Who: Araña and Bucky Barnes
Where: The Starbucks by Grand Park (and various wanderings)
When: After her thread with Bucky
What: Metal-armed cyborg babies getting coffee. Also Araña giving the Russian guy a breakdown of how to stay off the grid, in return for coffee and dinner. ~*PRIORITIES*~
Warnings: None yet.

( If you’re one of us, then roll with us )

Who: La Brea Captives
Where: A Mysterious Location
When: Starting March 11th, lasting for at least 4 IC days
What: Those that were kidnapped in the La Brea hotspot awake in a terrible place and terrible things happen to them, too.
Warnings: Violence, body horror, mind control, fucking creepy bullshit.

You awake in a shallow subterranean cave, or what resembles one in form, at least – while the uneven cave walls resemble those of a naturally formed cavern, there is little stone to be seen. Instead the interior's surface is a strange metallic substance, a translucent black shot through with veins of pulsating light.

The only place the glistening black metal doesn't cover the stone is around the edges of the assorted pools and lakes that dot the expanse of caverns. They don't contain water, though – instead they're filled with a thick, opaque black substance. That's right – underground tar pits. A few of them are host to a struggling robotic creature or one of the mutilated cyborg animals that has toppled in and been unable to free itself. The others don't seem inclined to help – both they and the substance that covers the rock everywhere else give the tar pits a berth of at least a foot or two wherever they can help it.

The cage you find yourself in, along with those of your fellow captives – made out of the same dark metal that coats the walls – are for the most part located in those areas of the cave system where there are also the most tar pits. As one moves to higher, dryer ground, the number of cages decreases, while the concentration of machinery jutting from the ceilings, walls and floors, not all of it with clear purpose but all of it strange and organic-looking, increases.

The ceilings are low, and the tunnels linking otherwise separate tunnel formations are narrow, and easily blocked by protrusions of metal and machinery that part, apparently autonomously, only to allow through one of the robotic or cyborg servants that patrol the caves. If any tunnel leads to a way out, it's impossible to tell.


[OOC: This is where you go if your character was picked up in the La Brea Tar Pits hot spot. 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.]

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.]

Who: Nivata and Eusine
Where: Bibigo, a Korean restaurant that actually exists in LA because Google says so
When: Monday, 8:30 pm. Which Monday? Don't ask mean questions like that.
What: So much geekery. So much.
Warnings: Two massive egos.
( Brace yourselves, the fancy dress party has arrived. )
****

Who: Nivata, Aña and/or Tommy
Where: Nivata's apartment building
When: Wednesday, 7pm. Which Wednesday? I have no idea.
What: Job interview!
Warnings: An undead minion. Nivata why.
( Worst job interview ever. )

Who: Jessica Drew & YOU!!
Where: Alpha Tower & around LA
When: Mid-February, various times
What: The most awkward member of Alpha Force is back in town.
Warnings: N/A

( just hope there's altitude in prayer )

Who: Sollux, Feferi, Milly, and Ana. Also anyone else who wants in!
Where: Mostly around Grand Park in central LA.
When: Sometime during the week of the 16th, in the early evening.
What: CONDOR tries to get Sollux to deal with his hideous agoraphobia by getting him to go to the park for a while, under heavy surveillance. Also, previously, Sollux gets shown knives by his matesprit.
Warnings: Sollux problems.


There are less people in the park in the evening, but still enough to make Sollux nervous. Everything makes him nervous, which is why he was told to come out here. Despite his terror at the idea of trusting anything to CONDOR, and the fact that recently he's been convinced that it's only a matter of time until someone destroys him, after a great deal of persistence he's grudgingly accepted their offer for a way to work through some of his fears.

Apparently they are watching him, enough that they can keep him safe. The idea of being spied on doesn't bother him as much as the idea that their protection may not be adequate. He claws at his collar anxiously, sitting on a bench by himself and eyeing the water fountain with intense trepidation. Already, the sound of running water is starting to get to him.

Theoretically he can go whenever he wants, but he feels like he should be waiting for something to change. Like, maybe if he can keep himself from having a panic attack long enough, it won't happen at all. It's not seeming likely, though.

So he sits by himself on the bench, dressed in his red and blue flannel and jeans, trying to blend in. He doesn't really. The red and blue sunglasses he ordered online don't cover all the metal implants coming out of his head, and they definitely don't cover his horns or his great skin.

A lot of people have been staring at him, and it makes him want to start screaming. He may not see the CONDOR agents watching him, but other people very well might notice the government agents stalking this strange alien.

Who: The Hunter and You! (The Hunter is Aña. Not that she'll tell you that.)
Where: Some alleyway somewhere in a bad part of town
When: 1 or 2 AM, 3/12
What: Araña's stopping a mugging! Or just stopped a mugging. Your choice. She's on the prowl tonight.
Warnings: Stupid unregistered teen paranoia?

( no song lyrics here, either. sorry. )

Who: Tommy Shepherd and YOOOU
Where: All over L.A.
When: NOW
What: Tommy's finally able to get back up on his feet and explore the city he's been stranded in for two weeks. He seriously needs to stretch his legs and get a decent meal.
Warnings: Tommy has a dirty mouth, and has to steal stuff to eat and clothe himself but other than that nothing too bad.

( im running a race against myself )