( MEMES ) TEST DRIVE >> 002.

[contagio]

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.

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. What are you going to do?

2. Failed Upgrade. One of your upgrades is more wrong than right. How will you cope? What exactly is different? Who will help?

3. Mission outside the dome. You've come under fire. The strange things are coming towards you. Luckily, you have your suit, your teammates, and a lot of firepower. Or are you stranded on your own, looking for someone to come to the rescue? Perhaps you're the rescuer.

4.Infected Something bit you. Now you're turning into them, and all you can hear is a high-pitched squealing in your head, like a frequency you just can't quite hear. Do you tell your loved ones, or do you wait? Do you trust your doctor?

5. Military training Everyone's got to start somewhere. You're training the green folks, maybe you're one of the newcomers yourself. Maybe you haven't even touched a gun before in your life. Either way, you'd better start now.

6. Chance encounter makin' my way downtown walking fast, faces pass--you get the point. You bump into someone! Shopping, or strolling in a park? Maybe just lunch in a cafe?

7. Glory to the Network! Network post. Text with general queries, say what you have to say to the entirety of the whole city.

7. Wildcard: Whatever you want. Mix and match, switch and swatch, make something else up entirely!

Comments

jeff winger :: community

[ryanseacrest]

sally malik; being human US

[intangible]

katara; avatar: the last airbender

[inflecto]

The Third Doctor | Doctor Who

[gobybessie]

surprise me, or else

[could_be_dangerous]

castiel | supernatural | prompt + ota

[falteringly]

[ Even calm, he's alert.

It had been a blink—at least, it had felt like one. Now, he's taking in the stark interior with a quick roll of his eyes and examining his surroundings as methodically as possible. Almost like a nervous tick, pressing spread hands to the hospital gown he's wearing even as he settles on the monitor and the things beside it. Strange. He doesn't remember any of this. Immediately, he recognizes the folded up fabric of the trenchcoat and steps forward to take it, stilling when the screen comes to life and plays out the pre-recorded message.

The majority of it is absently catalogued, finding it oddly difficult to concentrate beyond the moment and what memories slowly trickle through. He'd ran. He'd abandoned Dean to keep him safe. With such a price on his head, his unforgiveable mistakes, it had been the most logical there. Purgatory.

This is not Purgatory.

He is sane. Or mostly sane. His state is a highly questionable one now.

Castiel grabs at the coat and shoves his arms through it, touching the dirty material and finding no comfort in it. He needs to understand this, learn the details as quickly as he's able. Possibly-- There's a pause, abruptly cold, and if the shiver is any indication, very cold. His eyes dropped close, feeling his grace present but far too distant. When he turns, tries to take flight, he nearly falls through the door and out the room instead. This is worrisome, dangerous. This is a problem. He takes a look at the hallway, the people beginning to fill the corridor as he stands carefully with arms limp at his sides.

what have you done?

He very well could have said that aloud, but he needs to move, doesn't acknowledge it at all. Even if he can't fly... Castiel pushes forward and doesn't look back. ]

guess who's from season six >:]

[unregenerate]

[ After he's had some time to figure out the who, what, where and why (when doesn't really matter, does it?), there's a chance he'll be running into a familiar demon.

Who isn't feeling exactly as demonic as she did before being tossed into a sci fi adventure featuring zombies, but that's neither here nor there. Damn place, messing her up and whisking away those abilities she relies on so heavily. Meg still gets a kick out of harassing people, goading them until they just explode at her or attack her. There's still something a little off, something that was there since she last encountered this angel and his bffs the Winchesters way back home.

Going off track here. She spots him in that familiar trench coat, and she just has to investigate. It's as simple as that.

See, the Castiel she's come into contact here has been a surprise. A drugged up, body switched surprise, and one she's been slightly amused by. Seeing that coat just begs for a comment. ]

Going back to your roots, Clarence?

[ She says this from behind him, on a random sidewalk in some random district. Meg doesn't really care about where she is specifically on any given day, she's gotten a chance to map out the place in her own special way. She knows she's near the lab where all the new kids come crawling out of, and there's a moment that she wonders why he's here of all places. ]

nyota uhura | star trek xii.

[polyglot]

7 ⚛ because i wrote a thing

[polyglot]

[ you know, in her first year of starfleet academy, she'd thought that learning vulcan was impossible. literally, impossible. she'd phoned home, packed her bags, booked the first shuttle home and just .. quit. and then she'd chanced a meeting with a professor on the way to the shuttle bay and things had just clicked and she'd slunk back to her bunk with all her stuff in tow, certain that this was the hardest thing she'd ever had to experience -- quitting and getting caught by someone she truly respected.

this was much harder. waking up in a strange place, abandoned by her crew (so she thought), alien tech in her back, unarmed (her phasers didn't work), without a working headset, no connection with the enterprise. in fact, the last thing she remembered was being on Earth. so it made no sense that she would be here.

taking a deep breath, she addressed the only headset she had that did work. ]

My name is Lieutenant Nyota Uhura. [ there is a slight pause as she translates her words to Klingon, the only race she could think that would take starfleet operatives. ] pongwIj 'oH Nyota Uhura.

I am looking for the rest of my crew from the Enterprise and information on our current coordinates, as well as the situation. If anyone could bring me up to speed, I'd appreciate it. vIlegh qaStaHvIS 'ej De' beq Qu'mey potlh Quv, Hoch law' ghu'. vaj jIHvaD Ha' speed nIbwI' vay', qatlho' vIneH.

[ she considers her words for a few moments, her face serious. is there anything she is missing? should she mention Spock specifically? no. best not. they will find her, no doubt, especially if the Captain has anything to say about it. instead she just bows her head. ]

Thank you. nuqneH.

dean winchester ; supernatural

[ganking]

you can never go wrong with a chance encounter, amirite?

