( 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]

It should be.

( he has to hop a little bit to get a better look, but it doesn't seem too small for them... )

[overclocking]

Good, because I didn't think up a backup plan... [Actual worst spy Chrono.

He circles back around to the chair, peering up.]

Need a boost?

[velveteened]

( backup plans are for chumps, it's cool.

he glances down at chrono, remembering his strength from the first time they met and wondering if he's still got it here. )

Can you?

[overclocking]

We'll find out!

[Perhaps if he makes light of this, even to himself, it will slow some of the creeping horror.

It kind of works.

Either way, he cups his hands and holds them aloft to use as a step up. When Oz deposits his foot in them, he totters for a moment, still unused to to his altered strength—but manages to keep his hold.]

[velveteened]

( keeping it light works, and he breathes out a slight laugh in return.

because it's amusing, somewhat, just as amusing as the things b. rabbit would like to do given half a chance.

if the wobble alarms oz, he doesn't show it; instead reaches to pull himself into the passageway, venetian finery and all, though the gold broach clatters softly against the metal sides. )

[overclocking]

[Chrono hovers for a moment in case Oz loses his hold, and winces slightly at the sound of metal upon metal. They need to have a talk about appropriate stealth mission clothing, next time.

Too late now.

Makes a mental note to potentially rip the buttons off of Oz's coat while he waits for Oz to pull himself all the way into the grate. Once he's reasonably certain no Victorians are going to fall from the sky, he gingerly climbs the chair and offers his own hand up.]

NOT THE BUTTONS AHAH

[velveteened]

( if he ever goes to a formal event again, he'll be sure to keep an extra change of ninja clothes. assuming he ever finds out what a ninja is. details.

he clambers his way inside without much grace, so it's good that witnesses are not exactly a-plenty. once he's in, he'll turn and notice chrono's hand, then take it and pull.

...with his noodle arms, for whatever good that may actually do. )

[overclocking]

[Chrono's fingers cut divots into the fabric at Oz's wrists as he takes hold, pushes himself off the chair—

And then he has time to question things he's never thought about too hard before. Things like: how strong is a fifteen year old human boy? Particularly when he himself is not in a position to compensate? One who has apparently not done much heavy lifting in his lifetime?

There might be a dangerous moment of swaying in mid-air and wondering whether this is yet another thing he's going to end up regretting.]

1/2

[velveteened]

( THIS WAS NOT THE BEST PLAN )

somewhere the ue security camera dudes are having a good laugh

[velveteened]

( he doesn't let go or drop chrono or anything, but his sleeves most definitely gets pulled down, straining the fabric across his shoulders, and he

is mostly left with chrono suspended mid-air.

pulling backwards may not be possible without a little help over here. )

they're busting out the u tried image macros

[overclocking]

[Fortunately, Chrono has muscle memory, if not strength. He's scaled skyscrapers and demons the size of buildings.

Surely this is nothing. Surely.

What ensues is more like using Oz's offered arm as a climbing rope than a point of leverage, which might be mildly alarming for a moment before Chrono can get one of his hands over the lip of the grate. From there, the combination of his grip on Oz and his grip on the grate is enough to hoist himself up properly.

Mostly.

His legs still dangle out of the grate haphazardly.]

making so a demon and a kid walk into a bar jokes

[velveteened]

( it is a tiny bit alarming, but luckily not enough to make him jerk backwards or do anything equally catastrophic. he has to admire chrono's ability to make the best of their respective positions and current capabilities!

in the meantime he'll still be over here offering whatever leverage he can. )

[overclocking]

[Fortunately, he manages to lever himself into the vent proper with very minimal flailing, and only a little clamoring on top of Oz.

It's an empty-feeling victory.

Hissed quietly, as if there were any point maintaining an illusion of stealth;] This was a terrible idea!

[velveteened]

( he has the good grace not to point out that this was, in fact, chrono's idea. instead, he shakes out his arms slightly and moves backwards to give himself enough space to turn and face the direction in which they're looking to go. there's a slight clatter of cufflinks this time, but it doesn't seem to bother him. )

We've already got this far! ( up into the grate still in chrono's room. details. ) Come on, let's go.

[overclocking]

[Chrono reaches out and grabs one of Oz's coattails (what is this coat even made of, he wonders to himself as his fingers make contact), halting his progress.]

Wait! Your buttons...

[velveteened]

( he — pauses? )

What about them?

[overclocking]

[Points to Oz's cuffs, then taps the metal floor, gently, to illustrate.]

Why are you wearing a fancy coat into an air vent in the first place... [DO RICH PEOPLE DO LITERALLY EVERYTHING IN FANCY CLOTHING...]

[velveteened]

( klsjdflkds )

Wasn't it your idea to go into an air vent in the first place?

( okay, his good grace has its limits. )

[overclocking]

[SO YES, THEN.]

I didn't tell you to wear a frock coat into it!

[velveteened]

I didn't realize we had time for a change of clothes!

( or a change of clothes in the first place. or the five seconds it'd take to just maybe take off the coat but shhh. )

[overclocking]

[It's a difficult balance between demanding loudly and whispering urgently, but Chrono someone manages it.]

There's time now! Just take your coat off!

[velveteened]

Here?

( he doesn't mean to get demanding, but really! it's a new coat! that gil brought from venice! and this is a ue air vent! )

[overclocking]

I'll cover my eyes, I promise.

[So dry.]

[velveteened]

I'm sure it'll be fine!

[overclocking]

[RICH PEOPLE.

Adds 'appropriate ventilation shaft dress' to 'appropriate fire safety protocol' on the list of things to have a long conversation about with Oz Vessalius. As a footnote: smack Oz in the face if they get caught because of tacky gold accessories.]

Fine! Just be careful! And quiet! [HE SAYS QUITE LOUDLY.]