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

[za_rodina]

[He takes a half step forward, grimacing at Netherlands' sniped words. No, they really aren't civilians and the weight of that word settles heavily upon his tongue. He misses his own and these mockery of people has him shifting uncomfortably. But Russia can see that scrap metal in Netherlands' hands and he's aware of his pipe in his own, enough that he casts a careful look around and lets Ned come to him.]

They're hardly people, Niderlandy. [A grumble, voice dark with sick understanding and disgust. They'd thought to turn him into a mockery such as that?]

[handelaar]

[Maybe it's exhaustion or relief or Russia just said the exact right damned thing with the right damned tone. Maybe he feels bad, still, for that bit back when Russia was possessed. But when Netherlands hears it, he finally relaxes his shoulders and lets his makeshift weapon rest end-down upon the ground.

And he drops the "connection" as it were. It is just too tiring for him to keep it up, and he doesn't think he needs to. Rus might feel weird, but he sounds pretty damn normal.]

Got that. [And a heaved sigh as his free hand swipes through his hair.] Let's get the hell outta here.

[za_rodina]

[The instant Netherlands' shoulders relax, Russia's do as well. He's not about to put away the dented metal pipe in his hand but that's normal for him. There's a flat second where he scans the nation in front of him for injuries, hyped up on adrenaline enough to focus, for now at least.]

I don't know how many are after me. [There's a rough sigh and he looks around, edges closer to the comfort of a familiar person. There's no time to waste, any moment now whatever was left of the guard forces could be after them.] The ship was that way, yeah?

[handelaar]

[Yeah, he's not worried about the pipe itself so much as how it's positioned. The pipe on its own? Normal. If it's up? That's cause for alarm. But, hey, the pipe isn't up, so whatever. And Russia looks wary, but none of it seems to be directed at him. He almost groans, but cuts it off just as it starts.]

Great. [Huff.] Yeah, it is. [While he doesn't drop his makeshift weapon, he hefts it over his shoulder in no great position to swing and trots a few steps forward, nodding toward the door - let's go.]

[za_rodina]

[No it's certainly not aimed at Ned, for all that Rus knows, he hadn't been taken or had his mind messed with and he's okay. So Rus trusts him, perhaps more in this moment than he ever will. So he trails after Ned, tries to keep from stumbling even as he thrums with adrenaline. It's a bit harder than it should be, but he manages it for now.

There's nothing to really say, though, and the trip back to the ship starts out nearly too quiet.]

[handelaar]

[Before he pushes the door out he stops, gives his head a shake to clear it, and glances back both to make sure Russia's okay and following, and that he's not about to get his head bashed in.

A long breath, a nod, and he's silently letting them out, glancing down the corridors and at the first hint of paranoia he dives into a doorway and jerks Rus along with him.]

[za_rodina]

[He's following alright, trusting in Netherlands to not get them killed even though neither of them are in top shape at the moment. So Russia takes a slow breath, lets his gaze sweep across the corridors and linger upon every door as if waiting for someone to burst through and attack them.

He doesn't take well to the first time Netherlands snags him and hides them in a doorway, then. Eyes blown wide, pupils dilating; he doesn't attack, but his fingers dig into Netherlands' arm and there's an aborted movement, as if it took him a second to realize Netherlands wasn't a danger.]

Don't do that [It's a hiss, words soft in case someone was out there.]

[handelaar]

[It's obvious just how out of it he is (because that's all it is, right) when he reacts to that not by retaliating, or even with an attempt to defend himself, but with a twitch of his jaw and a step to the side. He brings a hand up to swipe at his face and nods, sighing - which isn't a response to Russia. He's just trying to decompress for a second. Fuck, why couldn't he smoke.

While sorry is something he won't say (because he's not sorry for doing it even he's sorry that he freaked Russia out) he does look up and shoot a funny little look over, before glancing away.]

Might have to. [It comes out both quiet and snappish, though he leaves off the "so don't bash my head in, moron," that would normally follow.]

[za_rodina]

[There's a soft whine as Russia reaches up to rub the heel of his palm against his eyes, smearing blood into the ashen color of his hair. But he's okay, he's fine with that, really. So Russia just nods and draws a ragged breath, tries not to focus on the way his head beats and jumps with every pulse of his heart.

He's gone, too focused on the surroundings themselves to notice the little look Netherlands' blurred edged figure shoots him. It's not like he expects anything, anyway.]

Fine. [It's a worn tone, wearied eyes flitting over and catching the turn of jaw instead of an actual glance. He answers the unspoken addendum, however.] I'll try not to.

[handelaar]

[With that he looks over, sharp, his eyes paying attention even if the rest of him protests over it. Looks and looks, seconds turning into something close to a half-minute.]

Alright.

[It comes out thankful. He means it to come out that way. He keeps his gaze on Russia's, just to check.]

[za_rodina]

[Russia blinks slowly, almost sluggishly, as he notices that long stare and tilts his head. Definitely not too sure why Netherlands' is looking at him that sharply but when combined with the thankful tone--well, his shoulders relax, head dipping in a nod. But there's no need to speak and he doesn't, instead thumbs at the metal of the pipe in his hand and keeps his gaze locked with Netherlands' just to make sure he's gotten whatever conformation or whatever, he'd wanted.

Until it gets awkward that is, and he rips his gaze away to once more check their surroundings.]