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Test Drive Meme #3



Test Drive Info

Test Drive Memes take place in a virtual reality simulation occurring in characters' minds that tests them for 'fitness' before they enter the setting officially. Because it is set in a simulation created by the Sylphid, the missions, while being comparable to regular missions in the game, will be from a Sylphid perspective.
Characters will not be chipped during the simulation, and will have access to their abilities from canon, but will be chipped upon waking for the rescue.
Current characters can easily be pulled into the simulation if they are sleeping and dreaming when it's happening. The Sylphid cast a wide net with the simulation to fill it out with characters to interact with for prospective new arrivals.
Test Drive Meme threads may be considered game canon so long as all parties agree to it.
Test Drive Meme threads do count for Activity Check.

i. Awakening

It happens in a dream. You fall asleep and the next moment you feel like you're awakening again, but without any exhaustion, as if you've had a full night's sleep. You find yourself in a comfortable bed in a room full of comfortable beds, all of which contain other people waking up just the way you are. The room is large but cozy, with wide windows that are framed by light curtains, and the sun is shining in from an angle that suggests morning.

Once you're up and moving around a little, ready to explore this new place, you'll discover an open door on one of the walls in the room, through which soft strains of music can be heard, and above which there's a sign saying "Free Breakfast." Once you make your way into the room, possibly with some of the other people just waking up in this strange place, you find a buffet table loaded with breakfast foods - some familiar, and some strange, mainly featuring mushrooms and root vegetables. Quiet, soothing music is playing and there are a variety of tables with chairs available to settle down and enjoy some food.

This is just a dream, right? What could be the harm in eating a bit of food, maybe trying out some cool alien cuisine, and getting to know the other people here?

ii. The Mission: The Fungus Among Us

Once everyone has eaten their fill and gotten to know their new compatriots a little better, there is an interruption in the music playing in the room. Three musical chimes sound, and a pleasant female voice speaks.

Attention, new recruits! We have a mission for you.

The intercom goes on to explain that there is a forest of mushrooms called The Troop that borders on the northwest walls of the city, which releases spores near constantly (though more prolific in fall) that have a hallucinogenic effect on sentient beings. These spores can cause people traveling in The Troop to become disoriented and confused, experience vivid auditory and visual hallucinations, and become permanently lost. Generally, the spores aren't a problem inside the city or in the surrounding area because no one has built close enough to the Troop to suffer serious effects. However, this particular fall, the spore count has been significantly higher than previous years, and spores are making their way into the neighborhoods bordering The Troop. Even worse, the spores are having a slightly different effect on top of the usual ones.

The spores, once inhaled, are growing into microscopic fungi that populate in the brains of citizens and take over the brains of the infected. Once taken over, the citizens who are infected are servants of The Troop, and will do whatever they can to infect others by whatever means possible, whether it's by capturing spores and releasing them in people's faces or by gagging up fungi that will infect others. Beyond that, there is a kind of mania about the people who have been infected - they are wide-eyed and high-energy, they will accost random people with spores or fungi, they will chase people down on the street to infect them.

Beyond that, there's another effect. Those inflicted with fungal infection become distinctly lacking in any kind of verbal filter. They will say exactly what they're thinking, they will blurt out secrets, expose themselves emotionally, and share their innermost thoughts and dreams. After all, it's not like the individual mushrooms in The Troop keep secrets, they're all part of a larger whole, and that's how infected individuals will behave. It's as if they're sharing a consciousness, taken over by the hive mind of The Troop, and see others as simply extensions of themselves.

Will your character get infected, try to help the infected somehow, or just plain stay out of the way of all this madness?

iii. The Mission: Full Fungal Smackdown

As the infection gradually progresses, those who are infected start to become more violent, which is a big problem. The infection is slowly spreading throughout the low-income neighborhood that it initiated in and moving toward the city proper, with increasingly aggressive infected doing their best to infect others. Their methods are starting to become more aggressive as well, where before they would simply spray others with spores or present them with mushrooms, they are now altering common devices like leaf blowers to spread the spores over a broader area and violently attacking people to shove mushrooms into people's mouths, curling fingers inside their mouths to force the fungi into their victims' sinuses and infect them.

