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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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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.

It's deja vu all over again. His memory is shot (not for the first time, he suspects), a patchwork of blood and corpses stretched across deceptively delicate webs, drawing him into a trap that could entirely be of his own making. Or a trap designed for him specifically. Either way, it spells trouble in a tongue that everyone understands, regardless of nationality.

Violence (pain) is the universal language.

Bucky runs, because it's the least offensive choice. He can run, stay one step ahead of whoever wants him. He could stop running, turn and fight his pursuers. Or, he could stop running and let them bring him in. The first allows for the least amount of collateral damage, third means almost certain torture. The second -- well, that one is a last resort.

First he has to find out why he's being hunted this time, because nothing in his admittedly sketchy memory provides any frame of reference. Once that's accomplished, he can work on fixing it. But only if he stays alive and free. It would help if he could figure out the layout of these corridors. They all look the same. Not for the first time in his life, Bucky rather suspects this is how a rat in a maze feels.

This place is something else. Every day bleeds into the next and it's never anything exciting that's happening, not really. Sure, there's missions and crazy things are happening all the time, but Zee feels naked without use of her spells to aid her; she can't jump into the fray without them unless she wants to do so while risking her life. The magic she typically possesses feels like sort of a security bubble. With it, she never really feels like she's in too much danger. That's probably not true, but it's how she feels anyway.

She'd spent the first half of the first day watching some stupid orientation film a couple of times when she'd tried to interject that something was wrong and she didn't feel right. They just kept telling her to "trust the Computer" and that "the Computer is [her] friend." Which...really, she's never been all that great with technology — that's always been more Robin's gig than it'll ever be hers — but after the second time they started the orientation over whilst reminding her that she needs to "trust the Computer," whatever that actually means, Zatanna gave up, watched the video, and kept her mouth shut after that. Until she was alone, at which point she tried to cast a spell to show herself the fastest way out of the Alpha Complex. ...nothing happened. Then, she'd tried something simpler: telling a passerby to say "hello Zatanna" to her. That, too, had failed.

So now here she is, several days later, with no magic, no team, and a mission to hunt down a traitor. What even is a traitor in this place? She remembers specifically that the video said that knowing the rules is treason, so...

"How can someone be a traitor when they don't know that they're doing something wrong...talk about a disaster waiting to happen," she mutters to herself, "heavy on the -aster," she adds even more quietly with a weak little smile. She does that now, sometimes, to keep herself sane; murmurs little things Robin would've said in a situation or catches herself doing something stupid and chirps, "Hello, Zatanna!" at herself. Things that remind her of the team. Things that remind her of home.

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?

There's more and more people on the lookout for traitors and Dick is finding it increasingly difficult to keep himself hidden. Even regular Alpha citizens are dangerous in large numbers, and there had been more than one occasion where he'd saved somebody from danger only to have them try and turn him in for treason. Luckily he knew a lot of ways to escape, and going off-grid had definitely helped keep him hidden from most people - hard to report someone for being a traitor when you didn't know who they were.

Lately, though, it was getting even more worrying. They'd started sending specials to hunt traitors, people who might be given access to the specials HQ by an unsuspecting friend and thus be in a better position to get Dick in a lot of trouble. All in all, it had been pretty exhausting.

So when he's on a trip to get some supplies and he overhears a mutter from behind him that mentions the word 'traitors', he freezes, spinning on his heel. His surprise is only compounded by the fact that he knows the person walking along behind him, and that's a very new feeling.

"Zee!?" he exclaims without thinking, before he remembers that he's still using his invisibility tech right now and it's just going to be a disembodied voice to her.

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.

The sound of a familiar voice right in front of her when she can't see anything throws Zatanna for a bit of a loop. Even though she's sure the sound is coming from in front of her, the cognitive dissonance has her whirling in place to look behind her.

"Robin?" she asks, looking around as she turns back to face the sound because, dang it, she knows that's where it came from. "Where are you…?"

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.

The PDC device that Bucky had been given at orientation, it's vibrating. Bzzzzt, bzzzzt, bzzzzzzzzzzzzt. Pause. Bzzzzt, bzzzzt, bzzzzzzzzzzzzt.

Felicity had been setting up her new station in the Specials hideout when her computer started lighting up. She was testing out a hack on Internal Security — made easier by the fact that she worked there during the day, and had been given too much leniency in what she does. She hadn't expected to get any type of signal for weeks, honestly, since the trigger was specifically set to go off when Specials were targeted as traitors.

Fumbling with her headset, Felicity slides into her seat as quickly as possible and dials Bucky's number. She's never even met him, so calling was crazy, but she can help — if he would answer.

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.

Nothing in Gracie's life (glitches, memories, she's not sure which) has prepared her for the Complex. She tries to tell herself that this has been her whole life, that there's nothing else beyond this, but she knows things that the computer doesn't. She's had extensive talks with Friend Computer about this in the few weeks she's been here. Gracie isn't totally buying the friend thing or the glitches thing or the...anything.

