( MEMES ) TEST DRIVE >> 7

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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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[onthepoint]

Arthur shoved his hands in his own pocket, wishing that his totem would appear and feeling nothing but the fancy pen he'd found earlier. This was a bad idea. All of this was just plain bad.

"Make it a double." He pushed away from the table, staying close to Eames like he was a lifeline. If this really wasn't Eames, it was a good forge. Whether he actually ordered the right drink would be the tell, though. Eames had most certainly watched him drink enough bourbon to know and if he ordered Arthur vodka or something else equally wrong, he was getting that pen in his jugular.

[dream_bigger_darling]

Really, Eames would be impressed with that level of adaptability. It was something he might have done, given that he couldn't simple wish up some of his favorite toys. He simply nodded to Arthur's request, sliding into one of the cushioned seats at the bar and waving the two chips at the bar tender to get his attention.

"Whiskey sour for myself, and a double bourbon for my friend here," he motioned to Arthur, placing on his sweetest smile for the server, just enough of his eyes hooded to suggest a pleasant sort of drunk without being sloppy.

The drinks appeared quickly, the bar tender smiling at Eames and dismissing him as another casino-goer out for a good time. Nothing to see here, nothing to comment on or pay attention to. Perfect.

He pushed the bourbon to Arthur, taking his own and sitting back, sipping slowly. Arthur's move now.