( 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 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.]

[velveteened]

( yOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH CHRONO THOSE GOLD ACCESSORIES ARE WORTH MORE THAN YOU ARE )

I will! You should too! ( HE SAYS MORE QUIETLY )

[overclocking]

Fine! Good! Let's go! [Whispered this time, defiantly and huffily.

... He would stomp off to punctuate that if he weren't trapped behind Oz in an air vent.]

[velveteened]

( WELL THAT'S FINE HE CAN TURN AND TRY TO QUIETLY START MOVING IN....

LUCKILY CURRENTLY THE ONLY DIRECTION THERE IS TO GO. until they inevitably hit an air vent crossway. )

[overclocking]

[This, at least, Chrono's actually bothered to consider beyond a perfunctory, half-formed idea.]

Go left. I think.

[At least, he recalls multiple personnel-only doors branching in that direction, which implies the off-limits part of the compound sprawls that way. As long as they go far enough and find a good place to exit, surely...]

[velveteened]

Okay.

( and going left, which seems as rational as anything else. besides, chrono would know better than he does, at least have a sense of the building's layout even if he hasn't had any previous air vent adventures here.

clink! goes a few of his buttons. or maybe it's the cufflinks. )

[overclocking]

[From behind Oz, unseen, an eyebrow twitches dangerously. Intervention is required.

After a moment of hesitation, Chrono pauses mid-crawl, feigning the tail of his braid caught in a metal seam. To be fair, it may only be a partial feint.] Ack- wait!

Could you lend me a hand?

[velveteened]

What is it?

( he pauses, looking backwards and seeing the problem. )

Oh, of course — 

( and carefully moves backwards so he can reach out both hands towards his braid... )

[overclocking]

[Chrono's expression shifts into a stunning display of fictional gratitude as Oz reaches forward and

Then

Snatches those wrists before Oz can withdraw them or free the braid. Just as deftly—with the finesse of someone who arms complicated holy grenades in seconds—he rips the gold accents off Oz's decorative sleeves. (Ignores a feral tug of satisfaction that he's still strong enough to break thread, if nothing else.)

When he shifts back, his braid flops over his shoulder with a conspicuous freedom of movement.]

Thanks!

[velveteened]

( there is, easy to miss, the briefest of startled jerks backwards when chrono grabs him (which surprises even him, but it's hardly been any time at all since the party still, bruises still fresh and smarting); but then he sees the real intent of all this and his expression slips into startled outrage.

HE'S BEEN HAD!!! )

What?

( not quiet at all. )

[overclocking]

[fjklsh COVERS OZ'S MOUTH (too little, too late)]

Shhhhh! We're on a stealth mission! [Hissed quietly, but does it really even matter anymore.]

[velveteened]

( not really, with the echo of oz's voice reverberating around them tauntingly.

(as if that's the first way they've compromised the stealth aspect of this mission)

thoroughly appalled, he pulls at chrono's hands and hisses back )

This was a new coat!

( not that it matters especially much even to him, given the circumstances, but it's hard to not be offended when he was tricked into having his cufflinks ripped out. but — fine, he stops to pull at the buttons going down his front, shucking off the coat after a moment and turning back to that left tunnel they'd chosen. there are more grates starting to come up, filtering light — and sound, voices — upwards now. )

[overclocking]

[He pockets the cufflinks, looking not nearly as cowed as he probably should. He mutters something about how easy it will be to fix before sighing and following after.

(It's not like Oz can't just buy another one with his apparent mountains of money!!!)

Some of his attention shifts back to the matter at hand as they begin passing grates, and he pauses to press his ear to one, briefly. He pulls back, frowning over at Oz.]

Can you hear what they're saying?

[velveteened]

( his mountains of money IN ANOTHER WORLD, chrono!!! but he pauses at the grates as well, mirroring chrono's action with a frown of his own. there are multiple voices filtering up, unfamiliar, and with that deeply unnerving (blank) quality he's starting to associate with the brainwashed people of the united earth. (enough for pity despite everything.) he leans down as far as he can, crosslinks of the grate cold and pressed hard against his ear, but lifts his head to shake it after a moment. )

It's muffled.