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

[stimulations]

[Getting the storeroom open would have been far easier if it was technology he was used to, virtual interfaces rather than a physical input, but he'd been dealing with the Tranquility's technology for long enough now to have enough of an understanding. It still wasn't to his usual level, which was frustrating, but now was hardly the time to be complaining about that sort of thing.

The storeroom appears to be as he left it - undisturbed from how he'd found it, minus a few small items - which boded well for them not receiving any unwanted visitors. Not that they would be staying long, he hoped. Getting back to the shuttles was still the priority.

He notices her choice in words, enough to pause for a moment and give a small smile. He assumes she must have seen his message on the network, but even with how unsubtle he'd been there, she was still obviously sharp. If conversation was going to help her calm further, he was all too willing to provide.]

That would depend entirely on the recommendation. [There are plenty of places he's had to escort people to, though usually, it was him being recommended in the first place. He moves over to a stack of crates at one side of the door - containing packets of some kind of grain, he'd found out earlier - and leans back against them lazily, as if there wasn't currently near and present danger potentially right outside the door.] A good spot to hide away from the brainwashed drones of a space station isn't my usual fare, though, I must say.

[adlered]

[ It's not necessarily banter, but it's a conversation she can work with, a conversation that makes her feel normal instead of one that reminds her how she almost lost who she was as a person. How she almost lost control over her entire being. She flashes him the same sort of smile, seemingly mimicking him, but at the same time, not really. ]

The kind of recommendation the two of us don't engage in. The one that requires directions to find your way to places. [ Irene has been recommended to people who wanted to be with a domme like her, but normally she doesn't need the recommendation. (Mentioning that perhaps someone needs to learn a bit of control isn't a recommendation, it's offering her services, because some people need what she does.)

There's another stack of crates near Irene and she does lean a bit against it, even if she doesn't want to necessarily show the weakness she can feel right now. ] Because of the space or the drones? Like I said, I've seen a few smiles that have been this empty.

[stimulations]

Both. I tend to avoid empty smiles, myself, even when they're not operating as some sort of mass force intent on capturing others. [His smile turns sharper, teeth white in the gloom of the storeroom.] Dreadfully dull.

[And he was a creature of interest, of curiosity. Dullness didn't suit him at all, was generally discarded as soon as it was discovered - even if smiles as empty as the kind she is likely describing usually have some incident behind them. Which, of course, left the question of where she'd been to witness them at all.]

I'm afraid you appear to have the advantage of me. [He says it as if it doesn't bother him, being in that position - though the phrasing is obviously geared to having the problem redeemed.] Not that I'm unhappy to meet a fellow... [He waves a hand, shoulders rising in something like a shrug.] whatever term it is you prefer.

[Sticky, often, the naming of his profession. He'd never seen the point in taking offence to many of the terms turned his way, but he'd met others who had.]