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July/August Test Drive Meme

Alpha Complex Test Drive Meme

Alpha Complex opened Sunday, July 31st. 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.

In a bid to win sympathy and new recruits, the Frankenstein Destroyers - a secret society within Alpha who sees all bots as enemies, has uploaded a virus that is affecting all bots within the complex.

For the next twenty four hours, every bot you see will be the enemy. Your assigned Personal Digital Companion(PDC), a personal communication device, has turned on you and is intentionally misfiring your texts, phone calls and videos. The Bouncy Bubble Beverage machine in the cafeteria is shooting out bottles at passers by at high speeds. The high tech vacuum cleaner used to vacuum your clearance level's common room is attempting to suck up everything in sight. Elevators are trying to coerce people to climb out, so they can behead them. That adorable Petbot you purchased last week is trying to tear your throat out. That Guardbot from the Armed Services Sector is attempting to take out citizens, one by one. Autocars are driving themselves, right onto sidewalks and through windows...

Will you fight for your right to exist or hole up somewhere safe until the chaos passes?

Do not fear, citizen! The Computer and it's high advisors are working to restore order.

In the meantime, be safe and beware of bots and traitors!

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If she's a ... what ... a personification of the system? ... then she's not real.

Too many people - things - Elliot has interacted with aren't real.

But then, he's crazy.

He watches Root with wide-eyes; it feels like his heart is beating too fast and too hard. He doesn't like it here.

She looks like she knows what he's been doing, and worse yet, like she knows how he did it. He could do better off the grid, or in the dark corners of it, anyway.

"What do you normally look like?" he asks, zeroing in on what he can best understand, or at least deal with at the moment.

A figure drops from the rafters, former red jumpsuit fashioned into something more resembling a superhero costume, including a mask tied across his face. He appeared from the shadows almost like he'd been invisible before he dropped, landing in a crouch and swinging a leg out to unbalance another guardbot moving towards her.

"You seemed to be holding your own," he comments cheerfully as he rises, spinning to slam what looked like a round blade into the chestplate of the falling guardbot, cutting into its wiring. Sparks fly momentarily before the bot powers down, the lights fading out to nothing as it hits the ground. "But I thought I'd help anyway."

Her eyebrows furrow for a moment in reaction to the question. She assumes he's referring to her comment about his roommates, and shrugs again. Root does a lot of shrugging.

"I'm ORANGE clearance, but it clashes with my complexion. Back-- wherever I come from, I was more fond of black." Everything's always a little bit of a joke-- makes it easier to swallow how vastly wrong everything about the world is, now. Root gestures to her coveralls, to the black tank top underneath them. She then nods back at Elliott; happy for now to have the conversation he'd like to have.

"What about you?"

"I'm - " he gestures to the clothing he's been given. Whatever level that is.

Elliot prefers black too. He misses his hoody like he misses a body part.

"Where are you from?"

Normally, he's not good at small talk. Here, though, trapped as they all are, he isn't sure he has a choice.

"New York, 2016." With how panicked he looks, it's probably best not to answer as glibly as she might otherwise. 'From the data on a server I can't find' is a little much for a newbie. She knows, she's made the mistake of talking about the clones too fast before.

Root forgets that not everyone is OK with the idea that down to their DNA, people are just code. Poorly-written, half-compounded, glitching out all over each other. But it gives her a sense of clarity and calm. Maybe she's crazy too.

"We're all from the past. Some further than others, but-- we're not glitches. Not the way the natives here want everyone to believe, anyway."

It probably wouldn't surprise Elliot to find out that he's all code. It would be reassuring, really. Of course, he knows about DNA and all that.

"New York," he says, honing in on that. 2015 for him, though. He coughs up info, simply because that's what polite people do and he's not sure that it matters either way. "I'm from there, too."

She can't exactly say why she prefers something as simple as a bow and arrow for weapon of choice, but Kate's come to realize that there are some things you just don't question. At least that's what that video seemed to imply. Or was it that there are some things you are supposed to question? Whatever. Now's not the time for debate.

The trio of Guardbots are getting closer and Kate's no closer to getting her group of citizens inside a safe shelter. She pulls another arrow from her quiver and notches it on her arrow screen. Kate aims at the closest of the three robots, looking away to briefly address the people standing behind there. What are they waiting for? Permission?

"Now'd be a really good time to run!"

