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( MEMES ) TEST DRIVE >> 003.

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!

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[Raleigh's careful not to actually touch this guy. Physical contact may agitate him more, and that's not what he wants to do.]

[Calmly but sternly:] I didn't do anything. They did to you what they did to me--what they did to a lot of people here. Now, I'm Becket--Raleigh Becket, and I can help you if want.

[ More like he'd probably try and race past Raleigh with neon but oh wait. ]

They took away your powers too? What the hell, man? How can they do that? [ He stands up straight and exhales, glancing away before looking at him. ] Delsin Rowe. You know, the Banner Man.

Three.

[There was supposed to be somebody stranded out here. They'd been sent on a recovery mission to bring them back. David wasn't sure how someone could survive out here on their own, if it's as bad as they say it is. He hasn't seen any of those dys...thrope? things? yet, but he can hear things moving through the trees.

A flock of birds is startled from their perch and that's the first and only warning he gets that there's movement nearby. He whirls around, rifle aimed and ready.]

Five.

[So maybe he's been in Shiloh and away from war for too long, but he remembers how to do push ups and run laps. The weapons are new-- lighter than standard issue Gilboan weapons, but that makes things easier. Still, he's just glad to hear the enemy doesn't have tanks. Though perhaps the fact that they're skinless cannibal horror creatures outweighs the lack of Goliaths to face. Goliaths he understands. They're machines he can figure out and work around and sneak up on. Zombies? Maybe not.

And maybe this line of thought is distracting David from the training at hand, because he's getting a distant look in his eyes and falling out of line.]

Seven.

[The glasses are... definitely more than a simple farmboy-slash-mechanic-slash-soldier can figure out, so David is wearing them and looking into a mirror when he records his video call.]

Uh, hello. [He clears his throat.] My name is David Shep-- Captain David Shepherd, Royal Gilboan Army. I'm not sure how I was brought here or why, I'm really just no one special. And all I want to know is, is there really no way to get home?

Eight.

[Somehow, somewhere, David has found a piano, and has sat down to play. Come listen, or interrupt him!]

[ Natalia puts her hands up in the air, smiling. ]

Careful, soldier. You might hurt someone like that.

[He slowly lowers the gun. She's wearing one of the protective suits, she must be safe.]

Sorry, reflex.

Good reflex.

[ She puts out her hand. ]

Natalia.

[And he his.]

David.

[He radios in that he's found her, then gestures with his head that they should make their way back to the transport. As they walk, he keeps his rifle at the ready.]

So, you had much trouble out here? I've heard it's pretty nasty.

I haven't seen enough to know if what I call 'much' of trouble actually is. Much. As opposed to the standard deviation. [ She quirks her mouth at him. ] If you catch my meaning.

[ Which isn't to say there wasn't any trouble. She did need extraction, after all. ]

I... think I do. [But he is isn't sure, so he just smiles ~~like an idiot~~ and keeps walking. When they reach the waiting shuttle, he holds the door open for her to get in before getting in himself.]

5
[Man, this is so dumb. This is the dumbest. He's in the army for fuck's sake! Sure, one that made sure to pair up a bunch of idiots together to fight other idiots for really stupid reasons. But this is an army he doesn't even know anything about!

Wait, maybe this isn't so different.

See, this all seemed like a good idea at the time. And, hey, maybe if he sticks around, then he won't have to admit that he's a bad shot once he improves. But at the same time, even in the middle of this training that he's only barely half-assing (part because he knows a lot of this already and part because this is dumb and boring and he doesn't want to do it), he realizes...he doesn't even have to be here.

No, really! Not even because he's a.) dead, b.) a computer program, c.) already a private in the army in a war, d.) not seeing any reason to give a shit about what's happening here, or e.) all of the above. He could just get up, walk out, and do something with himself. He could be a...florist or a painter or manage a grocery store or he could run around in circles naked yodeling if he fucking feels like it.

