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

fuuuuck elle, i am so sorry for this late ass tag, sob

[undeadarmies]

She frowned then, waiting for him to say something. Anything. Well, maybe not anything. People could be wrong, could be evil, but she knew she wasn't one of them. Even if she wasn't exactly innocent by any means, but she wasn't out to hurt people.

And then he did speak, and a relieved smile flickered over her face, letting out a breath she had been holding. "Okay. I... I have to go back in there before they come out here." Her words were a lot braver than she felt, because the idea of heading back into the darkness was enough to make her sick, but she couldn't... She just couldn't let those poor souls suffer the indignity of being trapped. Or let them attack other people, should they escape.

I'VE DONE WORSE TBH

[theguideless]

Not by yourself, he thought, feeling much more apprehensive than he looked. Slowing down and trying to understand was more exhausting than pulling out the stops and trying to barrel through each crisis blindly to their conclusions. Too much open time to think, and he didn't like what he thought.

"Then let's go," he said, shifting in place before moving, stepping around her and back toward the door.