( 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.

Comments

Harry Lockhart - Kiss Kiss Bang Bang - 4

[canisayfuckmore]

Hey so, anyone else getting this weird shit coming up on their screens? Messages and shit. Like a whole bunch of people butt-texting me at the same time.

[whatmatters]

It used to be called pocket dialing. [So dry. A pause.] I'm seeing them too.

[canisayfuckmore]

Potato potahto.

So it's not just me, huh? Well good, thought I was going crazy for a minute. They just, come up and then, poof, gone.

You, uh, make out any words?

[whatmatters]

'Class,' 'extract,' and 'doom,' but it's equally possible that they were entirely random patterns as that they actually mean something.

[canisayfuckmore]

Doom seems to be, uh. Kinda recurring.

You know, this? This isn't giving me a very good feeling. The Opposite, in fact. Bad feeling, right here. I mean, who fucking does this. Creepy fucking texting at all hours? It's not fucking okay.

[whatmatters]

Why don't you turn your glasses off?

[canisayfuckmore]

What, and miss the fucking texts of doom? Huh, What about when the apocalypse comes? Do I want to be fucking lying in bed pound-

Uh, that's, uh, I mean.

Anyway. Whatever. You gotta keep track of this shit, is what I mean.

Fuck.

[whatmatters]

[So unimpressed.]

You'd rather be obsessing over the text messages than having sex?

[canisayfuckmore]

That wasn't what I. Fuck. Are you even-

How old are you? I'm not fucking, I'm not going down for corrupting a minor. We're not talking about this.

Texting. We were talking about evil creepy fucking texting.

[whatmatters]

Okay.

Have you tried replying?

[canisayfuckmore]

Replying? Of course I-

[blink]

Okay no. No I haven't. Have you?

[whatmatters]

No. I don't know if it's worth the risk.

[canisayfuckmore]

[There's a short pause as he psychs himself up, then in an explosion of energy...] Gotta start somewhere right? Ookay, let's do this.

[Navigating to the most recent text.]

Blah blah doom, blah blah. Right, what do we want to say back?

[whatmatters]

You're really going to try?

[A pause.] Ask what they want or who they are.

[canisayfuckmore]

Yeah. [Scrubs his hand over his face and attempts, fails, to crack his knuckles.] Yeah.

Okay. Who... the fuck... are you...

Send.

[whatmatters]

That might not be the best way to ask a stranger.

omg

[fe_male]

Nope, that's definitely only happening to you.

:)

[canisayfuckmore]

What, are you sure? I fucking... this kit, man.

[He takes off the glasses and taps them against the table in the time honoured tradition of hit it until it fixes itself. In so doing, he manages to give a quick video shot of his face, before putting them back on.]

[fe_male]

[ woah woah okay trolling over what was that ]

Okay one, wow that's worse than Cloverfield. Two, do it again?

[canisayfuckmore]

Do what again? This?

[He does it again, but this time only turning the glasses halfway, Tony gets a lovely view of the desktop and blank wall before the glasses are back on Harry's face.]

Did it work? You got one of the, message things? The fuck is up with that, huh? It's weird right? It's fucking weird.

[fe_male]

[ oh come on, dude ]

Yeah been getting them all morning, weird here's pretty relative, there a mirror near you?

[ that's actually mostly said like there's no punctuation at all. more or less. tony's own video was of him working, but hey guess what's stopped now. ] Cause, uh, we might have something more interesting to talk about.

[canisayfuckmore]

Yeah well, like - huh? A mirror? Yeah okay. [He stands up, shaky cam as he crosses the room, talking as he goes.] What, it's mirror writing or something?

[And okay, that sentence collision/unconcern for grammar is weirdly familiar, but...]

Yeah? Like what? [Still mostly unconcerned, Harry steps up in front of the mirror, and after a pause executes an awkward wave.]

[fe_male]

[ for a second tony doesn't get the connection bet--- oh, the garbled writing, mirrored writing, yeah sure okay. that.. yeah that isn't -- well. it's. something but tony's brain is just like. man, so focused he's practically got laser beams coming out of his eyes. (no, no.. he doesn't.) this has literally all of his attention. very few things dooohholy shit.

squinting, lots of squinting. mind, fast, going, and -- oh, he's waving, it's probably been a while since tony said anything. but just, uh, wow. he rubs his eyes a little bit, so his video feed goes dark for a second, which is weird, sort of, since. the video's on the glasses right?

but he's turned to look at something else and now he's looking at a mirror nearby on the table of his workshop. weirdly not wearing glasses though, but, flipping back and forth between looking at himself so this guy can see him, and looking at... this guy. ]

I was sort of thinking... This.

[canisayfuckmore]

[Harry gets it when the video feed he was getting flips to the reflection of Tony.]

Wait, do that aga- Holy. Fucking. Shit.

[He's actually speechless. This is not an event that happens often. Make a fucking note in your fucking calender.]

What the fuck? What the fucking fuck? Are you fucking kidding me right now?

[fe_male]

That's what I want to know. [ i mean, he's seen doubles of some other people here so far, even seen literal doubles of the same person let a lone the same face - hell, the previous callsign alpha looked just like he did. tony's just not seen any immune come in with his face. ]

Guessing not. Who're you?