![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
( MEMES ) TEST DRIVE >> 6
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. Environmental Glitching. You know the story of Noah? No? Now you're living it. Sealed portions of the districts are overfilling with water, flooding streets, fields, and select city blocks. Do you climb up to get to safety, shut off the water, or find a way to break down the barrier to the next sector over?
3. Genetic Altering. What it says on the tin. Except...it's not quite gone right, has it? Are you supposed to spit acid when you hiccup? Are your insides acid resistant? No? Oh dear. Warped experiments gone wrong, your augmentation has twisted around on you for horrific or hilarious results.
4. Memory Glitch. No one knows your face. You don't exist on the network. In fact...you're not all that certain you are who you think you are anyway. Haven't you always lived here?
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. 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.
no subject
That doesn't mean she's going to make this easy on her instructor. Her hold on the pistol is loose and she waves it a little in the air as she answers, her voice is its usual deadpan, apathetic self. She should probably care more with a loaded weapon in her hand. "Yeah, you just point this thing wherever and bam."
no subject
"No."
That was the most he could say for a few seconds without exploding. Joel counted down from ten before he spoke again. "You only point it where you plan on shootin', which means if you're pointin that weapon at someone you need to plan on shootin' and killin' it." His soft Texan accent did nothing to betray how concerned for his own safety he was at that moment. "You understand what I'm sayin?"
no subject
She's still holding the gun wrong, similar to how people in a cartoon might as that's about the extent of her real knowledge of guns, though at least she's aiming it in the general direction of the target. So hey, small improvement. "So, I aim it at a bad guy's head and pull the trigger a bunch."
no subject
"...because I swear to God if you wave that around in my direction one more time, you are being sent home for the day. No money is worth gettin' shot for today." Joel stepped forward to put his hand over the top of hers, the one she was holding the gun in, to get her to stop waving it around so carelessly.
no subject
"Can I pull the trigger yet?"