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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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[smoak]

It was crazy how much clothing helped you identify people. Especially when you're talking about Felicity Smoak. But even dressed in a terribly colored RED jumpsuit, Felicity always felt like she looked like a space cadet or something. So it wasn't the worst. But the time for pondering fashion was over when the lights in the hallway started exploding.

She would have blamed it on a power surge, but for some reason, it felt like each light was exploding only when she was near it. So Felicity made a run for it. It's what Oliver or Thea or Laurel would do. They wouldn't just stand here in the hallway hoping that the lights don't burn them.

When she gets to the end of the hall, she's nearly going to run straight past him when Oliver shoves her behind him and Felicity's eyes grow wide. There was no way that it was him. No way, she told herself. But then she saw the bow and arrows, and Felicity hugged him from behind. "Oliver!"

It was a dumb move. He hadn't seen her, not really. And when you put your arms around someone — from behind no less — who's basically a trained assassin who was simultaneously shooting arrows, there might be terrible consequences. But Felicity didn't think that far ahead, she was too happy and shocked and relieved to see him here.

[greenhood]

Oliver did tense when he felt the arms come around him, but he hesitated when he heard the voice, one he was intimately familiar with. Felicity. A part of him had been in despair, knowing he'd probably never see her again, but he'd mostly been happy that she'd never have to deal with this place. Knowing she was here, he wasn't sure whether he was glad personally or worried for her safety. But he did know one thing. He was going to keep her safe, no matter the cost.

His arrow hit metal and did nothing to stop the oncoming machine and he reached behind him to encourage Felicity to slowly back away with him. Maybe if they could get someplace out of harm's way for a minute, she could do her magic and shut them down. At the very least, he'd have a moment to just look at her before it all went to hell. He preferred the former, but the latter was enough for him.

"We're going to take this nice and easy," he said as they walked back step by step. "And if I tell you to run, run and don't look back." Because it meant that things were about to get very ugly and he didn't want her to have to worry about him.

[smoak]

His reach is enough to get her walking and to back away as he does. She releases him, just so its easier for Oliver to well ... do anything really, but her hands refuse to leave his waist.

When he tells her how she's supposed to run on his mark, she knows she should listen. Staying meant that she'd be a distraction, another person he'd need to protect and it would pull his focus. But Felicity just can't do it. She can't agree.

"No." It came out a lot firmer that she'd anticipated. Felicity was a little proud of that, actually. "Oliver, I can't just leave you." Not after being here without him for so many days. "I can't have finally found you just to leave you here."

[greenhood]

He loved her; she frustrated the hell out of him. He wanted to kiss her; he wanted to throttle her. It was an unsteady mix of emotions in an unstable situation, but above it all was the fact that he would do anything to protect her, even if that meant she ended up pissed at him. Or worse. As long as she was safe, he could live if she never talked to him again.

"Yes," he replied, steel in his voice. No, something harder than steel. Adamantium, maybe. Because there were times she'd managed to talk him or bully him into something, but he wouldn't budge when it came to her safety. "You can. I'll be right behind you, I promise."

He felt a tinge of guilt at that. He'd made a promise once that he wouldn't keep things from her again, that things would be different. And now he was lying to her. He wasn't going to follow her. Not right away. Maybe not at all, but he preferred not to be pessimistic. Just realistic. And realism said that he had a chance of surviving this depending on whether he could figure out a way to take the machine down and whether there were more out there like this one.

[smoak]

There's skepticism mixed with concern on her face, but because he's in front of her, Felicity knows he can't quite see it. She doesn’t actually believe him, but still, Oliver was promising to be right behind her. He said the words. Promises are supposed to mean something, right?

Fine.

Plus, she's the one who's been hiding things from him lately — helping out the team when they were supposed to be disconnected in Ivy Town. She loves him and she doesn’t want to lose him, but Felicity doesn’t want protecting her to be the reason he dies either.

He’ll be able to feel her hands let go of his waist. It’s as much of a confirmation as Oliver was going to get.

“Just remember. Sometimes machines are just like humans. Whatever is powering that thing is probably located in its chest. It’s where I would put the battery and CPU.”

On his count, she was ready to run.

[greenhood]

He wanted to tell her that he loved her. Just in case whatever happened next was fatal. But at the same time, he didn't want to burden her with the worry. She knew he was coming after her. She trusted that he'd have her back and that was the thought that was killing him. If he couldn't come up with a way to bring this thing down, he might not be able to save her the next time. His grip on the bow tightened. It just meant that he'd have to be true to his word. He'd have to follow her.

He looked at the machine. In the chest, she'd said. Not much chance of opening it up with an arrow. He didn't have a working gun. Gun.

He took another step back, brushing aside his fingers along her side for more for his own benefit than hers.

"I don't suppose you have a working gun?"

[smoak]

She was actually about to say yes, she did have a gun, when Felicity realized that it didn't have any ammo. They'd distributed them when she arrived, but she'd never been assigned a mission.

"Just an empty one," she says, as his fingers brush against her, and more than normal, she wishes there wasn't a homicidal robot targeting them right now.

Maybe it was pure luck, but an explosion further down the hall erupts, and the robot actually turns around, its sensors attempting to figure out the bigger threat. Maybe it was time to run. She can almost hear Oliver giving her the mark anytime now.