( 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.

Comments

[tohopeagain]

Because Charles had come from wealth he came with an understanding that thievery was often a sign of desperation, not that there weren't other reasons to steal...there might even be a compelling explanation behind this man's reason. Either way there was no need to bring the authorities into it and the mutant was a very patient soul at the best of times. Even with all of that bearing in mind, he was rather impressed that someone would try to steal from him in broad daylight, indicating that there was at least some confidence and skill behind it.

"I should be relieved that my virtue shall remain intact," he didn't stop walking, but he did close the book...because now he had to know what he was after, or at least why, "so what was it you were hoping to acquire?"

[dream_bigger_darling]

"Well, a wallet is usually what a person goes for mostly," he shrugged, almost wishing he had a cigarette to spin between his fingers. Several of the personas he'd taken on over the years had the habit, and sometimes it filtered into his own, if only to give him something to do. "But I would have gone for whatever it is you kept in that back pocket of yours, to be frank."

This was a test drive, a way to pass his time and hone his own skills again. Passing fancy. He couldn't say he actually needed anything, except the distraction.

[tohopeagain]

"Well I don't know about a wallet..." Charles reached into his back pocket and pulled out his house keys which was all that he had tucked away in the depths of his back pocket. Dropping the keys into the strange pickpockets hands it would give him something to do with his fingers, "...it's either that or pocket lint...though I'm not sure how far lint will get you."

Charles was pretty sure that wasn't the point, the point was being able to get it without Charles knowing, the game, though he was rather sorry it didn't turn out that way.

[dream_bigger_darling]

Eames caught them, turning the keys over in his fingers, surprised and more than a little curious about this odd man who not only didn't call the police on him, but had just given him the keys to his home. Admittedly, he needed to find out where he lived to even make use of it, but there were ways. He glanced at Charles, turning the keyring to roll it around his finger idly.

"Well, perhaps I have a collection of lint I take form people's pockets," he raised his eyebrows, smirking a little.