And maybe that's why she's being charged with treason. All she knows is that she has to run. She'd heard her name called over the morning announcements and immediately abandoned her breakfast to run. Her first instinct had been to go back to her room and to hide under her bed, but she has to remember that she's not three and that doesn't work (besides, she's not sure she'd even fit under the bed and her roommates would find her easily).

The rest of the day is spent fleeing in a blind panic when ever she hears or sees anyone. She's looking for that secret hallway or the entrance to the sewers, but all the hallways look alike and she's heard that the sewers have cameras anyway. If she accidentally runs into anyone (and she will, smack dab into them most likely) she'll shove them away and run faster. She's never been a runner, but she's tall and long legs seriously assist in the running thing. On the other hand, she's never been a runner so she spends a lot of time leaning against a wall when she thinks she's alone and gasping for breath.

After this, she's getting in shape. She will become a runner.

What the hell is that nois-- oh.

He'd momentarily forgotten about the communication gadget, tucked away safely into a jacket pocket. As quiet as the vibration is (in contrast to the shrill tones of ones he remembers from various missions in Europe), hearing any kind of sound while he's trying to sneak silently through unfamiliar territory is still startling. His heart rate speeds up for a few seconds before Bucky pulls the device out with his flesh hand and stares at it.

There's probably some sort of tracker hidden inside. If he answers, someone will be able to pinpoint his location. Assuming they haven't already and are playing some twisted game of cat and mouse. But if he doesn't answer, he doesn't get answers. And those would be nice about now. Decisions, decisions.

Fuck it. "Yes?" Sergeant Barnes Home for Wayward Assassins, how can he help you?

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?

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.

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."

Pain.

Her entire world is pain.

It's as if all she's ever known is pain. The pain of fire licking her skin. The pain of loss so deep that it's like a stab to the heart. Her entire body, her entire world is pain.

Pain. It's all she knows. It's all she deserves to know.

Then suddenly it stops. It's all gone as if it's never even been there. She feels groggy as she sits up on the table, confused and lost. All the physical pain is still there but the mental pain... That's harder. There's still a deep ache in her heart, a pain that threatens to tear her from the inside out. A name dances on the tip of her tongue (Prim), or would if she dared to speak. But speaking, that's not something she does anymore. Right?

Wrong. Those memories are wrong. She hadn't been on fire. She hadn't woken to the news of her sister's death. She never had to fight Peeta to gain some semblance of his sanity so that she doesn't lose him to the lizard mutts, too. They're a glitch. That's what the video says. It's a glitch and life is normal. There is no pain.

Just to make certain, she watches the video again. And again. And again. Katniss wants to believe. She wants to believe so badly because the memories in her glitch hurt. They hurt so much and she wants them gone. She's a citizen of Alpha Complex. She has a purpose.

But it doesn't take long for that purpose to unravel. For an accusation to be made that makes her remember other things (mockingjays, arrows, fires, rebellion, golden parachutes exploding in the hands of children). Traitor. Is she?

It's strange. Talking is strange. Still, she manages to utter a handful of words. "I'm not," she insists to anyone who will listen. There's a fire in her voice that's more reminiscent of the girl that she used to to be. "I'm not a traitor. I'm ."

Okay. So maybe skipping Troubleshooting duty to derp around in the lab in Specials HQ hadn't been Cisco's brightest idea. And maybe spending that time building an unauthorized freeze gun that pretty closely replicated the one Leonard Snart had stolen had been a poor choice when it came to how he should've spent his time. But, for real? Treason? It's treason to play hooky and do awesome things? What if he'd been planning on giving the plans for the weapon to Friend Computer to manufacture and give to higher clearance levels, huh? Then what? 'cause he's sure as hell not going to do it now, not now that he's literally wanted for treason.

Cisco's gotten a decent grasp on this place. Between Felicity's computer skills and his mechanical ones, his PDC is more than a little souped up and he's got an interactive map app on there, now, which gives him the layout of the whole Alpha Complex. Mostly, it'd been a "just in case" sort of thing, but he figures now pretty much counts above all for said case.

He's not looking where he's going because he's looking over his shoulder when he thinks he hears someone coming behind him and he should know better because it's so friggen cliche, but he doesn't think about it; is too distracted to pay the appropriate amount of attention and maybe she's not either, because all of a sudden everything kind of hurts when he collides head on with another person and they both drop like stones to the ground from the impact. He's heavier, apparently, because he ends up landing on top of her he's already apologizing as he's rolling off of her because, crap, if he's hurt, she's probably even worse off.

How can someone be a traitor if they don't realize it? Katniss doesn't know. She has no idea where she might even begin? How can someone be a traitor when they don't know what they're doing? How can someone be a traitor when everything they believe is in the right? When it's the others who are wrong? So many questions. So many doubts. She also can't say for certain where they stem from. No. She doesn't want to say.

