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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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When she offered her hand, Derek took it and shook her hand. "Nice to meet you, Elsa." There was a difference between knowing someone's name and actually meeting them, as far as he was concerned, so even though he'd already known it, it was nice for her to introduce herself anyway. That way, it shifted a little; now he knew it on Elsa's terms. That felt decidedly better to Derek.

"You don't have any idea what you could've done?" he asked. Was that sympathy on his face? Surely not...

This place was hard enough to navigate physically as it was, because the layout was a hot mess, but trying to also navigate the ridiculous rules while also trying to pretend to be unaware of the rules entirely was a feat, that was for sure. He couldn't blame her for not knowing, but he wondered if she thought about it long enough, if she could come up with a general idea so that he could try to help her weigh her options here. He'd take the fall for failing a mission; Derek imagined that to be a lesser punishment than most other things because, after all, he was only human.

Human. Not werewolf. Weak, breakable, fragile little human.

She shook her head.

"I don't know. I-I-I haven't done anything since arriving here," she started, starting to stutter a little. "I...actually kind of like it here. I'm normal here. My parents would be happy if I--" She shook her head. No. Anna accepted her for who she was, her kingdom accepted her for who she was. She even helped her aunt accept who they were.

Elsa gave a small chuckle. "Trust me, if we were home where I am, this whole place would've been covered by frost or ice, depending how scared I get."

She looked up at him.

"Oh--could that be why?" she asked quietly. Her powers may have been accepted by the people of Arendelle but not guaranteed elsewhere.

Derek's eyebrows lifted with interest when Elsa cut herself off. He was patient, though; he didn't prompt her to continue, he just waited for her to do it on her own. What he wasn't expecting was to hear that she had some sort of mutant abilities. Latent, like his own, or deleted perhaps; he wasn't really sure how that all worked.

"But you can't do it now?" he asked. "Whatever, the ice thing? You could do it home but you can't do it now while you're here?"

Because that's a thing Derek's been struggling with. Elsa might have been happy about it for her own part, but Derek felt slow and weak and he hated being fragile. He missed being a werewolf.

She looked up at him from her hands.

"I..." She chose her words carefully, giving a small laugh. "I kind of like being like everyone else. But there's...it feels like there's just something missing. The world's a little less colorful." She gave a frustrated noise and looked at her hands. "I used to be afraid of my powers. Then my sister and our kingdom proved that I had nothing to be afraid of. But all this time, I...I wanted to know what it was like to be normal. I got that for a few days here. I like it."

She looked at him again. "I'm sure that sounds...out of place. Or not normal. I--" Elsa paced a little. "It's nice not being afraid of accidentally freezing someone. Or hurting someone."

If they weren't in such a garbage situation right now, Cisco might actually try to flirt with her after a comment like that. How could he not want to, you know? She's beautiful and she's right there, he's only a man, after all.

He looks over briefly when he hears her moving and, actually, he can't help thinking that's kind of a good idea. So he follows suit, because that's probably a better way to get to a resting heart rate faster, anyway, right?

"We're nearly there, so there is that, at least," he says between breaths, offering a weak smile. "...I'm Cisco, by the way."

"Oh yeah, that must really suck," he begins with a sarcastic drawl, arms thrown into the air. "You being armed and ready to shoot me. How difficult for you." His arms drop to his sides as he continues to circle in one spot, trying to get of feel on where the hell she is. Every time he steps he gives away his location, so he finally falls still, and after a few lingering seconds of silence he speaks again with the edge giving way to exhaustion.

"You can do it, you know." Despite the fact that he's in immediate danger Wally closes his eyes for a second to run his hand down his face. It's over and he knows it. She's got a gun, hes running on fumes, and as soon as he makes a break for it she's going to know where he is. He's already lost, although she doesn't know it yet. "Just... leave. Act like you didn't find me, there are no cameras here, they would never know." He swallows hard, his back leaning against the wall and his eyes falling to the ground. So this is it, huh? This is how all of the bad he's stopped is going to catch up with him.

It was a good run.

"You know what they're going to do to me." His hand runs through fiery hair. "I'm not going to let that happen. I won't let them tell me who I am, I know who I am. I'd rather you just shoot me. So either shoot me or leave." He says the last part with a new sense of determination as if he's made up his mind. "Because I'm not going back there. Ever."

