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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.]
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"Dude, you get some bad fuel or something, like half the people here are humans. I'm a human. Hel-lo?"
no subject
"What are you talking about, most of the people I've seen are not humans. Not real humans. Just freaking imposters with powers."
no subject
She gives an exasperated sigh and crosses her arms. "Besides, like you just said, some of us don't even have any powers, genius, so what is even the point of all this."
no subject
"Ok, no, look, if they have powers they aren't human. Humans are, like, perfect the way they are. Powers and stuff just ruin how great they are." He states this last part very clearly, gesturing the delineation to emphasize his point.
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Honestly, she's not sure at this point if she's more irritated or confused. What the hell. What is this robot's problem.
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"Yeah, look, humans do not need to be able to throw cars. We can keep you safe and take care of that stuff."
He waved toward the room, one hand on his hip.
"You are obviously here to keep you safe, yo. I gotta say you are being pretty ungrateful."
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"Yeah, well, too bad, 'cuz some humans can throw cars! What the fuck is this, you worried about humans stealing your jobs or something?!"
She stands up, glaring at Metabee, with her hands planted on her hips. "And keeping me safe?! I wouldn't have needed to be 'kept safe' to begin with, not if that stupid cyborg hadn't ATTACKED me!" Technically that particular incident could have been avoided fairly easily, but that's not really the point she's trying to make at the moment.
She barrels on, words pouring from her mouth as fast as she thinks of them. "Hell, the kid who did try to protect me, he's here now too, because apparently you fuckheads have no fucking idea how protecting people even works, and why can't you seem to get that-" She drops her hands to her sides, fists clenched. "That's just not how it works! If you want to protect someone, you don't put them in a cage, that's not helping anyone, they're not safe then, they're prisoners, and- and it's just a bunch of stupid bullshit, okay?!"
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"YO! Do you ever shut up?!? All you've done since you got in here was complain. Your friend's here because is he a garbage heap who doesn't deserve to share the same name as normal humans."
He slipped his arm through the bars, shaking his fist in her face.
" And hey, if you weren't rude as heck you wouldn't be hurt in here, aka safe, but if you don't shut that big mouth of your I might just-" He stopped, a runtime programming picking up his train of thought of beating her up and running an instantaneous override. Before he could finish the threat though something shut down his system, the loud clang as his hit the floor ringing through out the room. He was down for several minutes before his system finally started rebooting.
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She stared at him incredulously for a moment. "Uh, hey, you were saying something? You gonna finish threatening me or not?"
She stepped forward and crouched in front of him, prodding him carefully through the bars with a finger. "Hello?"
Finally, she stood back up, regarding him with a raised eyebrow before smirking. "Yeah, you're not so tough now, huh." She spun around to stomp back to the back of the cell - though she did continue to look back at the inert robot occasionally, watching for signs of movement.