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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!

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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.
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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?
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.
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.
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.

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Charles glared down at Captain. His knuckles were starting to throb pretty badly, and though Captain's expression wouldn't make anyone think he actually punched that hard, he could still see the bruise swelling.

But Captain made concessions. Terrible concessions, concessions that Charles shouldn't even have to ask to be concessions, but Captain had agreed to some of his demands for now.

"You're still too loud." He groused, flexing his hand. Forget about Captain's face, was he going to be able to work? He still needed to shove his hand into the hovercraft he was working on to retrieve his soldering iron. But first there was the matter of Captain's blasted replacement for Zee Mug.

"Your cup's too broken to fix." He crouched down to take a better look at the mess he was sure he was going to have to tidy up. "Look, half the splinters have fallen the grating already."

Captain turned a stern look on the shattered remains, waiting for some kind of alternate result. They took a stab at demanding pointing, but still the mug refused to come together, or to be anything other than the scattered remains of a poor quality replica. Waggling their finger impotently, Captain finally turned his gaze on Snippy. It was a look that the shorter human had been spared for much of their time together, but one that he might otherwise feel was familiar: keen study paired complacent patience. The Captain didn't have to say anything -- as per Snippy's true wish -- but they did discover something as the man looked about.

"Aha!" they boomed, forgetting themselves as they withdrew the straw from its catchment on the tines of the jack at the back of his head. Luckily, they slipped it in under the neckline of their uppermost layer as though it had never existed to begin with.

Snippy swore at the tooth-jarring sensation of the straw being dragged out of his head port, cringing enough that he was too slow to react as Captain stuffed the strew away.

"Bwah, wha- a straw!?" A sudden deep pang of jealousy hit him, born from the days when Captain possessed the last non-radioactive straw they'd been able to find, then was replaced by a burst of irritation at something as stupid as being jealous over a straw.

But that still didn't mean Captain could keep the straw. That straw deserved to be broken for its role in ruining Snippy's day.

"Give that here!" He lurched towards Captain and grabbed at the neck of his shirt. "You're not having that if you're going to use it as a weapon!"

"Sn-nn-ipp--ppy!" Through the shaking the Captain was getting, it was hard to reprimand their minion properly. This was not how things were supposed to go at all: Snippy should have been chased away by bees at this point, or perhaps left groveling on the ground for some other reason. Also, Captain's jaw sang whenever they tried to conspiratorially hiss, which meant that it was going to be throbbing in pain very shortly. "HALT THIS MADNESS AT ONCE YOU WIGGLY OAF!"

Well, that wasn't conspiratorial whispering anymore, but then, how long had Snippy really expected the Captain to respect his true wishes?

For now, everything under Captain's layers and layers of sweater-bits was being kept well in hand, as they were grasping at their torso as though it was their last life-saver, and a favourite flavour at that. It was more important even than remaining upright, which was something of a difficulty under the kind of treatment they were getting. Did Snippy understand how difficult it was to mince over docking bay floors in stocking feet, not to mention the multiple layers of Zion's assisted living district and every layer of the cake between there and here?! At some point Captain was going to have to instill better mindfulness of the soleful regions.

Yes, the straw was going to stay on their person, at least until that point. Soon enough they placed the full brunt of their dirty hand on Snippy's face, forcefully pushing him back. "Pull your face back together my friend, it is making the most thrilling attempt to escape in every direction and I mustn't be made to chase after each caterpillar and stray hair. Deep breaths!"

He was forced to let go of Captain's collar when Captain shoved him, due to Captain's greater arm length resulting in his head being bent back. He didn't bite, partly to avoid being bellowed at again and partly because he was sure whatever dirt he'd just had rubbed on his face was radioactive.

"Bwah, you're disgusting!" He pulled up his sweater and scrubbed his face vigorously. "Use a sink once in a while! The world doesn't clean you here."

He tugged his sweater down again to glare hotly as soon as he'd replaced Captain's muck with streaks of engine grease, threatening him with a fervent "I'll get it soon! And you'll thank me when I do, because if you do that to anyone else, a bruised jaw is going to be the least of your worries."

