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maskormenacelogs2016-01-20 06:18 pm
maskormods) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-01-20 06:18 pm
Entry tags:
- bart allen | kid flash,
- harleen quinzel | harley quinn,
- jaime reyes | blue beetle,
- ronan lynch | greywaren,
- tadashi hamada | n/a,
- tohru adachi | n/a,
- xion | no i,
- † agent texas | n/a,
- † anavha hasaria | omajitsa,
- † andrew warner | n/a,
- † april ludgate | janet snakehole,
- † barnaby brooks jr. | n/a,
- † bela talbot | n/a,
- † billy kaplan | wiccan,
- † carl grimes | n/a,
- † cisco ramon | vibe,
- † clara oswald | n/a,
- † cosima niehaus | n/a,
- † dave strider | knight of time,
- † dick grayson | nightwing,
- † dipper pines | n/a,
- † ellie langford | n/a,
- † elsa brandt | the fabricator,
- † euphemia li britannia | n/a,
- † gaby teller | chop shop,
- † gogo tomago | n/a,
- † hinami fueguchi | n/a,
- † john watson | n/a,
- † julian day | calendar man,
- † kaito kuroba | kaitou kid,
- † karen starr | power girl,
- † karkat vantas | knight of blood,
- † ken kaneki | one eyed king,
- † lucifer | n/a,
- † mathieu carver | shadow,
- † max caulfield | n/a,
- † mike parker | n/a,
- † miles vorkosigan | admiral naismith,
- † newton geiszler | n/a,
- † normie osborn | n/a,
- † pacifica northwest | n/a,
- † perry the platypus | agent p,
- † ray kowalski | n/a,
- † richard gansey | raven king,
- † ripley | n/a,
- † stan pines | n/a,
- † the iron bull | the iron dragon
COME AND KEEP YOUR COMRADE WARM
WHO: The kidnapped imPorts that have signed up HERE.
WHERE: Unknown.
WHEN: January 20th - until they have been ICly rescued OR February 5th.
WHAT: The imPorts have been kidnapped! Try not to bite each other's heads off in captivity, kids.
WARNINGS: Potential violence, death. Please let us know if this needs to be updated.
When the kidnapped imPorts come to, they'll find themselves disoriented as if they've been drugged, aching from the callous way they were simply thrown into their shared cell, and limbs leaden with the residual effects of whatever it is running through their systems. Here, there's no superhealing to help accelerate their recovery period, no incredible powers of perception, no seventh sense alerting them of their surroundings. Here, they are as powerless as any other human, and at the expense of those that wish them harm.
The first thing they will notice is their clothing. Any imPort with simple, fabric clothing will still be in the clothing they were abducted in, but any imPort who had been previously clothed in anything containing more metal than a small button or a small zipper will find themselves in dull grey scrubs, loose and formless. Once they look up from themselves, they will see the state of their cell.
All kidnapped imPorts - over a whopping fifty - will be in the same cell, one that is slightly too small for such a high density of bodies. Both the floor and the walls are made of wide, reinforced metal plates, and while the imPorts may attempt to scrabble at the screws, they will find no purchase, and will be left with nothing more than bloodied fingers. At first, it appears that they have been provided with nothing more than a large, metal room, but they will soon find that that is not quite the case. Within the deep panels of the walls are full oxygen tanks with corresponding attachments that fit over the nose and mouth. ImPorts may wish to use this more than they would originally expect due to the paltry latrines they have been fitted with: in the back right corner of the wall, there's a slightly smaller room (albeit one without a door; their captors care little for their sense of privacy) with little more than a grate to piss in, and three buckets kept on a ledge with an adjoining door just big enough for the bucket.
Once they look up, they will see nothing more than more dreary metal, save for one inconspicuous presence just above the door in the form of an intercom. It seems that the guards are present to issue whatever information they believe the imPorts need to know so, one may wonder, why bother with an intercom in such an enclosed space? The answer comes soon enough when a calm, clear voice speaks through it:
"Good day, imPorts. I am aware that you have grown accustomed to more grandiose accommodations, but I encourage you to make yourselves comfortable for your lengthy stay.
I am called LACKEY. I brought you here. I advise against escape attempts. You won't like what's out there."
NOTE: ImPorts may address or attempt to communicate with LACKEY if they/players so choose; please indicate any thread directed to LACKEY by commenting with a link to your thread HERE. LACKEY will otherwise be silent unless it has something necessary to say.
Outside the door, they will always see at least one guard standing at the ready. He will answer their confused cries once, and only once:
"You are now property of the USSR," he will inform them in surprisingly excellent English, only a touch of a Russian accent making its way through. "You have been secured in our space shuttle. If you and your American comrades cooperate, no harm will come to you. Do not anticipate rescue; the Americans do not have the adequate technology to pursue our shuttle."
