play nice

[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

[burnseternal]

If this is what the locals are accustomed to, I believe they would have as difficult a time adjusting to my world as I can only assume I will have adjusting to theirs. It is... far quieter, [he admit with a quiet, somewhat self-effacing laugh. Odym's population, animals aside, is a grand total of three now that Razer has taken his leave.

Such is not the case here.]

But you are form Earth, are you not? [It's a genuine question. She certainly looks human enough, with her pink skin and eyes rimmed with white, but he's not entirely certain as to whether or not humans have mastered space travel, and with it, interplanetary colonization. He is beginning to wish that he had shown slightly more interest in speaking of more than just food to Hal Jordan in their brief meeting.]

[bioshift]

Usually I like busy! Or noisy or crowded. I'm just not usually by myself when I'm in it. [ eheh ]

Oh. Hello, Megan! I'm from Mars. --Green Martian, to be exact. [ As if this should have some great significance, and none, all at once. ] I just look like this to avoid the attention.

[ But here, she'll shift back into all her green-y glory for you, Saint Walker. You're rather nice, and she's not above enduring odd-ball stares as long as she's not on her lonesome. And though she may merely look like a human with green fleshy bits... as uncomfortably ironic as it seems, she has some inkling that Saint Walker might not even mind her actual-actual form. Not that this little teenager has any plans on sharing it, of course. ]

[burnseternal]

[The outcry of hello, Megan! is met with little more than puzzlement at first, but Saint Walker is swiftly distracted by other, more pressing things as her skin suddenly turns from pink to green... though that appears to be the only change.]

Oh! How interesting, [he says, and if the fact that she's a green martian holds any significance for him whatsoever, it certainly doesn't show.] I see that martians are rather similar to humans, save for their hue.

[It takes all sorts, of course. He has never heard of Mars in his life, but he knows very few planets outside of the Forgotten Zone. Hands still tucked behind his back, he leans forward just slightly, his smile a touch conspiratorial.] I must say it's something of a relief not to be the only non-human having been brought here. I was beginning to wonder if they had made a mistake.

[They still had made one, in his opinion, but he was willing to take things as they came. He only hopes that Brother Warth and Ganthet aren't worrying overly much about his unannounced absence.]

[bioshift]

[ Kind of a lame display of change, she knows. She's just not used to showing any other form. At least, not anything that isn't remotely 'acceptable' on Earth. For someone who seems relatively at ease with her species, she sure goes out of her way to try and fit in.

But before she can retort the comment of coloration, she has to indulge in Saint Walker's conspiratorial hush-hush. ]

Me too. I mean I love humans, they're so cool-- but it is kind of nice to not be the only one who isn't, either.

Where are you from?

[burnseternal]

I am from the planet of Astonia. It is - [was] quite far away from here, in the Forgotten Zone. I doubt you have heard of it.

[People seldom did, even before its destruction. They had been a quiet, peaceful people, not at all liable to venture outside of their own boundaries and make trouble for anyone else. It's unfortunate that their own self-sufficiency ensured that their expiration went vastly unnoticed.]

[bioshift]

I haven't, no... But it sounds neat. The Forgotten Zone sounds like a television series! [ No M'gann, that's the Twilight Zone. ]

What's it like there?

[burnseternal]

[That gets a moment's hesitation out of Saint Walker. He is not adverse to talking about his own planet, or what it had gone through, but he knows that it's an uncomfortable subject for the listener.

The best he can do is speak of it delicately, gently, and leave it up to M'gann to make of it what she will.

(Then again, he can't help but wonder: what exactly is a television series?)]

It was a very beautiful place.