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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.
Lex Luthor | Smallville - 2
It was quickly becoming a pain to find dry ground.
And after, to find ground that was under just a foot of water- just two feet- he moved into the inside of whatever building let him crowd in (and it was humiliating to scurry in like a rat, you know).
Oblivious, he wasn't. This flooding had gone on now long enough that it was elevated from nuisance to problem- a very real problem. The young man turns once at the sound of something rushing down the hall (and what that rushing is, is obvious- it's the water taking control where these people hadn't). There's some stairs nearby, but they're narrow- and there's not going to be much time to think anything over before the flood sweeps what it can-- and that's how Lex finds himself moving forward to grip the railing, lurching forward, shoving whatever body had been there thinking to do the same. There just wasn't space enough to share, and, see, Lex just really didn't want to be the one to get the brunt of the flow. Sorry.
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o hay gurl hay. you come here often? c;
"Go," she calls to them, not entirely convinced they're smart enough to continue on their own without prompting. Then her attention is on the man before her and she looks less than amused, though not exactly stern or angry. "No one wants to drown. You attacking people isn't helping."
shhh
well, nobody said his reflexes were perfect, as much as it pained him. Literally pained him, because Lex just about doubles over the moment there's contact and he doesn't shy from shooting the girl a glare. And that's what he'll say it all was when the crowd stampedes past him and up the short stairway at her insistence (they were a herd, my God): that it was all just a reflex. Because when the girl finally gets back to calling him out (and Lex knew it was coming, so despite his better judgment he lagged behind and, you know, close. He has the gall to look affronted, but even that is fleeting. The guy lets out a breathless chuckle and lets his shoulders drop and his lips turn up in a defensive smile. Still sheepish, but he's very much a clocked wolf.
And by God, it shows.
"I never attacked anyone," he says. "I just didn't see you there. We happened to collide." And here his small smile drops off, he seems much more aware. He thinks back- and yes, the excuse flies. She hadn't been the only person in the way, after all, just the unlucky one. Lex extends a hand, gesturing forward. Up. To safety. "You're not hurt, are you?" Is he sorry? Well, he never said it, did he? Again, it might just have been one of those things that slipped his mind.
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He's clearly eager to be moving on already and she can't exactly blame him, the sounds of the water never too far away. With a begrudging nod, she turns and approaches the bottom of the stairs. Ringer steps aside and gestures to allow him to go first. Clearly he has no desire to wait. "We'll be fine once we get to the roof. This connects to another building that extends even farther up and has been reported to have less flooding so far. All I'm trying to do is get people there without anyone getting killed or severely injured."