So here's a half-assing trainee looking a little bit stunned at the realization that he doesn't have to be here. And heading for the showers.]

This is bullshit. I am out of here. See you losers on the other side! Of life. See, because I'm a--nevermind.

6
[Having a physical body is not so great. There's sweating and exhaustion and the need to breathe really hard when the sweating and exhaustion happen. And you know what? He doesn't need that. He doesn't need to run around in a suit of protective armor or run around at all. But it does require some shopping. Like a normal person. For food. For clothes.

It feels really weird, actually, like a suit (of armor) that doesn't fit right. Like an itchy, out of reach memory. But he does pick up some snazzy outfits that would make Tucker jealous. If Tucker were here.

Some of the time he's just looking far away and lost. And playing with a bracelet he got on arrival. It seemed really dumb at the time, had nearly left it on the table when he'd woken up, but it's grown on him, with the little Greek alphabet charms dangling from it. Sometimes he touches a letter and lingers, but whatever he's looking for, it isn't there.]

7
Okay, so, it occurs to me that maybe this place needs some sports. Organized sports. Or disorganized, I don't really care. Like...some football, or soccer, or baseball, or grifball. Oh man, I would totally sit down with some beer and snacks and be a lazy fuck on a couch to watch some grifball. Sarge used to try and play it, but it's not as much fun with only two players. Three if you count Grif being the ball as a third person. And a shotgun. I think shooting a ball would probably pop it if it wasn't covered in armor. Also, it's not that much fun after a while trying to watch that through a sniper scope. Hell, I'd take hockey, and nobody watches hockey.

[ spoilers for ca:tws ahead ]

Ⅰ: canon, oo1
(post-tws, before the end credits scene)

[ it feels like months have passed, since the last fight on the helicarrier. it feels like he's dragging his feet, heavy and sore and aching all over. somehow, for some reason, he knew he had to jump from the crashing ship and reach him. he had to dive into the water, grasp him by the collar and haul him to the shore. he knew he had to wait, to make sure he was alive and breathing, before turning around and walking away. he didn't know who he was, not yet - but he knew he had to protect him, he had to save him. somehow. the mission was suddenly no longer relevant, after those raggedly uttered words.

I'm with you, until the end of the line.

so he walks. and he walks, no matter how badly his feet beg him to stop and rest. he walks until it all suddenly goes black, his body unable to keep up, and he can only assume he collapsed in a ditch somewhere. it's not like it matters. not until he does wake up, and the situation is all too familiar, that he can't help but feel a sudden sense of urgency the very moment he opens his eyes. the enclosed chamber, the metal table, a mysterious voice relaying a message that barely makes it through the fog in his mind makes him almost terrifed that they've brought him back here. back here means the chair, the hands pushing him back, the mouth guard, the metal braces securing his arms, and the--

he's determined this time, at least. he's been compliant for so long, following orders and never questioning a moment of it, lest they sit him back in the chair again. but not this time. the monitor doesn't survive the blow dealt by his mechanical arm, more symbolic than anything since it's hard to tell who exactly would be watching. he changes quickly into the clothes provided for him, all black and thankfully with a long sleeved coat to keep his arm hidden for the time being.

the clock's ticking, he knows he can't stay here long. they'll find him. there's just enough supplies left for him to keep going for a while, and that's good enough. he grabs what he can, and he turns and bolts out the door, running as fast as he can into the city - a city he quickly realizes is nothing like he remembers. he runs until his legs strain, and then he stops, breathing heavy as he turns in circles, surveying and ... well, just being very, very confused about his surroundings.

how long was he asleep for this time? ]

Ⅱ: alternate, oo6
(permanent memory wipe, higher tech, thirst for blood)

[ the transmission on the monitor made things clear enough. apparently, there was someone new in charge, someone else giving the orders. that was fine with him, he's not one to question changes in authority. as long as they tell him what to do, that's all he needs to get through the day. then, he supposes he'll have to come back here, when they have to put him in the chamber again. it's a bit of a change, yes, but he adapts quick. a virus is a different sort of target, sure, but the ending footage on the transmission makes it all a little more clear. his targets this time aren't people, but simply monsters. grotesque looking things.

