Event: Consolidation Theory, Part One and Two

[snowblindmods]

Characters: red-marked characters
Location: ???
Date: Morning & Day 353
Summary: You wake up in a cell.
Warnings: general horror warnings; please note in subject lines for anything specific that comes up

Consolidation Theory OOC Post
Part Two OOC Post

Comments

[zunesareawesome]

A.

Aw, hell, no.

[Peter wakes up in confusion, but as reality settles and he realizes that A. he's not dreaming and someone actually has locked him up and B. someone's changed his clothes!? Without him noticing!?, there's a cold, abject fear settling in his gut that whatever this is, whatever this is for, is Not Going To Be a Good Thing.

At least he doesn't have his crimes labeled on his pant leg? They could at least get something that fit, though. He tugs at the sleeve, his arms are fit to bursting.

They look great, though.

So he does what comes naturally to any person when faced with being randomly kidnapped and thrown into what actually looks nicer than the space jail he's been to.]

Hey a-holes! I need to speak to your manager!

B.

[So he doesn't have his Zune and that's just terrible? As the hours go on, being stuck in here is just getting freakier and freakier. And so boooooooring. And terrifying. But boring.

What's taking so long?

He can't stand the anticipation, as he paces back and forth endlessly, noisily. He can't sleep, his thoughts are going a mile a minute, and his pacing takes on a more frantic tone.

Step-stomp-step-stomp-step-stomp-step.

Hey, it's a beat?

He starts drumming on the wall and basically beatboxing.

Sorry if you were trying to sleep.]

B

[bywolves]

[ Like he's finally losing his patience, Royce's sharp and hoarse voice snaps out: ] Stop it.

[ Royce can't see Peter from where he's at, but he can hear him, and after a few minutes of listening to this he's about to knock the barrier down through sheer force of will so that he can strangle the beatboxer. ]

[zunesareawesome]

MAKE ME!

[The drumming and beat-boxing gets louder.]

[bywolves]

[ PETER GOD DAMMIT ]

I will find a way to get out of this cell specifically to slit your throat, you noisy, out-of-tune waste of space.

[ It's halfhearted. He's too scared to murder right now. ]

[zunesareawesome]

Out-of-tune?

[Because that's what he's most insulted by here.]

I am never out of tune.

[And then he strikes up a loud rendition of a slightly-off key Southern Nights. And look, if he succeeds in making him mad enough that he can actually break out and in return break him out, that's a win, right? Presumably avoiding slit throats.]

Southern nights
Have you EVER felt a southern night?
Free as a BREEZE
NOT to mention the TREES--

[bywolves]

[ Peter will hear Royce kicking his barrier in frustration. ]

Ugh. You are the worst thing that could've happened. [ Royce grumbles loudly, covering his ears. ] I hope you know how long I can hold a grudge.

B

[fiftheclipse]

[There's three ways to deal with that kind of commotion. Complain, ignore it, or...]

Hey, why don't you see if you can do one people know? Maybe you can get that guy who was singing to start up again.

[They need to pass the time somehow]

[zunesareawesome]

Oh, hey, that's a great idea!

Got any requests? They took my Zune, though so...yeah. That sucks. [There's a growl of frustration, of an intolerable anger behind it.]

[fiftheclipse]

Not really. I guess you could stick to the same band, if you want something easy. Don't they have a song that doesn't even have music?

[He'd demonstrate-- because who wouldn't recognize the beat to We Will Rock You?-- but that's a little more enthusiasm than he's willing to show with everyone around.]

But you're the DJ. Why don't you pick?

[zunesareawesome]

Yeah, but we could really get like, an acapella orchestra going if we really wanted to.

Okay then, let's do Stayin' Alive! It's thematically appropriate.

[fiftheclipse]

[It's also going to be an absolute mess of noise.]

Yeah, go for it.

B

[howdull]

[Sherlock is doing his utmost to concentrate and think, which is being spoiled by the idiotic rhythmic thumping of a moron. He endures it for all of a whole minute before he snaps out.]

Will you shut up?!

[zunesareawesome]

Bite me!

[He starts drumming louder.]

[howdull]

Unlike you, my efforts might actually help our situation.

[Why must he always have to be around TOTAL IDIOTS?]

So if you want to stand a chance of escaping without severe injury, then I suggest you listen to me and be quiet.

[zunesareawesome]

[He thinks about this seriously for a second.]

If you were so smart, you woulda thought of a way out already. Sooooo...

[He bangs on the walls e v e n L O U D E R, and starts humming.]

[howdull]

[Perhaps this is actually the town's torture, putting him in here with this incessant noise.]

Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!!!

a.

[darkincrement]

Don't think management cares. Or can even see what's happening here.

[ Good ol' Eve. Always blind to the important things. ]

Are you going to start crying?

[zunesareawesome]

Well, that sucks.

And no! Why would I start crying!?

[darkincrement]

Says a lot about the kind of power Miller holds.

[ It makes it...interesting. He does wonder how Eve will take the news. ]

You're always crying or trying to prove something.

[zunesareawesome]

...you're right, it does. But if he's the great and powerful Oz, then how come he doesn't help us the other times the Admin decides to make our lives more interesting?

...I am not!

[darkincrement]

[ Wow. Too bad he doesn't get his references. ]

Because he doesn't care about us. We're just one session out of hundreds.

[ Does that help? ]

Oh?

[ Going to try to prove him wrong? ]

B-ish

[alivingweapon]

When Gamora wakes up, clothing changed, possessions gone, in a cell, her first instinct is to remain silent and still, catalogue her new situation. Her clothing is softer now, but not warmer. Which is all right, because the room is also warmer. In the snow, with the way she's been deteriorating, she would have hours, maybe only minutes. So, for the moment, the cell isn't the worst thing. It's a not-entirely-logical line of thought, but it helps.

Peter's approach is... different. It doesn't take her long to pinpoint his voice, very definitely just on the other side of one of her walls. she copes by embracing the silence, he copes by filling it. His conversation with Stephen is almost enough to get her to chime in, but what help could she offer? Nothing more than Peter is already doing, and she has no answers, and they might both still be upset with her for leaving, and for leaving again. She just... she can't.

It isn't until Peter has run out of words, when he's literally resorting to any random noise to keep from going insane, that she reaches up and raps her knuckles sharply against the wall between them. "Peter?"

[zunesareawesome]

Peter stops his incessant tapping and stomping and noisemaking when he hears her voice.

The world stops and even though he knows the likelihood of her being here was super high, hearing her voice, in here brings all his attempts at not dealing crashing quite quickly and horribly down.

"Gamora."

Whatever was going to happen to himself in this creepy place, it was going to happen to her too and he can't think about it, he can't think about it because if he does he really might lose it completely.

So he does what he does best.

"Nice place you got here. Great view, too. Really brings back memories."

[alivingweapon]

She flinches at the shift in his breathing, the incredibly subtle record skip that happens the moment the realization hits him. That she's here, that she's going to suffer. Would have been nice to spare him that. Just... the tapping, the stomping, the dumb mouth noises. She knows the only way to hold on to her composure is to get a little bit of sleep and to be able to calm her own mind. She can't do that when he's kicking up a racket. Better to address it before she cracks.

"At least it's not yellow this time. I look horrible in yellow."

[zunesareawesome]

"Who even looks good in yellow? It was a terrible yellow." It was easier to talk about things that didn't matter right now. That maybe if he kept talking nothing bad would happen. That he didn't have to think about the inevitable Bad Thing that awaited them in these cells.

"Yeah, I think I could make this work." He tugs at his jumpsuit. "A little tight, but it really fits that whole dystopian future vibe, y'know?"