Ataraxion App
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blondeandperkyCHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: Georgette "Buffy" Meissonier
Canon: Newflesh Trilogy
Original or Alternate Universe: Original
Canon Point: During Feed, just after the Screamer was found cut at Eakly. Therefore while Buffy was working against Shaun, George, and Senator Ryman, but before she knew the people she was working for were evil.
Number: 049, or RNG it. I don't really care.
Setting: Author Description
History: In 2014, the cure for cancer and the cure for the common cold combined to create Kellis-Amberlee, a virus that literally raised people from the dead. Unfortunately, the raising from the dead wasn't intended, and resulted in the dead people (and deer, and elephants, and giraffe, and anything that weighed more than 40 pounds and could thus amplify) trying to eat those still alive.
Georgette Meissonier was born in 2017 in Alaska, the only child of a French-Catholic family. She was named for George Romero, whose zombie movies armed humanity against the concept of the dead being able to rise and was widely regarded as a hero.
When Georgette was twelve, the US government decided Alaska could no longer be held against the zombies. All civilians were required to evacuate. The Meissoniers moved to California, leaving the home they were attached to behind.
Georgette grew up after that and while in Alaska, in a secure neighborhood, which required regular bloodtests (the best way to tell whether or not someone was in the process of turning into a zombie before they started to gnaw on people) to enter or leave and minimized risks by minimizing mobility to some extent.
She decided she didn't want to just be another George, and applied her love of old television shows when she picked out the new name of Buffy as something more suited to her personality. She moved out of her parents' house and into another secure neighborhood in Berkeley. She lived there with a couple of roommates.
Buffy started work as a Fictional, a blogger whose focus was primarily on creative endeavors such as her poetry and stories. She entered essay contests and worked alone solely on the writing aspect of blogging until she was recruited to join Shaun and George Mason's team. At that point, she trained for a field licence. She only enters the field for equipment maintenance purposes, content to only deal with fictional zombies whenever possible.
When Senator Ryman announced his candidacy for president and that he would be selecting a team of bloggers to follow him, George and Shaun helped Buffy through the training to go from a B-20 license to an A-15 one, which would allow her into the field and was required to apply to follow Ryman's campaign. Buffy was rushed through the tests, got her license, and the three of them applied.
When their application was the one chosen, Buffy, Shaun and George started planning and split off to form their own website. Buffy was in charge of the Fictionals section, which consisted in large part of social occasions to get creative juices flowing. In addition, she was responsible for the technical responsibilities of the website and recording equipment.
Prior to leaving on the campaign, Buffy was contacted by some people who told her they were concerned about the religious direction of the country and that they would need her to help with some things to keep Senator Ryman from winning. Buffy agreed, and passed on to this third party information about Ryman's schedule and precise location data. The information she gave was partially responsible for the zombie attack at Eakly, although she does not know this.
Personality: Buffy is quick to smile and generally a very bubbly individual. She writes depressing poetry and stories and thinks Edgar Allen Poe is socially relevant, but in reality she feels distanced from the actual horrors of zombies. She's a fan of romance in the face of epic tragedy, but only as a story.
Buffy's an only child, and it has informed her habits. She likes having her own space and when she has a dilemma her first instinct is to find a way through it by herself. She's more comfortable being physically close to people than most people of her generation, due in part to her personality and in part to early socialization, but that doesn't extend to emotional closeness. She's not in the habit of baring her soul to anyone -- except God.
Part of this is Buffy's paranoia, which also manifests in her tendency to plant microphones and cameras everywhere. She goes to an intense amount of effort to insure that she finds out what she needs to know and that her private relationships stay precisely as private as she wants them to be. Sometimes this includes selectively leaking things to let other, more important, secrets stay that way.
Buffy's Catholicism is also an important part of her world view. She grew up going to a physical church every Sunday, which she still does. She prays before she sleeps and before she eats. She can brush off the idea that other people don't believe, but extended contact with other people's atheism bothers her. She doesn't comprehend how people can see the same world she does and not think that putting their faith in God is the only way to go.
Her religion is also part of how she could betray the political campaign that she was working on. Her faith is stronger than her understanding of the situation, so when the men who ended up being behind Eakly appealed to her faith, she agreed.
