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( 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.
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The feel of her sister's arms around her brings her out of her shock and Katniss envelops Prim in her hold. Prim isn't the only one scared to lose the other if they let go and Katniss buries her face in Prim's hair as she strokes her back.]
It's okay, little duck. I'm here.
[And you're here. Her words are shaky, but she tries to keep them as reassuring as possible. If Prim is really here, is really alive, then she has to keep it together.]
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The sound of the soft meow at her feet pulls her out of her little bubble, reaching down to pick up the little gray kitten with one hand while still holding onto to her sister.]
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[It's little more than a murmur as she closes her eyes and takes comfort in the fact that whatever happened back there doesn't matter right now. Prim's here and Katniss is not letting go of her little sister any time soon. Which means they need to figure out where they are and fast. That thought combined with the meow draws her back to reality.
She glances down, expecting to see Buttercup despite the more pleasant-sounding mewling, and isn't sure if she should be surprised Prim has found a different cat or that it's not the old mangy one from home.]
Where did you get that?
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[She holds it close, giving a small sniffle as she starts to pull herself together. It'd been a good companion to her while she'd waited for Katniss, tried to figure out where she was. A grounding force when the panic had washed over her, sure that the Capitol had gotten her. When those things started playing the scree-
There's a small shake of her head as the kitten settles a little, watery eyes looking up at her sister.]
Can I keep it?
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Yeah. Of course you can.
[She wraps an arm tightly around Prim's shoulders and begins walking towards the way out of this horrible building.] They gave me a place to stay here. A house. I've got food there.
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Letting herself be guided, she tucks the kitten into the little satchel she'd found with her things. It's impossible to hide the little grumble of her stomach at the mention of food, shushing both it and the meows coming from her bag.]
Is it safe?
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[She wishes she could tell Prim it was for sure, but she hadn't been here long enough. Everything's still as foreign to her as the luxuries of the Capitol had been. She keeps an arm around Prim protectively and she's not willing to let go for anything.]
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[Like Gale? While she might want to see her mother, it wasn't the first thing on her mind. Not in a place like this. She had Katniss and that's what mattered right now.]
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We're the only ones from home. I'll keep you safe here, don't worry.
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[Especially if they were the only ones here. It changed things, made for a whole new set of rules.]
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[She knows Prim will anyway, but she's the older sister. This has been her job ever since their father died. She squeezes the young girl closer and can't help glancing down every so often. Prim's here, she's really here.]
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What's the food like here?
WHY ARE THEY SO CUTE
She tries to manage a small smile as she tucks a loose strand of hair behind Prim's ear.] I can make you whatever you want, little duck.
I WISH I KNEW
Brown orbs look up, curious.]
Is there bread?
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Yeah and no one to fight over it with.
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[Because she wasn't going to get excited over something as rare as bread if it meant having to go through anything similar to the Games... Possibly involving those creatures she'd seen on the screen.]
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They don't have the Games here. They've never heard of Panem. People work, they get paid, and they buy their food.