03 ▒ EVENT: STRELA OUTPOST ▒ ASSIMILATION

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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]

[Pity would just make her crawl somewhere else. Standing sucks right now, she won't do it, so that's good. She keeps smiling, because like hell she'll stop before she's dead.]

Oh, me? I went looking for some stupid ginger. Should've left his ass, he's not even here. I'm such a fucking moron.

[She sighs and curls up a little tighter, repositioning her head slightly. This really fucking hurts, and it pisses her off. (Be angry, not scared. Angry, not scared.)]

We're so fucked, buddy.

[ripstides]

[ put some brakes on that mouth while you're at it. he tries not to cringe but he does at the third, fourth, twentieth (he's lost count) foul word in her vocabulary. being here makes him feel angry enough to cuss too but it's just- it's not his thing. he thinks it's definitely going to be overlooked because he can't blame her. not really. ]

Caring what happens to your friends? I'm the last person to tell you that it makes you stupid because it doesn't. [ and he really doesn't buy that, so cue him getting to his knees to take the seat beside her, all while surveying the number of hostages, how many injuries, how many of them might be able to walk (let alone run) and he takes his time on a head count with the guards. ] Maybe not.

I'm not about to sell myself or anyone else in this room short just yet.

[amethysts]

I don't have friends.

[She can't help how bitter that sounds. Or that it's a lie.]

He's SEC. Sort've. Figured if I got him back I'd have an in. Doesn't mwtter now. And come on. There's selling short and then there's realism. I'm a realist. And you--fuck. You're even worseboff than me. And don't bother. Most of these people won't make it, even with you and me. We don't have enough.

[Because yeah. She sees him looking and counting, like she's already done.]

[ripstides]

Bull. [ look how fast he calls her on her crap! ] I'm supposed to believe you'd risk your life for some guy you don't care about, after you told me you'd basically ditch me to rot in space prison if I slowed you down or screwed you over? I don't buy it.

[ she talks big like Clarisse but it's so obvious she cares, all in that one confession. and he knows he's not supposed to point vulnerabilities out but he does, because it's important that people see sometimes. other people don't have to know but all he wants is for her not to lie to him. he hates being in the dark. ]

SEC? [ because yes, that's supposed to mean something to him. ] Put me near some water? I'll shake it off. [ except he doesn't see any and if they had a canteen, it probably wouldn't be saltwater and that's what really does the trick. ] We're outnumbered but that doesn't mean that I can't take them, that we both couldn't. They're mortals, that's it. I just- I haven't figured out how to get rid of them without killing them.

[amethysts]

Fuck you, [snapped instinctively, furiously, as she sits up and holdsbher terrible bandage in place.]

SEC. Security. [Because let's just move on. Libby just--knows James, thinks her funny. That's it. So she's teaching him how to swear, so what? She doesn't care. At all. About anyone, ever. (Yet here sbe is, talking to Percy. So.)]

Fuck--if I still had my TK they'd already be dead. If you don't want to watch just--I'd keep your eyes shut.

[She finally could abuse it and now it's gone. ]

They're going to do worse than kill us, and because, if I were like them--I'd want to die."

[ripstides]

I know what they're going to do and what they are- we don't know what they even are! What they were. They're still.. them. They had to be like us once, can't you see that? They don't deserve to die any more than we do. [ and he feels that heavy in his heart, weighing him down. he's killed cyclops and centaurs that were on the other side of the war and it'd honestly been one of the most screwed up things he had to do. he knows if it came down to him or them, to Libby or any of the people he'd met on board, he could do it. ] If I use water against them, I might electrocute everyone in this room. That's if they get to their weapons before I do.

It's almost a risk I'm willing to take.