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( MEMES ) TEST DRIVE >> 003.
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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However those worked. He knew how to use them, not how they functioned.
He tapped the side of them, mostly out of reflex, hoping that it wasn't just a one-way thing.]
Thor? Is that you?
[Well, that was at least one person he knew. Unfortunately, it also didn't clear anything up. Last he knew, Thor had gone back home, Loki and the Tesseract in tow. But - and he was going out on a limb here - Steve didn't think that this was Asgard.]
Well, you could start by helping me out a bit here. Where are we?
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[Thor's fumbled with the glasses himself- to him they are not advanced so much as they are somewhat antiquated and tiny. And fragile. He has gone through three sets since his arrival and it is only with the aid of Darcy and Stark that he has managed to not break this pair. He compensates by hooking them up with a small wire to a glass padd provided to him by Foxtrot, so he might view and be viewed at the same time.
The glasses themselves were set on a shelf for easy viewing.]
We are in The Sanctum. The last line of defence these people have to the disease that has ravaged this world. The dome protects them and their warriors defend the dome from dysthropes- creatures twisted by the disease beyond the walls and the air outside. We have been called to bolster their ranks. To help them end this war. To defend them as we are not suseptable to the illness that has turned their own air into a toxin.
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[His lips quirked into a wry smile. Wait, if he could see Thor - did that mean that Thor could see him? So long as they maintained the connection, there were more important things to worry about... But he maintained his earlier point about the lack of instructions.
At least that explanation cleared things up a bit. Thor being an Asgardian likely wouldn't have been susceptible to that sort of thing, and he had Erskine's serum - though from how he felt, you'd never know it. He wasn't hurt, but something felt distinctly... off.
He wasn't particularly keen on the idea of individuals being plucked from their respective homes and dragged into a war - but if the toll had been this high, he wasn't going to deny them the help they needed. It didn't matter whose world hung in the balance; Steve wasn't the type who could stand by, knowing that there was something he could have done.
He frowned, his finger still touching the side of the glasses.]
Do we know anyone else here?
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[He's not sure how to explain it. Steve will see for himself once he has taken the time to settle, to rest.]
Allow me to offer warning- our skills are not as they ought to be. We have been made lesser when we came here. Our tools, our bodies changed by however it is we were brought. I do not heal as I should.
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Steve felt as though he'd been punched in the gut. Thor was still talking, but the words were like white noise; he couldn't quite focus on what he was saying, beyond that one name.
James Barnes.
That... wasn't possible.]
... Bucky?
[It wasn't so much a question to the other man, so much as he needed to reaffirm to himself, to know that he hadn't just misheard. There was no way that Bucky could have survived that fall. If he had, that would mean...
Had there been even the slightest chance...]
Sorry, but did you say... James Barnes is here? In this city?
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[Thor slow,s frowning faintly at the shock, the incredulity in Steven's voice.]
You know this man?
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There was a slim chance that this was another James Barnes, but Thor had listed him, meaning that he hailed from the same world they did. Why else would he even think to mention him?]
I do. Or... I did. We served together, during the war.
[Bucky was alive.
There were too many emotions tied up in that single statement for Steve to fully express. He'd thought that joyous relief would have dominated, but... somehow, it didn't. It was definitely there, but... if Bucky had survived that fall, then he'd been left there for god knows how long. And with him going under for nearly seventy years...]
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[He knew little of the man aside from that initial broadcast- it seems that James kept to himself for the most part but many of the Immune often did. This world is strange to them, alien, and the loss of their mutual agency only hightens the tension further still.
He fears for what it may mean for men such as the Captain.]
...He seems well.
[Empty words that are worth so very little and he knows it even as he speaks them. But what else might he say? He knows the pain of a comrade lost, the guilt of a commander unable to save them. Surely that is what plagues the good captain now.]
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It wasn't Thor's fault that he'd been blindsided; he knew he meant well. And honestly, it wasn't something he'd ever have even considered before this point. Acceptance hadn't been easy, but it was the only way he could carry on.
In his heart, he knew he needed to see him, but... he wasn't so sure that the feeling would be mutual.]
I'm glad.
[It was an automatic response, but he didn't know what else he could say.]
... How are the others holding up?
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Stark spends his time working on his armour or trying to learn more of our minders- when he is not assisting Jarvis in adjusting to life as a man. It seems that he was brought and given flesh like the rest of us and for one that spends his time as a spirit, it is disconcerting.
Natasha keeps to herself, I have not spoken to her often- but she minds us all and makes certain we are well. The Lady Natalia...I do not think she is like the Natasha we know. She seems lost. Perhaps you might speak with her? Assure her of her place in our band. She seems in dire need of roots.
Doctor Banner is well enough, busy with research on the disease that we aim to end. Darcy and Lady Jane busy themselves with research as well, occasionally spending time with Stark.
James Rhodes minds the milita with me in the mornings, though we train in different areas. The warriors here are in dire need of good instruction.
We are well, Captain. We find ways to fill the time until we are called upon to act.