outofalpha | July/August Test Drive Meme

Entry tags:

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!

Please post your character name and fandom in the subject line.
Mingle Together. Explore Together. Adventure Together.
Premise | Setting Information | New Arrival Introduction

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

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?"

"I'd heard they were doing that, but I haven't seen it. The guard bots are also attacking and the vending machine has aspirations of being an automatic machine gun. In here is safer." It doesn't seem as if anything is attacking in here and now she's here so that makes him safer. She's assuming he's not a special, but she doesn't know that for sure.

She ducks her head, grinning at that. She might even blush a little. "You'll be my first pick." Especially since he rolls over so that his back is to her. It's sweet and endearing and not something a lot of guys his age would do. "Thanks," she says quietly as she grabs another jumpsuit and quickly strips out of the sticky one. She steps into the clean one and zips it up, then reaches for a brush. "You're good now," she tells him as she takes her hair out of it's pony tail and starts brushing it. "You never told me your name."

Cisco takes in a deep breath and lets it out in a huff. "Yeah, so...that's an actual thing that's happening, yes," he confirms. "I heard about the vending machine. I was about to call bullshit, but then you busted in here covered in soda and started taking your clothes off, so..." He smirks a little, mostly because he's teasing.

"A wise decision, Buffy. A very wise decision," he says playfully and he does mean playfully, because Cisco probably couldn't play ball if someone paid him to try. He didn't suck too bad at tee ball when he was four, but he hasn't played since, so it's his best guess that he'd be awful now. Especially without the tee.

"No problem." At her prompt, Cisco rolls over again to face her. "Crap, I didn't, did I? Sorry. Cisco. Cisco Ramon. Nice to meet you."

"I'm not even sure that's the weirdest thing that's ever attacked me," she responds then rolls her eyes at him, managing to mostly not blush at that reminder. "Pleased to provide you with proof of the craziness outside these walls." Teasing is okay. She appreciates it most of the time.

Buffy would still pick him for her baseball team because she likes him so far. Besides, she's (probably) good enough at that sort of thing for the both of them. She'll just have to make sure she doesn't accidentally hurt someone.

She smiles at him. "It's okay. We've already established you were distracted." Now she's teasing him (and flirting a little, which she tends to do with cute boys and usually awkwardly). "It's nice to meet you too," she assures him as she starts combing through her hair, grateful that she didn't leave it down today.

"Definitely not the craziest thing that's ever attacked me or mine, so I get you. Just saying," Cisco says, still grinning. If the worst in this place is a rogue vending machine and cars, he figures there's worse places to be stuck in the interim between now and when he gets home.

Letting out a hearty laugh, Cisco leans his head back with it for a moment before looking back at her. "Oh, it's like that now? I see how it is. It's like that, okay," he says playfully. "So long have you been enjoying the privacy my presence is obliterating?" he wonders aloud. How long has she been here, exactly?

She can't help but grin at that. "I think you're going to fit in here just fine, Cisco." Probably better than fine with that attitude. She's not sure it will be easy for him, but is it for anyone?

She grins and shrugs as if to say 'yeah, it's like that'. She doesn't mind it being like that. She thinks about it a moment. "A week and a half, maybe two. I kind of lose track of time here, at least time spent here."

He isn't sure whether that's a good thing or a bad thing, really, considering the place they're in, but he takes it as a compliment, because he's pretty sure that's how she means it. "Small favors, huh? Nothing worse than being the awkward new kid nobody likes."

Cisco appreciates her sense of humor and willingness to go with the flow he's throwing down. They're going to get along just fine. He's never had a roommate that was a girl before, but Cisco gets the feeling this arrangement is going to work out just fine. "Oh good, that'll make time either fly or crawl, I guess..."

She definitely means it as a compliment. "Well, I like you so you don't have to worry about that," she tells him. Her nose scrunches up a bit then. "Not that I've ever really been in the popular crowd. At least not since the whole slay girl thing happened." It had ceased to bother her a long time ago. She hadn't wanted to run with Harmony's crowd. She still didn't, come to think of it.

