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TEST DRIVE MEME #1

JANUARY TEST DRIVE





1: SPRAWLING WASTELAND, GLOWING IN THE DARK
No sunlight reaches the Underground, but there is rain: grey, oily droplets that slowly trickle down from the city above, seeping through layers of concrete until they drip from broken light fixtures onto the aptly named black markets below. The glow of neon signs keeps the shadows at bay, just barely. What was once a system of utility tunnels and basement bunkers is now a warren of tiny shops offering reprogrammed ID chips and back-alley cybernetic upgrades, where hitmen and slave traders operate with lawless impunity. But someone is always watching... the eyes of Yakashbah, graffitied in bioluminescent paint, stare unblinking from the walls.

People come to this place for only two reasons: they're either looking for something, or they're trying not to be found. Whatever your reason, the Underground welcomes you.
2: A MIND OF DARKNESS, A HEART OF LIGHT
Outside of manicured parks and glass-enclosed vertical farms, green space is rare in New Gate City, so the elites flaunt their wealth in private rooftop gardens. Fragrant, exotic flowers bloom amidst strings of lanterns, and real grass - an extravagant luxury - carpets the ground beneath partygoers' feet as they sip champagne and admire the dark cityscape below. Tonight, one of the Douman Zaibatsu's myriad charity organizations hosts its annual fundraising gala... but this year, the special guests attract even more attention than the celebrities and fashionistas in attendance. Representatives from the Neo Sapien Organization have been invited to speak on the topic of Human/Meta-human relations, and to raise money on behalf of job placement programs for impoverished Metas in the Last Ward. Of course, most within the Douman Zaibatsu would prefer that these "job placement programs" send Metas to the farms far outside New Gate City (or better yet, to the lunar strip mines), but at least for tonight, members of both factions hide behind false smiles and false words.
3: AS FEAR'S REPLICATING, YOUR WORDS RESONATING
Someone gasps, and everyone looks up. Arcadia's central shopping district goes silent, save for the distant sound of pop tunes played over tinny speakers, as a massive black banner unfurls down the side of a building. A crudely drawn eye fills the banner, bisected by a line of white paint... the unofficial symbol of the Meta rights movement. People start to whisper, and somewhere, there's a cheer. Police drones buzz through the air above.

Meta rights protests aren't uncommon in this part of New Gate City, even though they're soon dispersed by local security forces. This banner, too, will be quickly taken down and destroyed, but the photos and videos of the event will be harder to suppress. Already, the bystanders are murmuring to each other, some in support and some in fear. Others keep their heads down, wary of expressing their true feelings about the rising numbers of Meta-humans. And as security forces move to block off the area, others are frantically trying to disappear.
4: A NEW HOPE GLISTENS OFF THE STREETS
The blocks surrounding the Neo Sapien Organization's headquarters in the Middle Ward are like an oasis at the center of an otherwise inhospitable city. Old buildings have been renovated into bright and cheerful apartments that accommodate a variety of Meta-human physiologies, Meta schools and Meta-owned businesses are flourishing, and Meta-friendly shops and cafes line the streets.

The best coffee in the Middle Ward can be found at The Mean Bean, just across from the NSO building, where the shop's fire-breathing Meta owner personally roasts every batch. NSO employees and and other patrons of the popular cafe congregate to discuss local news and gossip: a proposed Meta registration and identification law, rumors of vigilante gangs near the border with the Last Ward, and rivalries between NSO university sports teams. Arguments occasionally grow heated (especially when it comes to sports), but overall the atmosphere is friendly and congenial.
5: WITHIN THE CHAOS, I KNOW I'M NOT ALONE
The Last Ward's electrical grid is reliably unreliable, but blackouts on this scale are rare. Half the ward has been dark for the past three days, save for a few emergency generators and dwindling battery backups. As winter winds batter old, drafty concrete apartment blocks, the residents grow restless and frustrated. Police have already put down several riots, but there's no stopping the spike in looting and other petty crimes.

In the Parish, many people have opted to barricade themselves inside their homes until the blackout ends, but others are taking advantage of the chaos. Most, though, have chosen to band together to protect each other throughout the long nights. The people of the Parish may not have much, but at least they have a sense of community.
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[personal profile] shattertime 2020-01-08 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's not 'ha-ha' funny, but I'm sure some people find it amusing." The worst kind of people, of course. "And I'm here because I don't trust our hosts, even if the NSO does. Why are you here?"

Generally if Jinx showed up somewhere, chaos was to follow. Perhaps it was best Ekko simply got out of the way, unless he needed to protect any innocents that might get caught up-or help with the chaos. Really depended on what she was planning.
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[personal profile] defencive 2020-01-08 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't know how often spite enters into it," Weiss says, thinking over the problem seriously now. It was better than 'partying', at least here. "Leaders need to be able to bring people together. Obviously you can't please all the people all of the time, but there's two sides to these things. Inspiring those who want to do good, and persuading those who don't sounds...doable. People have done it in the past over and over, haven't they?"
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[personal profile] defencive 2020-01-08 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"What's that supposed to mean?" she asks on reflex, bristling before remembering the context.

