( MEMES ) TEST DRIVE >> 003.

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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!

Comments

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

"And deprive everyone of my charming sense of humor?" He's not so unobservant as not to notice, even without using the diagnostic eye. A sip of beer and a heartbeat later he offers her his arm, nodding to an empty table not far off. "You can see just as well from over there."

[cois]

Alright. Sitting and watching the crowd is just as boring as standing and watching the crowd, though a little more comfortable. She sits and rubs her thigh, trying to massage out the ache where flesh meets metal.

"You think so highly of yourself, Whiskey." It's not meant as an insult. A slight dig, perhaps, but not an insult.

[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."

[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."

[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.'

[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.

[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."

[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."

[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."

[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.

[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.

[cois]

And Ali's. And everyone else who didn't make it back in. "Hm," is all she says as she takes another sip of wine.

Then, after a moment's awkward silence, a thought occurs to her.

"Do you think any children they might have will be Immune?"

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

"If that's the grand plan? No wonder all the Immune they keep bringing in are attractive." It would kind of fit with the batshit long term thinking Bifrons tended to have.

[cois]

"Are they?" She scans the crowd. "I hadn't noticed."

Honestly, none of them catch her attention. None of them are Ali attractive to her, really.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

"Juliett had a whole broadcast over how pretty they all are. Picked out a coupla favorites. Course that was while Romeo was still around and she was feel'n sociable." After everything that happened in the interim? He's not surprised she's kept to herself. AFter what happened with Joyce he's tried to keep his own preferences locked up tight.

[cois]

"Ah yes, that was... interesting." She looks over the Network broadcasts to see if anything work recording is said, but had somehow forgotten that one.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

"You know how she is. Well. How she was." He shrugs. Her particular brand of issues aren't his problem until they make her dangerous. "Most of 'em seem pleasant enough."

[cois]

"Attractive and pleasant. However will we cope?"

She's making jokes. That's either a sign that she likes you, or that she's had one too many glasses of wine.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

"Some of them are even competent. Single men and women of Sanctum, watch out." He snorts a soft laugh, sipping on his beer. It's safe enough to be a little humorous in this.