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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.
Luci + The Wicked and The Divine
"G-O-D, this coffee sucks."
Luci grimaces into the cup as though she expects letters to appear in it, detailing exactly what fake abominations had been combined to create the thing resembling her double-shot. She sees no such horror, but it seems like the right thing to do. She sets the cup back down to begin mental preparation for her next sip-- if Proles really is as separated from the Pantheon, from... everything, she's going to have to get used to the coffee, the cigarettes, the strange narcotics, the ports...
She picks up the cup and looks into it again. "My kingdom for a Starbucks."
[Bifrons Gala]
Usually parties were great places to spend time. Plenty of booze, drugs if you knew the right people, bad decisions everywhere, lying to just about everybody because hey-- who'd remember the next day, honestly?
But damn, this one is boring. Luci can't even enjoy lying because most of the rich fucks are doing it too, and badly. It's like watching a 13-year-old internet troll take on Anonymous, only she's the one doing the doxxing after looking up a Facebook page set to Public.
She checks her watch as she stands on the outskirts of the party, a glass of whiskey in one hand. What were the odds of her hearing something interesting before they closed up the buffet and started throwing everybody out?
gala!
"Hello," Aradia greets, moving next to the lady. "I wouldn't look at your watch if I were you. Time does funny things when you're bored." She finishes her introduction with a toothy grin. Perfect. Now Aradia knows she's being helpful.
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"So I hear. Someone told me it has the tendency to stand dead still if you look too hard at it."
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"If you really wanted time to go faster, you could just ask nicely." Aradia shrugs. "But why would you? Look at all the different people." She points at one of the guests. "See that guy? He's been chasing after the big man in the armor all night. Doesn't know that armor guy's got a girlfriend who could rip him apart! Soon, he'll make his move, and then chaos."
There's a certain satisfaction in watching things fall apart, tangible or not.
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Ha.
"That's the last thing I want to do, kid," Luci says with a wry smirk, and pats her jacket for her fake-ass cigarettes.
"Really?" Luci looks, interested, at the aforementioned guy, raising her eyebrows and sticking a synthetic smoke into her teeth. "'Ow ya 'igure 'at?" she asks while looking for her lighter. She'd had to start carrying the damn thing after figuring out she had zero firepower, and sometimes she still forgot it in all her other jacket pockets.
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Aradia's had years to hone her observational skills. Seems like this woman hasn't put the same amount of time into it.
"Of course, if you're really, really bored you can always make your own fun."
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Luci watches the man some more, contemplating. Is he really gonna go for it? Is he that oblivious and will the girlfriend really get that mad? If she knew the players, she'd know how the game was going to go. No wonder she usually just stuck to the Pantheon and let other mortals just do their thing.
She considers that for a moment and shrugs. "Maybe some other time. I'm not really equipped for it at the moment."
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Not equipped? That's a funny way to put it. "Were you stripped of any powers you might have had when you came here?"
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"Got it in one," Luci twirled the cigarette around her fingers instead of smoking it. One way to feed a nervous habit. "I could've lit this thing minutes ago if I hadn't forgotten my lighter."
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"Somehow, I think rolling into Bifrons to make them pay when I have nothing up my sleeves is ill-advised." Look at her being all reasonable and stuff-- Ammy would be proud.
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"Oh, I'd never just roll into Bifrons. That would be suicide! The first death was bad enough. No, what's far more effective is learning about their past, their secrets, and then using it against them. That's definitely something up one's sleeve."
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And silently judges.
Because wow kid. Wow.
"First one, huh? And how many times have you died so far?"
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"Three. Third time really was the charm! I'm feeling more alive than I ever felt in years."
That's normal, right?
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Everyone else, Luci's pretty sure, has only experienced one death. Except for her and this kid. "What was your name again?"
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Silly her! Aradia's gone this long without sharing her name. How rude. "My name is Aradia," she replies. "What's yours?"
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It isn't unlike her situation, though. Loved, hated, dead within two years. When and how, though, that was always the variable wasn't it?
"Call me Luci, everybody else does."
Unless they guessed her name.
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Luci. That's a nice name. It reminds her of something, something the kids told her about, but Aradis can't quite remember what. Oh well. Must not be that important.
"Also, what's dry cleaning?" As a maid, Aradia needs to be on top of all the new techniques. You can clean without water? Amazing!