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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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Work Together. Turn On Each Other. Survive.

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Treason?!

Elsa had been running as soon as she got the notice. She tried to make herself disappear from every patrol that passed through, duck away from the all seeing eyes of the security cameras. She shut her eyes as she wedged herself further into the nook she had found to hide out in for the time being. It had only been three days when she arrived and already, she didn't want to leave. She looked down at her hands.

For the first time in forever, she didn't need to be afraid of snow or frost or hurting anyone with her powers. This place was not Arendelle by any means but she could be normal. She wished, some days, that Anna could be here so that she could show her that she could be just like her sister, just like their parents. She could reach out to people, touch them, hold them, touch things without the threat of frost of ice appearing.

There had to be someone friendly. Someone that would be able to help her hide and perhaps clear up a misunderstanding. How could all this have happened within her short time upon arrival? Perhaps if she was here, there would be others from Arendelle that have made their way here. Her parents were beloved as rulers, as was she. As far as she knew.

But how would she be able to find allies to help her understand what was happening?

Derek wasn't always a smart man; he was too emotionally driven and too reactive when it was wiser to be proactive. But that didn't mean he was a stupid man, either. He'd been in this place less than a week, but he still already knew that the best way to keep himself below the radar was to keep his head down. In some cases, that meant enduring the stupid and almost painfully boring Citizen Improvement events. In this case, it meant hunting down a "communist traitor" for her treasonous activity against the Computer.

The thing about that, though, was that Derek a) had no idea what this woman looked like — which made it more akin to finding a needle in a stack of needles than the needle in a haystack it already would've been, given the sea of jumpsuits with only solid colors to differentiate them — because all he was given was her name and, b) he had no idea what she'd done to be considered a traitor. For all he knew, she was overheard mumbling to herself about how disgusting the Soylent is. Or maybe she learned the rules, since knowing the rules is, ironically enough, also considered to be treason. He was willing to go on the mission, but he wasn't willing to turn someone in for something that stupid, if that was the case. He'd rather lie and say he couldn't find her than take the hit to his conscience. Derek Hale had more than enough guilt to last a lifetime. He didn't need to add to it.

He tried to think the way she must be; where would he go if he was the one in hiding? Immediately, that narrowed down his search radius to places with less foot traffic, less patrolling, and fewer security cameras. A shuffling sound caught his ear and Derek moved in that direction. "Can we just make this easier for both of us?" he called out. "You come out, we have a chat, I don't have to keep looking and you don't have to keep hiding...sounds like a win-win to me, Elsa…"

Elsa held her breath when he called out to her. She had hoped that she managed to find a place to hide that none of the patrol thought to look, as few as those places were. She tried to scoot further in. She didn't recognize the voice.

Could she trust him? Was it a trick of sorts? Luring her out to chat then turning her in? She didn't even know what awaited her when arrested. There was no reason why she should trust him. She could keep silent. Then find another place to hide. Even when she ran from Arendelle, she hadn't been pursued like this.

But with limited, read: no, allies with her. Could she afford to let a potential ally pass by if his offer?

"What is there to chat about?" she asked, hoping the acoustics of the area would confuse him to her true location.

For a long moment, there was silence. Derek stood completely still in an effort to keep from making noise that would have the potential to drown out any little sounds she might've made while moving, if she was. But then a voice came back and he took a step forward before realizing that there was a slight echo on the sound. He stopped, looking around with eyes narrowed in thought. He really wished he had his werewolf abilities. He would found her by now if he could've sniffed her out.

"Oh, come on, you're going to make me do everything?" he asked with a lilt of amusement in his tone. "I gotta come up with the topic of conversation, on top of it? I don't know, I didn't get that far."

Derek paused, listening. She was smart, he'd give her that. The acoustics made it harder for him to go anywhere for fear that he'd be moving in the wrong direction following an echo rather than the source. "Lots of things. Troubleshooting. Citizen Improvement. Terrible excuses for food; take your pick. What do you want to chat about?" he asked.

She stayed hidden for the time being, inching and crawling as silently as she could to another crevice to hide in.

"Do you know why they call me a fugitive?" she asked, hoping that the acoustics helped to conceal her new location. Clearly, there was fear in her voice. She had no idea why she was singled out. She had kept herself low while she was there, she thought. That was something she assumed.

The other things were good to talk about. And, had Elsa been in a different mood or not hunted down, she would've been fine with sitting there over a cup of tea of whatever sort they could get and talk about the state of things.

