… 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 ...
[She comes to, at first slowly, and then all at once when she realizes what is going on. Pulling against the restraints, she wiggles as much as she can. Did they fail? Did her Shadow kill everyone? Is the case going to end now because... wait. No. This isn't then. This is somewhere else, an entire different world. Finally, painfully, she finds her voice.]
Iota! Iota, get me off this fucking table right now!
[He's angry. He's angry, but there's also panic, and fear because he knows this, he's worried about this, he thought she wouldn't dare to do it without consent-]
Ah. [ She turns to face him properly, lowering the data-pad. ] Puma. You are awake.
[ The first sweep of her gaze is clinical, as though to check that everything is in place. The second is more personal, more concerned — not for his situation, but for his upset. ]
[ And for the first time since they've known each other, Iota ignores his wishes completely. She turns, ponytail swinging behind her, to one of the many other tables in the room. Medical suite? Lab? ]
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 ...
Lapis
Re: Lapis
What is going on? What are you doing to people?
Re: Lapis
[ Iota doesn't jump, but she does lower the data-pad. ]
Hello. I am saving them.
Yukine
Puma
Re: Puma
[He knows this]
[He knows this, he knows this, he knows this]
Iota! Iota, get me off this fucking table right now!
[He's angry. He's angry, but there's also panic, and fear because he knows this, he's worried about this, he thought she wouldn't dare to do it without consent-]
Re: Puma
[ The first sweep of her gaze is clinical, as though to check that everything is in place. The second is more personal, more concerned — not for his situation, but for his upset. ]
Try to relax. This does not have to take long.
Re: Puma
[He needs to be calmer, handle this better, but he can't, he can't for too many reasons.]
This better not be what it looks like!
Re: Puma
[ Calm determination, with an almost singular focus. Almost, because Puma is still her friend. ]
I have always wanted to, but I did not believe it possible … [ Sets the data-pad down. ] That was my mistake.
Re: Puma
This is not helping them! It's not consent when people don't know what they were consenting to!
Let me go. Now.
Re: Puma
Some things are more important.
Re: Puma
They need...they need people who are supportive, not who have been kidnapped and distressed!
[There's reason, there's logic, keep calm, keep calm, but he can't, he can't do this, he can't do this again]
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Silver
Re: Silver
Not sure why you bothered to ask if you were gonna do all this.
Re: Silver
I need help.
[ That seems like reason enough to Iota. ]
Re: Silver
Derek
Re: Derek
What the hell is going on?
Re: Derek
I am going to fix them, with your help.
Re: Derek
You can't just force people to help!
Re: Derek
Everybody agreed.
Re: Derek
... TWICE at least!
[very animalistic growl because yay having THAT special ability back.]
Blindly agreeing to help and consent to be a science project are two different things completely!
Stiles
Re: Stiles
What will help? What did you do?
[Even if he does try to turn his head to see, he really can't. It's not as easy as it would seem.]