No one knows what lies behind their masquerade~ [OPEN]
WHO: Slipstream dontasktrix (disguised as Starscream) and You.
WHAT: Slipstream found that her hacked masquerade mask worked and disguised herself as Starscream, only to learn she was unable to turn it off. Now she's stuck looking like Starscream and has no idea when the mask will fail.
WHERE: public areas of Zone 7
WHEN: Backdated to between the 4th and 11th, when the mask is active, but getting low on power.
WARNINGS/NOTES: No warnings, now. OK with separate threads at various locations or times within the above parameters. Feel free to ask for either Slipstream or Starscream, or request to see both together. Make Slipstream crazy, or expose her ruse.
A slagging week and Slipstream hadn't found a way to shut off the maskf. If there was anything worse than being the loser's clone, it was was for most intents and purposes being the faulty template. Anything that could be accomplished electronically, she could still do. Transfer funds, order goods, arrange courier pick-up. Her ID had not changed at all. But she couldn't go about any business in person looking like Starscream. She'd had to tell the A.S.S.H.A.T Administrators that she had barnacles to keep from appearing as Starscream in front of her students. An easy choice to explain her absence, but embarrassing.
She couldn't pass as a regular in the Widow's Cafe, and couldn't go to places Starscream had frequented, for fear of being caught in a lie again. Fragging Soundwave! Why couldn't they just be into freeing toasters and causing havoc with cute remote-control toys like the one in Detroit? Not that they'd met, but it'd been all over the news.
Magenta and silver just didn't blend as well into the cool-toned alloys, pools of pale light, and shadows. None of her usual contacts recognized her like this, not only did she pay retail on everything, but she felt out of the loop. Thugs tried to hold her up, thinking her some shiny, new bot. She couldn't convince the bath house attendants she hadn't stolen Slipstream's ID bolt, and couldn't afford to bathe in public, guest facilities for fear of how water might distort the mask.
It was supposed to have been fun! Do a Starscream impression. Say crazy things on the network. Demand to have the Phoenix back, just to see if she could get it. Call Sugar Daddy names, maybe. Be the Starscream his clones wished he had been, even if for a short while. Practice flirting with only Starscream's reputation on the line. Learn if Starscreams had a secret club.
Fun.
But, that had stopped when she realized she couldn't change back. Now, it felt like she was trapped, and Slipstream really didn't like the feeling.
WHAT: Slipstream found that her hacked masquerade mask worked and disguised herself as Starscream, only to learn she was unable to turn it off. Now she's stuck looking like Starscream and has no idea when the mask will fail.
WHERE: public areas of Zone 7
WHEN: Backdated to between the 4th and 11th, when the mask is active, but getting low on power.
WARNINGS/NOTES: No warnings, now. OK with separate threads at various locations or times within the above parameters. Feel free to ask for either Slipstream or Starscream, or request to see both together. Make Slipstream crazy, or expose her ruse.
A slagging week and Slipstream hadn't found a way to shut off the maskf. If there was anything worse than being the loser's clone, it was was for most intents and purposes being the faulty template. Anything that could be accomplished electronically, she could still do. Transfer funds, order goods, arrange courier pick-up. Her ID had not changed at all. But she couldn't go about any business in person looking like Starscream. She'd had to tell the A.S.S.H.A.T Administrators that she had barnacles to keep from appearing as Starscream in front of her students. An easy choice to explain her absence, but embarrassing.
She couldn't pass as a regular in the Widow's Cafe, and couldn't go to places Starscream had frequented, for fear of being caught in a lie again. Fragging Soundwave! Why couldn't they just be into freeing toasters and causing havoc with cute remote-control toys like the one in Detroit? Not that they'd met, but it'd been all over the news.
Magenta and silver just didn't blend as well into the cool-toned alloys, pools of pale light, and shadows. None of her usual contacts recognized her like this, not only did she pay retail on everything, but she felt out of the loop. Thugs tried to hold her up, thinking her some shiny, new bot. She couldn't convince the bath house attendants she hadn't stolen Slipstream's ID bolt, and couldn't afford to bathe in public, guest facilities for fear of how water might distort the mask.
It was supposed to have been fun! Do a Starscream impression. Say crazy things on the network. Demand to have the Phoenix back, just to see if she could get it. Call Sugar Daddy names, maybe. Be the Starscream his clones wished he had been, even if for a short while. Practice flirting with only Starscream's reputation on the line. Learn if Starscreams had a secret club.
Fun.
But, that had stopped when she realized she couldn't change back. Now, it felt like she was trapped, and Slipstream really didn't like the feeling.