It was unfortunate that the entire time Snippy was scrubbing madly at his face, he couldn't see outwards, as Captain was taking a moment to threaten the well-being of the man's stomach with pokings that didn't strike home. Honoured wishes and all...

Captain had pulled their hands back when Snippy returned to scorching them with his single-minded fury, weathering the outpouring of pure hatred with a vapid, fond little smile. "Snippy, you are my left-handed man, and the only fair minion of Captania who can speak the truths! Speak the fairytales that will bring a ray of sunshine into the sad lives of these Zion-loafers."

Sighing dramatically, then placing a tentative hand to their jaw, Captain gave a note that sounded like it was about to spring forth into song. Snippy might recognize the prelude as a full-on gearing up, once it all fell into place.

"Without a ray of hope
Without a dream of sunshine,"

they boomed, causing a few of the workers who'd paused to see what the hell was going on with the fight to outright stop and stare,

"All our friends from down under
will know nothing but the pickled brine!

The pickled brine...
of dis-con-tent-ment!"

They'd slid around Snippy as they yodelled and now, Avon-style, presented the man to the onlooking workers by running their hands up and down either side of his face -- never touching, of course -- at least until Snippy whirled on them again, then it was bouncing backwards, grabbing ahold of one of the outthrust sensor-arrays on the ship in order to hoist themselves above the crowd.

"But my left-handed man
with the first-degree whine!

That's 'S-N-I-double P P-Y' but shout it like it's thunder!
He'll give you all a sign!

Yes a positive sign--"

Captain had hopped down again, had made a heart-shape with their hands and proceeded to palpitate it over their lumpy sweater-heavy chest

"--to relieve all of your...
re-sent-ment!"

There were people looking alright, some glaring in irritation at their work being disturbed while others were gawking and chuckling at the oddball, though, as Snippy realised in horror, more and more were chuckling directly at him.

His face burnt a brilliant red as the glares began to turn on him as well. Some of them, like Bill in the bay opposite, obviously just wanted him to drag his crazy friend out before the whole yard completely fell behind schedule, but there was a particular quality to some of the looks he was getting that suggested some people were taking Captain's heartbeat dance way too literally.

"I'm not a wife-beater!" He howled as he hurled himself at Captain in an attempt to smother those gestures. "I'm a single man!"

"A single man!" Captain parroted, still singing, "who can can!"

They got about two iterations of running and kicking and holding the hem of their sweater closed as they high-toed it around Snippy's work bay, crushing bits of un-fired mug under stocking feet, even showing a little bit of pasty ankle and lower leg-jack scarring before the short man managed to tackle them forward and into the sharp edges of the grated floor.

Captain's bruised jaw smashed against the metal and they squawked with the undignified glory of a full-throated buffoon. "Mein face!!"

"It's going to be more than your face in a minute!" He threatened. He shoved himself up to kneeling, making sure to keep Captain pinned as he did so, then twisted Captain's arm back so he could keep them in check.

"Sorry, sorry!" He called out to the crowd, followed by a hissed 'Get up.' "I'm taking Captain back to the ward now, so, um, just get on with your day!"

Wiggling like a limp noodle, Captain tasted Snippy's long delayed vengeance clearly, though they didn't quite understand the why or how of it. Were they not a good ruler? A benevolent governess to minions who needed guidance and the occasional hard knocks to achieve their true potential?

In any case, their thoughts were preoccupied by their painful jaw at the moment, and on Snippy's knee in their back. Bits of sharp clay were caught between the floor and their sweaters, but more importantly all of the junk that Captain had been filching was caught between the various layers of their sweaters and their babyish skin. The wrenched arm sealed the deal: Captain bugled a note of distress when they didn't see an immediate outcome to this travesty, but only a collection of bruised flesh and, worse, ego.

"Fire!" Captain yowled. Everybody knew that in the case of an assault, one was to shrill the most likely threat to damage nearby property in order to get attention -- of course, the method of shrilling was different between the ANNET-laced matrix of their past and the gloriously uncopyrighted free speech of Zion -- but Captain was very quickly running out of options. It might have been the first time that they ever truly considered options to begin with. "Fire! Fire in the disco!!"

