we’re ready to make you one of us.

[headandhand]

WHO: Open to all Dualizens
WHAT: When Roboclones Attack
WHERE: Anywhere in the city!
WHEN: The night of Oct. 19
WARNINGS: Please use these if applicable! And if you happen to end up dead by roboclone, please fill out the death form!

It’s an ordinary night in Dualis, until it suddenly becomes a very dark and stormy night in Dualis. There hasn’t been a single day of unpleasant weather since any of you arrived, but soon after the sun begins to sink behind the city’s skyscrapers and the neon lights intensify for the night, storm clouds begin to gather overhead and unleash a cacophony of thunder, a deluge of rain, and brilliant spikes of lightning arcing across the sky.

It’s a violent storm, to be sure, but surely severe weather is no challenge in such a technologically advanced city as Dualis, right? As long as you stay indoors, you can keep safe and dry until the storm passes.

Except … less than an hour after the storm begins, the power all across the city goes completely out. All buildings are dark except for the illumination cast by lightning across brick and steel and glass. All electronics - including phones - are dead, all biometric locks are disabled, and no attempts to call, text, or reach the internet or the network succeed. Eerily, the streets are silent and empty.

Under normal circumstances, such a widespread blackout would merely be odd and inconvenient, but tonight, circumstances are anything but normal. About half an hour after the blackout begins, something approaches you, wherever you are. In the dark, you’ll be able to make out that its shape is humanoid, but maybe its motions are jerky and mechanical. As it draws closer and you get a better look, by candlelight or flashlight or flash of lightning, you recognize the face staring back at you.

That face is your own.

The face, like the rest of the body, is likely some degree of incomplete, an incongruous jigsaw of metal and flesh, but it’s definitely yours. And this machine doppelganger’s mission is soon made apparent as it launches a targeted attack on you:

It’s here to kill you.

After nearly four hours, the storm subsides and the power is restored and the city falls back into its normal rhythm. Will you survive until then?

May the odds be ever in your favor, friends.

Comments

[sociallychallenged]

"I have my automatic." And then Hank can't help but smile at the morbid joke he's about to make, a saddish sort of thing but he has to do it because it's ridiculous. "You can't play roulette with an automatic."

He had his service weapon when he was brought over. But as it turns out, he's still too much of a coward to pull a trigger with absolute certainty. Which at least stopped him from discovering people rezzed early.

"So you take it. It'd be better in your hands. Like I said. Protecting you instead of something I got to fuckin' hurt me."

[notalive]

He twitches at the joke, a nervous little movement, and the grin he attempts is half a grimace. Instead of trying to hold up the awkward expression, he leans forward to kiss Hank, remind himself one more time that he's alive, they're both alive, and they'll get through this night and this year because he refuses to believe there's an alternative.

"OK," he concedes, murmuring it against Hank's warm mouth. "I'll take it.

"You go," he tells him again, though this time without the need behind it, the desperation. "I'll take care of the body. Try and call it in."

Although if the noises he's hearing around their room are any indication, the department's got its hands full.

"We'll get more done if we split up."