( MEMES ) TEST DRIVE >> 6

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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. 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.

Comments

[antivanleather]

Sneaking about the halls dressed in precious little? Is the first normal thing that has happened to him since he woke. Seeing a flash of familiar hair and line of jaw does make some of this anxiety settle. "Now that is a sight for sore eyes."

[templariffic]

Said frame jumped when he heard that voice, familiar and always with a soft tease in it. He rounded, prepared for combat and looked a little uneasy to see Zevran standing before him. Not that he wasn't trusted enough to travel with them, and not that he hadn't stuck by them through thick and thin...

But this had to be the Fade. And if he was going to relax, Zev would need to prove himself.

"Lampposts. Tell me what happens to them."

And he's dead serious, brows knitted together in a mixture of hope and suspicion. They were both in their smallclothes, so at least they were on equal footing. So to speak.

[antivanleather]

Lampposts? Lampposts. He recalls that story with a fond, albeit somber twist of his lips. She'd laughed herself sick describing that particular conversation. "If I remember correctly they are licked in winter. But not by you just yet, yes?"

[templariffic]

"Spot on, good man." he let out a breath and relaxed his shoulders, enough to indicate he wasn't about to have a running tackle to take care of someone impersonating Zevran. "Have you seen the man who talks to you and gets eaten by some abomination? I understand he's afraid, but he could answer back." then again, the man had been flat and a little too shiny to be in his presence. He'd never seen magic of this sort before. It seemed more rigid, more structured and manufactured instead of conjured.

"But... right, where are our armor and weapons?"

[antivanleather]

"I do try." He snorts softly under his breath and sidles up next to Alistair. This place is quick and strange, full of- flat men? Shiny. "I took it to be some manner of message left behind. There are tales in Antiva of mages that speak through mirrors- I assume it must be something like that."

Magic, far too much of it for his comfort. "Let me guess. You've the strange metal poured into your back as well? Marvelous."

[templariffic]

"You think they could be ghosts?" any and all possibilities should be put forth, but he had heard from Duncan once about a mirror used by elves long ago to communicate. Maybe this was Arlathan, their famed city of legend. "It's-- not... strange. It's like it's embedded there..."

He reached back to articulate but couldn't quite reach. "Only time I've seen metal embedded in flesh is from injury-- this deep, usually death. And I don't remember dying, but maybe...?"