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Alpha Complex Test Drive Meme

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It may be your first day in Alpha Complex or your hundredth, either way, you are in serious trouble.

Scenario One
Your character has been accused of treason!

Whether the accusation is true or not, you are a wanted citizen! Do you turn yourself over to IntSec (Internal Security) for questioning? Do you make a run for it and go AWOL? Will you fight for your right to exist or hole up somewhere safe until the chaos passes? Do you become The Fugitive and try to prove your innocence? Or are you guilty as hell and seeking help from friends or other parties who would be willing to assist you for a price?

Beware of the security cameras everywhere - some of which actually work - and being spotted by citizens who might be willing to turn you in to gain points with The Computer or to prove their own loyalty.

Scenario Two
Your character has been given the mission to hunt down a traitor!

It is your job to hunt down and apprehend the traitor by any means necessary. If you fail or refuse, you might be accused of being a traitor yourself. It doesn't matter if the person you are hunting is innocent or had good reasons for their treason. It doesn't matter if their crime was major or some minor form of treason, Friend Computer wants their head. You have twenty four hours to complete your mission.

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Work Together. Turn On Each Other. Survive.

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This place is something else. Every day bleeds into the next and it's never anything exciting that's happening, not really. Sure, there's missions and crazy things are happening all the time, but Zee feels naked without use of her spells to aid her; she can't jump into the fray without them unless she wants to do so while risking her life. The magic she typically possesses feels like sort of a security bubble. With it, she never really feels like she's in too much danger. That's probably not true, but it's how she feels anyway.

She'd spent the first half of the first day watching some stupid orientation film a couple of times when she'd tried to interject that something was wrong and she didn't feel right. They just kept telling her to "trust the Computer" and that "the Computer is [her] friend." Which...really, she's never been all that great with technology — that's always been more Robin's gig than it'll ever be hers — but after the second time they started the orientation over whilst reminding her that she needs to "trust the Computer," whatever that actually means, Zatanna gave up, watched the video, and kept her mouth shut after that. Until she was alone, at which point she tried to cast a spell to show herself the fastest way out of the Alpha Complex. ...nothing happened. Then, she'd tried something simpler: telling a passerby to say "hello Zatanna" to her. That, too, had failed.

So now here she is, several days later, with no magic, no team, and a mission to hunt down a traitor. What even is a traitor in this place? She remembers specifically that the video said that knowing the rules is treason, so...

"How can someone be a traitor when they don't know that they're doing something wrong...talk about a disaster waiting to happen," she mutters to herself, "heavy on the -aster," she adds even more quietly with a weak little smile. She does that now, sometimes, to keep herself sane; murmurs little things Robin would've said in a situation or catches herself doing something stupid and chirps, "Hello, Zatanna!" at herself. Things that remind her of the team. Things that remind her of home.

There's more and more people on the lookout for traitors and Dick is finding it increasingly difficult to keep himself hidden. Even regular Alpha citizens are dangerous in large numbers, and there had been more than one occasion where he'd saved somebody from danger only to have them try and turn him in for treason. Luckily he knew a lot of ways to escape, and going off-grid had definitely helped keep him hidden from most people - hard to report someone for being a traitor when you didn't know who they were.

Lately, though, it was getting even more worrying. They'd started sending specials to hunt traitors, people who might be given access to the specials HQ by an unsuspecting friend and thus be in a better position to get Dick in a lot of trouble. All in all, it had been pretty exhausting.

So when he's on a trip to get some supplies and he overhears a mutter from behind him that mentions the word 'traitors', he freezes, spinning on his heel. His surprise is only compounded by the fact that he knows the person walking along behind him, and that's a very new feeling.

"Zee!?" he exclaims without thinking, before he remembers that he's still using his invisibility tech right now and it's just going to be a disembodied voice to her.

The sound of a familiar voice right in front of her when she can't see anything throws Zatanna for a bit of a loop. Even though she's sure the sound is coming from in front of her, the cognitive dissonance has her whirling in place to look behind her.

"Robin?" she asks, looking around as she turns back to face the sound because, dang it, she knows that's where it came from. "Where are you…?"

"I'm right-Oh, sorry," Dick suddenly realises he's still invisible and sheepishly thumbs the switch to turn off the tech, revealing himself in front of her. It's only after he's done it that he realises what a terrible idea it was, she had literally just been talking about looking for traitors, and despite Lydia's assurances that he'd know his friends were really themselves when he saw them, he'd barely even spoken to Zee to find out. Still, he was so desperate to see a friendly face that he couldn't quite bring himself to care, and after all - she almost certainly didn't have her magic, but unlike all his super powered friends, Dick hadn't lost any of his skills when he came here, if anything was wrong, he should be able to get away.

