( MEMES ) TEST DRIVE >> 8

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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. 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.

Comments

[stylistic_disloyalty]

Really, it's not so terrible. After all, she'd made it all the way to 17 being powerless, essentially. But there had always been delight in watching those Catholic fanatics try to pump her full of lead and letting the bullets just burst into flame before they hit. Was she even who she was supposed to be without her power? How could she inspire without it?

"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.

[deathsadorablehandmaid]

Aradia has to laugh at that one. Her laugh is high-pitched, slightly maniacal, and probably shouldn't last for that long.

"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."

[stylistic_disloyalty]

Luci waits.

And silently judges.

Because wow kid. Wow.

"First one, huh? And how many times have you died so far?"

[deathsadorablehandmaid]

Aradia does a quick finger-count to make sure she's got the number right.

"Three. Third time really was the charm! I'm feeling more alive than I ever felt in years."

That's normal, right?

[stylistic_disloyalty]

"Lucky number three. Everything comes in threes, right? Parts of deities, celebrity deaths, poison ivy..."

Everyone else, Luci's pretty sure, has only experienced one death. Except for her and this kid. "What was your name again?"

[deathsadorablehandmaid]

"You could call it luck, or you could call it fate. My deaths were set in stone long before I even began my existence."

Silly her! Aradia's gone this long without sharing her name. How rude. "My name is Aradia," she replies. "What's yours?"

[stylistic_disloyalty]

"I guess your calendar is pretty complicated then. Horn polishing Tuesday, dry cleaning Thursday, can't go to Sam's birthday next Wednesday though, I'm dying early Monday."

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.

[deathsadorablehandmaid]

"Ooooh, I don't think I've died on a Monday. That's probably a good thing, everyone hates Mondays."

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!