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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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[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.