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

[heltersskelter]

[he considers sitting up, but he can still feel his body rapidly knitting itself back together, like he can hear the blood in his veins and the way his nervous system unsticks itself from one another. he takes a few deep breaths, his gaze flicking from the ceiling to her face, watching her expression as she presses the gold curl of his hair from his face.

it's pleasant, the stroke of her fingers. he lets himself bask in the attention for a moment, but his expression is wide, nearly innocent because the question is bizarre.]

I didn't want them to take you away. {he says, like the answer couldn't be more obvious]

[sweetmotherofgod]

[there's more to him than he shows. she knows that, remembers how interested the demon was in him. but it's hard to remember it with him like this, hurt because he helped her and saying things with the simple conviction of a child.]

I'm not going anywhere, dummy.

[it's not really a lie if she's going to do everything she can to make it true, right?]

[heltersskelter]

Good. [he says, and lets his eyes close for a moment. despite the crisis, they've managed to get this far. he hadn't really known she was capable of killing someone, though.

it's a few moments before he tries to lever himself up to a sitting position.]

[sweetmotherofgod]

[forgivable. Heather didn't know that either.

it's why she's sitting in uncharacteristic quiet at his side until he tries to sit. when she reaches out to help him, it's probably equally because she's looking for something to hold on to.

she takes a breath, and it's shaky.]

What are we gonna do?

[heltersskelter]

[his gaze rakes the room, finding the doors and the guards. there's the one they came in, and then a row with guards in front of it. there's no way to get out without fighting their way out.]

If the guards were distracted, we could try to sneak out.

[it's in that moment that the guards move, and they grab someone else in the room- a familiar face, though he can't put a name to it, and they start shouting as they're dragged toward the line of doors. some people get up and try to stop it from happening, and Tate rises shakily to his feet- taking Heather's hand in his own- as the commotion grows louder until the guards beat the people back and get their target through one of the doors.