[unregenerate]

[ It's hard to confuse that all too familiar lumberjack style with anyone but a Winchester. Which is what catches her attention in the first place - that and those bowed legs.

Meg spots him, making his way through District Three, but she stays back a bit. Following Dean is always a good time, with the added bonus of freaking him out when she does reveal herself.

She's sure he'll be pleased as punch to see her face again, or maybe he'll be throwing a punch at her face. She knows she's pretty excited herself, if only because Dean is one of her favorite victims. He doesn't back down, and he's just as quick with the sarcasm and snark as she is.

It's always fun hanging out with Dean Winchester. Never a dull moment.

When she decides to finally approach him, she just speeds up her pace a little, falling into step right beside him. She's looking up at him, entirely too entertained. ]

Looks like you could use a map, Dean. Want me to draw you one?

annabeth chase ❧ pjo/etc

[scrutinize]

mako mori ( pacific rim )

[retributed]

erica reyes ( teen wolf )

[seizured]

4

[waywardboy]

[Connor is moving at a half-stumble, half-crawl as he makes his way towards the lab facilities, one hand clapped over the side of his neck with a tell-tale flash of red seeping between his fingers.

That mission hadn't exactly gone as planned.

It's not like he's never seen zombies before. He's fought plenty, fought countless vampires, demons... just about everything that could be conjured up in any possible Hell, he'd seen, and yet these had still managed to get the drop on him.

He drops to his knees just a few feet off from the entrance, doubling over and letting out a pained grunt as that piercing squeal rings in his ears -- so much worse now that he realizes it's coming from inside his head. Pulling his hand away from the wound, he frowns as he examines it, bloodied as it is, gingerly touching his neck with his other hand. He's healing fast, like always, but if something got in...

Well. That doesn't mean much, does it?]

theon greyjoy | a song of ice & fire

[devilish]

emily senkov |❝ᴋɪʟᴏ❞| maybeNPC

[cucurri]

[ come at me bros ]

chuck hansen ( pacific rim | 63 )

[oceanfloor]

6

[afieldsmedal]

[ new arrivals are a thing. a common thing. something that happens every week, from what she's told. a big hunk of them were dropped off in the beginning and then slower, more and more of then trickled in. lydia'd been somewhere between the third and fourth wave from what she'd gathered thus far; just in time to miss the mission where everyone broke an arm or had their arm cut off, but not lucky enough to miss the mishap that had left her in the body of an ex-archangel who was detoxing for three days.

she's back to herself, now, though. and never realized how much she'd miss her breasts and peeing sitting down. it's truly magical, but she wouldn't gush openly about it in fear of sounding like stiles stilinski or someone equally as odd. instead she showers (a lot), and dresses in the best this place had seen fit to give her, and heads outside sans nasty google glasses knock offs, only to be greeted by a wash of newcomers.

literally. a wash. no flood of "help" or "have you seen so-and-so" posts to their network, but a good handful of people dressed in those white hospital gowns looking upset and confused. at first she smirks (it appeals to her superiority based humor), and then feels bad, and by the time the fifth person passes her (a girl; a young girl, not too much older than her), she feels compelled to be kind. this girl is also close enough to her on the sidewalk that she doesn't look like she's making a direct beeline for her, nor creepy or stalker-ish. ]

Lost? [ and she's actually reasonably concerned or at least will be until chuck opens her big fat mouth ]

grant ward ( agents of shield )

[specialism]

isabelle lahey | teen wolf ( au )

[figured]

Reianna | OC | wide open!

[bladedance]

Hannibal King | Blade 3 | OTA

[fuckme_sideways]

greatest dad who ever lived ( teen wolf )

[wariness]

[ As if life wasn't weird enough already... ]

slams in here first with a rebel yell. 6

[freaking]

[Stiles keeps his dad's badge on his nightstand. The clothes he came with never held much sentimental value, didn't really remind him of home--but three weeks here is long enough to feel settled in and deeply homesick at the same time, and for all that he wants to believe everyone who's told him his dad is okay...there's no guarantee, honestly.

He has nightmares about it almost every night.

Courier work with his arm in a cast and a sling sucks. Allison does the driving, most days, but on smaller jobs--jobs within his neighborhood in craptown, anyway--Stiles just walks it, puts the parcels in his backpack or under his functional arm and makes it work.

He's rounding a corner in District 4 when he basically collides with someone and it jostles his cast, one hell of a jolt of pain shooting up his arm.]

Ow, holy god-- [And then Stiles is shifting his attention from his sling to whoever he slammed into, and he nearly loses his balance entirely, eyes widening.]

Dad?

red | into the woods

[yourfault]

WE'RE GONNA DO THE THING | #5.

[newsclipping]

[ ben is old hat at guns.

at least, that's what he'd have everyone believe. because really, hunting witches and winning fair competitions since he was a child? (fourteen totally counts as a child, excuse you) pretty much equals an expert. an expert qualified enough to help others, at least. even if he's not used to handguns.

it's fine. it's a trigger. it's bullets. how hard can it be? ]

So, have you ever used one of these before?

[ said as he fumbles attempting to load the gun with ammunition. disaster incoming, eventually. ]

effy stonem | skins

[allures]

beth childs | orphan black

[clonecop]

( she is also totes post-suicide because i am horrible! )

vivian | blood & chocolate ( novel )

[untames]

Jo Harvelle || Supernatural

[twistedtoo]

han solo | star wars (au)

[kissmywookie]

clementine | the walking dead (game)

[baseballhat]