"No, sorry, doesn't matter," she says. "It would be weird anyway. I don't know for types, but we've got very different outlooks on life."
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[personal profile] defencive 2020-01-08 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[She rolls her eyes.]

I suppose so. I'm not going to call exterminators on a menace.
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[personal profile] defencive 2020-01-08 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"I think I just tend to have friends who cause problems on purpose," she admits as she sits down again. "Unavoidable, sometimes."
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[personal profile] defencive 2020-01-08 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Don't you think I know that?" Weiss demands, despite the obvious fact that this guy legitimately has no idea who she is. She temporarily course-corrects in her brain and gets back to the point, pursuing him but only so she doesn't have to shout her next point.

"If you're running, how do I know you didn't put that up there?" she hisses, trying not to cause a panic in the crowd.
defencive: (Cower as they pillage your homes!)

[personal profile] defencive 2020-01-08 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
If she's going to be like that, Weiss is just going to turn back to her work quietly. For about five seconds. And then she's going to deliberately elbow her in the ribs.

You can't just give her an opening like that and expect her not to take it.
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[personal profile] sea_salty 2020-01-08 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"So, anyone I should know?" Lapis asks playfully, starting to feel more at ease around Weiss.
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[personal profile] springforth 2020-01-08 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[Given her own mother owns several farms, a similar image sets in her head. She'd been scolded often enough about the green smudges and dirt under her nails to know how much her mother prefers managing versus manual labor.]

Did they really? For everyone? It must have cost a fortune. All that space. How can they even see the screen that way? Weren't they worried about the grass?

[It must have happened so long ago and she's still worried about their grass.]
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[personal profile] nephtunium 2020-01-08 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
I. Searching for or being searched for?

The woman dodges the oily drops as they come from above, grimacing at the smell they give off when they splash against the ground or anyone unlucky enough to be underneath them at the wrong time. The neon light's mostly enough for her to see by, and besides, what she's looking for is easy to spot even in shadow. Not easy to find above ground, though, which is why she's down here in the first place. Even if DZ's garbage and makes it hard to get what she and others need, in some ways she prefers that to the lawlessness of the underground...and those eyes everywhere is incredibly unnerving and keying up her instincts far too much. It worries her, especially when she knows there are those who might use that to their advantage...

So it's a little surprising when she accidentally bumps into someone, perhaps even you. "Oh, s-sorry...lack o'light's playin' tricks." Even in the shadows, the metal at her ears and throat catch the light as much as her dark auburn hair and bright green eyes do, somewhat intense and focused for where the two of you are.


II. A Flower Among the Thorns

Nephenee still isn't entirely certainly how she got hired as a guard for this event, but here she is. Not that she will complain about the pay, and as far as she knows, her employer isn't all that bad a person...so she'd taken the contract. And given the nature of her powers, it's easy enough to blend in...esepcially when her employer had insisted she wear this dress to do so. Dear lord, if this fabric was any tighter, anyone staring could find her religion! At least her hair doesn't stand out any, not in these parts - it helps hide her using her power in the first place. Given some time, it'll fade to her normal reddish-brown, but for now, it's as green as neptunium V.
Under orders to 'mingle' and keep an eye out, the woman does so, though she's clearly out of her element, her smile for the most part forced and her words stilted as she tries to hide her accent around the people she doesn't know, and especially the highbrow folks. But if she knows you, she's considerably calmer, for the most part, aside from the constant scanning of the place for threats. The thing about this place that seems to really make her chill is those beautiful flowers...

If she's not among the others or sneaking some food, she's easy to find amongst the blooms. And the smile she wears as she gently touches the stems and examines them is anything but false.


V. Cold Winds, Warm Heart

The winter winds whistle through the window before they're slammed shut again, the metallurgist muttering under her breath as she slapped more tape down again. While the chill doesn't bother her so much - she's practically a furnace - those she's holed up with at the moment might not find it comfortable, and their heater and power source need to stay shielded or it's going to go cold and dark again...stupid unreliable second-hand generators! But she'll do her best...she has others relying on her...

Nephenee sighs, turning back to whoever's with her.

A) "Geez, this winter's gettin' bad. Never seen it co cold an' the power out like this...what 'bout ya? Ever seen it like this?"
B) "How ya holdin' up? Do ya need anythin'? Ah can get more blankets out if ya need..."
C) Wildcard!
Edited 2020-01-09 01:33 (UTC)
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[personal profile] abgrund 2020-01-09 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
Ethanol and soda doesn't sound as appealing as the good beer, and he's partial to spending more than the usual patron in Andrei's establishment due to it holding his interest.

