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Sept/Oct Test Drive Meme

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.
Work Together. Turn On Each Other. Survive.
Premise | Setting Information | New Arrival Introduction
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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.
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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."
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"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.
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"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.
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"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.
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"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.
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"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."
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"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.
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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?"
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"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.
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"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.
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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…"