"...hey." he offers softly, smiling slightly at her.

Zatanna blinks when she sees the person in front of her. He's not wearing a mask — although, why would he, if he's been invisible? — and it takes her a moment, eyes squinted as she studies his face, to recognize the familiar jaw line and general facial structure. It's Robin, all right, but she'd never seen his eyes before just now. They're so blue.

Oh wow...he has such nice eyes...

Focus, she reminds herself and the surprise registers on her face when she realizes that she's let herself start to slip down the rabbit hole of her crush on Robin. "Oh! Oh wow...your mask is gone," she breathes and then, with flushed cheeks and a sheepishly shy smile, she adds, "...hey."

It's a moment before he realises why she's looking at him with such amazement, recognition not quite hitting her eyes for the first few moments of her studying him, and for a second his response is confusion. Then the realisation hits just a moment before she actually spells it out for him and he smiles awkwardly, rubbing a hand through his hair.

"Uh, yea, I don't really wear it that much here, and when I do it's kinda not the same... " he shrugs "Um.. how have you been? How long have you been here? What's going on? Sorry that's a lot of questions, it's been so long since I've seen anyone from home.."

Shaking her head, Zatanna smiles. "It's okay...I just didn't recognize you at first, that's all," she admits. She kind of likes it better without the mask, come to think of it. She could probably get lost in his eyes if she let herself.

...which she won't. She absolutely won't.

"It's cool. Uh, I've only been here for a couple of days. But other than that..." she shrugs a little. "Same old, same old before here. How long have you been here?"

"I guess I forget how effective the mask is at changing how I look, since nobody who knows me as Dick knows I'm Robin," he admits with a slight smile, it's only after he's said it that he realises what he just let slip, and honestly if he were anywhere but here he'd feel guilty, Batman would have his head for that, but here? It just didn't carry the same weight.

"Oh, uh, speaking of, I guess I should sort of introduce myself again, nobody here really knows me as Robin. Dick Grayson, nice to meet you again," he gives her a smile and a little bow. "I've been here for..uh... three months and change I think?"

"It's definitely effective," Zatanna agrees. She's never realized just how integral a person's eyes are to identifying them, but she can't help noticing it now with it presented to her this way. She thought she would've known Robin anywhere, but she's finding right now that maybe she was wrong.

The revelation of his name has her blinking because she'd always just...assumed his name was actually Robin, because even Wally calls him Rob. "Oh," she says, sounding a little surprised, a soft blush creeping into her cheeks. "Nice to meet you again, too," she adds. Then, she pauses. "...I might just keep calling you Robin...I'm used to that," she finishes, looking appropriately sheepish. "Unless you really don't want me to and then I won't."

Three months?! "That's such a long time to be stuck here!" she blurts out.

How can someone be a traitor if they don't realize it? Katniss doesn't know. She has no idea where she might even begin? How can someone be a traitor when they don't know what they're doing? How can someone be a traitor when everything they believe is in the right? When it's the others who are wrong? So many questions. So many doubts. She also can't say for certain where they stem from. No. She doesn't want to say.

It's those glitch memories talking. Those glitch memories branding her a traitor. The people she's killed. The people who've been killed because of her. The computer says it's a mistake. The computer says this is her real life. But even if she is, she's a traitor here, too.

Katniss isn't exactly hiding. She's curled up against a wall, hugging her knees to her chest as she tries to come to terms with all the memories and words in her heads. Mockingjay. Traitor. Traitor, traitor, traitor. Still, lost in her thoughts as she is, there's a part of her that remains aware of everything around her. That hears Zatanna mutter to herself. Her brow furrows and slowly, as if it's been a long time since she last spoke, she asks, "You to?"

The sound of another female's voice pulls Zatanna out of her own personal reverie and she looks to the source, seeing the girl who doesn't look a whole lot older than she is, if not the same age, sitting against a wall with her knees drawn up to her chest. She looks...sad, Zee thinks. Or maybe sad isn't the best word to describe her, but it's close. At least, she thinks.

"Me? No...I'm supposed to be looking for a traitor to bring them in, but..." her voice trails off. But it isn't the right thing to do. It just...isn't. She wouldn't do it at home and she doesn't want to do it here. The thing is, if she fails the mission, does that then make her a traitor? Zee isn't really sure she wants to find out, but at the same time, she isn't sure she wants to do what she's being told just because she's being told to do it, either, because that's probably not good...at least, not if the person doesn't deserve it and, honestly, most things considered treasonous activities are really stupid reasons for someone to get punished, if you ask her.

