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test drive | 1
Welcome to the first test drive for Systemwide! We are excited to have you. All prospective players are welcome to tag in and test out their characters, be they unplugged or free born. We would like to offer a range of scenarios that can be expected during gameplay, which are also useable prompts for app samples, and of course, if something else about the setting strikes you, feel free to come up with your own!
Please put your character name and canon in your subject line, and indicate which prompt you are launching from.simulation | maybe this is your first time. perhaps you've been here countless times. it's a room, as confined as a boxing ring, as expansive as a battle field, whatever you need it to be, whatever you're here to train for.
1. Before you is a city of rooftops, empty of human life. This is a safe place, because while it may hurt you, at least it won't kill you. Perhaps you are practicing your influence over reality, leaping from rooftop to rooftop. Are you successful, or are you failing to free your mind? Perhaps you're helping someone else overcome their fear of heights.
And of course, an operator can always load up some Agent-like training programs to make it interesting.2. Congratulations, you know kung-fu, or maybe some other system of combat, like crazy parkour archery, cartwheeling with guns, or sword fighting on horse back. Perhaps you're trying out something even more fantastic, a magical skill or a superpower.
Show me. Or a friend.mission | whether on board a ship or with your mind sunk deep into a Matrix, you will have to join the battle eventually. sometimes things go terribly wrong. what are you gonna do about it?
reality | as much as many Matrixes are designed to be a comfort, you have to face the real world sometime. or maybe this is the world you have only ever known.3.
Something's gone wrong with this extraction.There's a lot of information to process. Your target's been extracted, and that's the good news -- your ship, in reality, is heading to their location now -- but the bad news is your team has been scattered. You could be anywhere within this Matrix, deep in the jungle, or lost on a subway train, or staggering out of the crashing waves of a night time beach, and the operator needs a minute to figure out your exact location before they can direct you to a port out of here, or send another operative to collect you.
All you have to do is stay alive for that long. Easy, right?4.
You were warned of this. You've been prepared in endless simulations, with a dozen cautionary tales, training sessions with the EMP. Still, it's nothing like you imagined, when the operator shouts: "Sentinel closing in at seven o' clock. It's gaining."
And then the shriek of metal.5. Annual celebrations are rare to come by, but the anniversary of Neo's Truce is one that always draws in the crowd. The event takes place in a massive cavern in Zion known as the Temple, and there is music, and there is dancing [a little NSFW].
Everyone is there.
Where are you?6.
The wind on your face, up here on the desolate surface, tastes bitter, different to what it feels like in a simulated reality. It's freezing cold and always dark, but sometimes, you need a reminder about what it is you're fighting for. Or maybe you're seeing the wasteland of Earth for the first time.
Either way, you shouldn't be out here for too long. The machines might find you.wildcard | choose your own adventure.
7. Perhaps you're riding with the Dothraki, or sitting under the Sorting Hat for the first time. Maybe the pleather bodysuit is pinching under your armpits as the traffic of the 90's roars by, or the Nova Empire's sprawling city glitters, towering above you. Maybe you're showing someone around the place you called home for your entire fictional life.
Or perhaps it's nothing as fantastical as that: the Council meeting droned on for two hours, and you're just happy to be home, even if it's a tiny enclosure with rust-edged furniture. Maybe someone's coming over for lunch, and there are real greens in the protein slurry today; maybe you're about to ask to join a crew.
There are infinite worlds to explore, but try to remember that only one of them is real.
u r my favorite
There are a lot of scenarios cycling through his mind when he joins the land of the living again. HYDRA. SHIELD. He'd been searching for something, something he'd thought would lead him to answers, to HYDRA or something bigger behind it, but instead he'd found himself on another cold metal table in another lab, and he knew — didn't he? — knew with that desperate, vain, sinking certainty that they'd dragged him back into the dark again.
But he wakes now still remembering that he'd woken before, to an old mattress and no restraints and— some kind of song coming out of the mouth of the man seated across from him. Maybe it isn't his first live performance since 1944; soldiers sing, even HYDRA agents, but an organization like that attracts certain types, and the types that are comfortable enough around HYDRA's deadliest weapon to strike up a song — well, he may not remember much, but he remembers what sadism sounds like coloring the voice. And this isn't that. This is definitely not that.
His brows knit. Seriously. What the hell. ]
Who the hell— [ —are you, presumably, but that's what he manages, voice dry from, y'know, the fact that he's never used it before. ]
im everyone's favourite look at this motherfucker
( his tone is that of someone affably correcting an unfortunate gap in someone else's knowledge, because clearly, bucky is asking after the song. did chumbawumba ever exist or were they only ever a part of the matrix? if lots of different matrixes have chumbawumba, does that mean they did exist, definitely, or that they must be programs? these are questions that seoraj has yet to find someone he is comfortable asking at three in the morning when they are trying to sleep, dude, but we all know it's coming.
his boots slide down from where he'd propped his feet up against the wall, his back to bucky's bed, and the motion of his body is more or less enough to get the chair turning in the right direction. he is big, chair is small, it's this whole thing. his tone softens, although the scottish accent doesn't: )
Seoraj. What're we gonna call you?
no subject
—And other such pressing concerns are lost and forgotten in the other man's shuffle of movement. The muscles of his back screw up a tick tighter, but the question scatters his focus again. 32557038 Sergeant J— He shakes his head, a small, quick flinch against the pillow. ]
The asset. [ Is what people call him. It sounds more like a question than an answer. Is that right? It seems safest. ]
Where?
no subject
The [SOMESHIP], ( he says, easy as. as what? is anything as easy as seoraj allaway when he wants to be, maybe not. ) Specifically. Reality, in the more general. You with me, sport?