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( MEMES ) TEST DRIVE >> 8
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. Bifrons Annual Gala. All the creme de la creme--and the Immune--are invited to the Bifrons annual gala, filled with food (real meat!) and drink (sunshine in a glass!) and expensive clothing you could want. Do you have anything to wear? Are you going to use this opportunity to schmooze, to sneak around to find some answers while everyone is distracted, or be an awkward wallflower? Or scoff at home about how everyone is so concerned with these silly events instead of cures?
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. Down with the Sickness. Something's going around. Is it a cold? The flu? Something worse? Are you immune to it, or just lucky? Are you sitting in a hospital waiting room, hoping to get seen, or just holed up in bed with the sniffles? Someone should bring you some soup and keep you company! Or complain with you.
5. Sewer Run. There's something (or somethings) lurking beneath the streets of Proles. You and other lucky people have been picked out, given a gun and a flashlight, and told good luck. What do you find down there? What finds you? Was that a cot and some discarded tablets in that alcove?
6. Outside the Dome. You're out and about without an armed escort, suited up against the atmosphere and dysthropes. Nothing could possibly go wrong...until it does. Was that a dysthrope moving...or a person?
7. WILDCARD. Choose your own adventure or create a cocktail from the presented options! The choice is YOURS.
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There was a gathering of supplies, watching the video, an itching at her brain she kept trying to scratch--something like...surgery, her hair draped down in front of her, facing the floor. Pressure, but pain, no, no pain--
Also wasn't the first time she'd had something unfamiliar and metal stuck on her, but at least that she could rip off. Ports embedded into her back...worrisome. She waited, for a time, at first patiently, in case someone was to come. It allowed her to fully wake up and take stock in what she was given. Novelties, it seemed. Things that had meaning to her, but nothing useful as a weapon straight up. Nothing that seemed actually hers. Memory reading? Exactly what she needed, more mental invasion. And she hadn't been able to fight this time.
At last, she gathered herself up. Out the door. She hadn't broken the glass, no, but she had broken apart one of her novelties, jagged edges a hopeful deterrent. Not enough, however, to protect her from a surprise attack from behind.
She did not drop her makeshift weapon, only clutching it tighter. "You aren't going to kill me," she intoned, trying to keep the panic down. "So you might as well drop the threat." She was betting on a guard, a captor, although a fellow escapee worked just as well.
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Because she could lie to her. Anyone could lie. Wanda herself, though not spectacular at it, was, in fact, capable of falsehood. After Strucker and his assistants, she thought she was pretty good at telling liars apart from others, but it was possible she might miss something. And they'd taken her powers from her. Powers she'd suffered to get. Powers that had made her able to take revenge for what had been done to her.
"Who are you?"
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