She's a flow girl. Or...you know, good at going with the flow. Something like that. She thinks they're going to get along too. They already are, so that's a good indication of future relationship type things, right? She's never had a roommate that was a boy either, so they're very same boat-y. She's got a good feeling about it in any case. "Like a turtle," she quips. "Because...turtles crawl. Sort of? They're slow?" Words. Buffy can do them.

Cisco smirks. "One is better than none, especially when she's pretty," he says with a casual shrug that doesn't match the smirk at all. He thinks himself a ladies man, in spite of the fact that he's proven time and time again that he very much...isn't.

The fact that she's still talking to him is a miracle in and of itself, if only because he hasn't managed to say something horribly off-putting in an attempt to be flirtatious. That seems to get him every time. "I'll take it. I'd have gone with snail, personally, but they don't crawl, I guess, so turtle is totally on the board."

Oooh they've entered obvious flirting territory. It's been awhile since Buffy's been flirted with. She smiles at the flirtation. "That's always been my opinion. Or two." Her brow furrows as she realizes how that might sound. "Not that--I mean. Friends. A crowd. I mean. There was Willow and Xander back home." She'd gathered more people and more friends over the years, but Xander and Willow had always been her constants. He might not be a ladies man, but he is adorkable and Buffy thinks that's better. She doesn't have time for ladies men.

She's just as prone to foot-in-mouth disease so he'll get some slack when and if he does. "Yeah, they sort of ooze, don't they? I considered baby, but decided that one might be weirder than turtle. Also, I've heard babies can crawl pretty fast."

He almost laughs — almost — at that, but instead, his grin just gets bigger and after she backpedals for a second, he nods. He had a feeling that he knew what she meant but now he knows for sure. "I get you," he says after a moment, letting her off the hook.

"Yeah, no, baby would've been weird in that context, I feel like. Baby would've been a poor decision. We'll go with turtles," he agrees with a quiet laugh. "So what do you think, Buffy? Take pause and stay away from whatever the hell is going on out there for a little bit or are you spoiling for another fight with a robot? Because if I can find something to use for batting practice, I'm totally down with some bot destruction right about now."

She's very grateful for being let off the hook. She'll repay him some day when he puts his foot in his mouth.

"That's me. Good Decision Girl," she quips. She tilts her head, pretending to consider his proposal before grinning. "Give me a bot and two minutes. I'll have you something to use for batting practice." Which clearly means 'come on, let's go'. She gets to get feet, grabbing up the robot arm again. "Stick close to me."

Belatedly, Cisco realizes that it's probably going to hurt him more than it hurts the robots to bust them up like that, but on the plus side, he can steal parts.

This time, he does laugh. "That is literally the worst name for a bot-destroying bad ass, geez, do I have to do everything, Buffy? Honestly," he teases. He follows her to the door. "Listen, cover me while I snag parts? I want to see what makes them tick, because then maybe we can figure out how to fix the bug making them wig out."

That's what he's got her to do the busting. She'll bust. He'll steal.

"Okay," she says with a hint of a challenge in her voice. "What would you call me? I mean, in addition to Buffy, the Vampire Slayer and The Chosen One?" She nods a little. "Consider yourself covered." And she starts out the door, robot arm raised. She's going to stick to the walls.

It's not long until they're attacked. Buffy will do her best to keep the bot away from Cisco as she pummels, pounds and kicks.

Cisco moves with her and huffs an incredulous laugh. "How the crap am I supposed to nickname you before I see you in action? Do you know how much thought goes into naming metahumans? A lot. A lot of thought, Buffy, I do not take this job lightly, you know," he tells her with feigned seriousness in his tone.

He stays close but a few steps behind her, because hey, he has no problem letting a girl be the bad ass right now, especially when she's the one with the makeshift weapon. It doesn't take long before they come face to face with one of the security bots and Cisco ducks reflexively the first time Buffy swings the disembodied robot arm at the thing.

Until he has a weapon, too, then he's just going to stay the hell out of the way and let Buffy do her thing.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

July/August Test Drive Meme

Alpha Complex Test Drive Meme

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject