( 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

i am forever late. after the convo with natalia?

[ex_serum683]

[ it's been a little over a week since steve woke up in the sanctum. bucky -- or a version of him -- was there for the first couple, but not long after steve showed up he disappeared. it left a gaping hole in steve, but he tried to patch it up with the knowledge that he was okay, as much as he could be. he hadn't been the half-crazed person steve left behind, and that gave him hope that the bucky from his time was going to be okay too. they weren't exactly the same person, he didn't think, but they were close enough that steve could hope.

there'd been some kind of pest problem while bruce and natalia and darcy were out dealing with the kilo problem -- mice and goats and whatever else running amok around the city, but it seemed like it was taken care of by now. still, steve wasn't exactly interested in leaving his apartment. it was hard enough to get used to waking up sixty some odd years in the future the first time, adjusting to practically a thousand was beyond steve's measure of adaptability. there was a part of him that genuinely wished he had died in the potomac, but since he hadn't, he had to find a way to keep going.

he was just... taking a few days to figure it out. a few days alone, in his apartment in district one. ]

works for me and i am also late i am sorry

[dreor]

[ by the time he made it to the front door, a good portion of his determination has long withered away with each slowing, hesitating step. he spends a good several minutes, staring at the door in front of him, his mind racing a mile a minute. the more he thinks about it, the more he realizes the complete and total lack of a plan he has, going into this. he doesn't know what to say, what questions to ask, or even what the man's name is. oh, he has flickers, sure - nothing is ever complete enough that he has a solid grasp of it yet.

that woman, whether or not she's still behind him or just watching from a distance, probably thinks he looks like an idiot out here. he wouldn't call her a liar on that front.

should knock first, he thinks. that would be the appropriate way to do it. he can knock, sure. one step at a time. he raises his metal arm, hesitates, lowers it back to his side, and then raises it in the air once more. it's after another moment's hesitation that he finally does knock on the door, once, twice-- and on the third knock he turns on his heel, marching away. nope, he must not be here. oh, well. he'll just have to put it off and try again another time. ]