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SCARY JAIL LOG #2
Who: Downtown Los Angeles Captives
Where: A Mysterious Location
When: Starting March 11th, lasting for at least 4 IC days
What: Those that were kidnapped in the downtown hotspot awake in a terrible place and terrible things happen.
Warnings: Violence, body horror, mind control, fucking creepy bullshit.
You awake in the depths of a vast tower, like a tall layered cylinder of steel and black metal. You can see a seemingly endless height above you, and an endless depth below. Each layer is lit by a ring of multi-hued light that seems to bleed into the black material below it, like veins into flesh. A circle is cut through each layer from the tower's top to bottom, and occasionally a vast black form will rise and fall between layers - a mass of black metal with lights like eyes and grasping mechanical hands. Sometimes it takes captives with it.
Cages line the exterior walls like an arena, with other restraints set up on the layered floors outside. There is a tone of clinical order and structure without, though the black metal leaks a substance almost like the sweat of an animal. Cages open and close themselves, and smaller machines and familiar looking cyborgs wander the floors. Entire cage sections can be removed mechanically and taken to lower levels. Muffled voices and the animal cries of captured strays can be heard around the shaft, as well as the rhythmic hum of vast machinery down below.
There is no natural light here, and no sign of easy escape.
[OOC: This is where you go if your character was picked up in the downtown LA area. If they weren't but you want them here for some reason, a limited degree of inter-base movement is possible, so it can be worked out. Just how your characters are set up and who they are caged with is up to you. They can also be cages alone, but within speaking distance of others. It is generally presume that a reasonable degree of care has been used to contain your character if they have powers, but the particular methods of restraint are up to you. Most approximately super sciencey things should be reasonable.
If your character is going to get "worked on" by the machine, the progression in which this occurs is up to you - you can have threads before things happen, and then threads during or after. As mentioned before, please use some discretion with how gruesome you get - this is comic books not a slasher fic. All inhuman characters captured will be lined up for modifications and brainwashing, but it is presumed that the AI is a busy machine and simply won't get to most people. Robots can be brainwashed with either code or implants, but organics should not get to the point of brainwashing because that would generally involve a lobotomy.
Feel free to take creative liberty with layouts and the like. This is a prompt, not a solid limit. AI may drop in occasionally as an NPC to menace you. As a mod if you need the NPC's attention for something in specific.]
Where: A Mysterious Location
When: Starting March 11th, lasting for at least 4 IC days
What: Those that were kidnapped in the downtown hotspot awake in a terrible place and terrible things happen.
Warnings: Violence, body horror, mind control, fucking creepy bullshit.
You awake in the depths of a vast tower, like a tall layered cylinder of steel and black metal. You can see a seemingly endless height above you, and an endless depth below. Each layer is lit by a ring of multi-hued light that seems to bleed into the black material below it, like veins into flesh. A circle is cut through each layer from the tower's top to bottom, and occasionally a vast black form will rise and fall between layers - a mass of black metal with lights like eyes and grasping mechanical hands. Sometimes it takes captives with it.
Cages line the exterior walls like an arena, with other restraints set up on the layered floors outside. There is a tone of clinical order and structure without, though the black metal leaks a substance almost like the sweat of an animal. Cages open and close themselves, and smaller machines and familiar looking cyborgs wander the floors. Entire cage sections can be removed mechanically and taken to lower levels. Muffled voices and the animal cries of captured strays can be heard around the shaft, as well as the rhythmic hum of vast machinery down below.
There is no natural light here, and no sign of easy escape.
[OOC: This is where you go if your character was picked up in the downtown LA area. If they weren't but you want them here for some reason, a limited degree of inter-base movement is possible, so it can be worked out. Just how your characters are set up and who they are caged with is up to you. They can also be cages alone, but within speaking distance of others. It is generally presume that a reasonable degree of care has been used to contain your character if they have powers, but the particular methods of restraint are up to you. Most approximately super sciencey things should be reasonable.
If your character is going to get "worked on" by the machine, the progression in which this occurs is up to you - you can have threads before things happen, and then threads during or after. As mentioned before, please use some discretion with how gruesome you get - this is comic books not a slasher fic. All inhuman characters captured will be lined up for modifications and brainwashing, but it is presumed that the AI is a busy machine and simply won't get to most people. Robots can be brainwashed with either code or implants, but organics should not get to the point of brainwashing because that would generally involve a lobotomy.
Feel free to take creative liberty with layouts and the like. This is a prompt, not a solid limit. AI may drop in occasionally as an NPC to menace you. As a mod if you need the NPC's attention for something in specific.]
[Open]
She'd been here for almost a full day when they took her out to the table again. While they'd needed her sedated for the integration of the proper circuitry to her brain and stuff, the initial "surgery" was basically performed in the "hold her down and activate the saw" method.
