Event: Consolidation Theory, Part One and Two

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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

[jmencalisse]

A.

[There is just an explosion of angry québecois swearing, only interrupted by David's surprisingly persistent and untiring attempts to break through the force field, kicking, punching, tackling.

There's a lot of names for the voice on the radio, too, and none are particularly sfw.]

This is bullshit, this fucking bullshit town, I'm going to fix your fucking FACE...!

[Yeah, he will probably... keep this up for a while.]

Hey! Who is the asshole on the radio?



B.

[So he calms down eventually.

Which means he's only kicking the force field from time to time. But he'll also try something else because hey, energy is electricity, right?

He's gonna go and scoop up hands full of water from the bathroom and flicking them at different parts of the barrier.]

Come on, you son of a bitch...

A (cw: mentions of amputation, lobotomy)

[jumpthegun]

Robert Miller.

[John's voice is, perhaps, eerily calm, to people not used to dealing with him in a crisis situation.]

It's David, right? [He recognizes the accent.] Mr. Miller works for Eve, the Administrator. I know it's difficult and sounds ridiculous, but you're going to want to calm down, David. Yelling at him isn't going to work. We've dealt with him before, and it doesn't move him. He'll likely come back and tell us what they'll be doing to use in a little while.

Until then, can you find any sort of gaps in your cage? Have you felt along all the edges, checked the floor? We'll want to keep busy, gather as much information while we're physically able to.

[Because John's memories of something like this are hazy, from an alternate future, but he remembers flashes. His arms and legs replaced by prosthetics, a rod through Sherlock's head.]

[jmencalisse]

[David's first impulse is to tell the calm controlled Anglo voice where to shove it but then the calm controlled Anglo voice knows his name and that at least makes him pause long enough to listen to the rest of John's explanations.]

I'm not trying to move his fucking heart, I'm informing him what is going to happen to it when we get out of here.

[It's also making him feel better in his general state of impotent rage, so.]

And who the hell are you? I know your voice.

[He's pretty sure he's come across it before but he's not paying that much attention to people he doesn't actively talk to.]

[jumpthegun]

John Watson, sir. [He has to bite his tongue to stop from offering his rank and company. This place with the people screaming and the intense emotion is taking him back to Afghanistan.] Threatening him won't have any effect, and he's unfortunately out of reach for the foreseeable future. Like I said, I know it sounds ridiculous, but yelling and shouting isn't going to actually help us or change anything.

[jmencalisse]

['Sir'? His eyebrows shoot up, what is this, are you mocking him?]

Well, nice to meet you John Watsonsir.

[He kicks the barrier once again but at least he stopped yelling?]

Right. I saw you on the network. You told people not to talk.

[jumpthegun]

[John's going to ignore the attitude for the time being. It's unproductive. John doesn't want to encourage it by sniping back.]

Some people listened... a lot of them didn't. Did you have anything taken from you? Or is it only the lines for you, not the red eyes?

[jmencalisse]

[Unproductive is David's middle name (or maybe it's attitude. or maybe asshole.) but this is a fucked up situation and something in Watson's straight-to-the-point questions helps him to swing over a little more into cop mode now. He props his arm up against the barrier, trying to catch a glimpse of John.]

I did not talk to the book guy but I have the red eyes. What do you mean, taken?

B

[bywolves]

What... are you doing.

[ Royce sounds thoroughly confused by this water throwing thing. He's not super experienced with electronics in general, and the tablets are pretty waterproof, so he has no frame of reference for this. Right now it just looks like this guy has lost his mind.

He's only just barely visible on the end of the row, watching David - he vaguely remembers this guy, he thinks. ]

[jmencalisse]

[The water splashes back at him and wow, this is just fucking great. David flicks his hands, thoroughly disgruntled, and at first his temper flares up when Royce addresses him.]

What does it look like, huh!? I am trying to [what is the word] make a short circuit. Interrupt the electricity.

[bywolves]

Yes, because all of us are so well-acquainted with electricity and how it works. [ You... ageist. Or something. ] It doesn't look like it's working. At all.

[jmencalisse]

How do you not know how electricity works?

[David has no fucking clue how electricity works.]

That is because it is not. Worth a try, though.

[bywolves]

Because it does not exist where I come from, and barely exists here. [ Royce scowls. ]

And what ingenious plan do you have in store next?

[jmencalisse]

Hey, at least I'm trying something!

What have YOU done so far, huh?

B

[devoutish]

[Ooh, this is interesting. It's a good idea, too; it's just a shame that it doesn't seem to be working. Alfie's a few cells away from him and doesn't have the best angle in terms of visibility, but he scoots up close to his own barrier, trying to peer into David's cell.]

Any luck, Frenchie?

[jmencalisse]

[David bristles at 'Frenchie' but eh, he's been called worse. He'll let it slide for now.]

No, this does nothing. [Which means he is going to kick at the barrier again in utter frustration.]

I hate this sci-fi bullshit!

[devoutish]

Save your energy.

[Alfie suggests from his spot on the floor.]

You don't know what they're gonna have us do.

[jmencalisse]

And you do?

What, you're gonna fucking meditate on it?

[devoutish]

I don't, but I've got more of an idea than you. I'm gonna sit here and conserve my fucking energy.

[Though granted, he likely has far less energy than David does. These days, t's not hard to have more energy than Alfie.]

[jmencalisse]

Is that actually gonna help?

[Because somehow he's got a feeling this is gonna fucking suck no matter what.]

[motherserpent]

Yeah! You fucking tell that fucker!

[She doesn't know where she is or who this guy is, but anger is a welcome break from the outright fear she's hearing from so many others around them. For the moment, Tess does not realize that she's slipped into perfect québecois. She doesn't speak French, after all. Not that she knows of.]

[jmencalisse]

[There is a sudden pause because what?! The French proficiency in this town is surprisingly high and he really appreciates that but this here is different, this is-- home and it does not lose its effect on him.

The swearing is just a bonus.

He moves close to the barrier, trying to look out and down the hallway and where the voice is coming from.]

Oh, you better fucking believe it. Son of a bitch has no idea what's coming to him. [David, you just spelled it out for him.] Who are you?

[motherserpent]

[Hey David it's that crazy chick who was out for blood and she's just a cell or two down, just barely in sight.]

I'm pissed off, that's who I am! Who are you?

[jmencalisse]

Me? I'm intrigued!

[He leans back, craning his neck, trying to find a better angle to catch a glimpse of her.]

Should have told me you're Québecoise, I would have totally spilled some Anglo blood for you!

[motherserpent]

[Did everyone see that creepy-ass video? She's still grappling with what to make of it, and people keep bringing it up. That thought gets shunted aside, though.]

What do you mean, Québecoise? I thought Canadians were supposed to be nice.

[jmencalisse]

[Okay, now he's confused.]

You. You're from Québec, are you not? You do not have an accent.