Sept/Oct Test Drive Meme

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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.

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Premise | Setting Information | New Arrival Introduction

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kara danvers ☀ supergirl

[advena]

The last temptation is the greatest treason: to do the right deed for the wrong reason.
— T S ELIOT

The alarms blare in the early hours of the morning, the noise bright and loud in her ears as she rounds a corner. Her feet feel heavy; the gravel scrapes against the bottom of her shoes each time she lunges forward. It's muscle memory, Kara tells herself, like riding a bike. You don't forget how to ride a bike.

The problem is, Kara can't remember what exactly it is her body's supposed to remember how to do. Foot to pavement, the muscles in the backs of her legs burning like fire with each step, she keeps running. Maybe she needs to run faster? A memory sparks in some repressed part of her mind, painfully clear for just a fleeting moment — a man in red, the crackle of electricity, saying goodbye — before the alarms fill her mind with noise again. The memory is gone as swiftly as it came, and Kara is surprised by the bitter disappointment that floods her in its absence.

Why should she be sad for a memory she doesn't recognize? The Computer had told her these things might happen. Glitches were common in new arrivals. Glitches of strange, impossible things were common, unremarkable, boring even. Glitches weren't worth talking about, let alone feeling sad for — good Citizens knew these Glitches should be best left alone.

But Kara does feel things, as strong and real as the tight, cramping muscles in her legs, and it's that knowledge that pushes her forward. Rounding a corner, her fingers catch on a ledge of a window above, and she groans with effort as she tries to pull herself up. If she can make it up to the window, she might be able to hide. Hiding might give her some opportunity to catch her breath, to relax long enough to think clearly, to find a way out of this mess.

Someone must know how to stop the alarms.

[a_man_out_of_time]

“Where is she? I need coordinates.”

Steve’s voice is demanding, like he needs to know now, and someone on the other side of his comms isn’t giving him good enough information. Whoever this new Special is, she’s set off the alarms, and unless he finds her before she leaves his sector, Steve won’t be able to do a damn thing about her arrest.

“I turned left, she’s not there. What can you see on the cameras?”

He’s close though, even if he doesn’t know. Close enough that Kara can probably hear his voice from just around the corner.

Normally, he’d yell. He’d yell her name, and yell that he was here to help, but that much noise would not only cause commotion, but it’d be loud enough to get logged inside of IntSec, the equivalent of the FBI, CIA, and NSA all mushed together into one large secret spy department.

Then the footsteps start again. He’s coming down the hall.

[advena]

The voice sounds insistent, clipped and urgent; a chill runs down Kara's spine as she dangles from the windowsill. Adrenaline has gotten her this far, but without superhuman strength to call on, she's only managed to haul herself a few feet up in the air. It's not exactly covert.

Her shoes catch against an exposed piece of what looks like brick. It should be solid enough, should hold her weight enough to be used as leverage to help her climb another half-foot of wall, to get her hands looped around the windowsill enough to pull her body up and over. But, since nothing in this dark cave of doom and gloom can ever be quite right, the exposed material is neither sturdy nor strong. It's probably a weak imitation of the real thing — HappyPaste or GoodWall or some forcefully positive nomenclature that sounds neither happy nor good.

The material crumbles under her weight, pieces of heavy, dark rock clanging against each surface it bounces off of, and Kara's thudding heartbeat goes into overdrive.

There's no way whoever's chasing her didn't hear that.

[a_man_out_of_time]

There’s no way that Steve didn’t hear that.

Even through the blare of the sirens, he can hear the thump and crash of what sounds like brick, or imitation brick from just around the corner. It’s the only signal he needs to take off in that direction in full force.

When he finally sees her — Kara Danvers, as it says on the report he was given — trying to escape from the window, arms dangling from the bars as her feet scrape against the wall, Steve hesitates.

What could this girl have possibly- No, it doesn’t matter. The Computer isn’t stupid, but she’s crazy. Kara could have just said the wrong thing at the wrong time and the treasonous bells would be rung.

“Kara Danvers,” he says, taking a step closer to her. Steve could pull her down, but he’d rather she come down herself. “That window flips you out of this sector and into the street. People who live in the subsectors will turn you in immediately. There’s no time. Come with me now if you don’t want to be arrested.”

[advena]

Footsteps closing in behind her, the sound of boots coming to a rest directly underneath her; Kara can't help the nervous racing of her heart, or the way her breath seems to catch in her throat as she clings to the windowsill. The immediate sensation of being watched, observed, cornered swells in her chest when he calls her name.

Why should I trust you? comes that voice from inside her head, fearful and angry at the same time. She's not illegal. People can't be illegal, they're people. She's just new, trying to figure out where she belongs. How could the Computer find fault in that?

Another memory — another glitch — burns in her mind. The opening of a door, blinding yellow stars — but no, it was just one star, she remembers that clearly — and the extending of a hand to help her up. What had she been in?

Steve may not be literally holding out a hand, but the sentiment remains the same. Turn towards assumed safety, or keep running into the blinding light. Kara hesitates for a long moment, swallowing down the tight feeling in her throat, before releasing her grip on the windowsill.

It's a long drop, but for some reason Kara can't figure out, she isn't afraid of getting hurt.

"It's Kah-rah," she replies, sounding the slightest bit tired of making the correction, but leaves it at that. "Why am I being arrested?"

[a_man_out_of_time]

She actually lets go of the window as he'd hoped, and Steve hadn't consciously planned on doing this, but when he actually sees her falling, Steve instinctually steps forward to try and catch her.

Once she lands, whether it's in his arms or not, it becomes a lot more obvious that Steve is tall and large and blonde. With big, blue eyes. But he's concerned, and obviously so, about her.

"Kara," he repeats, correctly this time, because it seems important to her, even when she's running for her life, and Steve's goal is to getting her to come with him.

"I'm afraid I don't know why, but I can buy you some time so we can find out. If I had to guess-"

He starts walking then, either after he's let her out of his arms or because she's landed on her own, but he starts walking mid-sentence because they don't have time to stand here out in the open.

"-it's probably something you said. Who have you talked to today?"

And when they really start walking, they start winding their way around. Steve is stopped and turning and checking things like he knows this place inside and out. But never do they start walking too fast. Their pace is controlled. Steve's done this before.

John Watson l BBC Sherlock l ota

[bloggerdoc]

Scenario One

Okay, okay he might have a bit of a danger addiction John thought to himself as he ducked into a corner and then poked his head out to see if anyone was following him. He should be afraid, he should be finding a way to clear his name. But here he was on the run and loving every second of it.

For a moment he feels a pang of grief. Sherlock should be here beside him. But he isn't and John misses him more than ever. He isn't the planner, Sherlock is. He'd have solved this mess in five seconds. "God Sherlock," he mutters softly, "I miss you."

He takes a deep breath and slips back out trying to blend in as he looks for a way out of his situation.

Re: John Watson l BBC Sherlock l ota

[iamalostgirl]

"Who's Sherlock?" Emma asked from behind John. He might not have noticed her, but she has been standing there the whole time. She is an expert at blending in.

She took in the man's appearance and more importantly his face, and understood the look her wore, as she had worn it many times herself.

Re: John Watson l BBC Sherlock l ota

[bloggerdoc]

John turns without a flinch or any other reaction. Once a soldier always a soldier. "Sherlock is...was my friend my best friend," he says looking the woman over and trying to use the Holmes method of detecting. It doesn't work, but it makes him feel better...just a little bit. He eyes her again. "Who are you?"