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( MEMES ) TEST DRIVE >> 7
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. Pet Adoption. Maybe you have the perfect genetically engineered pet in mind. Maybe you found a stray little escapee--do you keep it or turn it in? There's a reward if you let Bifrons know where the potentially dangerous little bugger is at, after all.
3. Alterations. Feel like you need an edge in the city? Find yourself injured and looking at options? Why not consider genetic alterations or, better yet, upgrading to a better, healthier you? Be warned, some of the side effects can be a little unpleasant.
4. Network Glitches. Strange garbled messages keep trying to come through in audio and text, but no way to track where they're coming from. Do you try to make contact? Compare notes with others? Surely it's nothing to be concerned about, right?
5. Dome Glitches. What was that in the window? There, again, in the bathroom mirror! Is that another you, living another life? Or maybe you spot an ominous shadow lurking around in the corner, something like a dysthrope but...worse. You're not going crazy, are you? Others see it, too, don't they? Oh, I wouldn't touch that reflective surface if I were you, or you might end up thinking you're living in that strange other world.
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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He made his way through the crowd, slipping up beside the young lady, giving her a winning smile. "Excuse me, might I bother you for a bit of help? I seem to be a bit lost, and you seem to know your way around the area," he said, keeping a respectful distance from her.
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And now that she's not alone, he's turning around and starting to walk the other way.
"Shit--" Elizabeth is visibly torn. She holds up a hand to the well-dressed man, indicating he should just wait. "Hold on a second, right here--
"Hey!" Elizabeth shouts after the stalker. He looks over his shoulder, and Elizabeth is already walking towards him with a badge in hand. "Order of Justice, I need--"
He's not sticking around. He bolts. Elizabeth swears again and takes off after him.
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So he's taking off after her, umbrella tucked up and into his arm so as not to impede his stride. His eyes flick back and forth, looking for short cuts, alternate paths than trying to push through the wake of the fleeing man.
"Keep on him!" Eggsy shouted to the woman, darting suddenly to the right and up onto a high wall, sprinting down the narrow width of it to gain on the man.
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"Who are you?!" Elizabeth worked to keep stride, also trying to focus on where she was running and not look at her unexpected backup. The stalker decided last minute to turn into an alley, and Elizabeth sped up to follow.
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They were locked in a straight and narrow now, the alley long, and few other obstructions for the man to hide behind, not that he thought he would. He brought his umbrella around, snapping it up and twisting the handle to "Stun". He slid into a kneeling position, pulling a trigger hidden in the curve of the handle. There was a soft escape of air as the umbrella fired the dart, Eggsy snapping it closed and taking off after the man again, who fell down twitching.
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To say Elizabeth looks put out is an understatement, but she's not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Lips in a disapproving line, she pulls what appear to be handcuffs out of her clutch bag. "Think he can still hear me?
"Malik O'Heron," she says, approaching the smoldering suit. "I'm placing you under arrest for the kidnapping and murder of Gema Gammon, Katerine Laux, Rosette Ryen--"
Elizabeth was still five feet away when metal hoses burst out from under the downed man's body and lifted Elizabeth clean off the ground by her neck. This is, unfortunately, extremely new to even Elizabeth. She just barely manages to keep her neck from breaking by getting a grip around the two holding her up. Well, now she knows how he managed to overpower his victims.
As he gets up, he holds Elizabeth between him and Galahad-- that had been a fun trick, but he's not eager to repeat the experience.
"Drop your little toy, laddie," he says, more hoses wrapping around Elizabeth's waist to support her. A dead hostage was no hostage at all. "And your secretary won't--"
Elizabeth rams the heel of her shoe right into the fly of his pants.
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His eyes widened when the metal hoses burst out, even as a flash of anger ran through him at that stupid jacket thwarting the stun of his umbrella. That was sloppy work, very sloppy. Merlin would be horrified, not to mention Harry, may he rest in peace. He was making ready to put the umbrella down - there were other ways to get to the man without endangering the woman, finger already moving to activate his signet ring -
And then Elizabeth kneed the man in the crotch. Eggsy almost felt a moment of sympathy, but it didn't quite make it.
"She's not my secretary, mate," he told him, darting forward at an angle. He bounded off the wall and pushed his signet ring against the man's throat, releasing a 50,000 volt shock through him while he was busy trying to get his wind back from the shocking pain of Elizabeth's heel in his crotch.
