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( MEMES ) TEST DRIVE >> 002.
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!
castiel | supernatural | prompt + ota
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 >:]
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. ]
SIGH COMPLICATIONS
Now, aimlessly standing in the center of yet another corridor, the voice he hears sends a familiar jerk through his body. Clarence. He turns. Meg. There's a slight twitch of his mouth as if he would like to smile, but it's not quite there. Not now. He ignores the comment and goes straight for the heart of the matter here.]
You survived. [ She'd been the diversion, allowed them access to SucroCorp. He squints. ] How?
only the best kind :>
Survived what? The never ending boredom? Spend a few years in Hell, this place is like a vacation. [ There's a pause and she rolls her eyes. ] If vacations weren't fun.
[ Look, she's even thrown off her snark game. That just won't do. Her gaze roams over him, taking in the differences - lack of glazed look in his eyes, the stiff way he holds himself, that trench coat that's clearly seen better days.
Something's not ringing just right. ]
You get some of that angel juice back or something?
chrome ate this reply five million times 8(
You don't remember. [ Or, if the thought had occurred to him, she's never experienced it. Yet, it doesn't, and his mouth scrunches. ] There were... unexpected complications. The Leviathan had to be stopped, and we had little choice in the matter.
[ Except the side effects had been impossible to judge, and he'd spent an uncalculated amount of time in Purgatory because of it. Castiel pulls his gaze from her to look at his hands, flexing his fingers and turning them over so that his palms are exposed. ]
Something, yes. [ It's quiet as he stares at them. ] It's interfering with my grace. I can't access it.
chrome is the rudest :|
This is feeling a little too off for Meg's liking, and she crosses her arms, looking at him through narrowed eyes.
Obviously not the stoner she met when she arrived. ]
I'm thinking we've got ourselves a little bit of The Parent Trap going on here. [ Her eyebrow raises just a hair as she starts, putting aside the question of what the hell a Leviathan is for later. ] See, ran into you when I first landed in this place. There was some body switching going on, and you were trapped inside a teenage girl. Ring any bells?
[ She's gonna bet that's a big fat 'no'. ]
it seriously hates me :c
Briefly, though, the memory of Claire Novak wells up. It's immediately stamped down as quickly as it arises. ]
I wasn't trapped inside anyone. Are you certain it was me?
[ Not of that particular description anyhow. If Jimmy's daughter is running around, it will certainly make things... awkward. ]
no subject
[ Making things clear? Nah, really she prefers muddling them. And when she says the part about his body, there's something in her voice. A slight emphasis, a reminder that neither of them actually own these bodies they are occupying. Naturally, not something he needs to be reminded of. ]
Looks like you take a turn for the Hunter Thompson sometime in the future. According to you, which I guess is a good authority to go on.
[ She's more than happy to point him to his very crabby, detoxing clone if he doesn't believe her. ]
sparkles
...Besides, maybe there's a small part of her that's hoping that a familiar face will walk out of one of those doors one day.
Finally, it happens. All she can see is dark hair and the back of a tan trenchcoat, but she'd recognise him anywhere. If River took a moment to think, she'd recognise the likelihood that he remembered her is slim to none. None of the other familiar faces around here know the details of that strange place she'd spent almost half a year trying to escape. No one else knew what she meant when she said Wonderland, but River is lonely. She misses her old friends, misses the familiarity of people she knows, and it's that she's thinking of more than logical probability when she shoves herself up off her position on the floor.
It's easy enough to weave in and out of the people in the hallway, and she doesn't actually say hello to Castiel. Instead she just sort of...springs herself on him, arms shoving between Castiel's and wrapping around his waist to pull him in a tight hug from behind.]
The angel catches up, finally. You're late.
oh noooo :c
Castiel remains rigid, but his fingers loosen. Glancing down, even his strength appears to be affected; there's barely a mark on her skin. ]
I wasn't aware you were expecting me. [ It's soft and rather complacent despite the wild confusion he feels standing there with someone attached to him in a way that expresses affection. Yes, that seems the correct assumption to have. ] Who are you?
[ With that solitary question, a thousand others take their place. Why? How long? Who is responsible for this? Castiel tries to approximate her age, from her voice and height, but it's clouded. He frowns. ]
no subject
He's moving today. Moving because Lyida thought it'd be a good idea to detox his body like that. It sucked. It still sucks. Everything hurts and he feels sick still. It's only been a few days since she started her force detox when she had control his body. She flushes his drugs and shaved his face. He's got a stubble, but it's not what he had before which was glorious. Stupid girl. She didn't know the first thing about Cas. All she understood were her own needs. He took good care of her body and she let his go through this.
There's a frown when he spots the familiar shoulders of--himself. He's ahead of him and it's kind of weird. At first he's not even sure he buys this. This could be some sorta weird Sanctum fuck up. They did shit like this all the time. His approach his slow and he honestly can't resist. He touches his shoulder and spins Castiel around to look at him. His head tilts back and his eyes go wide. ] Whoa. What makes this moment even weirder is that I'm totally sober right now.
no subject
You... [ With those eyes wide and the cadence of his words, his first thought feels as impossible as it is real. Jimmy? No. There's something beyond that, something Castiel can almost recognize beneath the exterior, and he instantly releases him, taking a step back. ] You are me.
[ Some strange alternate version who carries himself completely different, who is hardly familiar even to Castiel, and it makes him wonder how long he's been like this. ]
What happened to you?