"Right, we're taking you home now where there's no one for you to distract." Snippy announced through Captain's squalling as much to the rest of the room as to Captain. He manoeuvred the pair of them down the shortest path he could, keeping his pressure on Captain's arm to stop the bastard from escaping again while keeping his eyes firmly fixed ahead.

The elevator cage was already waiting, thank G-d, and there was no one else inside, thank G-d again, so once Snippy managed to shove the pair of them inside and get it on the move to his floor he finally let himself relax just a bit and consider the situation.

"This is all your fault, you know." He eased his grip on Captain's arm, wincing at the marks he'd left on Captain's wrist. "G-damn it, Captain, we're in a society again. There's people here, real people, and that means there's consequences for your actions. You have to stop acting on the first stupid thought that pops into your head."

The workers in the bay and beyond paused as Captain continued to yowl... and then yodel, once the immediate pressure was off. What in the name of Neo was going on with their usually pragmatic, un-noteworthy coworker?! Looked like gossip while Snippy and Captain were away...

Captain sprawled against the corner of the elevator, leaning heavily on the thigh-high bar and giving Snippy a look that was hard to nail down. It could be yearning, but it could also be the intense interest of a small child ogling a snail that needed the pinpoint beam of a magnifying glass. Whatever the case, he had Captain's full attention.

"Society?" Captain replied, "society is the real illusion, Snippy; we are a collection of thoughts and delicious meaty bits trying to make things happen. It is not for you or me to determine what is stupid and what is genius, it is for the thoughtful meaty bits to work out in time!"

This dissertation, of course, brought about by Captain's digging about in pockets. They pulled out a medallion on a plumbers chain, dangled it seductively between their fingers so that it could pendulum between them. "Look into my eyes," Captain beseeched, voice dropping into what could only be described as a cheesy (but probably more accurate than most) Transylvanian cadence. "Wipe that frown upside down, my Snippling."

Charles batted that medallion out of the way, suddenly furious again.

"No! This isn't- actually, no, you're right, it's not your place to decide what's stupid, so let someone who's actually worked out how to fit in tell you!" There was hardly any room to pace, so he did little more than turn in circles, but the movement helped let out some of his agitation

"It doesn't matter what you want or what you think or what you remember, the fact is that we're in Zion's city and we have to contribute. Do you think our food appears out of thin air? Do you think the electricity just springs out of magic? No! People are working to make those happen and if we don't work too we don't get to have any of those. If you can't get yourself together enough to do something productive you've got to stop getting in the way of those of us who do."

Spinning and spinning. Captain followed Snippy's gaze, which meant minute gestures on their part as his face slipped in and out of view. They managed to distract themselves with the medallion, as it had come back from a jouncing to a smooth swing again... and then Captain seemed lost in their own little game for the duration of the rant.

To be fair, the moment that Snippy left an opening, Captain snatched the medallion back up and clapped a light, bony hand to the man's shoulder to keep him from pacing. "Spoken like a true minion! Ah, Snippy, you know for many long, wintry years you have been an excellent sherpa despite your noodling and rudeling. I am so proud of you..." Such fondness from a benevolent overlord. Captain didn't even mind if their hand was shrugged off at this point. "I have been conserving my energies, waiting for an inter-cultural mixer! But! I see I will have to take my energies to them!"

Captain clamped the medallion between their teeth for emphasis, then shoved it back into their pocket. "Yes, these Zionites enjoy a celebration and will provide many food stuffs and other delicious goodies in the pursuit of a happy marriage of our two peoples! Excellent idea, mein Snips! I shall begin the preparation at once!"

From most people, Snippy would have taken 'happy marriage' to be a metaphor, but given this was Captain... he juddered at a sudden horrific mental image of being squashed into a lacy flock and jabbed his finger in Captain's face.

"I don't care how much you flatter me, no marriages! No dresses, no speeches, no cakes made out of trash and no mimicking any priests! We don't know these people well enough yet not to know if you'll be stoned for being a heretic for that!"

