( 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

Erik Lehnsherr - X-men (FC and DoFP)

[alreadybetter]

Erik is sitting very carefully upright. His elbows tucked in at his sides, his spine straight. He is in control. He is. Because if he weren't... if he weren't...

He's in a cell. They have him in a cell and they've cut into his back. They've cut into him and he can feel the metal there inside his spine where they cut into him inside his flesh where they cut -

He reaches out and picks up the glasses. His hand shakes, the glasses bend, the metal frames distorting under his fingers. Erik lets his breath out from between his teeth. Smooth, slow. The frames inch back into their correct shape and he puts them on, the view from the lenses swirling round as the camera turns.

He says nothing, makes no move to communicate, just sits there, still, silent and full of banked hatred.


[ooc: If crazy angry Erik is a tough sell, I'm happy to do any of the other scenarios instead!]

[Voice]

[tearmeanewone]

[Elizabeth watches the long stretch of silence for a moment.]

Did you need any help?

[alreadybetter]

That depends... on what exactly I am required to do.

[Voice]

[tearmeanewone]

Well, I guess if I worked for Bifrons, I'd say you were required to assist in finding a cure for dystrophy. But seeing as I'm an Immune like you are, I say you're not required to do anything. Except maybe leave the lab, but that's more of a suggestion than anything else.

[Voice]

[alreadybetter]

In my experience, suggestions are rarely just that. [A small flick of his head, like shaking off a memory.]

Tell me about Bifrons.

[Voice]

[tearmeanewone]

In this case, it's an honest suggestion. The extent of my influence over you right now is an audio file being played by your glasses. If you want to stay in the lab, be my guest, but you do have assigned housing.

Bifrons is the company that runs Project Immunis-- which you seem to be the most recent victim of. They take people from their various timelines because there's something genetic about us that means we're resistant to the dystrophy disease. So they want us to assist in finding a cure for it via our cooperation. Bifrons is much bigger than that, though. They have their fingers in just about everything. Technology, security, media, prisons...

Voice

[venenatis]

[ Low and for the first time in her service- wary, Juliett murmurs. ]

You must be our latest addition.

[alreadybetter]

[He inclines his head slightly.]

Looks like.

Voice

[venenatis]

Monsieur- you are aware you're free to leave the room you wake in, yes?

[alreadybetter]

Free. I'm free to leave am I?

And what if I want to leave, this room. This place. What if I want to leave all together?

[He leans in.]

Tell me, am I still free?

[venenatis]

The room, certainly. The Dome? If you truly wish to do so there are ways- but there is precious little beyond it save death. Leaving Zeus? Is impossible, unfortunately. Else we would not be here either.

[video]

[pain_train]

[Grin.]

Oh! I can do the scary face too.

[Grin goes away like she's flipped a switch and she puts her lieutenant face on. It's a very predatory look, one that says she's wondering what the other person's entrails must taste like.]

[video]

[alreadybetter]

Very intimidating. [Slight pause.] I'm sorry, should I be impressed?

[video]

[pain_train]

Maybe a little. It was better than yours.

[video]

[alreadybetter]

[A small incline of his head.] If you say so. [And after another pause.]

Was there anything else?

Re: [video]

[pain_train]

Was there actually a point to you doing it?

video;

[tohopeagain]

[Since he's not entirely certain where in his timeline Erik has been pulled from, Charles makes an effort to approach him cautiously.

And to hide his own bloody resentment, which is harder to do than he thought it might be. Still, it wouldn't be rightly fair if he was openly hostile to the Erik before the incident on the beach, now would it?

So, he supposes he can allow himself some measure of civility. For the moment.]

Hello Erik.

video;

[alreadybetter]

[OOC: can edit if you prefer, but here's a curveball :)]

[Erik's expression betrays a moment of shock. But not for the reason Charles might think.]

Do we know each other? How do you know my name?

[Says the not-yet-met Charles, still a Nazi hunter Erik.]

video;

[tohopeagain]

[ooc: Nah, this is totally okay.]

[Well now...this was unexpected, an Erik who didn't even know who he was, an Erik sometime before they had even met.

This made it harder to place the burdens of his own past on this Eirk.]

Yeah, we know each other, we've met before, but not in the same order as I was expecting.

video;

[alreadybetter]

[Erik frowns slightly.] If we'd met, I think I'd remember. You have me at a disadvantage, Mister...

video;

[tohopeagain]

Then I should tell you that this place has a tendency to draw people in from different points on their timeline. [And after hesitating briefly.] Charles Xavier. No mister required.

[faceofthe4]

I don't really know what you're going for, but you have got to lighten up.

[alreadybetter]

[Long silence.]

Do I.

[faceofthe4]

[He holds up one hand and uses the other to gesture at it.] Normally there'd be a little flame thing happening for you to get the joke, so if you just pretend.. [No? Okay.] The point is, we're all suffering the same thing. Those of us that had powers? We don't anymore. My guess is it's the Surfer, but if you have some other idea, I'm all ears.

[alreadybetter]

[Don't have powers? But he can feel the metal in his back, can't he? He has the intense urge to test his ability somehow, make sure it's all still there, that the glasses weren't an aberration, but he can't allow himself the luxury whilst still in conversation.]

The surfer? [He chooses to redirect.]