If they survive this, she will welcome the flirting. She's not really in the right frame of mind to think about flirting and honestly this is the first time in her entire life that she's ever been in life threatening danger. However, once she's no longer in danger, she will find Cisco incredibly good looking and hi, also sweet.

She's pretty sure there's scientific evidence about getting your heart lower than your knees or your feet or...okay, she can't remember. Life threatening danger, remember?

"I could hug you right now. I feel like I've been running since they announced my name earlier." She offers him a smile. She's breathless, but the smile is genuine none the less. "Gracie and it is really nice to meet you."

Bucky gives her a flat look, then retaliates with something slightly cruder this time, but the insult lacks any real heat to it. In fact, the tone isn't that far from one he would have adopted with Steve when they were younger. Less broken by war and life. Nor does he pull away when she touches him. Oh, there's a flinch, but Bucky stuffs it down and seems to accept that help isn't going to be seen as a weakness. Not this time, anyway, although he doesn't trust her not to bring it up in the future.

If they get away far enough to have one of those.

Determined now not to fuck up, he keeps pace with her, ignoring the uncomfortable situation of following anyone's orders but his own, and simply concentrates on staying as quiet as possible. Serum or no, the people who trained him in assassination went on to train people like her, and that kind of physical condition doesn't go away as easily.

When they're finally somewhere she deems safe enough, he makes a quick perimeter sweep before finding a space along the wall that gives him good line-of-sight, and just leans there for a moment or two. Trying to assess any damage. Trying to figure out why she helped him. Why ... a lot of things.

"You hope they won't find us here." Bucky finally looks up, peering at her through an untidy curtain of dark hair. "Yeah. I'm okay. Nothing broken." In case she's worried about having to drag his ass around. "What kinda question is that? My face is just fine, lady. And no, I'm not looking to kill you." Right at this moment.

Then, quiet but clear:

"Thank you."

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Natasha shoots a look in Bucky's direction, a glare with a sharp edge to it, because she doesn't need to be reminded that there's nothing truly safe in this place. "That's all you can do here is hope, Barnes," she responds flatly, holding the look for a lingering moment before she lets it fade away in favor of closing her eyes again. "Really?" She sounds genuinely annoyed now, eyes still shut but brow pinching in frustration. "You still can't remember my damn name? Still?" Perhaps he doesn't remember anything, but he's got some semblance of logic to him. He's not mindless. He's not the same creature that she still has nightmares about with cold metal fingers wrapped around her throat, closing her windpipe...

"Natasha." She finally corrects, sounding both exasperated and defeated. "It's Natasha. It's not that hard to remember. Natasha." Her rigid look fades a little at the muttered show of gratitude though, and Nat slumps against the wall a bit more before giving an audible sigh and opening her eyes to stare at the ceiling through a veil of floating dust. "You're welcome."

He's afraid. He won't say it, but he is and Natasha knows it. It's not that crippling sort of fear that makes you crumble to the ground, gasping for air. People like them don't experience that fear anymore, it's been erased along with the little piece of humanity that it was attached to. It's the kind of fear that you feel in your shoulders. The kind that keeps you up at night with pulsing adrenaline and a racing heart despite how exhausted you are, the kind that makes you realize you may have to put your life into the hands of someone you don't trust. It's the worst kind of fear there is. Sometimes Natasha wishes she knew how to crumble instead.

Knowing that fear herself also means that Natasha knows how hard this is for him. She's sitting right there and yet she's not foolish enough to think that James feels anything but completely alone in that moment. She looks at him again, this time with a softer gaze that Bucky would have no way of knowing is remarkably rare from her. She wants to ask him what he remembers but that's not going to help. The last thing he needs right now is to be interrogated. He'll ask questions if he has them. She doesn't know whats going on in his head, but she does know that she's got more answers now than he does.

"Sit down, James." She says it almost kindly, voice serene now. It's not a demand. "We don't know how much downtime we're going to get, we need to rest as much as we can while we can do it. You haven't had to run like that without a performance enhancement in a long time, your body needs time to bounce back. You can't push yourself too hard."

"Traitor!" Rachel screamed, charging down the street pointing at some nameless person a little ways ahead of her. Alright, she could accept the fact that perhaps screaming at the top of her lungs, in the nails on a chalkboard type of way she speaks when she is passionate about something, probably wasn't the best way to do it, but she was Rachel Berry, there was only one way to do things.

Her Way.

"Excuse me," She said, still marching up the street. "Did you not hear me? Or did you not understand me?