he is a little confused, about the paper gown. but, he doesn't question that either. he notices his outfit and gear on the table, and he takes his time suiting up, to make sure everything he needs is there. it isn't until he's pulled on the mask that he realizes one pretty glaring mistake his new commanders have made. not a single weapon on the table.

no gun. no knife. not even a single grenade. he would have to scavenge, apparently. it wasn't as though he minded the extra task, but it was inconvenient. with the goggles on last, the rest of the provided items packed, he turns and heads out, down the long halls and out into the open (ish) city.

different, but it usually is, after he's been asleep for a while. his first objective is to find an arms dealer, so he marches down the strange city's streets, shoulders and elbows purposefully rammed into those of passers by in order to ensure they stay out of his way. ]

Edited (nobody saw that typo) 2014-05-13 07:08 (UTC)

[ She'd come back to find the James that was not hers gone, user not found, wiped away but not really.

Just gone, without rhyme or reason.

(He wasn't hers, not to miss, not to want, not to mourn. He wasn't hers.)

She's in District One because this is where the newcomers arrive, all flustered and frightened and panicked, and she can learn a lot by watching them.

There's a man running and so she follow, until he's not running and it's...

It's James, a James. Not hers. Not hers.

Probably not hers.

Does she even want him to be here?

She calls out anyway. ]

Wait.

[ Either he'll recognize her voice or not. That, at least, will tell her something she doesn't know for certain. ]

[ Such manners. Natalia isn't sure what to make of them.

She can't keep collecting darling soldiers, it's just not right. ]

How long have you been here?

[ it's not difficult to recognize her voice. they didn't exactly talk much, but he does know who it belongs to almost immediately, despite the confusion and adrenaline surging through him.

she was part of the mission too, of course. he had been shown their faces, given a rundown of their stats, and he knows even now she's a threat. things weren't exactly resolved between him and the other man from the helicarrier, but he didn't think for a second that everything was fine between the two of them here now.

he turns quickly to face her, shoulders squared, feet apart. he braces himself for a fight, hands clenched into tight fists and his mechanical one raised, ready to land a fierce blow if she approaches. ]

Don't-- [ he calls out in warning, waiting to see what she'll do next. she's just as dangerous and untrustworthy as anyone. but he doesn't want to be that weapon anymore, he will defend himself but he won't make the first move this time. ]

[ At his stance her's changes entirely; instead of the default battle-readiness of being surrounded by so many people it all drops and she's just a woman, concerned and confused for a familiar face on an unfamiliar soul.

She wonders if this is how Rogers felt.

She wonders if she'll stop feeling at some point. Sometime soon. She'd like that.

Her thoughts are spiraling, she knows, but she's uncertain what to do here. So Natalia switches to Russian. ]

Where I come from you give me orders.

[ A simple statement of fact. He can take it or leave it. She won't chase him.

She'll follow him though. ]

[ Russian. a language he didn't learn by choice, and it's associated with so many things. the other men, grunts and meatshields the lot of them, it was all they spoke. it was programmed into him, one of the easiest ways to control him.

no wonder he recoils when he hears it now. if she speaks Russian - why the hell was she with that other man anyway? a double agent? not one to be trusted either way.

he steps back, eyes narrowed and teeth bared. if she's one of them, there's no way he's getting any closer. as much as he wanted to stop hurting people moments ago, he can easily make an acception if it's someone meant to take him out and drag him back to the chair. ]

You're lying.

[ it's the same language that falls off his tongue, but steeled and grim. she'll either turn and leave on her own, or he'll make her leave. ]

You were with him. You were part of the mission. I've never given orders to you.

Where I come from I don't lie to you.

Can't.