It isn't just infection techniques that are getting more aggressive. Their behavior in general is aggressive - the infected are starting fights, are attacking people, often shouting in a strange, unintelligible language. The tone of the attack is that of people defending their own territory, fighting off intruders or predators, even if the person they're attacking made no moves to strike first. Attackers may fight hand-to-hand or even employ weapons that they are familiar with to attack others, whether it's guns, knives, laser swords, or anything else they might use in their regular uninfected life. Even those who were non-combatants will use kitchen knives or other makeshift weapons to attack the uninfected.

They never attack the infected, somehow they seem to know immediately who is and who isn't part of the hivemind.

As the attacks start to really escalate and there is panic in the streets, characters will be informed that a cure for the infection has been found, and everyone who isn't infected should stop by one of the Sylphid trucks carrying syringes of the cure and load up. Anyone who's able to fight, or even who is just capable of carrying and using a syringe, is asked to take a bandeau of them and to inoculate anyone infected. Unfortunately, though, the only real way to tell if someone is infected is by that wide-eyed look, and the attack that comes out of nowhere.

iv. Welcome to the Broken World.

The simulation is over, and you don't even know how you got here from there.

All you know is that one moment you were participating in a mission to save the Sylphid children, to uphold peace talks, and then you were asleep again, after the mission was over.

You wake up in what seems like the blink of an eye, nauseous and dizzy but otherwise unscathed, possessions taken away, barefoot and dressed only in a set of plain grey clothing, like the most bland uniform ever imagined, in an empty room with empty walls and one single door with a small barred window and a single number printed just above it. The door is locked and cannot be broken by any means, you can feel your connection with any superhuman powers you had severed, leaving them just out of reach - you can feel them there, tingling at your fingertips or in the back of your brain, but you just can't get to them. There is no one to greet you or explain what's happening. You start to lose track of time, the only sound the distant ticking of what sounds like a massive clock.

Just when things seem hopeless, when you feel like you're about to go mad, there's the sound of a commotion outside your door. The sounds of a battle, or perhaps an infiltration gone just slightly wrong. Either way, when the door opens, there is a figure there with a hand outstretched.

"Welcome to the Broken World. Come on, we'll explain everything just as soon as we get you and the others out of here."

purplexing: (yet the barbs continue)

[personal profile] purplexing 2022-11-20 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"What, is there something on my face? It can't be that you're shocked that I'm a turtle on the account that we've already established that fact- which I do have to admit is refreshing not to have to explain."

Donnie watches, surprised, really, as the young man walks over and eats something without an argument. He leans in closer, probably watching for any adverse side-effects.

"True, but that doesn't mean we have to be barbarians about it." Looks like at least the mushrooms are safe? He supposes he has eaten questionably worse but Run of the Mill pizza did cater to the yōkai populace and this place is... Well actually that's a good question.

"Saaaay, random person in my dream but do you happen to know where this is?"
concord_dawned: (mythosaur)

[personal profile] concord_dawned 2022-11-21 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ There is a moment where Boba doesn't know which name to give: Boba or Jaster. During his time on Concord Dawn, he'd become accustomed to using the second—but if he gives that name now, no doubt the man will assume him to be just another rank-and-file clonetrooper. Boba can't abide that, so, after a brief pause, he answers with the truth. ]

My name is Boba Fett.

[ He wonders if the clone will recognize the name. Once upon a time, when he'd been a fugitive from the Republic, he's sure it would've gotten some sort of reaction. Now, it's hard to say. The Republic is gone. And who knows if "experimental" clones are even taught about their progenitors?

Boba supposes it's irrelevant. If this "Clone Force 99" was trained in the same way as most clones, this one might at least know something about combat sims. ]


The mission to contain the spore infection—that could be the key objective we need to complete to end this.

[ Which Boba has just made a lot more difficult by convincing half the people here that he's infected. Oops. ]
tech_nically: (he wants what?)

[personal profile] tech_nically 2022-11-21 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Tech's eyes widen in clear recognition at the name. He couldn't say for sure how much regs knew or cared about their originator although he's certain they'd at least recognize the surname. Being who he is, Tech's done his research as he could.]

...you're Alpha.

[Coming across Jango Fett's son had never been a possibility in his mind. Formal reports stated that Boba had vanished right at the start of the Clone Wars. It's strange to process that this is who he's speaking to now.]