Nick still doesn't quite know if he can fully embrace the History of Alpha Complex. Sure, he's been trying to force memories that he doesn't have and ideals that go against everything that every fiber of his being actually does feel. It's just a glitch. The werewolf....no.... he's not a werewolf, he's not a mutant, the man.... Nick is just, simply, a man...the man has definitely been having more trouble than he's willing to admit. He got through the introduction through sheer force of will, somehow, and he's just been doing what he's been told he's supposed to since.

Battling the little voice in his head, and the instincts within him is sort of exhausting, though, if Nick's being honest with himself. He wishes it were easier to just ignore the false memories. Bitterly, he can't help but wonder why, if these people are aware of the glitches, they aren't doing more to get rid of them and to make things easier on everyone? To him that's easier than letting people feel and get sucked into the memories that are completely wrong. The struggle sucks.

Nick still doesn't feel like a clone, though.

Sighing, the tall man reaches up to rake a hand through his hair, as he enters the common room. It takes him a moment to realize that the place is a mess and that something is quite obviously off. And then another moment passes before he realizes that the vacuum is heading for him. "What the hell?" Nick pops out of the tall man's mouth, as he sidesteps the machine with a frown in place....and then again as the thing continues it's determined pursuit. Nick, who is clearly far too big for the damn thing to actually suck up, can't help but cock his head. "Seriously?"

Fighting the urge to pick the piece of machinery up and smash it, knowing that he doesn't have the actual strength that his false memories make him feel like he has, Nick instead takes several steps back (glad for his height in this moment) to put space between him and the vacuum, and once it zooms in his direction, he aims a swift kick at the thing. There was a satisfaction that hit Nick at the show of aggression, and he contemplates kicking the damn thing again, but decides he better not.

So, instead of giving into his baser urges, Nick turns, surprise hitting him immediately as he registers the fact that there is another person standing there, and smiles a bit. "The vacuum cleaner started it!" Nick gestures backward, where said vacuum cleaner (which despite having been kicked pretty hard, is now attempting to fizz back to it's purpose...to suck everything ever up), with a look on his face that can only be described as a mixture of amusement and sheepishness.

The shots ring out loud across the square and Barry's first instinct is to duck for cover and to yell out for others to do the same. He's not sure where the shots are coming from, but before he can do anything there's a man yelling for people to run. Barry sees the guardbot marching towards them just as he's taken down.

His breath rushes out of him as part of the statue in the middle of the fountain breaks off with a shot that could've easily hit him if he hadn't been knocked off his feet. Strong arms are pulling him back up as if he weighs nothing and urging him to run.

"Not really," Barry says, as the guardbot takes aim again. He makes a dash for the nearest cement wall, urging the stranger to move with him. They get behind cover a second before fire opens up on the front of the building. Barry takes the temporary moment of safety to offer his hand. "Barry Allen."

Xander finds himself humming the opening song to the Teela O'Malley show as he steps out onto the street of Alpha Complex. He's pretty sure that if he never hears that woman's voice again, it will be too soon, but the tune is weirdly and annoyingly catchy. He gave in to the video six hours in because he's pretty sure making someone watch the same infomercial a dozen times is one of the most inhumane torture methods he's ever run into and he likes to think he's seen his share.

So now he's a not-so-free citizen of Alpha Complex, the kind of bleak future that English Teachers the world over warned of when students like him slept through 1984. He's barely made it half a block before a window above him explodes and he's suddenly staring down the barrel of... what? It's almost like the Daleks from Doctor Who, but boxier and with slightly better aim.

He holds up his hands. "Whoa, whoa. Don't shoot! I'm a legal citizen."

He thinks.

Pietro doesn't waste time giving his comeback before he takes off sprinting along with the other man to round the center wall there, taking cover behind him. Crouching beside the stranger, Pietro smirks a little, shaking his hand. “You could have fooled me, Barry Allen,” he teases. “I am Pietro. Pietro Maximoff,” he introduces himself.

More shots ring out and Pietro ducks a bit more by reflex when he hears a ricochet off the wall behind which the two men are hiding.

“Mutation from my glitch would be so useful right now,” he mutters to himself as he starts looking around for their best exit. Staying here is only asking for more trouble. Eventually, that Guardbot is going to figure out that it'll be easier to round the wall than try to shoot them through it.

