( MEMES ) TEST DRIVE >> 7

[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. 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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lavellan \ dragon age : inquisition

[clannish]

1. Good morning.

[ Awake is good, but moving is better. Blinking through the blinding sensation of what could only be comparable to light narrowed into carpenter nails hammering against the swelled insides of her head she was stumbling before she was really moving. Light reflecting off ever metal surface, and there were no shortages of painful bright and narrow corners catching harsh white artificial light to throw her off made regaining any shred of self-possession a daunting task.

Haleth had her outbursts. Panicking as she watched herself in a mirror when she ran her fingers down the length of her spine where it had been mutilated, because she could find no other word, with bored in holes of more of that pitch black metal with a strange conformation and oscillating, delicate parts she dared not to prod. Even if it had seemingly been carved into the bone and delicate nerves of her back she felt neither pain nor discomfort. Barring the unshakable paranoia that something was inherently wrong.

She indulged disquiet for a moment, and only a moment, because she knew she had to keep moving. The form-fitting off white tunic she found slipped over her chilled with sweat and shaking torso and she shuddered at how she could see the malformations of her spine poking through the fabric, but she kept moving. Out of the metal room. Away from all this as far as she could go. Bursting flashes of running through the Fade, lungs hot and heavy as she pushed through the other side running on nothing but the ceaseless need to move and survive. The similarities are not lost on her here as she takes a breath, and leaves the room.

Padding barefoot around outside, eyes looking everywhere she fixes on the first person she sees and makes a beeline straight for them. ]