Sorry, somehow this is even more surreal than this fungus business. [He shakes his head.] I'm Tech. [May as well get that out of the way at least.

The proposition seems to have merit. It does seem the most obvious thing they're meant to do, although the complications caused by Boba's earlier actions don't go without acknowledgment.
]

It seems the most likely place to see what's going on. Strangely I haven't seen anyone who appears to be in charge around here. We may be more or less on our own now that we've all received our marching orders...

[Not that that guarantees others will overlook them if they see Boba out there.]

Here.

[He moves to untie the cord binding the man's wrists, not that it's difficult to do. He'll hand off his helmet to him then.]
concord_dawned: (neutral)

[personal profile] concord_dawned 2022-11-21 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ Alpha? Misgiving flashes over Boba's face at that. Is that what they're calling him now? ]

My name is Boba, [ he repeats, more forcefully this time. It does make a sort of sense; he was the first clone to be created—Alpha. Still, it disconcerts him. Forced into some incomprehensible training sim and now referred to by a name that identifies him first and foremost as a clone, it feels all too much like he's being reduced to an experiment. And why not? Tech had said that he's part of an experimental group himself. If that's the case, what better control to use than the only clone who had ever been created unaltered?

Boba shakes his head, forcing himself to focus on the task at hand. ]


Just as well. Perhaps they want to see how we perform without oversight.

[ A wariness enters his eyes when Tech makes to approach, but once he understands the clone's intentions, he turns slightly to let him undo the bindings around his wrists. They hadn't been that tight, but he rolls his shoulders once freed anyway out of habit.

He pauses when Tech hands his helmet to him. The only helmet he's ever worn has been his father's. Even so, he recognizes the necessity of concealing his identity given what's suspected of him... ]


I'm still wearing the same clothes, [ he points out, leaving Tech's helmet untouched. There's also the fact that his clothes happen to be quite identifiable as a prison uniform. Putting a helmet on top won't make that any less obvious. He scans their surroundings, trying to judge how large this complex might be. ] If we're lucky, there might be an armory somewhere around here...
tech_nically: (quit shoving)

[personal profile] tech_nically 2022-11-21 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
Sorry, of course. [He doesn't question the insistence- even if Alpha is essentially a name, it's still the moniker given by the Kaminoans, an identifier.

The details aren't lost on Tech. A helmet alone would draw more attention for the mismatch. He nods.
]

There should be. It would be foolish for them to expect us to go out against any threats unarmed.

[He pauses, gesturing after a couple of people hurrying along down the hall opposite others who look considerably more prepared. Stepping out just enough, Tech watches where they're going.]

If everyone's been given the notice to prepare, then maybe they'll show us where we need to be looking.
incinerating: (PROMARE_29224)

[personal profile] incinerating 2022-11-21 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"I mean, I wasn't expecting a talking turtle, but it is what it is--" Lio pauses mid-grab to glare at his green companion, "My name is Lio Fotia, and you're in my dream." In what universe is a turtle-man more likely to exist than a Burnish?

Honestly, dream or no dream, the whole thing is getting old. A scowl, dropping the mediocre pizza back onto the tray. It's not as if eating imaginary food will fill his actual stomach.

"Listen, I didn't go to sleep to talk nonsense with annoying characters or play out a bizarre plotline, so how about you just turn into a bird and fly off or something, before I dream you into turtle soup."

After everything that's happened, Lio's exhausted and needs the rest. Except... that isn't right, is it? Everything hasn't happened. It's still happening. When did he find the time to lay down? Where? Lio can't remember falling asleep. What was he doing last? Fighting by Galo's side. No, saving Galo. No... Lio squeezes his eyes shut, greasy fingers clenching into fists at his side.

"Wake up. Wake up. WAKE UP!" And that's when the small blonde bursts into flames.

Whoever's dream this is, it's about to get a hell of a lot hotter.
purplexing: (he's behind us isn't he)

[personal profile] purplexing 2022-11-21 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"Uh, no, pretty sure you're in my dream, for whatever reason I'm dreaming about a school cafeteria but I'm sure there's worse-"

The turtle looks flat-out shocked and quite offended then, his mouth agape. "Gasp, how dare you! No one's turning me into soup in my own dream, no matter how fashionably dressed they are!! That cravat is ridiculous, by the way- ohhhh, BURN!"

