[ You were outside for whatever reason. Maybe you wanted some fresh air? Some exercise? Maybe you were setting out to visit a friend. Minding your own business either way — until suddenly, you're not. ]
[ Suddenly, you find yourself in a hallway of metal and bright lights. If it looks like something straight out of a science fiction spaceship, well … That's because it is. Too bad there aren't any windows. Those of you who have played with Iota before may know that the view is pretty fantastic. ]
Hello.
[ And who should be standing before you, but Iota? She’s watching you, quiet and level and almost intent, her head slightly tilted. ]
[By this point, getting kidnapped to Places Unknown is Just Another Day for Lapis. However, this time, it seems off. There weren't really any bells or any indication that a game is happening.
She's started when she sees Iota in front of her. ]
It starts with your senses: hearing (the breath of others), smell (clean, clinical), taste (not unpleasant, vaguely strange), and finally sight (your eyelids feel like anvils, reluctant to be lifted). Then, the rest of you: the heaviness eases from your fingers and toes, muscles awakening slowly but without discomfort.
You’re laying on a medical cot in what could only be a cell. It’s a small space, barely six feet by eight feet. The walls separating you from the others — and there are others, all coming around just like you — are made of thick, unbreakable glass, utterly impassible no matter your strength, no matter what ability you may possess to throw it. You cannot see any doors that might grant access to your cell, but there are two in the room proper: heavy electronic things made of metal, with buttons and scanners.
There are no windows. There is, for the time being, no sign of Iota. You're alone in your cell, with a handful of fellow captives for company. ]
[Lapis wakes up slowly, struggling as if she is pulling against invisible bonds, and in the processes, falls on the floor.
She gets up quickly, and looks around, eyes wide. What even is going on? Is this a game after all? Carefully, and methodically, she explores the Spartan space, and looks around at the other people there. Strange.]
[He feels himself wake, but he doesn't move. Doesn't force his eyes, just...listening. Taking stock of what happened.]
[Iota. Iota and the gas and....and she gassed him. KEPT gassing him even when he told her to stop. Why? Why would she do that? Even if she didn't understand, she should have STOPPED.]
[He feels the cot under him, and the anxiety is starting to build. It's familiar, too familiar, too close and he finds his own patience is battling his own trauma, and he has to open his eyes, has to move, see a large medical room or SOMETHIN-]
[Except it's not. It's a cell.]
[He's in a cell, he's in a tiny small cell, and there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out]
[He may have started hyperventilating, scratching at the back of his neck, shaking badly as he can feel the panic attack creeping up on him]
[He slowly comes to. He recognizes that he's on what feels like a cot. So even before he opens his eyes he has a good idea of where he is. Or rather, the sort of situation he's in.
Annnd eyes open.
Okay, this is a hallucination. Let's just. close my eyes, and open them again, and it'll be fine it's not fine.
He sighs, and stands up, slowly stretching, putting his hand on the glass, and sighs.]
And here I'd always been happy I was never arrested.
[One thing you never want to do is cage an animal.
Especially after gassing said animal.
So his coming to is his immediately sitting up and opening his eyes at the same time and giving off a definite growl that'd be difficult, maybe not impossible, for regular humans to make.
When he gets up, there's a ripping noise because- yup. His claws sure did just rip through the mattress, there.
So after getting up, he's going to be giving off definite... Pure rage. Unadulterated rage as he paces the cell, maybe at some point, as not to scare the shit out of Silver especially if it manages to work, going to the glass wall near the aisle and slashing at it.
By the way, the entire time his eyes are glowing bright blue. This is not a happy werewolf being held prisoner. Not at all whatsoever]
[There's the feeling of being trapped of... well, he's not sure what. Though honestly he doesn't like the fact that he can barely move. At least at first anyway. Or the fact that he woke up inside of some... cell. This wasn't normal and he knew it.
When he does manage to sit up he frowns and looks around him, noting the others. Some that he knows and others that he doesn't. One of those being a certain werewolf. That had just done a bit of... well, yeah.]
Hey, is everyone alright?
[If he focuses on others then his anxiety won't start rearing its ugly head or maybe, just maybe, it will.]
( he wakes with a jolt, eyes wide and body sweaty as he springs himself upright. he can't restrain the fear that seizes at his chest, claws at his insides, and he's shouting before he realises it. he thinks he'll feel better if he just looks around, collects himself, but he doesn't.
he's. . . in a cell? why? why? why?
why is he being contained? he's done nothing wrong! he's committed no sin!! there's no reason! unless...? this is just the echo? is this the echo? pressing his palms to his eyes, he can't help but wonder.
then he glances at the glass between his fingers. in an instant, his arm is swinging out to cast a line at it, but it doesn't slice. there's just nothing. then, just in case, he rolls up his sleeves to make sure there no eyeballs there. there isn't. but that doesn't explain anything. )
[ After several hours to languish in captivity … finally, something happens.
Finally, Iota is sweeping into the room. Her long, blood red hair has been tightly pulled back into a ponytail, and she is wearing a pristine white lab coat that seems, for some reason, to be a little too big for her – she's even had to roll the sleeves up!
But maybe that's the last thing on your mind.
Maybe you're the one who can hear the faint of hiss of gas in your cell. Maybe you're the one being dragged back down into unconsciousness, or maybe … maybe you're one of the those left to watch as she wheels the subject out, her face set with determination.
[A too-large lab coat, a scientist doing an experiment, it's almost too much for Lapis. Everything's turning fuzzy, the gas is turning into shadow hands, and at the back of her mind, she's wondering who, if anyone, will bother to come for her this time.]
