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exsiliumlogs2013-09-17 09:22 pm
imperfect) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-09-17 09:22 pm
welp (open as open can be)
Date & Time: The evening of the 17th September, up until the actual rescue on the 19th
Location: Various bits of the UE compound
Characters: Anyone who may have gone along with Ed Elric's early bird rescue attempt, anyone in the compound who wants to run into them
Summary: A mingle log, so tag in and around or take this as a sign to horn in on the original kidnappee log as you please o/
Warnings: I'll edit as they come up.
[From one point of view, the most insulting part of this failure is that it wasn't even spectacular. Sure, the alarms went off, maybe stirring up a little confusion among whoever overheard them - who would have thought you could build machines to detect powers nobody was using at the time? Technology in this day and age is weird - but they didn't last long. Neither did the struggle between the trained guards on patrol and a few misfits worn out from two days of constant travel who were only attempting recon for the real break-in, heated as it was.
The facility workers' debate over what to do with the new arrivals was another story, but even they couldn't fret about proper protocol forever, and now here you are: probably tired, probably aching for one reason or another, possibly even a little worse off, but without a doubt booted unceremoniously into the communal lounge with nothing but the gown on your back and left to your own devices. You might wonder what's going to happen to you - or, if the UE employees thought you seemed inconveniently lively in either the initial brawl or the first round of testing, when all the cotton wool temporarily filling your universe is going to go away - but the only answer you'll get at first is the steady thrum of the bright, sterile lights overhead.
So, what now?]
Location: Various bits of the UE compound
Characters: Anyone who may have gone along with Ed Elric's early bird rescue attempt, anyone in the compound who wants to run into them
Summary: A mingle log, so tag in and around or take this as a sign to horn in on the original kidnappee log as you please o/
Warnings: I'll edit as they come up.
[From one point of view, the most insulting part of this failure is that it wasn't even spectacular. Sure, the alarms went off, maybe stirring up a little confusion among whoever overheard them - who would have thought you could build machines to detect powers nobody was using at the time? Technology in this day and age is weird - but they didn't last long. Neither did the struggle between the trained guards on patrol and a few misfits worn out from two days of constant travel who were only attempting recon for the real break-in, heated as it was.
The facility workers' debate over what to do with the new arrivals was another story, but even they couldn't fret about proper protocol forever, and now here you are: probably tired, probably aching for one reason or another, possibly even a little worse off, but without a doubt booted unceremoniously into the communal lounge with nothing but the gown on your back and left to your own devices. You might wonder what's going to happen to you - or, if the UE employees thought you seemed inconveniently lively in either the initial brawl or the first round of testing, when all the cotton wool temporarily filling your universe is going to go away - but the only answer you'll get at first is the steady thrum of the bright, sterile lights overhead.
So, what now?]
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( He recognizes her as well, though he doesn't appear to register her, ah, request. Codpiece is in fact attempting to jimmy the lock open. )
I trust your feline companion does service to your domicile. If it is not too terribly forward of me to ask -- ( His tail quivers along the length of his back, twitching with outrage ) -- might you assist me in the unlatching of this inhospitable prison?
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At least they hadn't cut her hair.] Yeah, I'll get you out. [...She scowls.] If you stop all that yelling. It's annoying.
[She won't need her pin after all. The latch is easy to open when you have opposable thumbs and all, and the little door to the cage opens without her having to force it.]
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( Of tone. He does believe himself; he didn't think he was yelling at all, if he had been, ah, enunciating rather precisely. Nonetheless, his volume drops as he goes still, watching Kyouko and the door. Once it opens, he is a blur of movement, bursting out and clinging to the outside and pulling himself up on top.
No reason to give up the high ground before he must. )
Where do these fiends hold all of us who might call yonder island home, however short the time spent there?