She tends to greet the world with a smile if she can muster one, and she does her best to feel as cheery as the face that she puts on. She plays the guitar, badly but with considerable enthusiasm. She doesn't strive to be the best at everything she does, just to be damn good as a few things and she's fine with mediocrity in other aspects.
She's cute, photogenic, and friendly. She's very outwardly flaky and more than a little naive, but she's also very good with technology. She gives people a way to escape when the news become too much to handle, with a really depressing poem or short story.
Abilities, Weaknesses and Power Limitations: Buffy's an electronics genius. She's an expert at both the hardware and software sides. She's good enough at setting up a surveillance network that if she wanted to work for the CIA she'd be an asset to them. But she's not superhuman in any manner. Her understanding of electronics is intuitive in nature, but she's not perfect at it and could easily fail in an environment like Ataraxion.
Inventory: Rosary, Class A-15 blogging license, Bible, Book: The Complete Works of Edgar Allan Poe
Appearance: She's blonde-haired, blue eyed. She's also short, standing at about 5'2", and weighing 95 pounds. PB: Teresa Palmer.
Age: 22
AU Clarification: N/A
SAMPLES
Log Sample: Her throat clenched around the breathing tube as her fingers twitched, made sluggish by the resistance of something as well as the fact that her own muscles were still waking up. As the breathing tube withdrew and Buffy could feel the liquid -- and it was clear now that that was what it was -- draining, she couldn't help the panic that threatened to overwhelm her. Breathing normal air helped, as well as feeling that there was in fact something solid that she could reach out and touch.
Buffy's eyes blinked open as she was pushed out onto of her current location, then took a moment longer to actually clear. What she could actually see wasn't very reassuring at all. It looked like some sort of CDC facility. Waking up in one alone wasn't out of the question, but it also wasn't a good sign.
She pressed her fingertips together, feeling for any lingering soreness from a blood test. She couldn't feel anything specific, but all that meant was that CDC equipment was good, which she already knew. Even verifying that there had been a test wouldn't speak as to whether it had been positive or negative for signs of Kellis-Amberlee.
When she glanced down at her arm she saw the number written there. It didn't mean anything, but it was hardly a good sign if the CDC felt the need to label her like an experimental subject. "I know that you're not going to come in," she said, speaking to the cameras and microphones that she knew had to be around the hospital room. "But could you at least tell me where you put my clothes?" Buffy was asking less because she cared -- she knew it was inevitable that they'd been destroyed by whatever sterilization process they used -- and more because she was hoping to get someone to answer. It was one thing to be alone in a CDC facility, and quite another to be alone without someone answering her question.
There still wasn't an answer. Buffy stood still for a moment longer, hoping that patience might be all that was necessary, before she decided to explore. Maybe she could find the cameras she was speaking to.
Instead she found a row of lockers. She tried the one that matched the number written on her, pleased enough when it opened. Even better -- in addition to some clothes that she quickly pulled on even though they weren't her usual style and some personal things that she was curious about why the CDC had -- she found what was clearly a communication device.
Turning it on didn't give her a real person's voice, but something recorded was still decades better than nothing at all. She couldn't say that she understood why the CDC had passenger quarters -- even if this were an experimental facility they wouldn't call them those -- but the easiest way to figure out what was going on seemed to be go with the flow.
Comms Sample:
Video.
[Right. Okay. Buffy's gotten herself a little settled in, figured out that 1) this isn't the CDC and 2) It's a hell of a lot worse than being in a CDC facility. Not least because Shaun and George didn't seem to be here, but not most because of it either.
But the important next step is meeting the people who are here.]
I'm sure that at this point is where I'm supposed to say that it looks like truth really is stranger than fiction. After all, look at me. I'm on a spaceship.
[She laughs brightly.]
But I have to say. Fiction is still stranger. After all, I could write a story where I were on a spaceship full of killer rabbits. Or giant friendly octopodes. Or no, it's not a spaceship after all, rather we're on the back of a giant walrus.
Still, as far as realities go, this one is a little strange. I'll grant that.
[She shifts the communication device back enough that she can wave at the camera, then moves it forward again to focus on her face.]
If you're still listening, then you're probably not the type of person who's going to tell me to just get to the point, and I think that we'll get along.
Hi. I'm Buffy Meissonier, and it's nice to meet you.