"I'll have the good beer," he says after a moment of thought. No comments on his bodyguard, though Andrei might expect that he's not allowed to drink while on duty.
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[personal profile] mammal_robot 2020-01-09 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
I can DEEPLY relate.

[Robo gestured with a fork at the whole gathering.]

Do you think anything is actually going to come of all this? I've been to more of these dinners than I can count.
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[personal profile] psychokinesia 2020-01-09 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
"But if you're an AI then your personal life would be included in that category, wouldn't it? So it's all fair game, kekekeke!" That's... that's not really how that works, but whatever. This is his plan and he's going for it.

Add leans across the table again, drawing more than a few judgmental gazes in their direction as he continues to loudly confess his professional interest. "I want to know everything about you! An AI that's over a hundred years old yet expresses a higher understanding of free will and emotions than even some of the most advanced models to date... if it's real then why was only one model ever made? Who could've designed such a beautiful specimen? Why can't the technology be replicated after all this time? Surely someone would've been able to reverse-engineer it by now! Or is there some other key component that everyone's been missing, the secret to unlocking the full potential of AI...?!"

If Robo doesn't do anything about it, Add can and will crawl across that table and start trying to touch the nearest metal limb. Half the cafe is now staring at them.
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[personal profile] rubricatus 2020-01-09 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ His eye follows the trajectory of the fork, even though there's no real need to bother. His amicable expression dims, and what's left behind as he regards the tables around them nearly looks wistful. ]

A complicated question, and one that resists a simple yes or no. Do you mean to ask if I believe all the grand promises that have been made tonight, or that this gala will do anything more than excite gossip columns for a few weeks? Then, no, I do not.

[ He turns his gaze back to Robo, then, the corner of his mouth quirked in a wry smile. ]

What I do believe is that, every so often, you can find someone who doesn't resist being dragged into the modern era quite as vigorously as most do. Sometimes, that someone might even be one of the right people. It's too valuable of an opportunity to pass up.
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[personal profile] goldenmovement 2020-01-09 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
1. Malfunctions SPRAWLING WASTELAND, GLOWING IN THE DARK
The Underground was a perfect hiding place, often utilized and scoured by the artist when on the hunt. Sympathetic souls and turncoats that could be bribed for information crawled out of every crevice, and Jhin slithered away just as quietly.

Tonight, as with an increasing number of nights, however, he crawled into the underbelly of this city to fight his own body. The tall, slender droid trudged against nothing, metal fingers digging into brick and concrete to make sure he didn't turn tail and run against his own will. His teeth gritted underneath the black helmet as he fought against the electric impulses that shocked him and nearly had him blacking out.

A weaker-willed man would've succumbed by now, and in weeks passed, he had. But he was determined to crawl near a meta-human's hideout to curl up quietly and hide in the covers of a signal-jamming blackout.

He'd made it, but his body still jerked. Still twisted and threw itself one way or another as what little remained of his organic body fought against the chaos of a system going haywire under the stress of pre-programmed punishments. The glitching red light of his mask upon his helmet fazed in and out of view, barely discernible as he turned his head to acknowledge whomever had approached him.

Jhin spat, albeit barely, through gritted teeth: 'Get away from me!' and whipped Whisper out to shakily aim in their direction.



2. Flowery words A MIND OF DARKNESS, A HEART OF LIGHT
Jhin had become a recent marvel; a pet the Douman Zaibatsu liked to show off as their beautiful blooming lotus.

A master assassin, resurrected and leashed in an elegantly designed body. He had the poise and eloquence to deliver tailored speeches precisely as the Zaibatsu bid him, and that was just what he did, making slow rounds in front of the staring crowd to show off his chassis and the range of movement and freedom he had.

He preached of advancements and assistance, but it was really just a parade and quiet promise to subtly leash more meta-humans, and everyone present knew it. Some liked it, some didn't.

Jhin certainly didn't, but he wouldn't say such; he knew better. But after the speeches, he sat himself daintily at a small table with a drink he would never publicly drink, and swirled it in hand while holding it from the to rim with a delicate touch. He watched as his new conversational partner sat across from him from behind the opaque vizer of his black helmet, and sat in silence for a moment before finally piping in.

"Don't be shy; my muse has no interest in you, dear. I presume you had questions, though?"
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[personal profile] mammal_robot 2020-01-09 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
That's about what I thought, but there's all these kids here. They're all bright eyed and hopeful and I'd be surprised if half of them have ever been anywhere this fancy.

I guess I sort of feel like I have to step up my game for their sake.
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[personal profile] rubricatus 2020-01-09 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
It will be a learning experience for them.