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"Stand back--" she rasps. Once Galahad is clear, Elizabeth pitches the device at Malik and it expands into a blue transparent dome. Force field, similar to the one that kept her inside her cell in prison.
That done, she exhales sharply and hyperventilates for a moment. That had been too close for her comfort.
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Oh, that wasn't good. He looks around, trying to find something for her to breath into, but all he has is his pocket handkerchief. It was a poor replacement, but hopefully it might do the trick. He glanced at the man beneath the dome, but was sure that whatever that field was it could contain him for a few moments. The electric shock should keep him down and out for awhile yet.
"Here you are, miss," he said, holding out the golden cloth to her. She could breath into it, he hoped, simulate a bag. Even if there was one out here in the alley, he wouldn't dream of giving it to her. Who knew where it could have been? "You all right? He was a bit rough with ya', though you got a hell of a kick." He smiled a little, pushing his glasses up his nose.
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"Thank you," she wheezes, taking the handkerchief from him. Long time since she's seen one of them-- and she gives it a hesitant little sniff before holding it over her nose and mouth to breathe for a few seconds. Once she's done, she pulls it away and nods.
"Bruised but I'll live," she looks over at the detention field again and rifles through her bag before producing what appears to be a simple two-way speakerbox system. "This is DeWitt, I have suspect in custody, please extract from my coordinates."
Pause, then the affirmative came over the line. More breathing into the handkerchief.
"...Galahad? Really?"
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"Are you an officer then?" he asked, looking to the two way communicator she had and back at the man they had stopped. Well, he knew he had a wrong feeling about him. Looked like he was right. But if she was an officer, maybe she could be of more help - like explaining what the hell was going on, why he woke up here. Luck was with him today, it seemed.
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"I haven't seen anybody dressed like that in a long time. Did you just come out of the lab?"
Dressed, right, the extraction team would be there soon and Elizabeth had used an... unorthodox method of reeling her man in. She holds up the handkerchief with a little wince. "And can I borrow this?"
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There's a brief twinge of wariness at that question, and a sharper turn of his gut. To ask that sort of question suggested that he might not the only one to show up like this before. Which was not a comforting thought at all. He glanced at the man again and back to Elizabeth, doing his best to keep his cool even though there was the slightest bubble of panic inside. But a Kingsman did not let panic rule his actions.
"Yes, of course," he told her in response to the handkerchief. "And I certainly left there not to long ago." He could lie, but he had a feeling she would know and being an investigator meant that she couldn't be completely twisted, right?
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"You saw the film too, I'm guessing. The one with the man saying we're their 'last hope'," And her tone suggests just how she feels about that. She finishes making herself decent and turns around. "Welcome to Proles-- wherever you came from, you're not in the same timeline that you started in. You're in a domed in city, the year is 3163 if that means anything to you. The both of us are part of a program called 'Project Immunis', which consists of outsiders being yanked from their respective timelines and brought here to supposedly discover a cure for a disease that was introduced by the very people who started Project Immunis. I, for example, originally came from a city called Columbia, on Earth, year 1912. They call people like us the 'Immune'."
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"Not big on easing a person into things, are you?" he asked as he tried to absorb the information dump.
Naturally he wanted to balk, protest that she was pulling his leg, that this test was ridiculous or whatever the hell this was. But having seen the city, the glasses, what she had just used to contain the man and what the man himself had used... well, it was hard to argue with so much visual evidence. He definitely hadn't gone to sleep here, and he was a fairly light sleeper these days.
"So, what, we're just guniea pigs then?"
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She takes another breath, maybe Galahad can even see her switch gears once she's done. "That's the idea. Apparently there's something about all of us that makes us resistant to this disease, and they want to find a cure or a vaccine through studying us. Of course, we're not stuck in a lab being poked and prodded, most of the time our help is pitched as 'voluntary'. Which is crazy. I don't know who in their right mind would say 'Sure, sounds like fun, I'll help you guys out; you only kidnapped me and and subjected me to involuntary surgery'. But there you are."
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"I'm guessing the things on my back have something to do with that?" he asked her, glancing at the tentacles again, fingering his signet ring just in case he needed to shock them once more to get the message of 'stay down' across. It would make him feel better, personally.