So she shrugs a little, brow creasing and a small frown tugging down the corners of her mouth with discomfort. "I don't know. I don't think I can do it. Turn someone in, I mean."

She shouldn't feel sad, should she? Katniss isn't certain what memories ought to be in her head if the computer is right about the glitch, but they can't be nearly as sad as the ones currently lingering in her mind. She wants those memories. The memories she's supposed to have as a citizen of the complex. Then maybe she'd understand why she's been labelled a traitor. For now, she's lost. Confused, angry, mournful. Close to drowning in the turmoil inside of her.

It would be easy to drown. Or to let the girl do her job and turn her over to the authorities. Yet, as soon as Zatanna identifies her task, Katniss' spine straightens. Although sorrow remains present in her eyes, there's wariness there too. Any second and she'll bolt. One wrong move. Because as much as she wants to drown, she wants to survive too.

Except... except she deserves it, doesn't she? To be turned in? Because fire caught rampant around the Districts. Because of the Mockingjay. They're thoughts that she doesn't understand and Katniss shakes her head, trying to get rid of them.

She realizes after that this would have been a good time for the girl to act. Katniss is falling inward again, losing herself in the maze of her mind. The girl doesn't. And Katniss scowls. "You're not very good at your job."

At the comment she receives in response, Zatanna balks back at the girl. Well, that's no way to thank someone for letting you off the hook, she can't help thinking. Although, then again, maybe this isn't the person she's looking for, anyway, so maybe it doesn't matter.

All the same, the incredulity she feels as a knee jerk response to such a remark has her huffing out indignantly.

"Yeah, well, that's because this isn't my job. This isn't my home, this isn't my wardrobe," she says, tugging distastefully at the collar of her hideous, ill-fitted jumpsuit, "and this is not the way I should be wasting my time. I'm a superhero. I should be...superheroing," she stammers, frustrated.

On some level, she's aware that she shouldn't respond to someone willing to help her as she had. On some level, she knows that most people would be grateful. Or use this as an opportunity to learn more about what's going on. But she's not very nice or very smart or very good at making any kind of plans, really. She acts without thinking and never seems to learn better.

Katniss doesn't entirely believe her when she says this isn't her job. Mostly because on some level, deep down, she does believe that she's betrayed someone at some point. She is a traitor. She doesn't want to be taken in to wherever it is she's supposed to go (live, she's supposed to live) but maybe she deserves it. Maybe. She doesn't know. The glitches of memories make everything so hard.

But she does manage to ask, "What's a superhero?"

"What's a—?" Zatanna starts to echo the question back at the girl only to cut herself off with another indignant huff. What's a superhero? That's a hell of a blow to Zee's ego if there ever was one. At this point in her life, it feels like superhero kind of defines her and she doesn't really...know how to describe it when she comes from a place where everyone just...already knows.

Her jaw hangs loosely open for a moment while she tries to formulate a response. "It's...kind of exactly what it sounds like? Heroes...but better? With...super powers?" she asks more than answers because she's never actually had to explain it before and that's sort of the best she can come up with at the moment.

In those glitched memories, the word superhero doesn't ring a bell. She doesn't think it's something that exists in District 12 or anywhere in Panem. She isn't even sure it's a word that exists here in the Complex, either. What's the point of heroes? To provide hope to those who have non? A world where heroes exist is a world where she wouldn't have memories of a sister dying a horrible death.

Katniss is quiet for a few seconds after Zatanna's explanation. Her lips remain pursed together in an wary frown as she considers the words. Heroes but better. That doesn't mean anything to her. The closest thing that comes to mind is the idea of muttations but muttations aren't supposed to be anything good. Finally, Katniss shakes her head. "What kind of powers?"

It's weird to consider the fact that there might be people in the Alpha Complex that Zatanna will come across in the future who, like this girl, won't know what a superhero is. They're so prevalent back home, it boggles her mind to consider. Back home, the Justice League is a known and respected entity; civilians look to their superheros and metas to protect them and serve them, like the police except with the kinds of powers that can stop villains that the police can't even touch.

The other girl asks what kinds of powers and Zee takes a deep breath, letting it out softly. "Uh, well..." she starts with a little shrug. "I had magic. I could say spells and things would happen or people would do what I needed them to do. Bad guy about to kill somebody? Make him drop his weapon. Need intel to track down a baddie, make their sidekick talk when they won't. Put up a psychic sort of shield to protect a friend in trouble when fighting the good fight? All I have to do is say the spell."

She pauses then, frowning. "All I had to do, anyway. I can't do it here. My spells don't work. It's so lame."

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