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The Computer ([personal profile] computerized) wrote in [community profile] outofalpha2016-09-04 12:24 pm
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Sept/Oct Test Drive Meme

Alpha Complex Test Drive Meme

Please feel free to take a Test Drive to see if the environment would suit your character! All potential players are welcome.

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.

Please post your character name and fandom in the subject line.
Work Together. Turn On Each Other. Survive.

Premise | Setting Information | New Arrival Introduction

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Jack harkness | dw / tw

[personal profile] fixedpointintime 2016-09-10 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)

Well. Not the most auspicious start. Though, really, not the worst start. That probably says more about his life than anything else possibly could. Waking up in a strange sterile room with no idea how he ended up there in the first place, kind of par for the course. They never just want to talk, things are almost always as bad a they seem, and pain is a guarantee. Just because he can't stay dead doesn't mean he's eager to go through the process.

At least this time he didn't wake up naked. So, yeah, not the worst. Which is a thought for a time when he's not running blindly down endless identical corridors and doing his level best to avoid... well, not knowing where he is means he doesn't really know who he's trying to avoid. Everyone? Everyone sounds good, for the moment. There must be a place to hide in a complex this large. Ventilation, sewers, maintenance corridors - what he wouldn't give for a map right about now.


Jack doesn't feel that great about being a giant corrupted computer's bitch. Though it is better than being on its bad side. He's learned that one the hard way more times than he'd care to count. The easiest way to take down an oppressive regime is from the inside. The food's also better. He's still trying to figure out the game, but in the mean time, it's clearly in his best interest to play along. A hell of a lot less lonely than being on the run, too. Being on the run doesn't involve a mission partner. "I suppose this is pretty common place for you?"

[[OOC: Please forgive any inconsistencies with the actual game setting and procedure. It's been a while since Jack's been in a game. I'm shaking some dust off.]]
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[personal profile] imalwaysangry 2016-09-11 03:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Bruce glances over at his mission partner, seeming to sum him up before shaking his head. "Not really, no. There's nothing about this place that is common for me."

Usually he's the one being hunted, not the one hunting. Usually he'd be a big green mess of range and anger by now. At the moment he's sporting a laser gun that looks like it should be in an episode of Star Trek. Except of course, this one doesn't have a stun setting.

"I'm guessing it's not for you either."
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[personal profile] fixedpointintime 2016-09-11 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
It's been a while. Jack opens his mouth, considers an answer, and settles on a vague 'eh' sound and a waggle of his hand that's seems to be a pretty consistent gesture for it's complicated throughout time. The hunting down fugitives, not new. Corrupted computer overlord, not new. Even the laser guns, not new. "It's been a while since I was in a jumpsuit. I like it. Roomy." He grins like he could be joking. Important to cultivate that casual, irreverent aura. It lets you tell people the truth and ensures they'll almost never believe you. "I miss the coat, though. Something very dramatic about having it streaming out behind you as you run. Provided you don't get it snagged on anything. Then you're just the idiot flat on his back with a concussion."
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[personal profile] imalwaysangry 2016-09-12 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
"So you're a fan of fashion."

Bruce says this dryly, almost inaudibly as they continue to make their way down the alley way they're investigating. He hears the sound of metal scraping metal ahead and his hand moves to the laser barrel on his belt.

He's never used a gun before. He doesn't want to use a gun now. Again, feeling in danger or vulnerable is fairly new to him. A trashbot moves into view and Bruce relaxes.

"What's the place you come from like?"
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[personal profile] fixedpointintime 2016-09-12 07:12 am (UTC)(link)
Jack's snappy answer dies on his tongue when he sees how nervous Bruce is. "It's... small. I was on a ship before I came here." The enthusiasm has gone out of his answers, though, and there's a much more serious look on his face now. "Have you ever shot a gun before?" Bullets or darts or lasers, it isn't even the kickback that held most people back, but the hesitation kills you every time. Jack's in no hurry to see it up close and personal again.
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[personal profile] imalwaysangry 2016-09-17 03:30 pm (UTC)(link)

"A ship?" Bruce glances over at the man beside him. He thinks maybe he said his name was Jack. He didn't exactly look like the sailor type, but then again who was Bruce to judge?

Bruce glances down at the gun in his belt and then back at Jack. "I'm actually not a fan of guns," he says. Mostly because they're usually pointing at him.

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[personal profile] fixedpointintime 2016-09-18 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Introductions had been brief and forced, amid a flurry of activity and instruction. He realizes he doesn't actually know anything at all about this man. Which is hardly any way to begin what might be quite a long hunt. So he stops walking, extends his hand. "Captain Jack Harkness." It rolls off his tongue like one single word, like it's not a title and a name, but simply his state of being. He's been Captain Jack Harkness for so long. It's in his bones, as unchangeable as the rest of him.
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[personal profile] imalwaysangry 2016-09-19 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)

​Bruce stops when he does, glancing around to see if he's seen anything before realizing that he's making an official introduction. Bruce's mouth twitches upwards​ slightly. He shakes his had. "Dr. Bruce Banner."

Or at least he had been, before he'd woken up here. Now he didn't really know what he was except for an underling who was supposed to shoot first and ask questions later. It didn't suit him.

"If you don't mind me asking," he said as he lowers his hand. "What was the name of your ship?"

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[personal profile] fixedpointintime 2016-09-19 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack has a firm, solid handshake, and possibly holds on a touch longer than necessary. "A Doctor. Lucky me." There's a smile there, something that goes deeper than just a profession, and it's bittersweet in the moment it flashes across Jack's face, then gone entirely. "The Kracken, which I thought was funny, but none of my crew ever seemed to fully appreciate. I suppose I would have had better luck if the ship had ever seen the sea."