That is not a statement he'd expected to become literal. Donnie yelps and jumps back, his tray flying up in an almost comical spin above his head before he snatches it and holds it in front of him like a shield. He knows a flimsy cafeteria tray isn't going to save him from getting potentially barbecued but it's better than nothing.

"-AHH I didn't mean it! Oh g- does someone have a hose?!"
incinerating: (PROMARE_32677)

[personal profile] incinerating 2022-11-22 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't you dare hose me." A growl from within the fire, Lio's searing gaze fixed upon the turtle. For all the hyper-realistic brightness and heat of the flames, they aren't spreading. Not because this grease-trap of a cafeteria isn't flammable, but because Lio isn't on fire so much as Lio is the fire, and has no interest in wreaking chaos on innocent bystanders. No matter how hot under the collar he gets.

"Leave me alone! I'm concentrating--" Coming to shouldn't be this hard. After a life on the run Lio isn't exactly a heavy sleeper, and right now he's in no place to take a nap. Not when his people need him. Something is wrong.

"C'mon, wake up! Wake UP!!!" The flames burn brighter, hotter, flaring with his frustration, but when Lio opens his eyes he's still in the cafeteria. Now empty because anyone with a lick of self-preservation turned tail and fled at the first sign of fire.

Except the irritating turtle man, of course.

This dream keeps getting better and better.
purplexing: (I cannot believe you right now)

[personal profile] purplexing 2022-11-22 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
Spreading or not, Donnie's not one to stand there at ground zero with someone spontaneously combusting. He dances back as the heat intensifies, dropping his tray. Who cares about the free food right now anyway?

He can't really blame anyone for running, but he can't bring himself to just leave, not when the crazy burning blond has said some really strange things. Dreams shouldn't be threatening you and saying you're in their dream, after all. Or did they? Regardless, this is all way too real. The turtle teen flings himself behind the food table.

"-see, this is why you don't eat alien fungi!!" he shouts as he peers back over the table.
incinerating: (PROMARE_29161)

[personal profile] incinerating 2022-11-22 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Why are you still here?!" Lio shakes his head, blonde hair bobbing beneath the flames, "Why am I still here?!" His flare-up has nothing to do with fungi, and everything to do with the fact Lio can't remember what he was doing before he fell asleep.

Not being able to wake himself up is only adding fuel to the fire.

"This isn't real-- I know it isn't. Talking turtles are not real!" There's no way in hell Lio would have been incarcerated in a minimum security facility. Kray Foresight and the Freeze Force would never be so reckless.

Kray Foresight.

All at once Lio remembers, and if he looked on the edge of an explosion before he's a ticking timebomb now. The men clad in full-body emergency response suits entering the room behind him with extinguishers likely won't help the situation.
purplexing: (wha)

[personal profile] purplexing 2022-11-22 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Better question is your skin not melting off?! Look! I don't care if you don't believe this isn't real but right now I'm having a very hard time believing it isn't because it's getting real hot in here!!"

Humans normally don't have such powers unless they're mutated but this guy had looked pretty human to him. Mushroom pizza, alien fungi and now comic books? This dream's just pulling from everything now... except that Donatello's having a hard time convincing himself that it's simply a dream right now.

"-!" He gasps as the doors bust open then. "Well, figures someone was bound to come and do something eventually. Uh, hey! Fire guy? I know hoses sounded like a big 'no' for you but if you don't put a cap on it you're going to get doused with much more than just water!"
concord_dawned: (conflicted)

[personal profile] concord_dawned 2022-11-22 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ Boba follows Tech's gesture with his eyes, noting as well the stream of newly-equipped recruits. It's a promising sign—though inwardly, Boba wonders how much good armor could even do against airborne spores. His hadn't helped much against the hallucinogens on Xagobah.

Still, he needs a disguise—and though armor might not defend against the Troop, it might at least offer protection from those maddened by it. ]


I doubt they'll take kindly to the sight of me arming myself. [ He picks up the discarded fibercord from the floor and loops it back into place behind his back, pinching the loose end between his wrists to create the illusion that he's bound again. ] The room we woke up in should be empty now. Leave me there, then bring armor.

