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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Cora Hale | Teen Wolf

[givethemhale]

Cora's been in this place a day. One. Day. And she's already on the run. Her head hurts, she's, understandably, afraid and she can't make heads or tails of what is real and what isn't. She's forgotten just how long she was in that damn torture chamber, but it's all sort of melted together at this point. How long had she been stuck in there? How long had she watched the annoying video on repeat? She couldn't remember. She hadn't been able to concentrate to actually count the final number.

What did she know after everything that had happened? What was the takeaway? She's not even sure there either.

Glitches. She's a glitch? Or maybe it's the memories, the lucid and visceral memories, false and yet all too...real. Why the hell was she wanted again? Cora shakes her head and tries to concentrate, but it's easier said than done. She feels...weaker than she remembers being. She feels small and...insignificant, which only fuels the anger that she always has bottled up inside her. Werewolf, no. She's too weak, too small, and too pitiful to be something so powerful.

And what kind of kid could make it all the way to South America after their entire family was killed in a fire? Her memories were absolutely a glitch. They had to be. It was annoying, though, that this was her glitch, and that someone hadn't fixed this entire thing prior to now. She'd said as much, she was pretty sure, but didn't think that was the reason she was on the run now, no, because she'd said that in the midst of the video. The endless loop of a video.

Cora wasn't sure what the hell she'd done to warrant the treason. She hadn't even been here long enough to do anything yet, in her opinion anyway. One damn day. And she hadn't even gotten violent yet, but then again....maybe that was part of the glitch. Could she really hurt someone with how goddamn small she was? The answer, in the back of her mind, was yes. And that was startling. How bad of a glitch did she have? Was the violent urge in the back of her head related to the memories of being stronger, faster, and having more stamina? They weren't real. Couldn't be.

The petite young woman reminds herself, several times in a row, that it can't be real. Nobody is capable of doing that, of lasting through that, and of....being something that isn't real. It's not real. And yet here she is, on the run.

Cora's not sure what she's doing, she's just going by instinct because she doesn't want to be caught. There's a fear that she can't fight, knowing that there are people looking for her, and not knowing exactly what the hell they're going to do when they catch her. That instinct, to run, was more than Cora could fight. She remembers running a lot, not only as a child, but as she got older too. IS that a defect in her programming? Fuck if she knows, but she moves into the sewer either way, logic dictating that that's the best place to avoid cameras.

Who would put cameras in a goddamn sewer?

The usually scrappy young....woman pauses, though, her lower half in the sewer as she hears someone, something...she's not even sure. Turning to look over her shoulder, Cora's heart starts to beat, practically, out of her chest...a mantra repeating in her head please don't catch me, don't be looking for me. She's ready to just let herself drop if she has to, but...knowing that she's not a werewolf, because that's impossible, she's a little more hesitant than she knows she was (according to her memories) because she doesn't want to break something. Shit. Cora's just...confused and can't hep the frown on her face, but one thing is for sure.

She's not getting caught.

[whattingawhat]

Buffy knows what's going on (it's impossible not to) and she's only managed to avoid being accused of treason because she is attending the Steve Rogers School of Specials (it's not so much that she listens to Steve as that she pays attention to what he's doing; she wouldn't want to disappoint him and give him the impression that she listens; yes, Steve is her new Giles).

The computer has made no bones about who the traitors are, about who they should be looking out for and Buffy is looking out for them. The fact that she's helping them escape into the Specials headquarters (if they're specials) is something the computer never has to know. All the computer has to know is that she is desperately trying to find those accused of treason. She's being a very good citizen, but she's just not having any luck. It's a shame. Really.

Buffy catches sight of Cora and identifies her as one of the traitors. She follows her, unsurprised that she went to the sewers. It's a logical plan of escape, or it would be if there weren't cameras everywhere. She hears Cora pause and yells in response.

"Cora, it's not what you think! We've got a Sydney Bristow situation here!"

Nothing the computer would catch onto because pop culture references tend to confuse it, she thinks. She just hopes that Cora has watched Alias.

[givethemhale]

If there's one thing that Hales are good at...it's glares. And Cora's, though different than her brothers....if she actually has one, is particularly potent. She doesn't pretend to hide the glare on her face, or the distrust written all over. She's not one to trust people in the calmest of circumstances, let alone when she's being hunted down. Was her family really killed by hunters? That's got to be a a dramatically ridiculous glitch...it has to be....

But the thoughts, the memories are there, all the same. She can't fight the instinct to run. It's too strong, and fear is the main fuel. She doesn't want to find out what's going to happen if she's caught. She doesn't know what she did wrong. Probably nothing from what she's gathered about this place.

Somewhere in the back of her mind she knows that innocent people don't run, but terrified little girls with no one and nothing....well, they do. And no matter how much logic dictates the memories she has are dramatic and unlikely...she can't shake them. So, staring at the blond, Cora can't help but fight the urge to let herself drop just to get away. The problem is that she's not making any sense. There wasn't a demand to give up, and there wasn't even a threat.

