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( MEMES ) TEST DRIVE >> 005.
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.
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[Straightening up he turns around and stares at the man standing behind him. It takes him a moment before it clicks at he almost jumps.]
CHURCH! YOU- YOU'RE A REAL BOY AGAIN!
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Have you seriously been playing out in the snow all day? And are those...are those socks on your hands?
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[Brushing the excess snow off of his sock hands he blinks and looks down at them.]
Wha- oh. Yeaaah. I don't have gloves so I used my socks. I can't feel my fingers.
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How little Church knows.So he'll just push that aside with a shake of his head.]Okay, y'know, as much as I really don't care if you stay out here and freeze into a solid block of ice, the fact is I haven't seen any other Blues around here but me.
Also, having someone other than Delta who doesn't hate my guts around very occasionally might be nice. [Look, sometimes Tex hates his guts, that's just fact.] You got somewhere to go? Somewhere that's warmer and might have gloves. Somewhere that had for the love of god not be my house.
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Yeah, I haven't seen Tucker or Wash around either but...well, I guess they're just not here right now.
[After a few failed attempts to peel the half frozen socks from his fingers he shoves his helmet up enough so he can pull the soggy things off with his teeth. Giving his fingers a quick flex when they're free he glances back at Snow-Church, considers the snow man for a moment and then puts the sock mittens on the end of his stick arms.]
Oh I've got a room thing somewhere around here. It's nice. It's got cookies.
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Your room has cookies? Why does your room get to have cookies? My room didn't have any cookies in it; it was a dump, and Carolina nearly took my head off. Not the warmest of welcomes!
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I found them! Or- um. Bought them. Uh, they followed me home.
[Probably best if Church doesn't look in his food cupboards.]
Yeah, Carolina can be preeetty scary sometimes. But it's okay, I'm sure she's nice too.
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Okay, look, we're gonna get you inside somewhere before your fingers fall off and make you eat something other thank cookies before you puke up sugar. There's actual food here, too, not just the crap the army always sent us.
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Oh I eat things other than cookies. Like peanut butter, and peanut butter sandwiches, and alphabet soup, and spaghetti in a can... [He can go on, Church. In fact, he probably will for the rest of their walk to his apartment thing.]
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[He will interject all this and more as he grows more and more irritated at the endless list. Oh god, please let there be someone else living here. He can't stand the idea of Caboose trying to live on his own. Somehow the place doesn't appear to be on fire, so, y'know, that's already a pleasant surprise.]
Okay, look, I'm only gonna be nice to you because you're on my team. We are going to calmly go to the store and quietly get you some easy microwaveables. And, like, a holy fuckton of ramen. You'll eat like a true college student, and that'll at least be better for you than god damn cookies.