Name: Georgette "Buffy" Meissonier
Canon: Newflesh Trilogy
Original or Alternate Universe: Original
Canon Point: During Feed, just after the Screamer was found cut at Eakly. Therefore while Buffy was working against Shaun, George, and Senator Ryman, but before she knew the people she was working for were evil.
Number: 049, or RNG it. I don't really care.
Setting: Author Description
History: In 2014, the cure for cancer and the cure for the common cold combined to create Kellis-Amberlee, a virus that literally raised people from the dead. Unfortunately, the raising from the dead wasn't intended, and resulted in the dead people (and deer, and elephants, and giraffe, and anything that weighed more than 40 pounds and could thus amplify) trying to eat those still alive.
Georgette Meissonier was born in 2017 in Alaska, the only child of a French-Catholic family. She was named for George Romero, whose zombie movies armed humanity against the concept of the dead being able to rise and was widely regarded as a hero.
When Georgette was twelve, the US government decided Alaska could no longer be held against the zombies. All civilians were required to evacuate. The Meissoniers moved to California, leaving the home they were attached to behind.
Georgette grew up after that and while in Alaska, in a secure neighborhood, which required regular bloodtests (the best way to tell whether or not someone was in the process of turning into a zombie before they started to gnaw on people) to enter or leave and minimized risks by minimizing mobility to some extent.
She decided she didn't want to just be another George, and applied her love of old television shows when she picked out the new name of Buffy as something more suited to her personality. She moved out of her parents' house and into another secure neighborhood in Berkeley. She lived there with a couple of roommates.
Buffy started work as a Fictional, a blogger whose focus was primarily on creative endeavors such as her poetry and stories. She entered essay contests and worked alone solely on the writing aspect of blogging until she was recruited to join Shaun and George Mason's team. At that point, she trained for a field licence. She only enters the field for equipment maintenance purposes, content to only deal with fictional zombies whenever possible.
When Senator Ryman announced his candidacy for president and that he would be selecting a team of bloggers to follow him, George and Shaun helped Buffy through the training to go from a B-20 license to an A-15 one, which would allow her into the field and was required to apply to follow Ryman's campaign. Buffy was rushed through the tests, got her license, and the three of them applied.
When their application was the one chosen, Buffy, Shaun and George started planning and split off to form their own website. Buffy was in charge of the Fictionals section, which consisted in large part of social occasions to get creative juices flowing. In addition, she was responsible for the technical responsibilities of the website and recording equipment.
Prior to leaving on the campaign, Buffy was contacted by some people who told her they were concerned about the religious direction of the country and that they would need her to help with some things to keep Senator Ryman from winning. Buffy agreed, and passed on to this third party information about Ryman's schedule and precise location data. The information she gave was partially responsible for the zombie attack at Eakly, although she does not know this.
Personality: Buffy is quick to smile and generally a very bubbly individual. She writes depressing poetry and stories and thinks Edgar Allen Poe is socially relevant, but in reality she feels distanced from the actual horrors of zombies. She's a fan of romance in the face of epic tragedy, but only as a story.
Buffy's an only child, and it has informed her habits. She likes having her own space and when she has a dilemma her first instinct is to find a way through it by herself. She's more comfortable being physically close to people than most people of her generation, due in part to her personality and in part to early socialization, but that doesn't extend to emotional closeness. She's not in the habit of baring her soul to anyone -- except God.
Part of this is Buffy's paranoia, which also manifests in her tendency to plant microphones and cameras everywhere. She goes to an intense amount of effort to insure that she finds out what she needs to know and that her private relationships stay precisely as private as she wants them to be. Sometimes this includes selectively leaking things to let other, more important, secrets stay that way.
Buffy's Catholicism is also an important part of her world view. She grew up going to a physical church every Sunday, which she still does. She prays before she sleeps and before she eats. She can brush off the idea that other people don't believe, but extended contact with other people's atheism bothers her. She doesn't comprehend how people can see the same world she does and not think that putting their faith in God is the only way to go.
Her religion is also part of how she could betray the political campaign that she was working on. Her faith is stronger than her understanding of the situation, so when the men who ended up being behind Eakly appealed to her faith, she agreed.