Cora's brows furrowed a bit, her grip tight and her body poised to act at any second (if needed). Who the hell was Sydney Bristow? "What are you talking about?" Cora finally spat out, moving ever so slightly downward, not quick to trust anyone...and determined not to give into manipulation via confusion. "Who the hell is Sydney Bristow and what does she have to do with me?" The young woman demands the answer, still half ready to flee completely.

Cora never was one to sit down and watch movies....or TV....whoops?

[whattingawhat]

Buffy doesn't miss the glare, but it doesn't bother her either. She's known too many people (if her glitches are real) that gave good glare. The look she gives back is level and calm, open even. The glitches are dramatic and ridiculous, at least they are for Buffy as well, but she doesn't dismiss them. She's decided to embrace them, to treat them as actual memories and to treat this place as a waystation (or something) before she goes back home.

The instinct to fight is just as strong in Buffy, that instinct to save, to help. She had a hero complex long before she ever had the powers (she was forever wanting to play hero to her playmates victims). That fact that she's 'normal' and 'human' here haven't changed those instincts anymore than Cora's instincts have changed. That's why she's here; that's why she's trying to help.

There's absolutely no demand (and there won't be) nor will there be threats. Buffy knows those things don't work. She also knows that Cora is probably terrified; anyone in their right mind would be. She's also very accustomed to making little sense to the people around her both in this world and back home.

Buffy doesn't move closer, counting herself lucky that Cora is still here talking to her. She sighs a little at Cora's lack of understanding. She's going to have to find some other way to tell Cora that she's trying to help without tipping off the computer. If she had her powers, she'd simply crush the nearest computer and make certain that the couldn't be overheard. Everything is harder when she's not a proper slayer or when people aren't pop culture savvy.

"Glitch," she finally says to stall for time. "It's not important." She takes a breath and glances around for the closest camera. "What is important is that I want to help you. We--we all want to help you." Of course, she means the specials and not the computer. "I know this place is crazy and adjusting is hard. This makes it harder. I want to help you." Adjust. Of course, she wants to help her adjust! That's why she's here. Also to help her escape, but she can't say that. She racks her brain to try and come up with something else. "Did you ever read books? In the glitches you've been having, do you read books?"

Buffy isn't as up on her books as she is pop culture, but lots of books have been made into movies. "Consider this a spoon and a poster in prison situation." That may not help either, but it could.

[givethemhale]

Cora's not sure if the blonde is nuts or if she's trying to play some sort of trick, even if it seems to be a relatively lame one. Cora's not falling for anything, though. She's in a precarious situation and she has to take precautions, she's always been that way...at least since the fire. God, she can't even figure out if that fire is real. So, why the hell is she feeling ready to bolt with even the smallest thing that the blonde could do? Because she's broken. And that makes her angry. The cloning process obviously got fucked up this time around because he memories are so...ridiculous and yet integral to the decisions that she makes....Cora legitimately can't figure out what she should do right now.

Every fiber of her being wants to run, to hide, and to save herself. The part of her that heard x many of times that the glitches aren't real is frozen and uncertain in what the fuck she should do next. It's a shitty feeling, and probably the only reason that Cora hasn't actually left the blonde in her dust.

Syndey Bristow is a glitch? Cora doesn't know what the hell that means. She chooses, for the moment, just to watch the other girl. Cameras aren't hard to notice and it only makes Cora shift a little more downward, for fear that others might be on their way at this very moment. Why hasn't she just taken off? If she's honest...she knows it's because she's scared and needs to figure out something, even if she'd never admit that to someone else.

"Yeah, hunting me down is really helpful." Cora grounds out, sarcasm dripping from her tone. It's not easy to see being hunted as helpful for the young woman. Cora adjusts her grip on the ladder she's hanging onto, tilting her head. Trust doesn't come easy for her, in fact, it's one of the hardest things for Cora. That's why she's not surrounded by friends and a social butterfly. She's an asshole who doesn't trust other people, but there's something about the phrasing of the blonde. Furrowing her brows, Cora can't help but spit out her questions. "How do you want to help? What the hell is going to happen to me?"

That's the most important thing. Cora doesn't want to have anything happen to her. She's got a sense of self-preservation and stupid questions about books...don't help with the girl's already wavering patience.

"Of course I read books." Cora responds, automatically, only to have a moment of confusion follow. God, the glitches shit is confusing. Spoon and a poster in prison? Cora looks up, one eyebrow lifting. Is she for real? "And how do I know you're not lying, that you mean that?" Cora feels frustrated. IF her glitches were real, if she weren't confused and angry and if she had her control and her abilities...she'd just be able to smell if it were the truth.

God, this is confusing!