(Option 1, Post season 4)

Rachel was having a hell of a year that was for sure. First, her boyfriend dumped her, or she dumped him, it was all semantics at this point. She was achieving her dreams, grasping the brass ring with both hands. She had taken New York by storm, but New York was harder than she imaged it being, and she missed the support of home. It was the reason why she had chosen the song she did for her audition, and why she knew deep in her heart that she and Finn were meant to be together.

That was then, this is now. Rachel had woken up in a very strange city. It was nothing like New York City, that she could have handled, but this.... this was just creepy.

When she first saw her picture on the screen, she smiled because it was all she ever wanted. Wanted? Wanted was all Rachel ever wanted, but she had a very different definition of the word wanted. She was having trouble remembering why she was wanted, or where she was. What could she possibly have done to warrant this? Sure, she was pushy, but wasn't everyone when it came to getting what they wanted?

She let out a small yip, as she ducked around the corner. "I can't get caught, please don't silence my talent."

Cisco's still sort of panting for breath when the girl responds and he huffs a laugh on one of his exhales at her comment, looking straight ahead. "I mean...I wouldn't be mad," he says nonchalantly before looking back at her again and, when he does, there's a pretty clear grin on his face.

Okay well maybe he might still be trying to flirt a little. Cisco fancies himself a ladies man and she opened the door to it. How could he not?

"Nice to meet you, too, Gracie," he agrees, leaning his head back against the wall again. He's still tired, but they really should get going. With a heavy huff, Cisco suddenly pushes himself to his feet, pushing away from the wall and he turns to her, offering her a hand. "I'm still wasted tired and I'm sure you are, too, but we gotta go. Come on, we can lay around on the floor and whine like big babies about how exhausted we are and poor us in like five minutes, I promise."

It's like, the more he talks, the more he sounds like the Wally she knows and as angry as the tone makes her, Zatanna hesitates for that reason alone. "Apparently, you've never heard of an ethical dilemma," she replies with the same biting tone. He sounds tired. She feels tired.

He speaks up again and her eyes narrow a little as she considers it. Zatanna only has to think on it for a second before she realizes that, really, there is no win-win here. One of them is screwed.

"You make it sound like it's so easy. It must be nice to think there's other options in this situation." Zatanna shakes her head and she lowers the laser gun without putting it away. "Like I could do that and just go on about my day with a failed mission under my belt. Like they're going to just shrug and say 'oh well, better luck next time, kid.' It doesn't work like that."

Neither of the options he offers to her is one that Zee has any interest in taking. The renewed defiance in his voice is what finally does it to her. She hasn't been here a long time and she still struggles against the reflex to use her spells to get what she wants.

"Emoc tuo ereh dna wohs flesruoy!" she snaps shrilly. Nothing's going to happen and she realizes out a second too late, so she barrels on. "No more games!" Maybe he'll just think she's swearing at him in a foreign language or something.

That must be a nice feeling, Derek thought but didn't actually say. He hated being like everyone else so, while he understood where she was coming from on some level, he certainly couldn't relate to it.

"Did you tell anybody?" Derek asked quietly. "About what you could do before?" He wondered if maybe she'd slipped up and someone had turned her in for being an unregistered mutant. Of course she'd be unregistered; she wasn't a mutant anymore, just like me wasn't. But to someone who didn't know that, turning her in with the hopes of a promotion into a higher clearance level would've been so easy. Wrong. But easy.

"It doesn't," he assured her quickly. "It doesn't sound out of place, not to me. I used to be afraid of mine, too, before I learned control. That much, I can identify with," he admitted.

"Oh, Alfie is Alfred, he's the butler..uh... you know whenever I say that out loud it sounds really weird, but he's just part of the family you know? Alfie's the best mom." he laughs slightly, though there's a slightly bitterness to it because honestly, as nice as it is to see Wally, he'd much rather be seeing him at home again, and everybody else too. He missed Alfred, and Bruce, and Jason. "I don't know that many people you don't know, I mean Alfie's the only person in the family you don't know, you know Jay!" only of course Wally didn't know that, so he quickly follows it up with "Jason, my brother, the newer Robin."

"I don't have any food on me," he says, expression turning worried "but it's not too far to where I've been staying, there's food there..." for a second he's planning on taking Wally back to the more secret HQ, but he realises it's a bad idea, and kind of rude when it's technically Steve's base, he's just crashing there. Still, the regular specials HQ has food, and he trusts Wally more than enough to take him there.