[He's had his panic attack, he has something else to focus on (and it makes him sick the fact he's not alone is helping that because there's KIDS), but he's still pounding on the wall of his cell.]
… The difference is that you're strapped face-down to a surgical table. Ankles, thighs, waist, shoulders, and wrists; they're all thoroughly restrained with thick, well-padded material. Even your head is braced, rendering immobility without restricting breathing … or your ability to talk, should you wish to.
It's difficult to see what's going on, but Iota's there, a data-pad in hand. ]
It will not be much longer ... [ Is she talking to herself? She doesn't seem to have realized you're awake yet. ] They will help. Why did it take so long for me to see ...
214, Late Evening: A Call For Help
[ Suddenly, you find yourself in a hallway of metal and bright lights. If it looks like something straight out of a science fiction spaceship, well … That's because it is. Too bad there aren't any windows. Those of you who have played with Iota before may know that the view is pretty fantastic. ]
Hello.
[ And who should be standing before you, but Iota? She’s watching you, quiet and level and almost intent, her head slightly tilted. ]
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Oh. Hello. Is it time for a game?
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214, Night: Mingle in the Cells
It starts with your senses: hearing (the breath of others), smell (clean, clinical), taste (not unpleasant, vaguely strange), and finally sight (your eyelids feel like anvils, reluctant to be lifted). Then, the rest of you: the heaviness eases from your fingers and toes, muscles awakening slowly but without discomfort.
You’re laying on a medical cot in what could only be a cell. It’s a small space, barely six feet by eight feet. The walls separating you from the others — and there are others, all coming around just like you — are made of thick, unbreakable glass, utterly impassible no matter your strength, no matter what ability you may possess to throw it. You cannot see any doors that might grant access to your cell, but there are two in the room proper: heavy electronic things made of metal, with buttons and scanners.
There are no windows. There is, for the time being, no sign of Iota. You're alone in your cell, with a handful of fellow captives for company. ]
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She gets up quickly, and looks around, eyes wide. What even is going on? Is this a game after all? Carefully, and methodically, she explores the Spartan space, and looks around at the other people there. Strange.]
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[Iota. Iota and the gas and....and she gassed him. KEPT gassing him even when he told her to stop. Why? Why would she do that? Even if she didn't understand, she should have STOPPED.]
[He feels the cot under him, and the anxiety is starting to build. It's familiar, too familiar, too close and he finds his own patience is battling his own trauma, and he has to open his eyes, has to move, see a large medical room or SOMETHIN-]
[Except it's not. It's a cell.]
[He's in a cell, he's in a tiny small cell, and there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out there's no way out]
[He may have started hyperventilating, scratching at the back of his neck, shaking badly as he can feel the panic attack creeping up on him]
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Annnd eyes open.
Okay, this is a hallucination. Let's just. close my eyes, and open them again, and it'll be fine it's not fine.
He sighs, and stands up, slowly stretching, putting his hand on the glass, and sighs.]
And here I'd always been happy I was never arrested.
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Especially after gassing said animal.
So his coming to is his immediately sitting up and opening his eyes at the same time and giving off a definite growl that'd be difficult, maybe not impossible, for regular humans to make.
When he gets up, there's a ripping noise because- yup. His claws sure did just rip through the mattress, there.
So after getting up, he's going to be giving off definite... Pure rage. Unadulterated rage as he paces the cell, maybe at some point, as not to scare the shit out of Silver especially if it manages to work, going to the glass wall near the aisle and slashing at it.
By the way, the entire time his eyes are glowing bright blue. This is not a happy werewolf being held prisoner. Not at all whatsoever]
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When he does manage to sit up he frowns and looks around him, noting the others. Some that he knows and others that he doesn't. One of those being a certain werewolf. That had just done a bit of... well, yeah.]
Hey, is everyone alright?
[If he focuses on others then his anxiety won't start rearing its ugly head or maybe, just maybe, it will.]
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he's. . . in a cell? why? why? why?
why is he being contained? he's done nothing wrong! he's committed no sin!! there's no reason! unless...? this is just the echo? is this the echo? pressing his palms to his eyes, he can't help but wonder.
then he glances at the glass between his fingers. in an instant, his arm is swinging out to cast a line at it, but it doesn't slice. there's just nothing. then, just in case, he rolls up his sleeves to make sure there no eyeballs there. there isn't. but that doesn't explain anything. )
Fuck.
215, Early Early Hours: It Begins
Finally, Iota is sweeping into the room. Her long, blood red hair has been tightly pulled back into a ponytail, and she is wearing a pristine white lab coat that seems, for some reason, to be a little too big for her – she's even had to roll the sleeves up!
But maybe that's the last thing on your mind.
Maybe you're the one who can hear the faint of hiss of gas in your cell. Maybe you're the one being dragged back down into unconsciousness, or maybe … maybe you're one of the those left to watch as she wheels the subject out, her face set with determination.
She'll be back. They won't be. ]
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Iota!
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215, Early Hours: ...
You're in a small room, again. You think.
… The difference is that you're strapped face-down to a surgical table. Ankles, thighs, waist, shoulders, and wrists; they're all thoroughly restrained with thick, well-padded material. Even your head is braced, rendering immobility without restricting breathing … or your ability to talk, should you wish to.
It's difficult to see what's going on, but Iota's there, a data-pad in hand. ]
It will not be much longer ... [ Is she talking to herself? She doesn't seem to have realized you're awake yet. ] They will help. Why did it take so long for me to see ...
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