[ Magnus rolls one shoulder in a shrugging motion, but he does get what Robo means. ]

Take it from me — I'm always at the top of my game. [ He brings a hand to his chest in a slightly theatrical gesture, but nothing about the reply is quite as tongue-in-cheek as it seems like it ought to be. ] No matter how powerful your argument, or how persuasive your delivery, you cannot force a man to listen with an open mind. Would that we could.
Edited 2020-01-09 04:32 (UTC)
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[personal profile] jediparkour 2020-01-09 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
Cal can't say that he feels very charitable towards any of the gangs tough enough to survive in the Underground, but he can see the benefit of getting medical care to those that would have a lot of trouble getting it. He doesn't say anything more, either, not until they're indoors and away from any potential prying eyes.

Still, he's not so relaxed that he doesn't take a good look around on their way into the living room. He keeps his eyes on the levitating kettle as he takes a seat, pushing the hood off of his head and running a hand through his hair to straighten it up a bit.

"I'm Cal. Cal Kestis. I was a padawan when... everything happened. You're the first Jedi, or ex-Jedi, that I've met since then."
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[personal profile] windblownrose 2020-01-09 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
"We don't technically open for another few hours. I'll just lock up."

Luckily, the plywood does make for a sturdier barrier than glass, and a far less transparent one. A boarded-up, locked building has better than even odds of being ignored by opportunists.

Andrei unfolds his arms and hops down from his stepladder, pulling out a ring of old-fashioned metal keys and turning the three locks (latch, deadbolt, other deadbolt) on the sturdy carbon-plastic door.

"Shall we?" he inquired, sweeping one hand out in a dramatic gesture towards the street.
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[personal profile] windblownrose 2020-01-09 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Magnus stretches out his hand with more respect for the bauble than Andrei had expected; his smile widens into a genuinely touched expression for a moment as he deposits it in Magnus's hand and watches the other man tuck it like a flower into his breast pocket.]

You are most welcome.

[He sweeps another, quick, theatrical bow, before straightening up with a glint of a smile and turning to disappear into the thickening crowd moving towards the metro station.]
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[personal profile] windblownrose 2020-01-09 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
Are you? Well, then, thank you, I accept.

[He falls silent, gesturing lightly in the direction Neku had indicated earlier, and beginning to walk alongside if Neku starts moving.

After a moment, he remarks:]


I am something of a regular -- when I'm up here, anyway.
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[personal profile] windblownrose 2020-01-09 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Coming right up," Andrei chuckles, and ducks around the edge of the bar with a balletic grace. Glass clinks as he bends down, and he's holding a pint glass and an amber bottle with a neon-swirled galaxy on the label when he straightens back up. "Here you are: Starr Light."

Yes, it's a pun. He may have made the buying decision on linguistic aesthetic grounds, but it did turn out to be a rather tasty microbrew without any weird aftertaste. These days, it's hard to find any foodstuff without weird aftertastes. He blames the toxic soil, and the general inferiority of hydroponic crops.

"What brings you two here?" he inquires, popping the cap off the bottle with a practiced tap on the edge of the bar top, and slides glass and bottle towards his customer.
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[personal profile] nephtunium 2020-01-09 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
The woman Barriss hales looks like she could be just another partygoer in her dress, perhaps, even though her hair is as green as her eyes and she was constantly looking over the crowd before she met the other woman's eyes. She raises her own glass, the motion a bit stiff as she hopes to remember how she should react to such things. Schmoozing is difficult for her, as well, but she smiles, if a bit uneasily.

"There are..." her accent is a thick southern drawl, sweet and warm, though tinged by nerves, "Ah've...never been to a party like this. Ah reckoned it'd be smaller, but..." She shrugs, "reckon that's why Ah was hired to keep a lookout."

Honestly, she'd usually be hesitant about speaking to others, but she knows of Barriss' meta-human status through different channels, and that makes it a little easier.

"Are ya here to speak?"
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[personal profile] jediparkour 2020-01-09 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
That accusation startles Cal enough that he stops in his tracks, turning back to her with a renewed sense of panic.

"Because I didn't!" Cal has enough presence of mind to keep his voice down, at least. "I'm not involved with those people. I wouldn't do something like that!" He might have a better excuse, sure, but he couldn't tell some random stranger that he doesn't want to be stopped by the police. That would probably just make the whole thing worse.
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[personal profile] deviousdetonation 2020-01-09 08:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Hmmmm? I wonder..." She tapped her chin and tilted her head off to one side, pursed lips as if she had forgotten something. "Maybe... to liven things up a little? I dunno! Guess it'll be a fun surprise for everyone involved."

Or, rather, she was here for relatively selfish and gross-feel-y reasons, but she wasn't about to go admitting that. Besides, was it really so wrong to make this feel like a real party?

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