_{((In case you don't know, Jason Todd is the Robin that died, you can see the memorial for him in a couple of the episodes, and then Tim Drake is the third Robin, the one who shows up in s2))}

"I guess I forget how effective the mask is at changing how I look, since nobody who knows me as Dick knows I'm Robin," he admits with a slight smile, it's only after he's said it that he realises what he just let slip, and honestly if he were anywhere but here he'd feel guilty, Batman would have his head for that, but here? It just didn't carry the same weight.

"Oh, uh, speaking of, I guess I should sort of introduce myself again, nobody here really knows me as Robin. Dick Grayson, nice to meet you again," he gives her a smile and a little bow. "I've been here for..uh... three months and change I think?"

It takes about three minutes of utterly silent indecision, but eventually he slides down to the ground in a jumble of limbs just inches from Natasha. Very definitely within striking distance, if he decides trust isn't on the table any more. But, what may be less apparent, at least to the Russian at his side, is that he's also close enough to block a few bullets with his arm. You know, in case her little hideout is suddenly overrun with problem solvers shooting at them. Troubleshooters. Whatever.

He remains quiet, allowing his head to tilt back and rest against the wall doing an admirable job of holding him up. Bucky doesn't close his eyes, that damn trust issue popping up again, but he otherwise seems content to just exist in the same space with her. Listening to the sounds of breathing, and faint noises outside the building. It's the first time since arrival that he's had to contend with the knowledge of his own helplessness. Or, rather, the absence of serum-based abilities. As for the fear that he's not ready to own up about, only the tense set of his shoulders gives any clue that this man didn't just decide to choose the weirdest vacation spot in history.

"I'm sorry." His voice is still a little rough, but level. "For trying to kill you. It was three times, right? I can only remember three." A hint of annoyance creeps in, self-turned, like he's personally at fault for the scrambled state of his brain. Bucky falls silent again, staring down at his metal hand. All five fingers flex and curl into a brief fist, before he drops it down to rest against his thigh. The flesh and blood one lifts into the air, held out towards her in what should be an unmistakable gesture of greeting. (Shake the hand, Nat.)

"Natasha. I know my birth certificate says James, but I kind of prefer Bucky."

Not in the least because Steve used that particular nickname to give him identity and personhood back.

She stopped and thought on it.

"No, I haven't really talked to anyone. Just kept to myself and explored around as much as I could." And when he mentioned that he had to learn how to control his own powers, that relaxed Elsa's shoulders a little too. "To be honest, I kind of miss them, too. As nice as it is to be this way, I had just learned how to harness my powers back home. Better than ever before."

She paced a little more.

"I don't want you to get hurt because of me so...is there any way for me to prove my innocence?"

He doesn't listen to her immediately and Natasha doesn't bring it up again, because she knows doing so will only make him feel the need to be defiant. She is, however, silently relieved when he slides down to sit next to her, despite the way her body tenses for a few moments due to his close proximity. She forces herself to relax; he's not looking to hurt her, not this time. She just has to remember that.

They sit in silence for a few minutes, the only sound between them steady breathing and her own pulse pounding in her ears, until he breaks it with an apology that she doesn't expect. For a split second her surprise is evident on her face with wide eyes and parted lips before she regains composure, gaze moving down to his hand before she reaches for it to give it a firm shake. "You have nothing to apologize for." She manages, her voice still quiet as her hand falls away to return to her side. Her head leans back against the wall again, gaze moving to the ceiling. "You remember it now. But at the time it wasn't you, conditioning doesn't work like that." Natasha couldn't help but scoff at herself before he could disagree aloud, her eyes closing. "Not that it matters. I can't count how many times someone has said that to me and I know it doesn't matter. But it's true, for what it's worth." All Natasha can do is tell him what might matter, and she does when her eyes open once more. "I don't blame you. I know that you didn't know who you were. I don't blame you."

Natasha lets that hang in the air before she looks at him again, this time with the shadow of a one sided smile. "Shame. I like James." She gave an audible sigh as she finally looked away from him to eye the door they came in. "This part of the Complex is abandoned, which is what we want, but we're going to need somewhere to find food. Sleep. There are underground systems we can use, ones that the Computer isn't aware of but..." Natasha's fingers move to run through her hair in frustration. "We need to lay as low as we can right now until they stop looking for you. Us. We're not going to be able to establish anything solid until then, so I hope you comfortable sleeping on a floor for a night or two."