She tends to greet the world with a smile if she can muster one, and she does her best to feel as cheery as the face that she puts on. She plays the guitar, badly but with considerable enthusiasm. She doesn't strive to be the best at everything she does, just to be damn good as a few things and she's fine with mediocrity in other aspects.
She's cute, photogenic, and friendly. She's very outwardly flaky and more than a little naive, but she's also very good with technology. She gives people a way to escape when the news become too much to handle, with a really depressing poem or short story.
Abilities, Weaknesses and Power Limitations: Buffy's an electronics genius. She's an expert at both the hardware and software sides. She's good enough at setting up a surveillance network that if she wanted to work for the CIA she'd be an asset to them. But she's not superhuman in any manner. Her understanding of electronics is intuitive in nature, but she's not perfect at it and could easily fail in an environment like Ataraxion.
Inventory: Rosary, Class A-15 blogging license, Bible, Book: The Complete Works of Edgar Allan Poe
Appearance: She's blonde-haired, blue eyed. She's also short, standing at about 5'2", and weighing 95 pounds. PB: Teresa Palmer.
Age: 22
AU Clarification: N/A
SAMPLES
Log Sample: Her throat clenched around the breathing tube as her fingers twitched, made sluggish by the resistance of something as well as the fact that her own muscles were still waking up. As the breathing tube withdrew and Buffy could feel the liquid -- and it was clear now that that was what it was -- draining, she couldn't help the panic that threatened to overwhelm her. Breathing normal air helped, as well as feeling that there was in fact something solid that she could reach out and touch.
Buffy's eyes blinked open as she was pushed out onto of her current location, then took a moment longer to actually clear. What she could actually see wasn't very reassuring at all. It looked like some sort of CDC facility. Waking up in one alone wasn't out of the question, but it also wasn't a good sign.
She pressed her fingertips together, feeling for any lingering soreness from a blood test. She couldn't feel anything specific, but all that meant was that CDC equipment was good, which she already knew. Even verifying that there had been a test wouldn't speak as to whether it had been positive or negative for signs of Kellis-Amberlee.
When she glanced down at her arm she saw the number written there. It didn't mean anything, but it was hardly a good sign if the CDC felt the need to label her like an experimental subject. "I know that you're not going to come in," she said, speaking to the cameras and microphones that she knew had to be around the hospital room. "But could you at least tell me where you put my clothes?" Buffy was asking less because she cared -- she knew it was inevitable that they'd been destroyed by whatever sterilization process they used -- and more because she was hoping to get someone to answer. It was one thing to be alone in a CDC facility, and quite another to be alone without someone answering her question.
There still wasn't an answer. Buffy stood still for a moment longer, hoping that patience might be all that was necessary, before she decided to explore. Maybe she could find the cameras she was speaking to.
Instead she found a row of lockers. She tried the one that matched the number written on her, pleased enough when it opened. Even better -- in addition to some clothes that she quickly pulled on even though they weren't her usual style and some personal things that she was curious about why the CDC had -- she found what was clearly a communication device.
Turning it on didn't give her a real person's voice, but something recorded was still decades better than nothing at all. She couldn't say that she understood why the CDC had passenger quarters -- even if this were an experimental facility they wouldn't call them those -- but the easiest way to figure out what was going on seemed to be go with the flow.
Comms Sample:
Video.
[Right. Okay. Buffy's gotten herself a little settled in, figured out that 1) this isn't the CDC and 2) It's a hell of a lot worse than being in a CDC facility. Not least because Shaun and George didn't seem to be here, but not most because of it either.
But the important next step is meeting the people who are here.]
I'm sure that at this point is where I'm supposed to say that it looks like truth really is stranger than fiction. After all, look at me. I'm on a spaceship.
[She laughs brightly.]
But I have to say. Fiction is still stranger. After all, I could write a story where I were on a spaceship full of killer rabbits. Or giant friendly octopodes. Or no, it's not a spaceship after all, rather we're on the back of a giant walrus.
Still, as far as realities go, this one is a little strange. I'll grant that.
[She shifts the communication device back enough that she can wave at the camera, then moves it forward again to focus on her face.]
If you're still listening, then you're probably not the type of person who's going to tell me to just get to the point, and I think that we'll get along.
Hi. I'm Buffy Meissonier, and it's nice to meet you.
