( MEMES ) TEST DRIVE >> 003.

[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.

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

Comments

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

"Well my mama always told me I was meant for great things." She'd also said he'd make a great father and great grandfather and there's nothing to prove those statements either. He'd made a decent husband. A decent father. It's not all that important anymore. Still.

Walking her somewhere she can sit comfortably would help.

"Is it the usual or is it nerve pain?" Not much he can do at a party with one hand helping her along and the other curled around a glass of beer, but he won't ever stop being a physician.

[cois]

"Simply the usual." She gives a faint smile at Whiskey's concern. "If it were anything worse, I would have left."

[sklent]

Natalia smiles as she takes the woman's. She was right; another Callsign.

"Natalia. I think the last name is still being debated between Whiskey and Delta. Would you like a seat?"

[cois]

Right, smiling. That's a thing you do when you're being polite. Quebec returns the smile. "I would, thank you."

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

"Ache right along the transitional seam?" He doesn't have anything for that but rest that he can recommend- but he does pull out a chair for her. "You've covered most everything vital anyway. This is just a party."

[sklent]

The ridiculous thing is that Natalia snaps her fingers at one of the security guards and it only takes a percentage of a second for him to hop to it, grabbing a pair of the folding chairs draped in red and setting them out for the two women.

Natalia gestures for Quebec to sit. "So, what do you do in our lovely city?"

[cois]

Quebec sighs and sits. "You know, in the old days they'd just put me in a wheelchair." Yes, Ariane, because everyone cares about history as much as you do. Go ahead and bore people with stories about 'the old days.'

[cois]

That is quite a ridiculous thing that has Quebec raising an eyebrow. She's from here, plays an important role in the city's infrastructure and they wouldn't do that at a snap of her fingers.

In any case, she sits. "I'm the archivist. I record significant events and keep track of our lovely city's history."

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

"Would you rather have one? I dunno how easy it'd be to get around the city without ramps...maybe we can talk to Stark and get you a hover chair that's maneuverable." Old fashioned as he is, he doesn't mind the romanticism of the past- especially medical trends of the past.

[sklent]

Natalia might not be Bridezilla but she is a woman who commands a certain amount of awe and fear in others as quickly as possible. These men have had to deal with her for a week and a half straight.

She's honestly slightly annoyed they hadn't gotten Quebec a seat to begin with.

"Interesting." No, really. She is very interested. "How much of your work is accessible to the public?"

[cois]

You see, this is why she likes doesn't mind you, Whiskey. You indulge her. She laughs at the thought of a hover chair, halfway through a sip of her wine. Wiping her mouth, she replies, "No, no. It's fine. I can manage with a few aches and pains."

Then, because it's just the two of them, and it's the polite thing to do, "I never really thanked you for giving me my new legs, after the accident."

[cois]

"All major events are public record," she answers. It's the company line, and it's mostly true, even if the actual percentage of the archive available to the public is more around 25%. That's part of her job, too, assessing what is and isn't appropriate or necessary for the public to know.

[sklent]

Hm. So that tells her a whole lotta nothing, really, but that's fine. Natalia gets it. It's the woman's job, but the decisions to begin with weren't hers; she'd have to go over Alpha's head to find that one. "Are weddings usually worth recording in person, however?"

[cois]

"They are when it's a coworker's." If she had declined the invitation, people would have said something. That's the real reason she came. Well, that and the archive room can be a little isolating after a while.

[sklent]

"That makes a little more sense." She smiles at Quebec again, taking a sip from her own glass. Raspberry vodka and juice. "I hope you're enjoying yourself, at least."

It doesn't seem like her type of shindig.

[cois]

Anything that could be described with the word 'shindig' isn't her kind of shindig. Sure, in her teens and twenties she'd gone to here share of wild and raucous parties, prize fights, raves, you name it. But after... everything? She just prefers to focus on work now.

"It was a very tasteful ceremony." When in doubt, change the subject.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

"You'll tell me if they start act'n up though, right?" It's a valid concern. Doesn't happen often, not anymore, but the worry is one that always sticks with him. "Golf designed them, I just performed the surgery. You wanted to walk. Like hell I was gonna keep that from you."

[sklent]

Natalia arched her eyebrows at that one, glancing around. Dark reds, browns, black. Tasteful, maybe, but that's the first time she's heard of it.

"Glad you think so."

[cois]

"Of course." She knows how capable he is, and respects him for it. "You're a good man, Whiskey. And an even better surgeon."

[cois]

Tasteful, not traditional. Quebec respects those who break from tradition.

She just sips her wine and crosses her artificial legs.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

"And you wonder why I think highly of myself." He rumbles out around a low laugh, settling next to her with his beer. "Someone's gotta keep everyone alive. It was my dad before me, his dad before him. S'our job."

[cois]

"Ah yes, the family tradition." Her father had been a pediatrician; her mother, a secretary. She wonders what they'd think of her now, a widow working for the city.

natasha romanoff ( the native au version )

[multitasking]

[ three ]

[ she's perhaps one of the few people who don't seem irritated to be outside of the dome. natasha thrives out here. maybe it's because she's spent so much time our here, or maybe it's just because the sanctum is still such a cage in her mind. either way, the suit might be doing well to hide it but natasha is practically smiling as she moves around out there.

it's a mission though, rescue and recovery not 'run around and enjoy the sights', and any relief natasha feels at seeing a real sky is short-lived. she serves a purpose here, and that purpose becomes very clear the moment she sees someone approaches by one of the infected. she takes off at a run, pulls the infected away by the back of the head, and before anyone can say otherwise she delivers a high-powered shock to the throat.

(to stun, not to kill, but that's part of a separate agenda that no one needs to know right now)

when the dystrophe drops, she shakes her head briefly before turning to the teammate in question, offering a hand. ]

Find yourself in a lot of near-misses?

[ so maybe she's teasing a little. it's hard to tell when you can't see the little smirk that comes with the deadpan tone. ]

[ f i v e ]

[ it's not to make any more cash so much as to scout for potential talent, but on the days where she isn't working, natalie rushman can be found offering shooting classes. on any given day a handful of people can be found in her classes, and if her heart breaks a little more every time a young girl comes rushing in full of propaganda and sparkling ideals, she's oh so careful not to let it show.

today's much like any other, and when a newcomer walks in she turns around with a dazzling smile, all red curls and bubbly personality. ]

Are you here for lessons? [ handing over a memo pad, she taps lightly on the screen. ] Just fill in these quick questions and we can get started.

[ c h o o s e . y o u r . o w n . a d v e n t u r e ]

[ ic inbox spam? hit me up. random encounters? lets do it. infected angst stories? love it. here's your wildcard option, if you don't want one of the two sets ups/have an idea you want to rock, lets party! ]

3. also I'm still jealous of that username ok

[sklent]

Only when my ears are ringing. [ The voice coming out of the other suit is eerily familiar, if not a little more accented than Natasha's own - that, Natalia will contend, is probably Delta's fault.

She nudges the body with her boot. ]

New parameters?

[ AKA why the fuck isn't it dead? ]

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

"Nothing you don't already have on record." Like his wedding certificate. And his wife and daughter's death certificates. And his own, in theory, though it's been made invalid by he and Golf making it back inside.