[ And then they'll pursue this "mission" of theirs, the apprehension of which had driven Boba to attack Tech in the first place. The irony isn't lost on him. He feels the same sense of foreboding gnawing at the back of his mind now, yet if it's the best shot they have at ending the simulation, then what choice does he have?

One thing he knows: if this is a simulation that he's been placed in against his will, then there's someone on the outside responsible. Getting out is just the first step. The next is making that someone pay. ]
tech_nically: (just a tad concerned)

[personal profile] tech_nically 2022-11-22 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Truthfully Tech is aware of that as well. He's unsure just how far things will go in this supposed simulation and not very willing to find out how badly being actually infected by the Troop could be. Pain had felt real enough.]

...understood. [Boba's suggestion makes sense enough, so he nods, checking the hall again before gesturing for them to move. Tech falls in step beside Boba, tucking his helmet under an arm again as they start down the corridor.

Thankfully the attention they draw is minimal, people ready to tackle the actual mission, perhaps even further convinced of the situation's severity for Boba's earlier scene. The room and its rows of beds is indeed empty when they reach it.
]

All right. Wait here, and I'll see what I can find.
tech_nically: (i only learned about them recently but)

[personal profile] tech_nically 2022-11-22 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
Are those stuck in the simulation stuck running through it until some kind of completion- and if so what would that be? Or can they end it prematurely and trigger waking up somehow, and if so, what would do it?
incinerating: (PROMARE_30799)

[personal profile] incinerating 2022-11-22 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
"My name is Lio Fotia!" Maybe it's the wrong thing to fixate on in the moment, but is it really that hard to remember? As soon as people know he's Burnish it's almost as if Lio ceases to be his own person and is reduced to a fiery threat.

Which is why he takes less than kindly to the armed men creeping up behind him. This is the kind of dream Lio's used to, and the one place he can burn people to a crisp with only a sliver of guilt. He rounds with a hiss, flames leaping away from his body to form a sabre-like shape in one hand.

"I'd back off if I were you, that won't do shi--" Yeah, the sharp blast of firefighting foam more technologically advanced than anything from Lio's world says otherwise. He takes it straight to the face... and so does the turtle, because clearly he's part of this ruckus too, right?
concord_dawned: (neutral)

[personal profile] concord_dawned 2022-11-22 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ Boba follows Tech through the compound, careful to avoid the gazes of the other recruits passing by. In truth, it feels good to have a plan again, to have a goal, even if it's as strange as "escape the simulation." He may not look forward to the mission itself—the threat of mind-altering substances brings to mind unwanted memories of Lenovar's final, pitiful moments—but to have objectives to focus on besides wait and endure and say nothing comes as a relief—

Though, he'll still have to wait a little longer, it seems. They enter the room they had awoken in and Boba nods once at Tech's instructions. If there's one thing the past months have taught him, it's patience. So he finds a spot at the foot of one of the beds, sits down, and, as he's done for weeks now, waits. ]
tech_nically: (what is it)

[personal profile] tech_nically 2022-11-22 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Tech doesn't linger long once he's dropped Boba off. He slips back out and heads down the hall where he'd seen others start to go. By now there aren't many at all lingering around, just as well, he figures as it takes him a few tries with the doorways he finds until he locates the armory.

It's not exactly the sort of armory he expects, but by way of gear it still more than suffices. Tech looks things over before picking out necessities first, then additional armaments, mindful that Boba while likely older than him is still on the smaller side.
]

Ah, this should work.

[He also finds some headgear, that while not fully encompassing as a helmet, there are also masks with filters that would do for disguising as well as cut down on spore exposure. Hopefully. But then the last time he'd been in the Troop he hadn't had his helmet available to him...

Pausing again, Tech shakes his head. He's been there before, he's certain of it. So what's the connection? Frowning, he settles his helmet over his head so he can gather up the gear he's picked out in both his arms, making his way back out and to the room where Boba awaits.
]

Here, this is the best I could do.
purplexing: (he's behind us isn't he)

[personal profile] purplexing 2022-11-22 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
Donnie runs a hand over his face. Really, he probably should have left with everyone else. Now the exit's blocked and he anticipates that things can only get worse.

"Oh n-"

Sometimes. Sometimes. He hates being right.

