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

[shoyu]

It's a bit of a struggle, trying to drag another man along as quickly and efficiently as possible -- especially given that Soysauce's physical strength is miserable at best. So by the time they reach the docks he's lagging a bit, swiping the back of a sleeve across his brow to swipe off a few beads of sweat, letting out some small, startled noise when the other suddenly yanks away to hide behind some strange hunk of machinery.

At least he's quick enough to crouch down next to Niall, flinching a bit when he watches that bang of the head against the metal surface, flakes of rust puffing away from the surface.

He must be awfully confused, or concussed, or disoriented. Best get him to the medical bay as quickly as possible.

"-- well, I'd prefer to get out of this mess without any conflict, but." A small sigh as he draws a revolver from his belt, flipping open the cylinder to make sure he's got all six shots loaded then snapping it shut.

And then an awkward laugh as he looks over at Niall, noting the knife. "Hopefully I'll be able to keep enough distance between them and us that you won't have to use that."

[theredchampion]

Niall's eyes flick down to the revolver and he sighs, something resigned and mildly irritated with the situation.

"Bullets run out. I'd really rather not rely on them, if it's all them same."

Better than nothing, though, and at least by the sounds of it the man knows how to use it. He leans around to scan the docks again warily, starts to pick himself up slowly and try to judge the best route along. Staying in the shadows of the ships, out of sight. It almost reminds him of being a child again, hiding from guards. He really hadn't imagined he'd be doing this again so late in his life. There's no way he can turn them away in this state, though. Centring himself he blinks a few times, trying to force the dizziness away -- force the sick feeling back down.

"I'd recommend if this all goes wrong that you don't try anything and just leg it back to the ship, assuming that's where you're headed. Been in worse situations than this, I'll be fine."

[shoyu]

A meek little blink at the way the other scoffs at his revolver, and Soysauce has to resist the urge to show off -- has to resist the urge to immediately pick off the authority passing by the ships. Has to settle for mumbling quietly under his breath, "You'd be surprised by how much a good gunman can accomplish with just six bullets, sir."

Still, it's no time for pride, right now, and Soysauce has to be satisfied with gripping tight at the gun's handle as he peers out over the docks. There's only one of the white-clad authorities in sight at the moment, but the man's in a position that's difficult to sneak past. And Soysauce studies the man's movements for a moment before looking back to Niall with a soft laugh.

"I don't make it a habit of abandoning injured people, unfortunately. I'm afraid you're stuck with my company, at least until we're on the ship -- then I'll leave you to your devices." Said only partly in jest. There's a note of determination in his voice when Soysauce adds, "-- do you think you could manage to try and make a run for the ship if I helped you? Perhaps that guard can be taken out on the way without drawing too much attention."

[theredchampion]

"Nothing wrong with my legs."

His voice is absent, not really focused on the other any more -- more intent on trying to quickly map the area in his head.

"Problem is rather more with my centre of balance and my vision."

As if on cue he squints, shakes his head a little and rubs at his eyes.

"Certainly I can run, how straight a line I can run in and how long before I lose my feet is another question entirely. If all else fails I shall have to hope for the best in that respect."

Niall wets his lips, holds out a hand to try and assess how steady he is -- focusing to see if he can keep a shake from it. Almost, but not quite. If he'd had time to rest, eat or drink something maybe and renew himself. All he can do is grin and bear it now.