( closed to the kidnapped ) The Princess Peach Collective

[initiates]

Date & Time: August 31st - September 18th
Location: United Earth Holding Compound
Characters: Any and all characters kidnapped during the interim.
Summary: So you were walking around, minding your own business... and then you were in the UE. Welcome, friends! Please enjoy your stay. Try the coffee! It's fantastic! Better avoid the bread pudding, though... (Official Kidnappee Handbook is here!)
Warnings: Kidnapping/Normal gambit of medical tests/shots/reflex tests/bloodwork/etc. Please notify the mods if anything gets into explicit or upsetting territory.

Notes: Player created United Earth NPCs welcome to guest star. If you have questions regarding these, please ask the moderators. Remember, this is not a torture chamber. This is a scientific facility with military aptitude, and seeks to contain, not injure, its projects. (You are a project!)

Please start your threads with a date or timeframe in the subject line to indicate who may tag in, depending on their arrival!
Welcome to the United Earth Holding Compound. There may be an official name, but the workers never say: they all have their own names for it, and "home" is never one of them. Still, as you're left to wander the halls connecting your individual containment areas to the cafeteria of spartan design, and many automated food producers (along with an endless supply of green jello and fruit), you may begin to wonder what exactly this place is. Why would the United Earth have a sense of design?

(Because of scientists, someone might whisper, though you'll never figure out who.)

Mystery unanswered, it'll be apparent they do. Even the lounge area you have access to looks out upon an expanse of green -- one that you are allowed into, if the surrounding U of military buildings, with much less architectural flair, will steadily drive you back out if you're seen near them.

Make no mistake: your accommodations are minimal at best, laughably slapped together at the last minute at worst. Your showering and bathroom facilities are uni-sex, so the more modest amongst you may wish to figure out a schedule for guys and gals. Towels, sheets, and plenty of nice hospital gowns will be on offer; characters so interested may attempt to find the laundry facilities.

All the labs are state of the art, and the computers and such used by the United Earth far beyond what the Initiative has ever provided. The biggest downside for the Transports being held is the lack of ready entertainment. A few board games have been left in the common area, and a few decks of cards, but that's all.

Not even an e-book to read.

Have fun, Kidnapped Transports, and try not to play "spot all the security measures and all the air ducts" too too often, will you?

Comments

[velveteened]

( he thinks it must be both, and it's rejected for precisely that reasoning; neither thing was kano's fault at all, even a little.

instead, he pursues something else. )

"Whatever you are, it doesn't matter."

You said that to me. ( smiles, sideways. ) I still believe in that.

( in the kindness of kano's to say it, and in the truth of it for kano too, whatever he may call himself. )

[duplicitoussight]

[What he'd been afraid of all along wasn't the anger or the hurt or the wariness that was bound to follow. Kano understood. What he said wasn't entirely of his will, yet some of those spiteful words had been dredged up from dark parts he tried to paint over.

What he'd been afraid of was the fixing, the mending, the inevitable moment when he'd look at their faces and see welcome even as they hurt. For someone like Oz, it probably wouldn't stick. Seto was too forgiving. But everyone else-- for hurting them with the very tools he tried to protect them with--

That pain would still be associated with his face.

(It's fine for a monster, right? But he's been trying to put that mask down. For Shuuya, it's...)]

So that's how it is.

[It won't be forgotten all at once. And he isn't sure how to begin trying. But somehow, he'll pull all those things he broke together again.]

Oz really is a kind person, huh?

[velveteened]

( that makes him laugh. )

That's not it at all.

( he looks up, makes to say something, and then pauses, looking at the opposite wall. it's hard to tell in the dark, but... )( and moves towards it to confirm. )

[duplicitoussight]

[Kano, about to ask if he'd like anything to move on the topic, stops when he notices Oz staring and follows his gaze.]

... ah, did you see something?

WOW WHAT DID MY HTML DO

[velveteened]

It might just be me...

