Test Drive 01
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A Sense8 AU Sandbox
IN THE BEGINNING
It doesn't happen all at once — the world does not reorient itself and thrust upon you seven other cluster mates. No, it happens in stages. Snatches at a time. Moments, sometimes individually, sometimes in sets of two or three. Maybe you're reading a book, and you notice someone sitting beside you on the couch. Maybe you're surfing, and suddenly there's a second person on the board. Maybe you see them in passing, or maybe you both stand there, face to face, equally confused, wondering how you can both speak the same language when one of you is from Middle Earth and the other is clearly in Tokyo.
There's time to talk. Time to figure it out.
Unless, of course, there isn't. It's entirely possible that your first meeting is not during a calm, cozy, collected moment. Maybe you call on one of your sensates during a time of need. A fight, a chase scene, a moment of public speaking in the spotlight. A time when you're truly out of your depth, and you need someone with a particular, complimentary set of skills that can step in on your behalf.
It's time.
warnings : violence, psychological horror
GETTING STARTED
On this TDM, don't worry too much about your official cluster pairing. This is for either workshopping different combinations, or different characters. If, in the end, you find you really like a certain combination, simply be sure to ask to be in the same cluster as the folks you've threaded with! For now, worry instead about playing out first meetings. It could look a little something like this:
Or, if you're feeling especially daring and dramatic (and let's face it, we all are):
NETWORK USAGE
Communication via text is still very possible! Through the magic of the powers of the human mind, that group text across universes still totally exists. Maybe it appears as an actual text chain to you, or maybe it's freshly dried ink on that magical scroll that keeps writing itself the more messages are exchanged.
Whatever the case, your mind retains the communications written down by your cluster, and all correspondences to one another are visible — unless otherwise stated to be private, of course. Create a prompt on your top level with some inbox action, and do a little lowkey texting!
Be sure to specify if a thread is private, otherwise you may have a handful of other folks chiming in with their opinion on your back-and-forth exchange at any time!
ANYTHING ELSE
Check out the info page for details, or post to the enable me please meme with information about characters you're considering bringing in! If you have any additional questions, feel free to ask me below, or on plurk!
Chell / Portal games
Date: 2025-10-19 05:17 am (UTC)Chell: Test Chamber 00
Date: 2025-10-19 06:20 am (UTC)Music is playing. That's unexpected. Did they say something about that before they sealed up the Relaxation Vault? Maybe. Her head feels fuzzy. How long was she out?
With a hiss, the pod opens up and lets in dry, cold air that smells of nothing. Chell sits up. The music is coming from a radio on a table across the Vault; beside the table is a toilet. No paper. Huh.
She's alone. Just her, sitting in the pod in her orange jumpsuit and Advanced Knee Replacements, and the incessant cheery music looping off the hard surfaces around her.
And you.
Chell: Test Chamber 16
Date: 2025-10-19 08:03 am (UTC)The circular doors slide open into yet another gray room. This time, though, there's something new, other than the buttons and weighted cubes and acid pits Chell has seen over the past -- hours? Days? She has no idea how long she's been in here, only that she took a break for a while after Test Chamber 08 -- sat down with her back against the wall outside the elevator and stared into space, waiting for her heart to slow down and the tang of acid to leave her sinuses. Her shoulders ache from the portal gun, and the balls of her feet are tired.
And now there's a three-foot-tall oval thing with a laser sight standing to her left. A camera's red light blinks from the wall above, pointed directly at her, waiting for her next move.
Okay. Hefting the portal gun, she approaches the turret cautiously. When she reaches out to bump its smooth white surface with the gun, the laser starts rotating wildly across the wall directly in front of it, searching for a target.
"Is anyone there?"
Chell jumps, startled, staring. Okay. Okay. It's looking for her. Okay.
- Welcome to the test:
After dispensing with the first turret, Chell moves confidently towards the next part of the room -- straight into the laser sight of another turret.This is a hell of a place to meet Chell for the first time. Got any ideas for how to solve this one?
"There you are," says a sweet robotic voice, followed by a shockingly loud rattle of bullets. Chell feels something whiz past her thigh as she throws herself backwards, staggering until she hits the dark metal wall behind her. "Nap time," the turret says serenely, but Chell barely hears it as she looks down at her thigh, and the bright red bullet graze torn through her jumpsuit.
Fuck, she thinks. That's probably not great.
Anyone know first aid? Because Chell, uh. Doesn't. Or if she did, she's forgotten it in the sudden shock of being hit with a bullet.