He sputters and flails as the foam douses not only Lio but the buffet table and him in the process. "I'm not the one on fire!!!" he tries to clarify, but it's difficult when you're getting creamed. Literally.
concord_dawned: (Default)

[personal profile] concord_dawned 2022-11-26 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ To Tech's credit, it isn't a long wait. Boba looks up as the clone appears in the doorway, eyes immediately going to the small pile of clothing and armor in his hands. None of it is in a familiar style—neither Mandalorian nor Imperial—but that's hardly surprising. If this is a simulation, there's no reason their captors should tip their hands. Boba walks over, taking the bundle and looking it over. He makes a small noise of approval. ]

It'll do, [ he says with a nod. ] Keep watch. I won't be long.

[ With that, he closes the door again. It's a quick change; mostly, Boba is simply grateful to be out of a prison uniform for the first time in months—even if it is simulated and even if the armor isn't his. It's still something solid, a much-needed barrier between him and the rest of the world.

The mask is the last piece he puts on and the one Boba finds the most lacking. He'd much prefer complete coverage and, for a moment, he regrets not taking Tech's helmet when it was offered—but there's no use in dwelling on it. Beggars can't be choosers. He takes a deep breath and listens to the hiss of the built-in air filters. It is, at least, specialized to the task at hand.

It's not long before he emerges from the room. Even without a full helmet, the armor seems to render him a new person, larger and more imposing. Perhaps there's a slight difference in the way he carries himself, too, an ease that wasn't there before. ]


Right, [ he says as he takes his place beside Tech. He looks around, noting with satisfaction how the other recruits passing by don't pay him a second glance. ] You said you'd been on a mission to the Troop before. What was your objective there?

[ If Boba is lucky, "containing the spore threat" will mean simply neutralizing anyone infected by them—work that's simple, straightforward, and familiar. Actually finding a way to cure them... that might be a little more out of his wheelhouse. ]
tech_nically: (say what now)

[personal profile] tech_nically 2022-11-26 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Amazing what a new change of clothes can do for a person. Tech isn't too surprised. Prison uniforms were just as much a punishment for how demeaning they were to the wearer.

Once Boba reemerges, Tech gives him a quick appraisal, nodding. He gestures with his head in the direction others are heading before starting after them.
]

...it was...retrieval. We were tasked with getting samples, specimens from the Troop. Yes, I was with someone else. We were warned that to expect some retaliation and that the spores had hallucinogenic effects, but the masks we were equipped with were not very protective.
concord_dawned: (mythosaur)

[personal profile] concord_dawned 2022-11-26 11:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ Boba follows alongside him, listening intently. It's not exactly encouraging to hear that their masks hadn't worked—he'd prefer if the one he was wearing now had some function aside from disguise. ]

Was anyone infected? [ he asks, eyes darting to track other recruits as they pass. Some carry what looks like medical or research equipment. Others, weapons. It seems they really are being left to their own devices. But which route ends the simulation? The lack of a clear objective grates at the back of Boba's mind. Bad enough to be unwillingly assessed by an unseen observer. Worse still not to know how he's being evaluated—or the consequences for failure. ]
tech_nically: (this tank is too slow)

[personal profile] tech_nically 2022-11-26 06:22 pm (UTC)(link)
There was no infection. Nothing like what's been described as happening here. [He holds tightly as he can to this train of thought, this memory, not trusting that it might slip from him again.]

To some degree, the Troop is sentient, yes, but...they didn't outright attack us in the manner this current mission is claiming them to do. This is...wrong. Something about this whole matter is still off but I'm having trouble trying to pinpoint it.

[Regardless, he knows he can't just ignore the warnings impressed upon them with the mission briefing. They're still essentially heading blind into things, simulation or not, and they had definitely not been trained to be careless.

At least there's no guesswork in where they're to go. The hall ahead of them leads out to transports loading up while others set off in groups on foot. Sounds like things have already gotten a lot worse than initially anticipated.
]
concord_dawned: (close-up)

[personal profile] concord_dawned 2022-11-27 11:44 am (UTC)(link)
If this is a simulation, then whoever programmed it wouldn't need to make it conform to reality. [ The question then becomes why. If the Troop isn't a threat in the real world, why simulate a hostile version? Is someone planning a pre-emptive strike?