“That way, you know where it goes?” he asks, nodding toward an open door several years off to their right. The least amount of debris -- turned over chairs, abandoned personal belongings prior had been carrying, and broken pieces of the fountain are littering the area now -- clutter the distance between them and it, so even though it's further away than the hallway from which he'd come and with which Pietro is familiar, there are far less hazards to show them down or trip them up as they make a break for it.

Yeah, Buffy had been surprised about the co-ed lodgings as well. The soda thing, at least, isn't an every day occurrence. Neither is the robot arm wielding. She's generally able to make do with just her fists. She's definitely not used to anyone else occupying this room, but she knew they'd gotten new arrivals today. She'd just sort of forgotten about it in the chaos that was today.

Her face flushes red when he starts saying he starts with the rambling. The urge to punch him is tempered and stifled when he apologizes. It's even a little endearing.

Buffy's brows go up at his protests. When he emphasises the are that way she sighs a little. "You saw Andrew's videos on youtube, didn't you?" It's better than Harmony's show at least.

It's not really the name that catches his attention, although it is somewhat of a relief that apparently someone knows him in this crazy place, but it's the voice. He knows that voice. It's not a glitch, it's not just a memory, it's real and it's--

It's Steve. Glancing over his shoulder, he sees Steve and a mix of emotions feel like they swirl inside him. Because yeah, it is good to see someone he knows, but at the same time... Well. It's not like the last memory Tony has of him is a pleasant one, exactly. For a second he can only think of Siberia, of what was done in that fight, and he unconsciously hits his pistol against the bot a little harder to try and knock it back.

"A little help here, Rogers?"

He hates asking for it, but he knows he can't quite take down this bot on his own. Maybe if Steve were to distract the damn thing, Tony could try to jump on the bot's back and find a way to deactivate it.

Cisco looks sheepishly back at her and gives a little shrug of his shoulders. Sorry. He's kind of a nerd. If, by kind of, he means a total nerd, who just so happens to usually be able to keep it under control and out of view to the general public. No dice, this time. Buffy the freaking Vampire Slayer. In his room. ...or he's in her room. Their room, which is even cooler, actually.

"Sorry," he says and he sounds like he means it, and he does, but it's still so awesome to be in the same room with her, he can't seem to wipe the stupid grin off his face. "Anyway. Yeah, sorry. So, what's with the robot arm? Tell me you're starting a new, Alpha-version of baseball and I'm totally in," he jokes.

Okay. Well, that gets her attention. She jumps back into a defensive position. She hasn't met many people in a mask, but her initial feeling is not good. However, he cast doubts on her initial feeling when he takes out the guardbot.

She relaxes a little, lowering the robot arm that she's confiscated (yeah, we'll go with that) and gives him a puzzled look. "I'm all about not looking gift help in the mouth," she quips, tilting her head at him. "What's with the mask?"

He holds his fighting stance for a moment just in case she decides to attack him on reflex, but she seems in control enough that she isn't about to start a fight with him, so he relaxes as well now that the immediate danger's passed. At her question, he laughs slightly.

"Well, technically it's to keep people from finding out who I am, the computer's sort of..." he waves a hand, he isn't sure it's too wise to go into that. There's something about her that makes him think she might be a special, but he doesn't want to just assume "never mind, it's a long story. Actually, though, I'm just kind of used to it, I used to do it a lot." he sticks a hand out to her.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Robin."

Well, it is a catchy tune. She'll give him that. She's filing the informercial bit away for future reference. What? Vampires hate infomercials too!

Somehow, she doesn't think this is what their English teachers had in mind. Xander would run into the attacking guard bots instead of, say, the rogue vending machine. Always with the danger.

Buffy comes along just in time to see them pointing weapons at Xander. She barrels into him, knocking him with her shoulder and out of the way of the bots so that she has a clear shot to attack the bot herself. She knocks it's arm upward so that it fire into the ceiling instead of into Xander then sweeps its legs out from underneath it so that it lands on the ground.

No worries. She's quite fond of a nerd or two. One of them rarely manages to keep it under control and the other never does, hence the youtube videos. At least he's not trying to kill her. That's generally the sort of fanservice she gets. Their room now. Sorry, Cisco, but she'll be more careful about undressing in the future.

