[log] Noisy Black Part Three - Mingle [closed]

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Characters: characters participating in the noisy black event
Location: An office building.
Date: Night 261 - Day 262
Summary: Conversion and exploration.
Warnings: body horror, body trauma, medical horror, psychological trauma, forced IVs/forced feeding, note specifics in subject lines please

Sinners
Converted
Exploration

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[headjacked]

Rules.

What are the rules? All of 'em?

[ Shiver, shiver, shiver. For effect. ]

[averytinyparticle]

Oh, y'know, just typical stuff...like you have to stay down here, and we can't let ourselves be distracted from our purpose to serve the Prophet. You don't need to worry too much about it right now, you already have a lot that you need to worry about. Once you've officially joined us, you'll be given all the information you need to follow the Prophet!

[I'm not at all making this up as I go.]

[headjacked]

[ Quiet. Considering. ]

Hey, hey. Quark? If people started hurting and murdering people in your name, h-how... would you feel?

[averytinyparticle]

I'd feel awful!

[The sentiment is nothing short of sincere. He looks down at his feet.]

Of course I would. Hurting people is terrible. I can't even imagine killing anyone.

[headjacked]

You would? Oh. Okay!

[ He has to cough, wheeze into his sleeve. ]

You're a Prophet now.

People are gonna get hurt and killed because... [ not OF you, that's not fair to her ] - they THINK that's what you want.

[averytinyparticle]

But...

[Quark stammers, frowning.]

No, no, you don't understand. We don't want to hurt anyone. This is to save you. I know it doesn't seem like it right now.

[headjacked]

That --

[ Hard swallow. So thirsty. ]

That's how they'd -- th- justify it, if it was you. But you'd HATE it.

[averytinyparticle]

I don't know...what you're saying. Everything's fine.

[But his voice wavers. There's a small pressure behind his eyes. Quark decides to try and change the subject.]

You sure sound thirsty. How would you like some water?

[headjacked]

[ Mmm, no. If Quark is close enough he's getting snatched up by the collar, using the very arm the Converted have so nicely granted him. He can't be overtly violent, nor does he WANT to -- startling the kid out of this is all he wants -- but. Malfunctioning arm.

He might have his face smashed against the bars. A little bit. ]

Prophet. Prophet. Prophet.

[averytinyparticle]

[Quark squawks as he gets held up against the bars. He definitely, definitely wasn't expecting this turn of events.]

Mister Rhys, stop! I'm not the Prophet, I'm just a follower!

[He'll start pushing away from him right away, frantic.]

[headjacked]

YOU -- [ COUGH. COUGH -- ] - don't get to pick that, WE do. But! It's for you! For YOU!

[ That's all he has in him, both in physical ability and will; he lets Quark go and goes limp, though not before seemingly trying to shove his head between the bars.

Poor kid. That was cruel.

That's the only weapon they have left, though. ]

...it that scared you, con... grats, you probably just felt a tenth of what she feels.