Even if they were, it wouldn't fully explain Boba's presence here. Unlike the other clone, he isn't a soldier to be dispatched at will—and, given his recent conviction for killing his superior officer, he isn't sure who would want him to be.

His musings quiet themselves as the hall before them opens up to waiting transports. It seems as if they're already being deployed. Unease stirs at the back of Boba's mind, hidden behind his mask and unbroken stride. ]


If one of us were to be infected here, [ he says, voice kept carefully neutral, ] would they be able to simulate its mental effects?

[ He's not sure how they would, but again, he's not the one who's experienced simulated training before. ]
tech_nically: (Omega's not here dude)

[personal profile] tech_nically 2022-11-27 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[That's an excellent question. Tech's not sure he likes the implications himself. Was this some kind of warning? Or a response...?

What awaits them? This simulation is already far too real for his liking. Boba's question is one he's been wondering himself, and not with any good answers.
]

I...am uncertain. Pain has obviously been emulated successfully, but I can't say how anything else in this is manipulated without knowing exactly how we've come to be in this situation.
brightsecrets: (What is reflected in my eyes?)

Lux Crownguard | Lux/League of Legends

[personal profile] brightsecrets 2022-11-28 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
I. AWAKENING

[Light peeks through the curtains and Lux sits up in bed with a yawn then a stretch. Wow. What a good night's sleep. Only... Wait. She hadn't gone to sleep in a bed. This wasn't the rough camp they'd made last night. Is she dreaming? How strange, to wake up in a dream.

Oh well!

Slipping out of bed, she stretches once more enjoying the lazy pull of muscle so early in the morning. Then... it's time to explore! Humming softly to herself, it's not long before she's discovered the door that leads to the breakfast room and she's quick to head towards the feast spread out on the tables.]

Ooooh breakfast!

[Her food is going to be pretty grim for a while back in the real world, might as well indulge her tastebuds while she can.]

Don't mind if I do.

[She doesn't take enough to be unslightly, but she takes a small sample of many of the dishes to try, before going to find a table.]

Hope you don't mind if I join you! It seems silly to eat alone. My name's Lux! What's yours?

III. THE MISSION

[Lux listens to the mission debrief with a sense of seriousness that was in stark contrast to her earlier sunny behavior. But if people are getting hurt? That's serious business. Sure, this is just a dream, but Lux is all too familiar with dreams having an affect on reality.

As the situation escalates, Lux ca be found actively on the streets trying to stop fights. She's glowing faintly, a prismatic barrier of her magic as a protective coating against the spores. Spotting another outsider, she smiles and goes to wave only for her eyes to go wide as she spots an infected person leaping towards them.]

Look out!

[Throwing up her hand, she sends out a beam of light that solidifies and stops the infected in their tracks. Binding them in place.]

Things are getting pretty intense. Are you okay?

[Another wave of her hand as she sends out a small bubble of magical energy - coating the stranger in protective magic.]

How about we work together? There's safety in numbers.

[Lux doesn't wait for an answer, moving to jab a syringe into her captured infected person.]

IV. WELCOME TO THE BROKEN WORLD.

[This time, Lux wakes up with a gasp, hands wrapping around her upset stomach as she's ripped awake. Hadn't she been doing... something? Where is she? Shivering in the strange, unfamiliar clothing, she starts to search the room for some sort of clue about what's going on. Is it the mage seekers? Have they found out about her finally? Oh, Garen's going to be a wreck.

Pacing in small circles, she tries to pull on her light. For a little reassurance. Only there's... nothing. She can't reach it. It's like when she'd taken that foul liquid all over again. This really is it then. Resigned, she drops back onto the bed, staring at the door with sad, blue eyes. Might as well save her strength to try and fight her way free when they come for her.

Only what comes for her is liberation. Taking the outstretched hand, she's whisked into a whirlwind of activity. The gun is unfamiliar, but she's familiar enough with the concept of them to not be completely useless.]

Thank you, but I won't...

[and before she can protest, her savior has moved on. Lux sighs and shakes her head, smiling ruefully. Well, they'll find out about her refusal to kill soon enough. For now, she's just got to make it out of here.]

Oh well, I guess it's just you and me now.

[She turns to the person still nearby with a small smile.]

I can't say I'm going to be very good with a gun, but I'll try my best! But we should probably get moving. If you're ready?

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