( MEMES ) TEST DRIVE >> 005.

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THE TEST DRIVE



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. 

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. Environmental Glitching. Why the hell is it so hot inside the dome? Wasn't it just the perfect temperature yesterday? 

3. Genetic Altering. What it says on the tin. Want a go? Want to suffer the side effects? Want to keep someone you love from getting something done?

4. Memory Glitch. Nobody seems to remember you. Literally. Not your housemates, not your coworkers, not your friends. It's like you never existed.

5. Military Training. Everyone's got to start somewhere. You're training the green folks, maybe you're one of the newcomers yourself. Maybe you haven't even touched a gun before in your life. Either way, you'd better start now.

6. Network Glitches. Strange messages are coming through the network, embedded in posts from other users. Beyond anonymous and completely untraceable, these posters claim that Bifrons has changed more about you than you know. It's suggested that you look into past dealings with Kilo to gain better understanding of what you're up against. Do you investigate?

7. Wildcard. Choose your own adventure or create a cocktail from the presented options! The choice is YOURS.

Comments

Agent Connecticut }{ Red vs Blue }{ 2

[connecticut]

[Complete BS. That's exactly what CT thinks of the current situation. She's dripping with sweat, her skin feels like it's baking, and she really, really wants to hit a pool right about now. Ah, the pipe dreams of soldiers for whom leave is a rumor. She's been here, what, a week? And stuff is already going to hell in a handbasket.

She lifts up the front hem of her shirt slightly, leans over a bit, and dabs at her brow with the fabric. There's no relief, nowhere to go and no real alternative to simply frying along with everyone else.]

Is this normal, or is this a special "fuck you"?

[pastdoesntdefine]

It's pretty special.

[Carolina, for her part, hasn't stripped down entirely, but her jacket is slung over one shoulder and she's opted to wear a tank top with her jeans. She wipes her forehead with the back of one hand - not that it really helps.]

Just be glad you missed when the weather systems went on the fritz and buried everything in neck-deep snow.

[connecticut]

If I had to pick, I'd stick with this. As long as it doesn't get worse, we'll be okay.

[CT is about two degrees away from starting to strip down from her t-shirt and track pants, because this is really not alright. Climate controls in here seem like a rumor and a joke, so she holds back a sigh of disapproval.]

It's not like we can relax and take a minute to tan.

[ghostthatlingers]

[She's had a week to get used to Connie's appearance, though it doesn't make it any less strange to be in the same place as her. She's avoiding looking at the other woman as she ties back her hair into a ponytail to get it out of the way.

If the dome's going to be this hot, then she's not going to worry much about shame and is clothed in something she would wear to the gym that can handle the sweat without being overbearing.]

Assholes can't keep their systems operational. Don't bother asking them why, they'll feed you some bullshit lines about how they care about our comfort and are working on it. [There might be the slightest hint of sarcasm at the end there. Just a little.]

[connecticut]

[A whole week of awkward semi-avoidance. Great. Just what Connie always wanted. She thinks she did the right thing to this very day, thinks there's nothing wrong with how she went about things until the very end, when she got caught and got... well, killed. That message should have been enough to save her life, or so she thought. Tex tends to send 99% of logic and planning straight through the window, though.]

Oh yeah, they care. I can tell. Really hard workers in this place.

[She tries to be as breezy as possible, but it comes off as almost standoffish.]

[goddamngrenades]

You should have been here for the blizzard. Actually- I think I miss the blizzard.

[ York's stripped down to shorts and praying for some kind of fucking breeze but nope. None is forthcoming. It's the worst kind of misery right here. He'd do something about it but he can't be bothered to sit up. Too much effort. ]

Please say we have beer left.

[connecticut]

I'm not really dressed for either one, that or this, and I'm guessing I can't find anything cooler to wear.

[CT fans herself a bit, knowing fully that it won't help, before leaning down and trying to roll her pants up above her knees. What a waste. If it gets worse, she has no problems stripping her shirt off, but if it comes to that, she's going to be annoyed. Having already soaked through what she's wearing, though, it's sounding better and better.]

Beer? If it's still cold, it's probably not going to be for long. You'll probably have to fight somebody for it.

