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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.
Cassandra Cillian - The Librarians
Oh! Oh dear! Ohhh dear!
[It's quietly muttered as she walks out of the room. That transmission? Freaky. Not as scary as having to worry about alternate timelines and all that Eve had mentioned.
She couldn't even remember how she'd gotten here. She couldn't remember that her mini clip-book had brought her here. At least she still had it. It was entirely blank, though, which was probably the scariest thing about all of this.
Even worse than the metal in her back. Because, well, she'd gone through a lot to get her first diagnosis. That? She could deal with. But being completely cut off from the others and her clip-book not working? Not cool.
Then, there was someone. Someone else.]
Oh! Hi! [Cassandra hurried over, trying to smile a little and giving a bit of a wave.] I'm Cassandra!
So... Um... Where am I supposed to go? I mean... This is really weird. I mean really weird, and I'm used to weird.
6.
Okay. You're okay. Just breathe.
[With the suit, she felt pretty safe, but that wasn't totally good enough. After all, there were zombies out there. Maybe they weren't called that, but they were totally zombies.
She really wished they'd given her some kind of weapon. Or a guardian. Librarians were supposed to have Guardians. Why couldn't she have one here?
But at least she wasn't alone. She had the person she was making the supply run with. So, she had someone to talk to, at least. And--]
I just saw something move.
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No Ponds, no Clara, nobody to put up a front for. Until bubbly, nervous Cassandra catches him. Then, after a moment of assessing her and the situation, he ticks a bit of a grin of his own, rubbing his hands together.]
That's all right, Cassandra; I'm the Doctor, and I'm used to plenty weirder than this. Hold on a tic--how'd you end up here? Clean room, odd pod, poor fellow explaining that we're supposed to be immune? Or was I just special?
...Granted, I am, but I don't want to gloat if that's the welcome they give everybody.
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[It's a long-shot, but it is possible. After all, they never knew about the Annex until Flynn showed them, and there were a ton of artifacts no one could prepare them for. So, it's very possible.
The rest of his questions and statements barely register. She hears them, understands them, but they can wait until other things are dealt with, first.]
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