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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.
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[He doesn't know a lot about Kirk's life back in his world. But he knew enough to know that the last time Kirk had returned to the village from his world, he'd been escaping his own death.
Leaning against the bar, he makes to stand. Despite being shaky, he manages to maintain his balance as he steps away from the bar.]
I think I've had enough for today. You promised to get me home?
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Aye. Let us see you home.
[ Tis not so crowded in the bar as to make the way out difficult, nor are the streets so hard pressed for space that they cannot breathe. ]
If you do not mind riding behind me, I've a motorcycle.
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Thanks.
[He tries not to lean too much into Thor's hand, determined to walk out on his own. He makes it outside without stumbling, an accomplishment.]
A motorcycle, huh? I haven't seen one of them in awhile.
[He truly misses his motorcycle from home.]
You'll have to tell me where you got yours.
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[ By all appearances it does seem like any other cycle that Steve has seen- save a distinct lack of wheels. It hovers in place, inert and waiting for Thor's instruction. He assists Steve onto the back before mounting up, the engine thrumming as soon as his hands meet the handlebars. ]
It cost quite a bit- but I have found it a worthwhile investment.
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He allows Thor to assist him on and watches in fascination as engine starts up once Thor touches the handlebars. He wraps an arm around his teammate's waist to steady himself.]
Does that garage have anything with wheels? Or are they all like this?
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[ The roads are not designed for a horse- he must make do with what he has available, though he does not find the bike displeasing.
THe streets are empty when he starts the drive home, not so late that the bars have let out the crowds or so early that everyone has yet to find their bar of choice. It makes the trip a brief one. ]