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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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Isaac Lahey | Teen Wolf

[scarvesandsadness]

Two days of watching an educational video on Alpha Complex was more than enough.

Perhaps he is a clone. Perhaps he's nothing more than the chemically manufactured offspring of a boy who had too many bad memories to carry around with him, and if Isaac is honest with himself, it's easy to believe, more he thinks about it. Why would he want to convince himself that he spent his life abused and abandoned, alone and scared? It's easier to project that onto the carrier his genes were taken from. Maybe that's the denial talking, or maybe it was the non-stop droning of Teela that broke him down. Either way, he believes it, even though the memories - glitches - make his chest feel tight and his stomach twist. They said it would pass. So it would pass.

That doesn't fix his mood, though. Two days of being reminded of who he was left Isaac exhausted and starving, which raises another question. If they make clones, why make them exact copies instead of advanced beings who didn't need trivial things like food and water? He quickly pushes the thought to the back of his head; inappropriate. He can't think those things. Thinking those things is dangerous. He can't be dangerous. Clones aren't dangerous.

He's practically dragging his feet as he moves through the cafeteria, having just been released from his 'reeducation', and Isaac is barely aware of the world around him until someone - something - pelts him hard in the side of the head, almost knocking him on his feet.

"Fu- what the hell?" He snaps angrily before turning to see his attacker, the anger in his expression melting away into confusion when no one stood before the Bouncy Bubble Beverage machine. He almost turns to look around before he sees another bottle rocket out of it with speed that would almost be impressive if it wasn't absolutely ridiculous, and it happens so fast that he doesn't have time to dodge before it hits him squarely in the chest. "Fuck!" It slips this time in both shock and irritation, hand moving to his chest as he stares at the vending machine in disbelief. "Hey, is anybody going to fix this thing?" He sure as hell can't, so he yells it at the cafeteria as a whole, turning around to move away before- another bottle hits him in the back of the head. His jaw tightens with indignation. Clones aren't dangerous.

Clones aren't dangerous. But vending machines are assholes.

With a mixture of his already short temper and the exhaustion set in him within the past two days, Isaac spins and bends down to scoop up a discarded bottle on the ground and, without thought or reason, throws it as hard as he can back at the vending machine. It spits out another, as if mocking his effort, and Isaac dodges before picking up another and throwing that one too. If his first fight in the 'free world' is with a vending machine, then he supposes he's already doing better than his predecessor was. Besides. The machine started it.

[sanguinescry]

Lydia always drags Barry to lunch with her now. Always. She only ever leaves his sight once they get to the cafeteria, because the last time she went to lunch without him, she was dragged into a supply closet and nearly beaten to death. It isn't an experience she wants to re-live and opening the door to it is a bad idea. Once they actually get to the cafeteria, though, they tend to separate to get their (awful) food before meeting up again. She's noticed that the bots seem to be on the rampage today and she's largely been able to avoid too much fall out from it, but when she heads over to get a Bounce Bubble Beverage, she can't help noticing that maybe that's not such a good idea today.

If it isn't bad enough that the stupid machine is spitting out bottles at passersby, one of the other Alphas is picking a damn fight with it. It isn't until she's a little closer — because, really, how can she not watch someone having a bitch fight with a vending machine? Reasons for a good laugh are few and far between in this hell hole, after all — that she actually recognizes him.

The words leave her mouth before she has a chance to bite them back and she's immediately regretful for having asked at all, because she's one for two right now after Ronan — not Jackson — and Allison. "Isaac? Isaac Lahey...?"

Her lips press together and she almost — almost — takes off at that before he can turn around, just in case it isn't him; just in case he's one of the masked assholes from the Anti-Specials, since she wouldn't know the difference anyway if he hadn't been one of the ones talking, but curiosity gets the best of her.

[scarvesandsadness]

Isaac is so wrapped up in his newfound war with the vending machine who decided that his day wasn't shitty enough as it was, that he doesn't noticed someone approaching him. It sounds strange, hearing his voice in a soft, almost meek voice, perhaps because he's spent the past 48 hours convincing himself that his name doesn't really matter because it's not really his name to begin with. Whatever it is, it catches his attention, and his head turns as his hand pauses mid-throw to spot a familiar face that he hadn't seen in years.

No - felt as if he hadn't seen in years. He definitely hadn't seen her before because he didn't exist before. Right.

The sight of Lydia Martin catches him so off guard that Isaac's hand slowly lowers, Bouncy Bubbly Juice whatever still in his grip, and he stares at her with disbelief and vague confusion for a stretched moment of silence. "...Lydia?" He speaks her name quietly as if frightened that he may be overheard, because acknowledging that he knows it is acknowledging that he remembers it, and he doesn't want to get sent back to reconditioning. No - education. He doesn't want to get sent back to be educated.

Because if these were his memories, he hasn't seen her in almost two years. If these were his memories, he didn't leave at the best of times. But they weren't. So it shouldn't matter, and she should admit that she was mistaken and go on her way. He spends so long looking at her that the vending machine managed to get one last good hit in, pegging him with a bottle squarely in the back, and Isaac gives a frustrated grunt before spinning and slinging the bottle in his hand, hitting the machine so hard that it's lights flicker. He winces as if feeling pain for it before quickly stepping away. The last thing he needs is to get reprimanded because of some stupid vending machine.

He turns with a dazed look, as if surprised that she's still there, and his mouth moves as if with something to say while his words fail him. Finally he looks away, unable to keep himself from falling into the habit of avoiding eye contact. "I'm not-" he stops abruptly. He's not Isaac. Or he is, just a different one. Or he's the new Isaac. He doesn't know who he is, and that makes it hard to tell her that she's wrong. "I was just getting a drink..."

[sanguinescry]

A soft smile pulls at the corners of Lydia's mouth and she gives a subtle nod to let him know that he's right, while not vocalizing it because she can tell by his mannerisms and the quiet tone she can't remember hearing after he took the bite that he's fresh out of orientation; scared. She opens her mouth to undo all Teela’s hard work on Isaac the way she'd done with Allison, but she closes it again, thinking better of it. Allison had a good life, for the most part. One worth remembering. Isaac...well. Lydia doesn't want to be the one to tell him that the “glitches” of his dad beating the crap out of him aren't glitches at all.

The way he stumbles over his words almost reminds Lydia of the way he'd been when she'd thought he was too insignificant to pay attention to and she feels bad thinking that. She's forgotten about the machine in her distraction and when it spits out another bottle she hears hitting him in the back with a dull thump, she winces for him and looks apologetic before he turns to throw the bottle in his hand at the machine, at which point, she has to press her lips together and cover her mouth to keep from letting inappropriately-timed laughter bubble up.

“Yeah, I can see that,” she comments with a smirk, nodding at the vending machine and looking amused. It's been a while. They've never been close, but all the same, the sentiment slips and she finds that she means it once it's been said. “...it's good to see you again, Isaac.”