It's those glitch memories talking. Those glitch memories branding her a traitor. The people she's killed. The people who've been killed because of her. The computer says it's a mistake. The computer says this is her real life. But even if she is, she's a traitor here, too.

Katniss isn't exactly hiding. She's curled up against a wall, hugging her knees to her chest as she tries to come to terms with all the memories and words in her heads. Mockingjay. Traitor. Traitor, traitor, traitor. Still, lost in her thoughts as she is, there's a part of her that remains aware of everything around her. That hears Zatanna mutter to herself. Her brow furrows and slowly, as if it's been a long time since she last spoke, she asks, "You to?"

The sound of another female's voice pulls Zatanna out of her own personal reverie and she looks to the source, seeing the girl who doesn't look a whole lot older than she is, if not the same age, sitting against a wall with her knees drawn up to her chest. She looks...sad, Zee thinks. Or maybe sad isn't the best word to describe her, but it's close. At least, she thinks.

"Me? No...I'm supposed to be looking for a traitor to bring them in, but..." her voice trails off. But it isn't the right thing to do. It just...isn't. She wouldn't do it at home and she doesn't want to do it here. The thing is, if she fails the mission, does that then make her a traitor? Zee isn't really sure she wants to find out, but at the same time, she isn't sure she wants to do what she's being told just because she's being told to do it, either, because that's probably not good...at least, not if the person doesn't deserve it and, honestly, most things considered treasonous activities are really stupid reasons for someone to get punished, if you ask her.

So she shrugs a little, brow creasing and a small frown tugging down the corners of her mouth with discomfort. "I don't know. I don't think I can do it. Turn someone in, I mean."

Apparently almost anything and everything is treason here. After all, the only thing she can think of that she did wrong was know more about movies, television and books than the computer. Also, she would be super impressed with the freeze ray, and probably want to use it to freeze the red gel junk they eat. Maybe it's more palatable as a popsicle. You don't know. For sure.

She's really going to have to befriend Felicity and Cisco. After all, he's basically got a Marauder's Map and how cool is that?

Gracie isn't watching where she's going for the same reason. She's also panicked and winded and running out of steam, but she is running so when she runs into Cisco it hurts and it's hard and knocks the wind out of her. For a moment, she simply lays there gasping for breath with him on top of her. Even after he rolls off, she's gasping for breath, tears in her eyes because yes that hurt. She struggles to sit up, struggles to move at all because whoever this is poses a threat to her and she's got to get away.

Gracie is also one of those accused of being a traitor. She's one of the traitors that is running because she doesn't think that there's anything fair in this place. There's nothing that will save her. She's been here longer than Katniss, but she doesn't know much more than her. She has glitches like Katniss, but they're not nearly as traumatic. For that, Gracie is grateful.

She meets Katniss in a hallway and the only reason she doesn't run is because she hears Katniss saying that she's not a traitor. She sneaks closer, body pressed to the wall, sliding along as quietly as possible, trying to avoid the cameras when she can. She hears Katniss say it again and looks around the corner to see that she's said it to no one. It follows 'my name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old'. She hisses at Katniss, unwilling to come around the corner.

"Here," she tells Katniss. "I'm not a traitor either, but they've accused me of it."

Hopefully that'll be enough to get Katniss' attention and entice her into coming into Gracie's hallway where there isn't a camera right now.

Cisco seems to recover before the girl does and he feels terrible when he sees the tears in her eyes. "Oh God, I'm really sorry. Are you okay? I'm sorry," he says quickly, moving to try to help her sit up because she looks like she's struggling and he can hear the guardbot that had been on his tail coming down the corridor toward them. It's walking slow like a freaking serial killer in a horror movie, though, so they've got a little time and that's helpful, at least.

"Come on," he says. "Come on, let me help you. We gotta go. I gotta go, I'm being pursued," he explains, raising one hand and jabbing a thumb back in the direction of the oncoming guardbot to indicate by what exactly.

Honestly, it wasn't his fault. They both should have been looking. She shakes her head at his apology, trying to wave him off and it makes her feel a little better, a little less frantic to get away. She's just beginning to get her breath back when she hears the guardbot. "I'm okay," she gasps a little, pushing herself to a sitting position. This is going to hurt tomorrow, provided she's alive tomorrow for it to hurt.

She's about to dismiss him, brush him off, when he says that he's being pursued and she realizes he must be one of the traitors whose name had been called that morning with hers. She lets him take her hand and help her to her feet, watching him with a bewildered sort of expression.

"You're a traitor," she says with a bit of shock in her voice. "I am too," she says quickly. "That's why I was running. I'm trying to find some place safe to hide." If he wants to get moving in the middle of her speech, she will go with him now after realizing that he's like her.

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