( MEMES ) TEST DRIVE >> 6

[contagio]

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.

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[gitanes]

[Curiosity or not ever having been taught to share as a child: which will win? It's a struggle for a few moments, but eventually she rolls her eyes and hands the folded-up target over. Or, well, if by "hands" you mean "whacks him on the arm with it and lets go" . . . something like that.]

Okay, what?

[kissthatgoodbye]

[As a child, Alec was never taught to expect anyone or anything to play nicely, so he's not fazed by how she chooses to hand it over.

He snatches at it with his free hand, though, touch and go for a moment before his fingers close on it securely and he's grinning again.

The target goes back onto the post - the nearest one this time, not where it originally start - and the safety comes off his gun so he can fire more bullets into it, still operating close enough that the muzzle flash of the gun leaves the paper scorched.

When he hands it back, it says "Y".]

[gitanes]

[She watches all this with unflinching attention, following the movement of the first upper line of the Y before she realizes what he's doing and starts rolling her eyes again.]

What are you, in third grade? [she yells over the last shot, and then, when he can hear again:] Seriously. You ruined my target.

[No, he made it better. She hates that so much she cannot even describe.]

[kissthatgoodbye]

[Alec ignores her until he's done, of course, because she's being just as showy as he is. Oh he doesn't doubt she thinks it's ridiculous, but he still expects her to take it back, grins at her sulk.]

Figured I'd better do something to deserve having to buy two drinks. That about do it?

[gitanes]

[He already deserved it. He was interesting and got her attention; he deserves every ridiculously obnoxious thing she can throw at him. But she's not about to say that, because he already knows.]

[Instead, she cocks her head and snatches the target back.]

It's fine, I guess. [She guesses.]

[kissthatgoodbye]

[Alec raises both hands, palm out, less in surrender and more to be patronizing. The smirk never quite leaves, even when he lowers his hands, tucks the gun - safety on - into his waistband, and then dips his head ever so slightly before motioning her in front of him.]

I'm sure you already have some ridiculously expensive dive picked out, so I'll just fall into line.

[gitanes]

[Her mouth twitches in annoyance at how obviously patronizing he's being. Barely resisting the urge to slap his hands away, she turns and walks ahead of him, her gait crisp and near-military.]

Wouldn't it just make you crazy if I bucked your expectations one of these minutes?

[kissthatgoodbye]

Mm. Wouldn't it just make you crazy if it didn't?

[This is the only possible response to the question, of course, utilizing that skill she'd anticipated only a few minutes ago; it isn't a double entendre, but he speaks flirt like it's his native language.

There's a thin thread of something else there, too, something else she'll probably recognize because he definitely recognizes it in her: he isn't accustomed to being wrong, isn't entirely comfortable with it, and doesn't often allow himself to be. Not for nothing is he courting her, even if it's just for an afternoon of her time.

They both like a challenge. They both like winning.]

Here's a secret for you - [And he leans a little closer, lowers his voice just a little, still playful but as though it really is a secret.] - I'm not stupid enough to have expectations for you. Not really.

[gitanes]

[They both like a challenge, and they both like winning, and that's the inherent contradiction of them: they both like two things that are often diametrically opposed. You can't be challenged if you don't stand a chance at losing. So what happens if one of them loses, or, as is more likely, they both do?]

[She doesn't bother worrying about it now. It might not happen. It probably won't get that far.]

[She doesn't lean away, cants her head sideways so they are looking directly at each other as they walk. A smirk, a shrug. As if it doesn't really matter.]

Now why would that make you stupid?

[This is an easy one. She wants to be praised.]