Michael J. Caboose || Red vs Blue

[churchismybestfriend]

[Other than the occasional road trips to Sidewinder, Caboose had never really experienced snow. It never snowed on the moon back home and god knows the weather never seemed to change in Blood Gulch or Valhalla so to wake up that morning and see the ground covered in a generous layer of white was enough to have him hurriedly tugging his armour on to head out into the cold with an excited whisper of, "Oh boy! Oh boyohboyohboy!"

And then a quick dash back inside with a more chittery mutter of, "It's coldit'scoldit'scold-". This wouldn't be the last time he'd forget that the armour's power was disabled. Still wearing his helmet but with a few layers of much more reasonable and warmer clothing, Caboose was soon back outside and crouched in the nearest large patch of snow.]

It's time to make some friends!

[Yep, he's making snowmen. He's also using socks for mittens since he has no gloves.]

[goddamngrenades]

[ Oh god not the snow again. Once was bad enough. No more snow. Please no more snow. York cracks an eye to peer outside and. Yeah.

Snow.


...and someone in a familiar looking helmet making snowmen just outside the house. How did they get so close? What the hell are they doing on his lawn? York pulls on a coat and gloves to stomp out after him just to see who it is and how they'd gotten this close without tripping anything. ]

What're you up to?

[churchismybestfriend]

[So far Caboose has manage to pack snow up in two slowly growing mounds side by side but whatever it is, it looks like he's aiming for it to be rather large by the end of it. Arms full of snow to be molded Caboose blinks and glances back at the man standing behind him.]

Oh- Hello! I'm ah, I'm just making some friends. Out here. How are you?

Re: Michael J. Caboose || Red vs Blue

[skateboardiness]

Duke! Hey! [ Speaking of friends, Theta's puppy has made an uncharacteristic break for it. Excited to see snow again, and plows through one of the partially built snowmen. SNOW IS AWESOME HE AGREES, CABOOSE.

And Theta's not far behind, slowing to a stop further away when he sees Caboose's helmet. He really hopes you're not a bad person but he's a bit shyer still and it's not like he knows about the Reds and Blues yet. Duke'll come back in a bit he doesnt need to give chase near someone he doesn't know wearing a helmet clearly from his side of the multiverse.] Uh, sorry?

[motherfucking_ghost]

[No. No. Absofuckinglutely not. Nope! Fuck no! Not here.

And yet, despite his mental protests, internally bitching about how he actually can have a life here, a decent life, that isn't full of getting killed, or fighting for causes he doesn't give a shit about, or Reds and Blues--here he is. Fucking Caboose.

Playing in the fucking snow.

He definitely has not ever, ever missed Caboose in the slightest bit, and if anyone ever gets him to say it, he will hurt them soundly.

Hey, maybe if he just keeps walking, Caboose won't even notice. Like he doesn't notice most things in life. Just keep walking, Church. Don't even make any eye contact (or helmet contact or whatever), just keep--]

What the fuck are you doing here?!

[Impulse control: 1, Church: 0]

[colorfulapathy]

[Generally, April doesn't like people. They're dumb nuisances that only cause headaches and she tends to make it her goal to cause trouble for them, even if it's in the simplest of ways.

And she should be at work by now. In fact, that's where she's headed, all bundled up in the appropriate winter gear that her closet is full of since the Dome has been having trouble keeping its climate under control lately. Her intentions are there, yet she finds herself pausing when she sees an armored figure playing in the snow.

This could be more fun than going to work.]

Hey... Do you need help with that?

Deadlock | Transformers | 1

[you_look_weak]

[There are not words enough to express how much fury, rage, and nope boil up in Deadlock as he wakes up. He's figured out what's happened: those fraggin' slavers got him.

It all fits. Braid had admitted as much to him: that they took alien species and took their bodies, limbs, genetic whatever-stuff, because they wanted to live forever or something.

He snatches up the monitor, throwing it against the wall at full force. As if that could undo this.]

We had a deal, Braid! We had a deal! NOT me!

Gonna fraggin' kill you for this.....

April Ludgate, Parks and Recreation, 7

[colorfulapathy]

[If there's one thing April has learned this week, it's that working in an office is boring. There's only so many times she can send people to hunt down nonexistent offices for meetings that were never scheduled before she wants more out of life.

What better way to spend company time than making anon posts on the network? Text ones of course and not with the voice-to-text feature otherwise Jerry one of her coworkers will ruin her post.]

Greetings, people of Prole. I am the Grand Wizard of the Dome that sees and hears all!

