03 ▒ EVENT: STRELA OUTPOST ▒ ASSIMILATION

[ataraxites]

CHARACTERS: Ensemble production!
LOCATION: Strela Outpost.
WARNINGS: Mind horror, hivemindery, etc.
SUMMARY: Communal brainwashing.
NOTES: Divided by locations; players are free to indicate which day/stage, and to begin new subthreads wherever they'd like!

Looks like the authorities have apprehended you and have brought you in for processing. After being forced to wait in the waiting room, you're brought to the assimilation room - a terrible white cell, where you're trapped for hours, sentenced to be slowly stripped of your individuality.

Comments

[amethysts]

Get the fuck away from me. I don't owe you fucking anything. I--you arrogant fuck. Walk away or I swear I will tell Nikolai you tried to hurt me.

[jurisimpudent]

[He looks down a moment, and then lowers his head in acquiescence. Guilt gnaws at him. All he'd wanted to do was to reassure her, to pull her out of her fear, but like usual...The chief detective, back home, had cracked a joke after seeing Edgeworth interacting with a witness for the very first time - said it was a good thing he was going to be working homicide cases, because get him in the room with a victim and he'd drive them to suicide regardless. The detective had found this uproarious; Edgeworth was still bruised from it.

Four months ago it was, now. Hard to believe.]

I'm sorry.

[He stands.]

[amethysts]

[She's lying. He just saved her life, even if just for a while. But it hurts too much that he's so--fucking good that he doesn't know what's going to happen to them, and Libby can't watch. Wren can't watch. She can't watch him get shattered so he has to go away.

Maybe someone will save them. She doubts it. But maybe. She closes her eyes when he stands and thinks about not saying anything--]

I just need to be alone right now.

[jurisimpudent]

[He nods shortly and settles onto a bench, well away from her. Very politely, almost exceedingly politely:]

I'm going to be monitoring you for changes in your health. So please do not be alarmed if I am watching you; there is no malice intended by doing as such.

[amethysts]

Whatev.

[She keeps her eyes shut and blocks him out. He's not here, not to her. Not anymore.]

[jurisimpudent]

[And he settles back on the bench, battling with his feelings of guilt and of fear, trying instead to simply find a way out of all of this.

He wishes he weren't so afraid.]