"You're going to lecture me about an ethical dilemma right now?" Wally snaps aloud, the sharpness returning to his voice. "I'm standing in a warehouse and my choices are getting shot or having my brain wiped because I couldn't just stand by and let some crazy Stalin-Bot turn human beings into freaking zombies, and you're going to lecture me about an ethical dilemma? That's real nice, Sugar, forgive me if my heart isn't breaking for you."

Wally's jaw flexes in tension as his eyes roll with frustration. "Yeah, we wouldn't want you to get a warning if you don't bring me in to get terminated, you poor thing." He gives an audible scoff as if to vocalize just how ridiculous he thinks the whole situation is, and he's about to say just that aloud when he hears her shout in some other language. It sounds familiar, though, too familiar and that's when Wally makes the connection.

"Where did you learn that?" He calls back, pushing himself off of the wall to start searching for her again. "Hey! Where did you learn to say that?" He walks forward before he stops himself, just short of stepping into the clear, but when he speaks his voice is a little quieter and almost desperate. "...Zatanna?"

She doesn't need Gracie to judge her. Katniss judges herself enough for the both of them. She judges herself for not running. She judges herself for not turning herself in (because she should, shouldn't she? to protect others? everything will be better if there's no mockingjay anymore). She judges herself for her glitched memories, for every little thing that's happened or has yet to happen.

But even as she judges herself, she can't bring hrself to do anything about it. If she turns herself in, what will happen? Will they kill her? Worse? Because there is worse than death, isn't there? Something she thinks she's feeling inside right now.

The guardbots will catch her and maybe that'll be okay. Because she knows what Gracie is proposing. She doesn't doubt it. An alliance. She wants an alliance. Safety in numbers is a lie. It's a way to get yourself killed. Katniss scowls again, more forcefully this time. "So you can turn me in?"

On some level, she's aware that she shouldn't respond to someone willing to help her as she had. On some level, she knows that most people would be grateful. Or use this as an opportunity to learn more about what's going on. But she's not very nice or very smart or very good at making any kind of plans, really. She acts without thinking and never seems to learn better.

Katniss doesn't entirely believe her when she says this isn't her job. Mostly because on some level, deep down, she does believe that she's betrayed someone at some point. She is a traitor. She doesn't want to be taken in to wherever it is she's supposed to go (live, she's supposed to live) but maybe she deserves it. Maybe. She doesn't know. The glitches of memories make everything so hard.

But she does manage to ask, "What's a superhero?"

If she hadn't said anything until just now, then that wasn't the reason she was wanted. Derek took a deep breath and shook his head a little as he tried to think. Watching her pace really wasn't helping, because it tended to make him anxious by proxy, but he kept a lid on that complaint for the moment.

"I have no idea," he admitted, frowning sympathetically. "That's just it...if you don't know what you did and I don't know what you did, then how are you supposed to prove that you didn't do it?"

Therein lay the rub.

Oh, see. That grin is adorable and if they weren't running for their lives, Gracie would be charmed. Actually, she's charmed anyway.

She's not complaining. It's certainly a distraction from the impending doom.

When he starts to get up, she sighs and starts to get up as well, looking up to take his hand when he offers it. "I'm going to hold you too that," she tells him, ready to start running when he is.

"It's definitely effective," Zatanna agrees. She's never realized just how integral a person's eyes are to identifying them, but she can't help noticing it now with it presented to her this way. She thought she would've known Robin anywhere, but she's finding right now that maybe she was wrong.

The revelation of his name has her blinking because she'd always just...assumed his name was actually Robin, because even Wally calls him Rob. "Oh," she says, sounding a little surprised, a soft blush creeping into her cheeks. "Nice to meet you again, too," she adds. Then, she pauses. "...I might just keep calling you Robin...I'm used to that," she finishes, looking appropriately sheepish. "Unless you really don't want me to and then I won't."

Three months?! "That's such a long time to be stuck here!" she blurts out.

Except that the computer has a skewed sense of what treason is.

There's worse than death and the Computer could probably come up with something worse.

Gracie gives her a funny look and shakes her head. "No. That's not--I wouldn't. I just thought that we could help each other."

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Rachel Berry | Glee (option 2, season 2)

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Since the other robins happen somewhere between s1 and s2 I'm just...making things up lol

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