After that, the imPorts may cry and scream until their throats are hoarse, but the rotating guards won't say a word, merely stare stonily in front of themselves, as impassive as if they were watching paint dry instead of hearing the cries of their captors. Three times a day, food that the imPorts may recognize to be similar to what they were served at NASA's HQ will be shoved through a slim hole in the door: foods that have been freeze dried and then rehydrated, and foods that are simply served dry will heavily dominate their diet. Some imPorts may greedily take more than their share, but this is immaterial to their captors; if one of the imPorts go hungry for days at a time, it is none of their concern.
With little to do but rail at the walls and talk amongst each other, however, the imPorts will be able to pay very close attention to their surroundings. They will receive the following hints as to where they are being kept:
1) On the third guard shift on their second day, they will notice that their guard's uniform is strangely damp. He will shift uncomfortably in his uniform, and as he pauses to wring out the bottom of his pant leg, he will mutter to himself: "Ach, соленый"
2) In the middle of the night on the first day, they will feel a rumbling underneath them that feels like the murmuring of a strained engine, and with it, will feel a subtle surge of movement.
3) By the fourth day, they may overhear two guards outside their cell communicating in sharp whispers, one appearing to be angrily trying to pull together the other, who is experiencing claustrophobia and complaining about the length of their shifts, blaming imPorts for the fact they have to be stuck here for so long. He will be silenced quickly by his companion guard.
WHERE: Unknown.
WHEN: January 20th - until they have been ICly rescued OR February 5th.
WHAT: The imPorts have been kidnapped! Try not to bite each other's heads off in captivity, kids.
WARNINGS: Potential violence, death. Please let us know if this needs to be updated.
When the kidnapped imPorts come to, they'll find themselves disoriented as if they've been drugged, aching from the callous way they were simply thrown into their shared cell, and limbs leaden with the residual effects of whatever it is running through their systems. Here, there's no superhealing to help accelerate their recovery period, no incredible powers of perception, no seventh sense alerting them of their surroundings. Here, they are as powerless as any other human, and at the expense of those that wish them harm.
The first thing they will notice is their clothing. Any imPort with simple, fabric clothing will still be in the clothing they were abducted in, but any imPort who had been previously clothed in anything containing more metal than a small button or a small zipper will find themselves in dull grey scrubs, loose and formless. Once they look up from themselves, they will see the state of their cell.
All kidnapped imPorts - over a whopping fifty - will be in the same cell, one that is slightly too small for such a high density of bodies. Both the floor and the walls are made of wide, reinforced metal plates, and while the imPorts may attempt to scrabble at the screws, they will find no purchase, and will be left with nothing more than bloodied fingers. At first, it appears that they have been provided with nothing more than a large, metal room, but they will soon find that that is not quite the case. Within the deep panels of the walls are full oxygen tanks with corresponding attachments that fit over the nose and mouth. ImPorts may wish to use this more than they would originally expect due to the paltry latrines they have been fitted with: in the back right corner of the wall, there's a slightly smaller room (albeit one without a door; their captors care little for their sense of privacy) with little more than a grate to piss in, and three buckets kept on a ledge with an adjoining door just big enough for the bucket.
Once they look up, they will see nothing more than more dreary metal, save for one inconspicuous presence just above the door in the form of an intercom. It seems that the guards are present to issue whatever information they believe the imPorts need to know so, one may wonder, why bother with an intercom in such an enclosed space? The answer comes soon enough when a calm, clear voice speaks through it:
I am called LACKEY. I brought you here. I advise against escape attempts. You won't like what's out there."
NOTE: ImPorts may address or attempt to communicate with LACKEY if they/players so choose; please indicate any thread directed to LACKEY by commenting with a link to your thread HERE. LACKEY will otherwise be silent unless it has something necessary to say.
Outside the door, they will always see at least one guard standing at the ready. He will answer their confused cries once, and only once:
"You are now property of the USSR," he will inform them in surprisingly excellent English, only a touch of a Russian accent making its way through. "You have been secured in our space shuttle. If you and your American comrades cooperate, no harm will come to you. Do not anticipate rescue; the Americans do not have the adequate technology to pursue our shuttle."
After that, the imPorts may cry and scream until their throats are hoarse, but the rotating guards won't say a word, merely stare stonily in front of themselves, as impassive as if they were watching paint dry instead of hearing the cries of their captors. Three times a day, food that the imPorts may recognize to be similar to what they were served at NASA's HQ will be shoved through a slim hole in the door: foods that have been freeze dried and then rehydrated, and foods that are simply served dry will heavily dominate their diet. Some imPorts may greedily take more than their share, but this is immaterial to their captors; if one of the imPorts go hungry for days at a time, it is none of their concern.
With little to do but rail at the walls and talk amongst each other, however, the imPorts will be able to pay very close attention to their surroundings. They will receive the following hints as to where they are being kept:
1) On the third guard shift on their second day, they will notice that their guard's uniform is strangely damp. He will shift uncomfortably in his uniform, and as he pauses to wring out the bottom of his pant leg, he will mutter to himself: "Ach, соленый"
2) In the middle of the night on the first day, they will feel a rumbling underneath them that feels like the murmuring of a strained engine, and with it, will feel a subtle surge of movement.
