( 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

[ecdemomania]

So lemme get this straight:

I'm supposed to haul ass and stand around in the snow at the barrier in District 1 so you can have something to do?

What happened to coffee? People not do coffee in the future? Fuck.

[colorfulapathy]

Yes. What's the problem?

[ecdemomania]

Coffee > standing in the snow, cold.

[colorfulapathy]

You can bring some by my office.

[ecdemomania]

Yeah all right sure. Where?

[colorfulapathy]

[She likes coffee, so he gets her actual work address. Lucky him.]

I'm at the front desk.

[ecdemomania]

[ It never occurred to him that he might get a runaround. How do one people?

Either way, fifteen, maybe twenty minutes later and there's a guy in a parka and a heavy scarf (he grew up in deserts, sue him) sets a reusable container of black coffee with cinnamon on her desk. ]

Yo.

[colorfulapathy]

[A free cup of coffee is something she can always get behind. She'll just be at her desk, pretending to be reading memos on her datapad or answering very important messages.

When she hears him approaching, she assumes it's another person trying to schedule some meeting and ignores him until she hears the coffee cup hit the top of the desk. She glances up at him then the cup and takes a sip of coffee.]

Hey.

[ecdemomania]

So I'd ask if I'd get you in trouble just hanging out here, but I'm pretty sure you gave up your last fuck long before now. [ He has his own coffee, so he'll just...stand and drink it. ]

Got a name?

[colorfulapathy]

April. [She pushes datapads and other meaningless work related items out of the way so her coffee has plenty of space in its new home on her desk in front of her.]

It's not my fault it's boring here.

[ecdemomania]

Yeah I'm sure. You could always work somewhere else?

[ Siiiiiiiip. ]

John.

[colorfulapathy]

I'd rather not work anywhere.

[Yep, this is some good coffee and she's going to let the silence linger uncomfortably for a moment before saying anything else.]

You live here or something?

[ecdemomania]

Tough shit. Most people gotta work.

[ If it's uncomfortable John doesn't notice. He can do silence. It's easier than the way most people talk. ]

Or something.

[colorfulapathy]

[It tends to be uncomfortable for most people she interacts with. She's leaning forward in her seat, elbows resting on her desk.]

You're one of those weird immune people.

[ecdemomania]

Yeah and you're one of those people born here.

[ Shrug. Sip. Raised eyebrows. ]

What?

[colorfulapathy]

Nothing.

[Another sip and a tap of her fingernails against the desk.]

You want to go out for lunch? I can leave.

[ecdemomania]

[ A few rapid blinks. ]

Sure, okay.

[colorfulapathy]

[She stands to put on her winter gear and makes no effort to alert her coworkers that the front desk is about to be unmanned for an undetermined period of time.

She glances over at him then leads the way out of the building.]

[ecdemomania]

[ Hey, it's her job. They want her to do it differently, they should probably tell her as much.

Not that he'd do what she's doing in her place, but it's her place, so what he would or wouldn't do means all of jack shit.

So he follows behind, finishing his coffee as they exit the building. ]

I don't know where anything is, so.

[colorfulapathy]

I live here, remember?

[So all he has to do is let her lead the way. She's on her home turf even and is leading them towards a nice little place that serves breakfast food in the afternoon.

She might have a slight thing for waffles, regardless of the time of day.

The waitstaff recognizes her and knows to minimize the pleasantries. She just wants a menu, some water, and to be left alone by them.]

[ecdemomania]

Yeah I didn't exactly forget.

[ He just thought it made sense to point it out. But anyway, she's got a place in mind and it turns out to be one of those all day breakfast spots and he won't be complaining. A man can get behind pancakes after 2pm.

He gives one of those weird tight-lipped smiles to the waitstaff and looks over the menu with interest.

Without looking up, he clears his throat a little. ]

So is this like a date or something?

[colorfulapathy]

Or something.

[It's a word that describes a lot in her life. She doesn't take long looking on the menu, there's only one thing she has come here for and she waves down one of the waitstaff to deliver her order with a small flourish.]

Garçon, a plate of your finest waffles.

[ecdemomania]

[ He probably shouldn't have expected a more straightforward answer than that, so John mentally shrugs it off. He can evaluate how he feels about this once it's over.

He orders his own food, huevos rancheros and some more coffee before his eyes start wandering. Counting people, windows, exits obvious and otherwise. ]