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]

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.]