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

[theredchampion]

A lack of Alliance logos, as I earlier stated. A lack of communication, too, among what you might term 'the locals'. An incredibly large docking bay that was incredibly quiet for an outpost that you'd think might be more busy, although I'll not enter into speculation about why. A lack of willingness to respond at all to us outsiders, despite our attempts to trade with them.

Things are certainly not as anticipated, for myself at least.

[jurisimpudent]

Did you attempt to communicate with "the locals"?

[His voice sounds less curious and more interrogative.]

[theredchampion]

Aye, I certainly gave it a shot. Was rather hoping one of them might point me in the direction of some-place I could find tobacco or its like. While they most certainly appeared to hear me they rather lacked in answers, gave me something of a strange look and carried on.

[jurisimpudent]

What were you doing at the time of your apprehension?

[theredchampion]

Specifically at that time? Why, I think I was studying some of the other ships out in the dock. Been there a while if the weather-wear is anything to go by.

[jurisimpudent]

Had you done anything untoward up to that point?

[theredchampion]

Untoward?

[ NIall gives a short laugh, amused by the wording of the question. ]

By association, I suppose so yes. I found a young man rifling through some things in a storage lock up, and I cannot say I turned him in.

[jurisimpudent]

[Miles immediately frowns.]

Who?

[theredchampion]

Who, you ask? Who but not what, or why, or when? I suppose they were to come. Interrogative, are you not?

[jurisimpudent]

Just answer the question.