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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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"Is it all right if I bring you to my place so you're somewhere inside? I'll lend you...something. All men at the house, I'm afraid, and the other two are larger than I am." Unless North kept anything of Theta's. "Cup of tea and some food while we wait for Whiskey to come look at your back, does that sound good?"
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Men are okay. This one is okay, she thinks. Can't smile right, but neither can she. "No masks?" She has to check. Can't go back to the doctor's masks and the lab coats and the rubber gloves. Same stuff as balloons, except they don't fly away.
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So it's probably a very good thing he wasn't out with his holographic face today, to blend in and disappear with the crowd. "You'll get to make everyone out. No hiding."
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River stands, still holding the tablecloth close. Underneath the cacophony of sounds and stimulus and emotion that she can't ignore there's a rational part that tells her this is all she's got now. Gotta go along, at least for now. She can run if she finds out he's lying.
"Who's Whiskey?" Has to check. Strange-smile man--Malcom--might be putting his trust in the wrong people. She did that, once, probably. It's harder to pick apart the older memories.