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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.

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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What do you mean, 'men like me?'

Men with more than one name, Monsieur Antonov.

[He chuckles, winding a loose strand of her hair around his finger.] I have a lot of different interests. Helps to be multiple people.

[She huffs a soft laugh, turning into the next spin easily, pressing close.]

A finger in every pie, mm?

Better than the same old flavor day after day. [As he pulls her back in, he slides his hands lower, towards her hips.] And besides, I've always found it safer to spread out my bets.

[She will see your hips, sir, and shamelessly let a hand slide down past shoulder and rib and grab a good handfull for a moment, grinning like a shark all the while.]

Is that the only thing you spread?

Honey. [He passes one palm over the outline of her thigh--needing to one-up her in this game they're playing, perhaps--while the other takes her hand, guiding her out of the line of sight of another couple.] That's not very nice.

Oh?

[All small and sweet and utterly harmless as they duck away, teeth sharp against her painted lips.]

I thought I was being very nice.

Then what would you be doing if you wanted to be mean?

I would scream and have you kicked out of the party.

[One last little squeeze, maybe- it is a lovely handfull after all. She takes a half step closer to lean up and catch his earlobe in her teeth.]

Unless you can convince me to not.

[He keeps his expression calm, hoping that, pressed against him as she is, she won't notice how his heart is pounding.]

If you did that, I couldn't buy you a drink. And we couldn't 'see where the night takes us.'

[Oh but she can, and that just has her all but purring.]

Mmm...try harder.

[It's not the most intelligent option here, but in the absence of a better one he does press his lips to hers, kissing her long and hard, his teeth snagging her bottom lip just enough to communicate a certain aggression.]

Hard enough?

Hmmm...

[Her nails catch at the nape of his neck and she grins against his mouth, biting back before speaking again.]

Consider me convinced, darling.

[They're being stared at by some of the couples nearby, so he throws them a glance and a smile, as though to say oh, sorry about that, we got a little carried away. As the song comes to a close, he rests his hand between her shoulderblades and dips her low, nearly to the floor.]

Fantastic. Wouldn't want things to end so soon. [He steals another, briefer kiss before straightening up, licking his lip where the pull of her teeth made it bleed.]

[She follows through every step and motion, all but painted against him even as she's lowered, arms tight around his shoulders to hold herself. Up. She doesn't need anyone to hold her up. She can manage on her own.]

One more dance?

Sure. [He draws her into position, his thumb stroking the side of her palm as he curls his fingers around it.]

So, what are you here for tonight? Keeping up appearances? Trying to weed out the shadier crowd?

Just taking in the night life.

[How much taking in there actually is, though, depends on the crowd. For now she's happy to have caught him, nails canting lightly against his jaw.]

And I was afraid this party would be dull.

Glad I made it interesting. [Now that she isn't going to get him kicked out, anyway. As they turn he meets the eyes of one of his contacts--without turning his head, to avoid drawing attention to the exchange--silently indicating that he may have to put off doing business tonight.]

What do the records say about me, anyway?

Mmm. That'd be telling. If you aren't aware why should I say anything?

[Her eyes follow his for a moment, scanning the crowd in more ways than one- recording for later perusal. THere are several options for him to be meeting but- well. She's busy right now.]

To satisfy my curiosity. [He notices her following his gaze and so lets it wander further, glancing at another guy that he barely knows, eyeing a businessman he doesn't like, quirking just a hint of a smile at some busty woman--and yes, that last one may just be to mess with Juliett, but he's nothing if not a flirt.]

I mean, depending on who you ask, I might be an unrepentant bastard or the nicest guy around.

[All duly noted with a rough snort at the woman. Something better suited to a soldier than a socialite. For that half a moment, the mask is thinned. Then it passes and she's all smiles and sunshine again.]

Satisfy mine and I might satisfy yours, darling.

Well, I don't want to waste your time. How do I know what'll make a good story unless I know which ones you've read before?

Assume I've heard every story on record until you were twenty five and work with the rest.

Damn. Then I don't get to tell some of the good ones.

[He spins her briefly, stopping her so that she's facing away from him, snaking an arm around her waist and leaning in to all but whisper.]

Here's what I think you should assume. I'm an opportunist; I go where the market takes me. I value fast, efficient and confidential service. And I believe that if you want to get good in business, you tap into that little irrational part of people--that scared, hateful, vengeful part--and you show it a solution it never knew it needed.

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