( 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

[ghostthatlingers]

So this is the route South wants to take. It's a little disappointing. She's not about to relax her stance, her opinion of South doesn't place the other woman above sneaking in a punch once defenses have been lowered. And threats? Don't settle well with her.

"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.

[team_player]

"Why ruin the surprise?" She shifts her weight and crosses her arms. "So. What's it going to be?"

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.

[ghostthatlingers]

She lets the question hang as her gaze casually looks South over. There's never been fond feelings between her and South, the other woman did enough in the Project to set Tex on edge and make her wary. Being here makes that no different.

"Chat. For now," she finally answers. "We can save the friendly match for later."

[team_player]

South nods, then makes a motion to one of her bouncers. There were disappointed moans from the crowd as she stepped out of the ring and motioned for Tex to follow. Another pair step in, the fight continues, but South is left to find a corner where they can 'chat' privately.

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."

[ghostthatlingers]

She's on her guard as she follows. This isn't her territory, the military base is, and while she knows she can take South, she doesn't like the feeling that the other woman has something of a following here. She doubts they know much about South beyond her skills in the ring.

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?"

[team_player]

"Some of it. Sometimes the cops try to shut us down so we have to be ready to bug out and lay low for a while, then I spend my time in other places." Which would explain the lack of permanent fixtures. She didn't need much to make it lucrative, though. "I got a real sense of community here, why would I spend my time anywhere else?"

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?"

[ghostthatlingers]

"I didn't even know you were here until five minutes ago," she admits. She's not sure she would have bothered with the place if she knew South was roaming it and a big name here. How much has the woman changed since they last spoke?

"I wanted to fight some new opponents for a change, thought this would be the place to do it."

[team_player]

"As if I'd expect you to do anything if you'd have found out sooner." She looks at Texas with narrowed eyes. Definitely no love lost here. "Fight who you wanna fight, I don't care. But this?" She points between the two of them. "--is never going to happen."

[ghostthatlingers]

She snorts. South isn't saying it explicitly, but Tex has a good enough idea of why the other woman doesn't want to fight. "Scared of getting your ass kicked in front of your friends? Or do you only prefer opponents you know you can beat?"

[team_player]

"I don't want to get entangled with goddamn Freelancers anymore, is what it's called."

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."

[ghostthatlingers]

"What does fighting me have to do with getting wrapped up in that mess again?" she asks with a snort. "We might be here, but that doesn't mean the project is."

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.