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( MEMES ) TEST DRIVE >> 7
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.
Agent South Dakota
[It's a simple glitch, but poignant. If the glasses get bumped just right, they've been recording snippets of video, and release to the network as a compilation once a full minute has been reached.
In South's case it starts usually after she drops them on a table or window sill or other hard surface; the feed cuts in with some static to show her continuing her live oblivious to her mechanical spy.
They're usually quick bits, but represent a full day for her; morning weapon field strip and cleaning. Lunch; meager, picked at without enthusiasm. Afternoon jog, drops glasses, which are picked up by a stranger who calls after her. She seems startled by the interaction. Dinner; wine and cigarettes. Rooftop. ]
7
Fight Club.
South dominates. She's back under her previous pseudonym, Badlads Brawler, and has become known for her ruthless fighting style which boasts a greater venom than her previous rounds. She's in the ring, white bandages on her hands stained with sweat and blood, ready for the next contender. Are you there to watch? Bet? Or possibly attempt to throw your fists against hers?
4, texttext from Lingormr
Nice bra, by the way.
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like what you see? also call me 'honey bun' one more time and i will hunt you down and castrate you myself.
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1) You'd have to find me first.
2) I'd have to have testicles for you to remove with your sweet little ladyhands.
No wonder you're so popular at parties. :)
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2) sure I can find something comparable
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Have fun trying. <3
text/encryption - strong
how do you know my brother you better start dropping some fucking facts because I will find you and I will eviscerate you
[In fact why wait she's going to start trying to crack his feed now]
encryption - god-like
Catch more flies with honey than vinegar blah blah blah.
Look honey, if you knew anything about computers you'd:
A) Already have your brother's contact address.
B) Not be even bothering to fuck with my security. Really, it's embarrassing to watch.
encryption - fuck you
kill more flies with bullets
a) who says i don't?
b) fuck you i'll find you somehow
7
Their last fight had been interrupted by North stepping in and taking over. This time, he isn't here to protect his sister. She cracks her knuckles as she pushes her way through the crowd and stands opposite of South.
"I didn't think this was your scene."
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It's negligible, and easily dismissed and justifiable. Maybe she had seen her out of armor once or twice in the Project, and just didn't remember it? Either way, she knows that all the time and all the practice int he world could not make them matched opponents, but at this point in her life she's not about to let that show.
Instead, she rolls her shoulders and goes about adjusting her hand wraps. "I made it my scene, and I don't appreciate having you encroach on it."
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Tex has had time to accommodate herself to her human body, to build it up to the strength it should be rather than the weak state it had been in when she first arrived. This fight is one she's confident in and even while she's goading South, she's tensed and ready should the other woman come charging.
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Fortunately she had a few other cards up her sleeve. She makes her way over to Tex, a slow, calculated saunter, looking her up and down.
"I'm not running, but I'm not stupid. I don't want to fight you but I will if I have to. So today can go one of two ways. One, we have a nice little chat and leave it there, you turn your ass around and get out of my face. Or two, we fight, you win, and I pull out all the stops in making your life miserable. And before you think I'm not capable, just remind yourself I have nothing to lose."
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"You think you can make my life miserable? And how do you think you can do that?" Nothing to lose or not, Tex has a hard time imagining South being more than a tiny thorn in her side.
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She doesn't like this feeling. Of being out of control, of having Texas in her element, of knowing she was no match. Maybe she could make her life hell just for showing up? She had her ways, of course, and she had her motive. Don't think that just because she left with her brother means she at all sides with you, Tex.
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"Chat. For now," she finally answers. "We can save the friendly match for later."
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This is her scene. And for now, as however long it lasts, she'll keep it.
There's a simple couch setup in the corner, a couple of crates offering table space or, as South demonstrates, footerests as she gets herself settled. It's not easy, keeping up this kind of mask against Texas, but hopefully it would serve its purpose and keep the other Freelancer off her back.
"So. Talk."
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When they reach the couch, she glances around at the set up for a moment before taking a seat on the other end.
"This is where you spend your time?"
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Okay, not entirely true. She did feel more accepted here than in Freelancer, but she didn't trust it. It went as far as her fighting capabilities and determination to keep it running and out of the cop's hands. If she failed she'd be out on the street in pretty quick order. Sure, she'd lost a fight here and there, but she'd never been annihilated. Not yet.
"You come out here to find me, or to have a good time?"
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"I wanted to fight some new opponents for a change, thought this would be the place to do it."
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It's more than a few reasons, although it's no secret Texas has nailed one of them. Too many reasons why she shouldn't fight.
"So sorry to burst your fucking bubble, but that's how shit's going to go down."
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Despite York's attempts to have them band together once upon a time. She remembers that clearly and things hadn't seemed to click the way he had anticipated. For the best, in Tex's opinions.