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( MEMES ) TEST DRIVE >> 7
Like it or not, you've been dragged from your world into the sanctum. It's a pretty nice city, all things considered--sci-fi, high-tech, glamourous.... Except, of course, for the giant dome encircling it, and the threat of glitching, contaminated zombies at your door. Looks like humanity's built itself a fortress that looks suspiciously like a cage, too. Toss in the odd memory blanks and the everpresent logo of Bifrons incorporated and it's enough to make someone paranoid.
The object of this meme is to get people familiar with the world of the Sanctum, and to try to see if their characters would fit in a sci-fi utopia such as this. Here are your options:
1. Intro: Waking Up. Make your intro post, folks. You wake up in a strange place, and get a strange transmission to go with it. There's a pair of glasses connected to some sort of communications network, but otherwise not much else in the room with you. What are you going to do?
2. Pet Adoption. Maybe you have the perfect genetically engineered pet in mind. Maybe you found a stray little escapee--do you keep it or turn it in? There's a reward if you let Bifrons know where the potentially dangerous little bugger is at, after all.
3. Alterations. Feel like you need an edge in the city? Find yourself injured and looking at options? Why not consider genetic alterations or, better yet, upgrading to a better, healthier you? Be warned, some of the side effects can be a little unpleasant.
4. Network Glitches. Strange garbled messages keep trying to come through in audio and text, but no way to track where they're coming from. Do you try to make contact? Compare notes with others? Surely it's nothing to be concerned about, right?
5. Dome Glitches. What was that in the window? There, again, in the bathroom mirror! Is that another you, living another life? Or maybe you spot an ominous shadow lurking around in the corner, something like a dysthrope but...worse. You're not going crazy, are you? Others see it, too, don't they? Oh, I wouldn't touch that reflective surface if I were you, or you might end up thinking you're living in that strange other world.
6. Outside the Dome. You're out and about without an armed escort, suited up against the atmosphere and dysthropes. It's supposed to be a green sector in this run down shell of what used to be a suburb, right? Nothing could possibly go wrong
7. WILDCARD. Choose your own adventure or create a cocktail from the presented options! The choice is YOURS.
Celty Sturluson | DRRR!!/Sanctum AU
[The revving of a gasoline engine cuts through the sound of normal traffic, and a woman in a helmet cuts expertly through the streets and alleyways. Chatter from the network is running in her helmet display, but most prominent is the image of the person she's supposed to pick up. They might be expecting her, they might not, all Celty knows is she got a tip so she's following it.]
[Shockingly, the tip is good. Celty pulls up next to her pick up, her bike's engine shuddering in a sound that could almost be called a horse's whinny. She produces a palm-sized datapad and taps a message:]
Get on.
02. Network [Set Registered to Setton]
Good evening, everyone. I've recently come into possession of a fish. [Read: she was paid with two of them.] I want to make dinner for someone, but I've never actually cooked fish before. Does anyone have any tips?
03. Black Bike
[It's been years since Celty has been out riding on the streets. Between healing from her injury and getting used to not being able to speak, she'd been more or less in hiding. But with the army and the callsigns defecting from Bifrons, Celty not only feels some pull to be out in the world again, she needs to stop relying on Bifrons for her housing and medical care.]
[She starts out slow, taking a routine trip around the dome, delivering food during the riot clean up, low-profile jobs. Then, when she's confident again, she puts her gold helmet and her leather catsuit back on and cuts through the roads like she owns them. Word spreads quickly that the urban legend, the Black Bike is riding again.]
[And that earns her the attention of yet another buy-in war game: Hunt the Black Bike. Celty can outrun two or three, but she gets the feeling after a few days that the number is growing. Eventually there are at least a dozen bikes after her, all with passengers pointing guns at her. Rumor has it that the Black Bike doesn't have a head.]
[Which is ridiculous, of course Celty has a head-- it's just not for public viewing. And if they get her, the first thing that will be all over the network is photos of what countless doctors had done to help her.]
[She swallows and revs the engine, trying to put more distance between her and the gang.]
Crap, [she thinks to herself.] Crap, crap, crap, crap...