Derek could hear her moving, but he still couldn't quite place where she was. Maybe that was better. He had a feeling that if he did know, he'd be approaching by now and that would probably only make things worse. She was understandably skittish, from the sounds of it. He would be, too, he supposed.

At her question, Derek huffed a laugh. "What are you, new?" he asked, laughing again. "Sorry, just...they give you exactly the information you need for a mission. Nothing more. Nothing less. I know your name is Elsa. That's literally all I know," he told her.

Though, she was probably asking for a reason and that reason probably was not because she was curious what he thought or where he stood on the matter. The likelihood was that she was asking because even she didn't know. Derek stopped laughing.

"Okay, here's the deal, Elsa. You could've killed someone, been caught joining a Secret Society, or someone just didn't think you looked happy enough for their liking. All of those things could be treasonous. So...since I'm guessing you have no idea what you did, hence the question, I'm going to go ahead and assume that it's probably something stupid. In which case, oops. I couldn't find Elsa. I failed my mission today."

"I've only been here for three days," she replied. "I haven't done anything since I've gotten here."

He didn't know why she was selected to be a fugitive. That probably meant that any of them didn't know why she was wanted. She curled a little more into herself. How long did these things last? Were they instructed to come after her until her actual capture? She listened carefully as he kept talking.

"What will happen to you if you fail your mission?"

She didn't want bad things to happen to him as well. He seemed nice enough.

Derek shrugged. That was a good question. One which Derek had a feeling he knew the answer to, but she wasn't going to like it. He was used to taking the hits for other people, though; he'd been doing it for years.

"I don't know, I'll be choking down SoylentRED for the rest of my life?" he asked more than stated. In actuality, he had a feeling that he, himself, would be tried for treason. It was what it was. He'd manage to get himself out of trouble; Derek always did. Especially if Stiles was around, because Stiles was especially good at that sort of thing.

Derek paused, wetting his lips and holstering his laser gun. "Are you gonna come out...?" he asked, lifting his eyebrows. "Or...should I just go on my merry way and continue failing to find you?"

Elsa considered it. She didn't want people hurt because of her. Slowly, she unfolded herself from the cramped corner from where she was hiding and stepped forward until she stood behind Derek. She wiped at the smudge of oil on her cheek and looked at him, trying to stand as tall as she could, while still out of the watchful eye of a security camera.

"You really can't tell me why they say that I'm a fugitive?" she asked, glad she didn't have her powers: otherwise, the entire area would be filled with frost.

The sound of her voice, much closer and less lost in the echo, had Derek turning around. ...wow, all right, sure. Send him on a manhunt for an innocent flower who has no idea what she did wrong, who also happens to be cute as hell. Thanks, Friend Computer, you dick.

He cleared his throat and sighed, shaking his head. "I honestly have no idea. I mean, you're a fugitive because they haven't apprehended you yet, but as to why they want to? No idea, I'm sorry." He paused then. "I'm also Derek, if it makes you feel any better to have a name to go with the voice and now the face."

She looked up at him, waiting for him to speak. Why did he look at her like that? Then he cleared his throat and started talking. She gave a small, uneasy smile when he introduced himself.

"You already know my name." She held her hand out to him anyway. "Elsa."

She thought of her options: Run, hide for an indeterminate amount of time and let Derek take the fall; turn herself in and face the consequences herself. It could be like what he said: just more of the terrible food. She didn't want anyone else to get hurt for whatever she was accused of. She had been in that place before and didn't want to go back again.

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."

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.

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?"

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.

"I don't...know," came Elsa's lame reply. She touched her hands to her head and sat down on the floor, still out of sight of the security camera, and curled up into herself, bringing her knees up and holding them. She didn't know anything of this world. All she knew was that no one else from Arendelle was here, as far as she knew, and she was glad for that.

She also knew that she wanted to go home, turn the courtyard into an ice rink again, and skate around with her friends back home. She could feel a sniffle coming on and took a deep breath, remembering her father's words from long ago: Conceal, don't feel.

Derek sympathized with her, there was no doubt there. If he was in her position right now instead, he'd probably be fighting back the only way he knew how: brute force. Even then, it'd be weak at best because he wasn't a werewolf here. He wanted that part of himself back more than he could stand to think about, but there was no end to this human side in sight.

Frowning, Derek lowered himself into a crouch beside her. "Listen...it can't be that bad. Whatever you did, if you can't even remember doing it, it can't be that bad. Maybe your punishment will be really easy. Or maybe...if you come back with me and I tell them that you didn't resist, they'll lighten it, I don't know…"

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