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

[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 ]