Snippy got the vindication of seeing Captain's violet eyes cross to the point of the man's grubby fingernail. In the matrix, it would have been a bemused, formless stare. Here the gesture actually seemed to get some kind of reaction... though what was going on in Captain's mind remained as opaque as ever.

"Sticks and stones, Mr. Snippy," Captain chuckled, patting the shorter man's hand jarringly. "There is more than one way to go native!"

Charles was sure there were many ways for Captain to communicate with the Natives, each more risky and fool-minded than the last... but asking Captain to elaborate would probably result in him having his ear nattered off for the next hour. He closed his eyes and drew a very deliberate, very contained breath through his nose, holding his frustration and then letting it go in a puff out outward air as his shoulders slumped.

"Before that, we're going to stop by home and get you cleaned up." He muttered. "I'm not in any mood to listen to those priests nag at me for the state you're in."

Now that the initial rush of adrenaline had worn off, Charles found himself beginning to dread that moment. It wasn't that he didn't think the priests weren't doing a good job, they were, it was just that he knew in his heart of hearts that enlightenment was just another name for peaceful self-delusion. He kept his interactions short and to the point where he could when dealing with Captain's caretakers, but he was sure his discomfort was visible given how it oozed off of him in waves as he tried not to make any comments that would give away his utter disdain for their livelihood.

The bell pinged as the lift juddered to a halt at their floor. Charles set his hand on Captain's elbow, not feeling the need to drag Captain again just yet, but still not trusting Captain not to run off if they didn't know Charles was keeping close tabs on them.

Captain made Snippy's life easier for him by wriggling the man's hand between the crook of their elbow and then cinching it off at the pass, like a proper lady might if she were keeping tabs on a nervous, tiny dog. Sallying forth from the elevator, they all but dragged the shorter man alongside, using the full potential of their long stride to propel them down the hall. Captain knew where Snippy's small home was, oh yes they did. Grungy stocking feet and a look of pure grit was going to get them there before Snippy had the chance to reorient himself as the leader of this little outing, bruises and minor lacerations be damned.

"So how is the mission with the ship coming along?" they queried, feeling the need to elaborate about their clever native antics ebb for the moment. "Do I need to conscript other monkeys to do your wrenching?!"

He bwah-d at Captain's sudden drag but let himself be led along since they were headed the right way, even if he had to half-trot to keep up with Captain's great strides.

"It'd be going on better if someone hadn't made me drop my soldering iron..." He groused. "It's going, but it's going to take a while longer. The Sentinels ripped half the hull apart; it's a miracle it managed to limp back at all. I'd take you up on that offer if I didn't know you'd just stick monkey tails on some of the poor sods you pick flowers with."

Charles fumbled in his pocket for his keys as they came up to their apartment and let the pair of them in.

"Sit down, I'll go get the first aid kit. You'd better take off those socks too, I'm sure you stomped some of that mug while you were yodelling."

"Mug Two," Captain slouched remorsefully. In all of the busy bumblings up in the work bay, they had not fully had time to process their grief over the sudden loss. Mug Two was inferior in every way to Zee Mug, but Captain had had high hopes for the monstrous remodeled vessel. They'd hoped that one day it might become a Real Mug. They simply hadn't had enough time to place enough devotion into it... and now it was nothing but shards to be trodden on. At least most of them lay strewn about Snippy's work bay, the better to keep an eye on him.

Captain's slouch took them all the way down onto the rickety chair that Snippy kept. It creaked ominously under the human's ungainly weight, and yet the sound was familiar enough by now that Captain did not shoot straight up again. The loss of Mug Two throbbed in time with the wide, purple blotch on their jaw. "I am disconsolate," they announced, following a startled sigh. "Nurse, bring me my morphine, and then it is straight back to the hovering machine for you." The pure yearning in Captain's voice suggested that they had wretched plans for the hovercraft that Snippy was working on.

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I am so sorry, Snippy. ;w;

Re: I am so sorry, Snippy. ;w;

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