( he stops just short of the wall and gives it a look, before turning back around. may be too much to hope but )

...but wasn't the color different, before?

go home html youre drunk

[duplicitoussight]

[... ah. Kano approaches the wall, too, running a hand over its surface.]

--I don't have anything on me, just so you know.

[velveteened]

( turns to face him, mind fairly humming with thoughts of how the ue doesn't seem especially interested in cosmetic changes, how the initiative is definitely doing something, how they operate by changing things in the past first and it's hard to say but maybe — )

What?

[duplicitoussight]

To make sure that it really did change, of course. [If the Initiative's trying to bring them back by changing the past, then there's still some hope for their escape. Kano glances around. The cafeteria only has utensils, but maybe that can work.]

Don't you know, don't you know? It's always good to leave a mark that you can refer to later when you're wandering in an unknown area.

[velveteened]

I didn't know.

( but it's a good idea, has him looking back at the utensils as well. )

That makes me wish I'd brought a pen...

( but he turns and heads there, giving the — blunt, but they don't really need anything too sharp — utensils a look-over to decide which would work best. )

[duplicitoussight]

[He gives a light laugh at that.]

It's a good thing that Oz doesn't camp, then. [He's found himself a fork and knife, which he's testing by pressing against his finger. None of the utensils are too sharp-- wouldn't be good to give the lab rats a weapon after all-- but they'll do decently.]

... I wonder, though, if we'll be the same when they come pick us up.

[velveteened]

I've never been camping.

( said equally lightly and with a touch of curiousness, and in a different circumstance he would've asked kano more about it. he watches the other boy inspect the utensils, trusting him to know what he's doing. but that question —

it makes him wonder if kano means because of the meddling with the past, or because of the ue doing something to them all before anyone can come for them. )

Of course! The missions have never changed us before, you know.

[duplicitoussight]

[It's probably nothing to fret over in the end, just a pessimistic 'what if' that'll amount to nothing. If the UE wanted to do something worse to them, they probably accomplished it already with the food they served them, the tests they ran. He digs the knife over and over again into the wall, deepening a mark meant to disappear. When his sleeve slips down, revealing some small scars, he tugs it back up.]

Oz is right, right as always. Don't mind what I'm saying.

[velveteened]

( he's thought about it, concluded that the ue would only do so much while they still have their information to gather. it's when they get what they're looking for that everyone will have to worry; he's not forgotten what happened to that transport in may, the one who died and didn't come back. )

— what happened?

[duplicitoussight]

[Kano lowers the knife, running a hand over the mark. It'll be visible enough to anyone who knows what they're looking for.]

Eh? 'What happened?' I don't think I understand the question.

[velveteened]

( he might've let that go in another circumstance, but not now )

To your arm.

[duplicitoussight]

Those? I got into a lot of trouble as a kid.

[The lie (it's not completely a lie) leaves easily. But he pulls at the sleeve anyway to make sure it's covered. It's one of the things he can't stand about living here. His eyes aren't here to give him cover.] I fell down the stairs once or twice.

[velveteened]

( he'd been afraid it was something more recent, something more along the lines of the last few weeks — though if he'd stopped to think for a moment he might've noticed that they hadn't looked as new as all that. the explanation is one he'd trust about as well as one of his own, but bad memories aren't exactly the sort of thing he'd want to bring up in a place that's quickly becoming one. )

Is that so? You should be more careful.

[duplicitoussight]

[He laughs, managing a sheepish look as he sets the knife down on a table. He knows it's a terrible one--good going, you're losing your touch--but he hasn't had to explain them away in a long, long time.]

You know how I am. I'm kinda a clumsy person!

Anyway, anyway... [Tilting his head to the wall.] If that's gone, we'll be rescued soon for sure, most definitely.

[velveteened]

We will anyway, ( he corrects firmly. ) But that way we'll be able to mark any more missions in time. It's a good idea, Kano.

[duplicitoussight]

[Jokingly:] It's no surprise, really. I'm a genius when it come to good ideas.