3) By the fourth day, they may overhear two guards outside their cell communicating in sharp whispers, one appearing to be angrily trying to pull together the other, who is experiencing claustrophobia and complaining about the length of their shifts, blaming imPorts for the fact they have to be stuck here for so long. He will be silenced quickly by his companion guard.
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[ There is absolutely no doubt of the emotion Gansey feels when he recognises Billy's face. It's relief, immediate relief. He's not alone.
That's a ridiculous thing to think, considering they are both surrounded by people. But he thinks it all the same. Billy isn't just anyone. Billy is his friend, one of the group he's pulled around himself here. He pushes himself through what already feels like far too many people, and drops down beside Billy. He reaches for him, instinctively - one hand for his shoulder, one for his knee, and Gansey doesn't even think about it. He just wants familiarity. He wants his friend. ]
Thank Christ. Are you all right? Hurt? Anything?
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Two things cross his face - immediate relief, and then deep concern.]
You too?
[Sorry Gansey's getting a check-over - shoulders, arms, and then Billy's hands are off his friend.]
God, I'm okay, are you? Seriously, are you? God damn it I can't believe you're here.
[That's not irritation that Gansey's here. It's irritation that Gansey got taken. Gansey does not deserve to deal with the crap they're about to be put through.]
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I'm fine.
Well, I'm not fine, but I'm all right. I just woke up. Do you remember anything?
[ About how he was brought here, he means. Gansey's mind is blank. That's as worrying to him as anything else. ]
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No.
[He makes a displeased noise, rubs his forehead, and extends his legs out.]
Have you ever been in a situation like this before?
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What, locked in a dubiously acquitted Russian prison while they warmonger with the United States over our heads?
No. Can't say as I have.
[ He moves to sit beside Billy, which is a job of work. There's barely enough space in here to breathe, never mind sit comfortably. ]
You have, though. You said you were arrested. Was it similar?
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[He turns, lifts his hair. There, under his hairline, is a thin, pale scar.]
See? That's where it was cutting into my skin. And it make it hard to think. Besides, back then I was alone.
[He looks around a little. But back then, Teddy was on the other side. Here, he thinks, well.
There's Kitty.]
When they offer you food, eat it. If they offer you water, drink it. Don't think about it, okay? Don't think about how bad it tastes. Don't fight them. If they tell you to give names-
[He looks concerned for a minute.]
For any reason? Give them mine.
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[ Gansey stares at him. Even despite their situation, despite the fear roiling through him, there’s no part of Gansey that could do that to his friend. There’s more than a small chance that he’s being naïve, because in matters of the real world, he often is.
But he refuses to believe he’ll break that far. He will not. ]
Don’t say things like that. I’m not giving them anything, Billy. The food and water, I agree with.
Jesus, your head. [ He’s still looking at that scar. ] We’re not going to let that happen again. Do you hear me? We will get out of this. Don’t you dare give up hope.
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[Gansey is one of Billy's best friends; without Kate or Tommy or Teddy around to buoy Billy up, he's been relying a lot on Gansey. And to a degree, Gansey never asked for any of this. Billy has, in his own way. Billy's been through this before.]
Look, Kitty's coming, and if there's any sane God in the universe, than my grandfather is probably coming too, so I'm not worried - we'll get out of here. But until we do, I want-
[He looks worried for a second.]
I've been through this before. I can do it again. Please.
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But that isn’t the point here. Gansey firmly shakes his head. ]
Do you honestly think I’d put you in danger to protect myself? You’ve been through enough, Billy. I’m so sorry that you’re here. It’s the last thing I’d want for you.
I’ll give them no one. Or I’ll give them any number of names from my own world that won’t mean anything to them. That’s what you should do, too.
[ Gansey could comfortably name the vast majority of Republican Senators and Congressmen in the United States, thanks to his mother. That’s before he even got to considering the Judges, party officials, and supporters who regularly attend her functions. If they want Gansey to talk, he can talk. There’s not a single friend he’ll get in trouble for this, not without a fight. ]
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[He leans over a little, and puts his forehead on his knees.]
I hate that I can't protect people, sometimes. I hate that we're here in this stupid room.
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[ Gansey pushes in beside him, pressing their shoulders up against each other. ]
That's not your job. Protecting all of us. I would have kept you out of this if I could, after all you've been through.
We're going to be all right. We're together, and we'll take care of each other. It doesn't just fall to you.
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Stick around, okay?
[It's not entirely clear what Billy means.
(Don't leave him in this universe alone, too)]
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I will.
We’re going to be all right, you know. We’ll get out of this.
[ He stops short of saying we’ve gotten out of worse, because in fairness, this doesn’t look good. ]