open log » ❝ The VR Program ❞

[initiatesnpc]

Date & Time: August 5th, mid morning.
Location: Anywhere characters happen to be/the VR.
Characters: Everyone.
Summary: From August 5th to August 8th, characters are plunged involuntarily into the VR Program.
Warnings: Potential violence within the threads.

When the chance arises, she's quick to take it. The programming is incomplete, she knows; the simulation isn't ready — but she's not likely to get another shot at it. And so she moves, slipping through security codes to input the command. The machines hum to life with nothing but a flicker of a green light in a dark room, and it takes only seconds to establish connections. The signal is sent out; the weapons respond.

In a single pulse, reality drops away.

There will be darkness at first as the mind realigns itself to the signals being sent it. Slowly, the darkness fades, forms take shape. People take shape. The setting is terribly familiar, plucked from the user's own mind. It might feel like a dream at first, with events playing out as if predestined, the would-be dreamer moving through a familiar and unalterable route in them. But as things begin to feel more and more realistic, as more senses more fully connect to the simulation, awareness will change. This is not a dream. This is more than a memory.

Welcome to the VR.

Only 20 minutes later, in some underground quarters, Doctor Sponde is roused from an undignified sprawl. He's hastily briefed and shuttled toward the command center, looking grim. He knows the problem demands an immediate fix, but… well, this is some complex machinery. It could take some time. It could take days. He gets to work.

Comments

[bfpierce]

[Yeah, he's not going to push it right now. But if they get to a point where they're not being shot at, you'd better believe Hawk is going to examine him. One way or another.]

Fine, you get off for now. So, how do you propose we get out of here without getting made into swiss cheese.

[fe_male]

[ That'll be in a little bit. ]

Well you could try and do something other than distract me, that might help us out. [ Pulling out things he'd accumulated in his pockets and stripping some, putting others together, building something. ]

[bfpierce]

[He glances over at what Tony's doing. Huh.]

You need help with that? We surgeons have pretty good hands in times like this.

[fe_male]

[ you have earned a look. it probably doesn't mean anything to you, and it's short, but it's a look, because for a second he heard somebody else.

then back to his work. ] Nah, almost done. Just gonna lob it over in another few seconds, pick off whoever's left. Get a nice break to get our bearings, figure out how to leave.

[bfpierce]

[He catches that look, but doesn't understand why he got it. It get filed away for consideration later. Maybe it'll make sense then.]

So, these guys shooting at us... they really aren't real are they? They're like twisted memories or something?

[Because he needs some sort of balm for his conscience for what they're about to do.]

[fe_male]

They were real. They're not now. You can see the artificing when they move too fast in a bunch, and the tearing when you do something they're not expecting.

[ all done! he hasn't made a decent grenade in a long time now. old times. he tosses it towards the densest area, waits for the explosion, then does basically exactly what he said he was going to do. it makes things settle nicely, and he sort of lies down next to his defensive barrier and takes a moment. ] There.

[bfpierce]

[The blast went off and he had to remind himself that these guys were not real.

He sticks his head above the barrier and looks around. Looks alright. Or well, as alright as it's going to look.]

Let's get out of here and get to safety. They may be fake but those wounds are real enough.

[fe_male]

[ okay he doesn't disagree with the safety part but really man you're not getting anywhere near him with that doctorate ]

I don't know how to leave. I've already been to someone else's and then got back here again - this is about as quiet as it gets. [ and he's definitely not going through those doors again ]