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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.

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Kirk wished he could say this sort of thing was out of the ordinary for him, but a life in Luceti had made it - not run of the mill, but not all that surprising either. There had been a moment of shock, then resignation, followed quickly by determination. This might not be his home planet, but it was home for now, and regardless of his own feelings people being kidnapped and dragged down to who knows what wasn't exactly something he could let slide.

He grabbed his guns and headed to the meeting place, looking around at the gathered faces - some nervous, some looking confident, most just looking grim. Extermination, they said. That's what this was. Extermination and rescue. It left a bad taste in his mouth, personally.

He found a space to stand near Oliver, nodding his head to him. "You must be a new Immune," he commented, since only Immune were allowed on this mission. It was to great a risk for a Native. He turned to hold out his hand to him. "Jim Kirk."

It wasn't really out of the ordinary for Oliver either, if the part about how he and the people around him were selected for whatever this mission was wasn't counted. But even that wasn't too much of a stretch. Amanda Waller wasn't the kind of person to ask someone to do something, after all.

While he waited with the rest, Oliver had his gun out and was closely examining it, not because he needed to, but because it was simply something to do. When Kirk came up to stand nearby, he looked up from his examining with a nod. "Is that what it's called?" He was still working on picking up the local terminology, such as it was. Lowering the gun and shifting it to his other hand so that he could shake Kirk's, Oliver grasped the man's hand firmly and shook it. "Oliver Queen."

The niceties having been observed, Oliver added a question on top of the introduction, "Have you done anything like this before?" Either here, or in general, Oliver wasn't going to be picky. Conversation was conversation.

Kirk almost felt sorry for Oliver, having to use Bifrons issued tech. It wasn't exactly quality stuff - because why give the people meant to save you things that they could count on to work and actually kill the threat? Right? No one ever said Bifrons had the greatest of logic, but then they were also kidnapping people across time and space. He hoped Ollie was good at improvising - or running. Running was probably going to have to be a thing down there.

"Nice to meet you," he said, squeezing back with an officer's grip and nodding his head. "You mean been sent on a suicide mission? Yeah, once or twice, though this is my first time doing it here. What about you?"

A gun was a gun, quality or not. As long as he could point it and shoot, he didn't care where the gun came from or how it was made. And, well, as long as it didn't fall apart mid-shoot, that was good too.

"The sent part is open to interpretation, but I've done things like this before." It wasn't exactly the same as what Oliver used to do as the Arrow, or what he did as ordered by Ra's al'Ghul, but the basic concept of a mission or an assignment was the same, even if the scope of it varied. "What I'd like to know is exactly who is calling the shots here and why they need us to do the work for them."

Well, you'd think that, until it locked up in you down in the sewers with a six foot creature wanting to eat you alive came barreling down at you. And then a gun was not a gun, it was a useless piece of junk unless it could fire. But semantics.

"Because we're Immune," Kirk said mildly, having had more time to absorb what one might rightly deem nonsense if it weren't so terribly real. "It means that those things down there can't infect us with whatever strain of Dystrophy they have, just kill us. Up to you which is worse."

Personally, Oliver would rather have a bow than a gun, not that either of those would be of much use if a six foot creature was barreling towards him. But still, semantics.

"Oh, yeah. Immune." He kept forgetting about that, either accidentally or on purpose. The whole thing reminded him a little too much of what had almost happened to Starling City, even if the situation was just slightly different. "That's reassuring, though." Except it wasn't, not really.

"No, it's not," he shook his head, knowing how the other felt, at least able to guess what ran through the newbies' heads. They were the ones that ran through all their minds, without fail. They came about differently, the questions, but they all came. "I mean, none of us really have proof of it."

Off hand, but they were a warning as much as anything. They had no idea if Bifrons was telling the truth, and up to this point Kirk had never had opportunity to test the theory. Not that he wanted to try.

"Here's hoping that they give us a hazard bonus."

"Okay, so maybe it isn't, but I've learned that in situations like this, sometimes a little wishful thinking has some merit." Other people might not agree with his way of thinking, but that was also something he was used to. "No one's tested it somehow? I mean, I guess I could see why no one would want to, but at least then we'd know."

He rolled his eyes at that hazard bonus comment; no, he hadn't been around for very long, but he was already forming a not-so-good opinion of the people in charge here. "A hazard bonus won't do anyone much good if they're dead. And between you and me, whatever this thing is, I'm not feeling too confident that there's very many security measures set up." If there are any in place at all.

"Heh, I never look down on wishful thinking. It's a great way to keep the spirits up," he shook his head. Kirk was the eternal optimist, after all. Wishful thinking was practically his bread and butter, though he liked to turn wishing into a reality. "Yeah, you want to risk it not being a real status and ending up a twisted zombie?" He certainly didn't, though he was as confident as the next person that he was actually Immune, otherwise why bother bringing them?

"If there were, I doubt we'd be having to go in now," he snorted. "We'll just have to make sure we leave some behind, if it comes to that."

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Sewer Run

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