Apparently, whoever was running this joint thought that removing Araña's pretty, thematically-appropriate tattoo was a logical starting place for removing her powers entirely. Which was fair, her exo DID seem to spread from there. Hell, for all she knew, it would work.
But she wasn't really prepared for their removal method being "take the arm off above the shoulder without painkillers", and there had been a lot of screaming before she ultimately passed out. They must've sedated her after that, but she doesn't really remember when she wakes up back in her (or a, at least) cell.
She groans as the pain rushes back - not as strong as it was before, so maybe there's some sort of numbing agent or they managed to partially heal the wound left behind, but it's still there and it's still bad and her clothes are all stiff from dried blood and dammit she's going to have to get a whole new costume, part of her mind complains.
"No, no, no, no," she murmurs to herself, not willing to open her eyes yet to see what they did to her. "Esto no está ocurriendo, esto es lo que no ocurriendo."
'What they did to her' is, apparently, the removal of her entire right arm, replacing it with a perfectly proportional (thankfully) robotic replacement. The fingers twitch a little as she continues to mutter under her breath in Spanish.
[OOC: for anyone! Be in her cell, be near her cell. You can even have seen her come in all exoskeleton'd and now know what that weird bug thing looks like underneath, if you like! ;)
Also feel free to make this a little later in the captivity when she's awake and already aware of the metal arm thing.]
Re: [Open]
When he'd been brought in, no one else was around, but a few hours later they had brought the girl in unconscious. She looked a little familiar, but not enough he could recognize her. Course she was also covered in blood and mutterng in spanish so that was not exactly...helping at all. But she was human so that as a good thing.
"Hey, uh, are you ok?"
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"Well, you know," she says faintly, "I've had better days."
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He'd been on rescue missions before, so it wasn't that she was the first person he'd seen beat up like this, but then he was still taking it rather well. There was probably a perfectly good reason for whatever had happened to her, after all. She wouldn't have been brought here if it wasn't for her own good.
"But are you...in pain or anything? Did they do that to your arm or was it....always....like that?"
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"Why would they take your arm off? That doesn't really make sense, yo."
LATER ON
She shakes it off and tries to wake up more. There's no point in sleepily sulking right now. It's best to sit up and inspect her surroundings. Alright, she's in a cage, judging from the bars next to her. Nessa is nearby, but Cynthia is too groggy to tell what her status is. Further away but still in the same cage, she can see other figures – at least, she thinks it's more than one. Her perception of things isn't spot-on right now.
"Hey," she mumbles, then tries to raise her voice to a more audible level. "Hey, where are we? What's happening?"
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It's only a few moments after this that she can vaguely hear another voice through the other noises going on in the background, and Nessa mumbles something not understandable before squinting up into the gloom. Her eyes were still cloudy, but she registered a few lumps in the dark, and then glanced over to the owner of the noise.
Suddenly everything rushed back to her--they had been ambushed and Nessa couldn't see well enough to fight them off and then everything had gone black. And now they were here.
She pushed herself up and rubbed a gloved hand over her eyes to try and clear them, reaching out with the other for Cynthia.
"Flourish?" She calls out, her voice uncertain. "Are you ok?"
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There's a girl about their age in there. Close examination (or examination at all) reveals the right side of her shirt is stained in what looks like a non-insubstantial amount of dried blood, and her right arm is shiny metal.
"On the bright side, they haven't dragged you out to the table yet."
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"Wildcat!" she says, grasping Nessa's hand. Before she can continue, though, their cagemate speaks up. Both her words and the dried blood on her shirt serve to scare the lights out of Cynthia. It takes a couple moments for her to put the blood, the arm, and the mention of a table together, but soon enough she's staring wide-eyed at the girl.
"What table?" she asks, slowly and fearfully, even though she thinks she already knows the answer. This day just went from bad to worse.
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Soon as the two of them were awake he stepped over, careful not to touch the bars.
"Yo, Flourish. Finally awake, huh?"
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Slowly, she manages to regain enough consciousness to blink around at their dark surroundings, and when she does she notices the girl, covered in blood, through blurry eyes--they still weren't right after the oil got into them. She can't help but curl around Cynthia protectively when she feels her shake, eying the girl, her arm tightening around Cynthia's waist. If she had been in her feline form, Nessa would be growling.
"What table?" Her voice cracks, and then she glances over to the bars to see--
"Bee!"
Great, the rescue party was here already for them!
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He points back over his shoulder vaguely with his thumb, toward one of the worse lit regions of the room.
"Yeah, there's this super creepy operating table over there. Wouldn't be surprised if you get dragged over there eventually."