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( MEMES ) TEST DRIVE >> 004.
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. There's a pair of glasses connected to some sort of communications network, but otherwise not much else in the room with you. What are you going to do?
2. Environmental Glitching. Last time you looked outside, it was a fairly standard winter day: a few low clouds, not much sunshine, maybe a little snow on the ground. Nothing to write home about, other than the fact that it was all created by advanced technology. Now? Blizzard conditions in an artificial winter, under an artificial sky. People are trapped, frozen in, and the Militia is engaging in rescue operations in multiple Districts. Are you going to help your fellow man? Provide shelter or assist with digging people out of the snow? Or are you going to do something else? It's up to you.
3. A Serial Killer on the Loose. Several months ago, the Sanctum was terrorized by a serial killer known as XXX. Immune and Survivor alike fell victim. XXX was eventually caught and brought to justice...only the news stations are reporting that XXX has escaped, and Immune have gone missing overnight. Do you keep a low profile, or find safety in numbers? Do you try to seek out the serial killer, or do some digging of a different sort?
4. Memory Glitch. Yesterday there was a parade through District Two that turned into an anti-Bifrons protest. Today? Anyone you mention it to either has no idea what you're talking about or is making a good show of feigning ignorance and concern for your mental stability. Has your memory been tampered with? Or are you truly losing it?
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. Network Glitches. Strange messages are coming through the network, embedded in posts from other users. Beyond anonymous and completely untraceable, these posters claim that Bifrons has changed more about you than you know. It's suggested that you look into past dealings with Kilo to gain better understanding of what you're up against. Do you investigate?
7. Wildcard. Choose your own adventure or create a cocktail from the presented options! The choice is YOURS.
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[ Of course it'd make sense to smell honey in a kitchen or a bakery- but honey isn't a product that's ever sold or consumed on a regular basis. Lack of bees, maybe, but he hadn't thought about what wasn't there until it became such a thing. There are people that remember, vividly, honey and cloves when they've never actually smelled either of those things in their entire lives under the dome.
It's strange. ]
You've been rewritten. Probably over the protest yesterday.
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rewritten. rewrites are something she does to manuscripts after her editor's been over them; they are not things that happen to her mind. granted, her father's of the opinion that she's been brainwashed for years, but that's neither here nor there-- )
There was a protest. Yes?
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Well. Not so put together about it. Not so much a civilian. He doesn't get how she got his name or why, or why she's looking for him aside from the obvious. He can't quite get a bead on her because honestly he never spend much of his life around the softer brand of woman. Living in the military for most of his adult life has rendered him unaccustomed to their gestures and language.
He'll worry about it later. For now? Answers. Aside from a faint crease between his brows none of his confusion seeps through as he waves for her to follow him to a private booth. Somewhere without cameras. Sure he could jam whatever's in the area but he'll take a secure location any day. ]
It started as a parade. People got rowdy. Not enough to really be a reason to worry but Bifrons does not like rowdy people.
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she sits down in the booth, presses her hands together and laces her fingers, maybe to keep them still. they're pianist's fingers, surgeon's fingers, and her hands are never anything but steady. )
How does a parade become a riot?
( there aren't any football hooligans here, surely. )
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[ He pulls a data pad out from under the table and taps in a passcode, part keyphrase and part gesture, before pulling up feeds of what his cameras in the area picked up before, during, and after the event. He picks three feeds that cover most of the action, pulling them up in a holographic display for her to watch. ]
All's well, there's some discussion, some civil, peaceful protesting- aaaand security sweeps in. Then things get ugly.
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she keeps her hands in her lap and does not, although she wants to, gingerly touch the back of her head. it isn't as if she'd find anything there, after more than an hour.
eventually-- )
Why crush it like this, if only to make people forget?
( riots make better news than peaceful protests, if they can be spun right; stripping credibility from the protesters, undermining them in the news. but there is no news, because barely a handful of people even remember it happening. )
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Happiness is mandatory.
[ Another flick and that recording sputters and dies. ]
They're trying to work out the bugs in the rewriting of the Immune. We're the only ones that it doesn't work for all the time. Something about the port systems not being completely integrated in our nervous system since we didn't grow up with them. My best guess is they're trying to avoid violence. We're in a sealed environment. As much as they don't give a shit about District 4, they need those bodies.