I have come to find my bride that will join me atop my tower high in the sky. Form an orderly line by the nearest gate and my minions will find those most worthy to be brought to me.

[ecdemomania]

Yeah how about no?

[daedalist]

This is not what network usage is for, Ms. Ludgate.

Catherine Halsey | Halo | 3

[coffeebeforescience]

[Catherine stares at her hands for a few moments, speechless, shocked somehow into silence by the choice she'd made. They had given her this; no, she'd subjected herself to it for reasons she doesn't currently care to explain to anyone.

Genetic modifications. Enhancements. Her own personal project's goals and methods turned back on her, in some ways. She is different now, and different is... strange. Perhaps awful, perhaps enlightening. She isn't sure. But now all she has to do is touch someone, and they'll be smarter, more adept with machines and technology, filled to bursting with knowledge and the capacity to learn. They can become, as she is, an utter genius.

Why she chose this gift is a secret, too, but she's asked someone to meet her to see how it works. That person is you. Before her is an arm of sorts--artificial, mechanical, and broken.]

[deardirect0r]

Dr. Halsey. I have to admit, I'm intrigued. [He looks from her to the arm and back.] But what is it exactly you hope to accomplish?

[goddamngrenades]

Okay I'm not sure how you got my name or what we're doing here but...

[ He waves a hand at the upgrade. ]

What're we doing here?

[soulofmagus]

[ As a callsign, Sophia's schedule had grown far busier than she'd prefer, but she'd made a point to set aside time for this. One did not look such scientific generousity in the mouth.

Even if you did approach such offers with the caution due any experimental technology. ]

My apologies if I kept you waiting long, Dr Halsey. [Hands clasp before her, and there is a partial bow to the older scientist; an old Terra-Asian custom of greeting, rather than a business handshake] Dr. Sophia Nate, or Callsign Sierra, if you prefer.

Alison Hendrix | Orphan Black | 4

[hotglue]

[ Alison doesn't bother to set her glasses down when she opens up a channel to the network. The view for the observer is that of the sidewalk as she makes her way down the street. ]

Would anyone like to explain to me why in the hell no one seems to remember who I am? I just got sent away from work because my boss had no idea what I was doing there. And no one else recognized me either! Tell me I didn't get stuck in some kind of temporal time loop because that would be a bitch of a thing to add on top of what's already happened to me.

voice

[colorfulapathy]

Maybe they just wanted an excuse to fire you and replace you with a robot double.

voice

[goddamngrenades]

...do you have proof that you worked there? Or like. Recordings of yourself on the network?

Sophia Nate | Super Robot Wars || Sanctum- Native AU / Callsign Sierra

[soulofmagus]

2.

[ With the disasterous turn the 'winter' weather inside the dome had taken, discussions with the farming community meant that the old programming had been tabled and new schedules set up to help counter the loss of produce. For that reason, there's meant to be a light rain falling throughout District 2 today, set not to end until the Dome's 'night' begins.

It is NOT meant to be a blazing scorcher of a day, and were she any less of a lady, Sophia would be cursing her predecessors quite loudly.

So it is, with a small escort, that Callsign Sierra might be found travelling between districts to attend matters herself, equipment in hand but she might need some assistance with the heavy lifting... ]


5.

[ To say she is a reluctant student in the art of violence would be something of an understatement. But with her new rank comes new responsibilities and in recent times, Callsigns have not been known to possess the longevity their roles once historically offered. With that in mind comes a requirement to at least know the basics on how to defend herself.

So it is that the newly promoted callsign 'Sierra' may be found receiving the most basic of self defense training that the Militia has to offer, with and without weapons. She knows why she has to be here - even if you notice she doesn't look particularly happy about it. ]


7.

[ She ignores the rain as she sets down three yellow roses at the base of a large memorial, made of some of the last stone quarried before the mines closed and the Dome was put in place.

Sheltered off to one side in a public park, an elegant stone plinth bears the names of the lost cities, while a holo-image of their world rotates slowly; erected in memory of those who fell in the war or were lost to the contagion in the earliest days of the conflict, the memories that come with the memorial don't get many visitors these days.

She stands not directly in front of the memorial - that side is, naturally, dedicated to Proles' fallen - but on the right, where NOTUS is chiselled into the marble. Transparent umbrella rotates above her head as she turns the shaft absentmindly between long fingers, a noticable figure with long mint-green hair and the uniform-like garb of most scientists residing in District 3. ]