[ He can take that meaning for what it is; a compulsion energized by a command in her head that she didn't put there and hasn't tried to remove either. Some things stay with you.

The recoil doesn't go unnoticed and she wonders just how much she is making this worse. For him. For either of them. Is she supposed to care? Or is this a grandiose selfish gesture? ]

Never? Your memory must be better than mine to say 'never'.

[ She won't leave. She won't step closer either. ]

Where I am from is not where you are from. Where we are is not either place at all.

But he's here. The man you couldn't kill.

[ can't. he's more than familiar with it. there were plenty of things he couldn't do either, for the past-- however long it had actually been. he can't disobey orders, he can't fail a mission for fear of the punishment, he can't go out and see the world and be a normal human being when not on a mission.

weird, that it sounded the same, coming from her. but she wasn't like that, wasn't she? she'd been part of the mission, one of his targets. she was with--

the man you couldn't kill.

he stops, his aggression and apprehension fading, turning into something more along the lines of ... well, hopeful. afraid still, about what it may potentially lead to, but. he's here, and that makes him lower his guard, unintentionally but probably for the best. nothing else of what she said made any sense, until that last part. ]

...

Where?

[ he straightens, knowing full well it could be a trap but he finds he doesn't care now. if she can at least tell him where that man is, then, that's something. it's a step in the right direction. ]

[ That's probably what she should have said first, she realizes. Instead she gave him information he may not be ready to process, but everything is a learning experience. She'll make mistakes. She has room for error, now, so she might as well.

Natalia just hopes this mistake won't cost him much in the long run. ]

His housing is here, in this district, amongst these people.

[ She doesn't think he's home, has only bugged a view of the front door so as not to intrude too much. ]

I can stop talking, if that helps. You can make those demands, now. There's no one to try and stop you.

I'm Raleigh Becket but I--no, I never had any powers. [Powers like a superhero...? Always makes him think of Yancy.] And I'm sorry man, but I've never heard of you or the Banner Man.

[What's with this place and pulling people from their homes but yet taking away their powers? It doesn't make any sense!]

[ he's here. somehow, he's here along with him. how long he's been here for, or what he's doing here, or if he's still same person from before, he won't know anything until he finds him.

and while she can't explain anything herself (which still doesn't make sense but he doesn't have time to press her for anything now,) she at least helped that much. but that all depends on whether or not she is telling the truth. he knows she can be very deceptive.

it could just be a trick. but he can't risk it, either.

he starts marching towards her, intent to make his way past. the housing districts can't be far, and he'll find him if he has to barge in every door. ]

If you're lying to me, I'm coming back for you.

Is that a promise or a threat?

[ She doesn't move out of his way until the last moment, stepping aside and then falling into step behind him. ]

How would you even find me?

[ She takes the communication glasses out of her pocket and puts them on. ]

[ he ignores her first question. it's whatever she wants to take it as, really. but just because he isn't that same weapon of Hydra anymore, that doesn't mean he's above getting her back for lying to him.

instead he carries on, searching for anything that would be a possible hint towards where that man would be. he's not sure what to look for, exactly, but that won't stop him. ]

Won't stop until I do.

[ A sigh. Her life could be so uncomplicated. She could've stayed out of it. But no. Here she is, chasing the Winter Soldier like they're children on a playground and he's decided he doesn't want to play anymore because she's not the man he's looking for. ]

You're going to get lost. [ Abruptly switching to English because why not? Russian means something to her. It means something to him. They don't mean the same thing by any stretch of the imagination. ]

There's no guarantee he's home. Are you going to just sit there and wait for him?

[ back to English. he finds it easier, less troubling. though he doesn't understand why she insists now, nor any of the things she said that were different from what he remembers of her, at the very least she provided him with a step in the right direction. it's something. if it works out, he'll think better of her.

true, he might not be there. seems a bit of a stretch to call this place "home," but alright, he won't question it. he just keeps going, moving on forward, because that's all he can do. ]

I'll find him. With or without your help.

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