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.

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[excessivehubris]

His shields were in tatters; Kirk’s mind an incomprehensible press against his mind. Charles couldn’t pick up any individual thoughts, his telepathy scrambled in a way Charles had never experienced before. Still he felt Kirk’s voice as well as heard it, familiar.

Briefly it triggered Charles to reach out, telepathically, seeking Erik but what should have been easily within his ability caused immediate pain and Charles moaned, pressing the heel of his palm to his head. Okay, looking for Erik or any others telepathically was a bad idea, message received.

Dazed blue eyes blinked owlishly at Kirk, struggling to focus back to the here and the now and Charles reached out with a bloody hand, needing physical contact to help ground himself.

“Captain,” he acknowledged. "These rooms ... these rooms..."

He knew he wanted to warn Kirk away from the white rooms but the words were having a hard time connecting from mind to tongue.

[goldshirt]

Kirk leans into the reach, his own hand lifting to clasp Xavier's forearm, grounding him in the moment. Kirk can't begin to imagine what he's been through, but he can damn well guess. He's seen, after all, the vacant stares of some of the people that didn't get out. Ones that have thus far, needed to be forced into the shuttles to get them back to the ship.

"I know," He says, his tone soothing but intent and brisk. They can't linger, "We're getting you guys the fuck out of here. Can you stand?" It was pushy, probably, because Charles can barely think straight, but Jim dips his head to try to see into the man's face.