She shakes her head, dismissing the apology silently. He doesn't need to apologize, mostly because the grin is adorable. "Have you gotten a good look at what's going on outside?" she asks then shrugs. "Destruction of property is sort of what I do." As for the last part, he makes her grin. "I may have to actually look into starting a league."

Has he gotten a good look? "Well, I almost got run over by a car. Indoors. So..." he replies with a humorless huff where a laugh would've been if that hadn't actually just happened and he wasn't still secretly kind of shaking off the encounter, because holy crap, it's scary almost getting hit by a car, okay? Especially when you're inside where it should never happen.

"I can dig that," he says, approving. "Destruction of Property should be your team name when you start that league. Dibs on your team," he adds before flopping back down on the bed finally and rolling onto his side so that his back is to her. "You should change, so you're not all covered in Bouncy Bubbly anymore. I didn't mean to interrupt. Just let me know when you're done, cool?"

"Oh god oh god oh god OH MY GOD!"

Felicity was running, stumbling, trying very hard to get away from someone's adorable now-deadly pet bot when she dashed into the nearest RED room she could find, slammed the door closed behind her, and leaned her entire body against it as a body block.

"Deep breaths Felicity. Deep breaths." Her eyes were scrunched closed, until she takes one tiny one-eyed peak around the room.

"C-Cisco?"

The sudden entry and subsequent slam of the door followed by the incessant metallic barking on the other side of it shocks Cisco into attention. He looks up at the bespectacled blonde and recognizes her just as she registers recognition of him.

"Felicity?" he asks, his voice talking over hers before he can stop it. Getting to his feet, Cisco huffs incredulous relief. It's good to see a familiar face, even if…is she, though? Or is she just a figment of his imagination. This glitch crap is so confusing.

"Hey! I didn't know you were here," he adds, pushing the thought away. She seems to know him, so maybe she's not just some hot tech nerd he made up as an imaginary girlfriend or something. Oh God, he's not that pathetic, is he? Please say he isn't that guy, now...

He barely gets to finish his sentence before she's dashes in for a hug. "It is so good to see you! Anyone really, that I recognize at all."

She pulls back, hands still on his shoulders, so she can look him in the eye. "Wait. I didn't mean it like- like I'm not glad to see you. I am glad to see you." Another robot bark from outside the door causes Felicity to wince.

She never believed this glitch theory. What she did worry about however, was the robots. Computers weren't supposed to fight back. Humans used computers to fight back, sure. But computers themselves? This was not how they're supposed to work.

Tony's voice snaps Steve out of whatever shock he was experiencing in the moment, and he takes off, running down the hall at full speed. Questions could wait until later.

When he's about halfway there, Steve leaps into the air, driving his shield down so the centrifugal force carries him a full 360 degrees around him in midair — and once he touches ground again, he lets the metal fly. It slams right into the Guardbot, leaving not only a dent, but a small breach into it's inside wiring.

"I see that," Felicity blurts out, upon realizing that her ridiculous decision to just stand there and watch a man kick a vacuum cleaner has been ... for lack of better word, discovered. "You look very strong ... and ... muscular."

Oh god what was she saying.

"And by muscular I mean, very well armed to take on the vacuum cleaner. Which, clearly needs to be taken. Care of."

It's obvious that she would have kept going, except now the vacuum cleaner was bumping over and over again into Nick's shoe — a sad little whirling sound only a remnant of the once powerful and mighty roar it had.

Nick can't help the full-on smile that pulls at his mouth. He has never been one to waste a perfectly good compliment, or at least that was the memory that he had of himself. Though, as far as he can recall he's also never gotten into a physical altercation with a vacuum cleaner either. So, really, he's sure if that's true, but he has no actual plans of wasting a perfectly good compliment. "Why thank you."

Nick winks, playfully, and without even the tiniest bit of shame for how obvious the gesture is, even as the adorable blonde continues to talk.

"Clearly." Nick nods in agreement, turning his head to give the pathetic vacuum cleaner an amused look. "Considering the damn thing won't give up." Nick moves his foot back and then nails the thing again with a swift kick, sending it skidding...again before he turns his attention back to the attractive bespectacled woman. "Now, back to how well armed and muscular I am." Nick jokes, though, it's not as if he doesn't believe what he's saying, considering he is muscular.

"I'm Nick, and I think I bought myself at least a minute or two, so what's your name, beautiful?"

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Nick Sorrentino | Bitten

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