEAK TO YOU?
(The one who is silent the longest wins a new fridge.)
literally laughed so hard when I read "bug-eyed little shitweed" that it made my day
Hearing the word dick coming out of the mouth of a kid who looks like he's barely in his teen years, if he's even there yet, surprises a laugh out of Caleb in spite of himself. "I can't imagine going commando under a pair of leggings, man, your junk would be all over the place. I'm not normally a briefs guy but I'd be a proponent of them under leggings. Especially if I was gonna pull some shit like that," he says, looking back up at the villain finally.
Belatedly, he processes that the kid has ice cream. What the fuck, where's ice cream? That sounds fucking good right about now... "Where'd you get the ice cream?"
aw thank, he is
“Yeah, well, you’ve got enough brains to think ahead,” he says. Gesturing to Mister Mars with his ice cream, he adds, “This guy’s so fucking stupid he probably went commando anyway, and if he did, then he’s lucky his dick’s smaller than my little finger.” He wiggles the little finger on his free hand as if to drive his point home.
“I got it off that guy over there,” Richie adds, pointing at an ice cream vendor just going about his day, not minding the incredibly weird sight of a guy slooooowly floating upward. He’s probably seen way weirder than this.
I've loved Richie for decades and Finn was fab bringing him to life <3
His eyes move to follow the kid's pointing and he nods. "Cool, was it pretty cheap?" he asks, curious. "I'm Caleb, by the way."
The warmth of the kid's orange concern has faded a little with his joke-telling, a tickling bubble of yellow amusement taking its place and that feels better. As it turns out, kids are easier. They feel things with less complications than adults. He noticed that about his sister a while back and it's still true, so it must not just be Alice. Kids feel things almost in a black and white sort of way. If they're happy, they're happy. If they're upset, they're upset. They don't have little shades of gray bleeding in from the edges as often as adults do. Shit, maybe he ought to just hang out with this kid for a while until he finds someone around here whose emotions mesh well with Caleb's, the way Adam's did.
That thought makes Caleb startle a little that he even had it. He can't just replace Adam, not romantically, not emotionally...just not at all. Adam's his best friend and boyfriend and he's not going to be able to find someone that works as perfectly with him as Adam does, because he's just going to be too busy comparing everyone that might be able to and he'll forever be feeling a veil of guilt settling in his stomach if he does.
...this is going to be rough until Adam shows up and he has to believe Adam will.
"Have you been here for a while or something? None of this seems to be phasing you."
RIGHT highlight of the movie right there
“It was like two dollars, plus fifty cents for the really good cones.” Richie’s shelled out the fifty cents for the good cone, which he is now licking melted ice cream off of before it can hit his fingers. “I’m Richie,” he adds, sticking his hands out, then with a British accent that he’s still practicing with, “why, it’s swell to meet you, guv’nor!” He can do a better one, now, what with his voice mimicry power, but that he’s going to save for when he needs to ditch school for one reason or another.
He leans back on the sidewalk on one palm. “No, I’ve just been here for like three days,” he says. “But it’s way better than Derry already.” The only drawback is that it doesn’t have the other Losers, which—hurts, really. But he figures they’ll come here too. They have to.
Totally was!
Shifting his weight to lift his left side up enough to slide his wallet out of his back pocket, Caleb opens it to look and notices that he's got a crisp twenty and a handful of messy, wrinkled singles in there. "Cool," he says, pocketing it again and looking back at the kid. "I'll have to get one before I leave," he adds, taking the kid's hand and shaking it. "Nice to meet you, Richie. Thanks for distracting me." He doesn't explain why he needed distracting. That's a bit much for right now. "You're a real comedian, huh?"
He grins a little at Richie. Class clown, he thinks, this kid must be. Class clown and an uninterested in being popular, popular jock. That's a hell of a combo. "Are either of your parents here with you?" he asks, wondering if there's a specific age cut off wherein you get brought to this place alone like Caleb has been. "I take it Derry kinda sucks?" he asks, lifting his eyebrows.
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He has just been collecting Voices since he got here, apparently.
“Oh, definitely,” he adds. “Either that or I’m gonna be a ventriloquist. I’m not sure yet, I’d need a creepy puppet.” Which he’s not really in any mood to go looking for, at the moment. The clown and its death trap of a house didn’t exactly do his burgeoning aspirations toward ventriloquism any favors.
At the mention of his parents, Richie looks down, scuffs his shoes against the pavement. “Nah,” he says. “They’d be pretty fucked up about getting here, anyway, they’ve got a shitload of important crap to do back at home.” What sort of important crap, Richie doesn’t specify, but it’s important enough that, at least in Richie’s view, they’ve stopped caring about him as much. “And—yeah, Derry sucks, tons of kids go missing like, all the time, so now there’s a curfew in place that still doesn’t stop it.”
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Shaking his head a little, Caleb shrugs. "Nah, just make your routine doing to other people what you just did to me," he says. "Make that your gig. It's a cool trick. Then you don't need the doll. Make the audience members your dolls. Less creepy."
Richie says that his parents aren't here and Caleb feels a navy blue prickle that he can't really identify on its own creeping into his bones. "Wait, you're here all by yourself? Who's looking after you? Where do you live? Are you, like...okay?" he asks, and he feels warm, orange concern enveloping him just like when he's in Dr. Bright's office, except that this time it's coming from the inside out rather than seeping in from the outside. And then Richie keeps going and Caleb's breath catches. "Damn...you got a kid killer running around...that's crazy..."
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