Ceasefire - The Way Out

[mockmods]

[And then you wake up.]

[The room is dimly lit and made of pitted, industrial metals. You sit up abruptly on- some sort of padded table or cart? There’s a caged structure of metal piping surrounding you like a low barrier, but it’s open on top. You might similarly have a moment of panic about the straps holding you down or the electrodes on your head, but they’re just velcro and lightly tacked on, respectively, and in no significant way prevent you from sitting bolt upright and getting onto your feet. A series of twenty one such tables ring the room at even intervals. All but one has an occupant.]

[However long it takes you to notice, there a twenty of you again. Patches, the Trusty, and Yaiba, the Legendary Bassist, are back among your number. Penny, unfortunately, seems to be missing. Whatever you were wearing to the trial, or at the time of your death, you are back in the clothing you wore when you initially arrived. If anyone checks, CAREFULLY PLEASE, they will find that any powers they may have been missing are back.]

[The room is lit well enough, and there are computer banks and monitors around all the walls, which look to have been monitoring your vitals until just this second. Wires and tubes lead from each table to the center of the room, where a low pool is filled with a thick, milky-looking liquid that looks incredibly disinviting to touch.]

[A door rests on each side of the room, a glowing hand-sized pad beside each.]

[Welcome back, Participants.]

[Now, what do you do?]

((One clarification - any active powers that require some kind of power source or connection from your home worlds will either be not active or severely weakened.))

Comments

[scratchitti]

... please don't tell me we're going to have to fry you too.

[He's still a little shaken up okay]

[maxout]

Wouldn't take much.

[electro please]

[mockmods]

I can only imagine it would be cathartic for you, but it would hardly make a difference at this point.

[maxout]

That's not much of a reason not to!

[oh my god can you chill for five seconds]

[mockmods]

Willing to vent your anger at the cost of getting any answers?





Shocking.

[maxout]

Did you really just...

[Now he just wants to blow something up even more.]

[mockmods]

Given your arachnid nemesis, I hardly believe that's the worst you've heard, Electro.

Don't blow a fuse.

[maxout]

It's far from the best I've heard either.

Why don't you talk to us face to face and I'll show you what it looks like when I blow a fuse.

[mockmods]

I've lived a long, long time, and I haven't done so by letting myself be goaded into pointless confrontations.

[maxout]

Everything about this is seeming pretty pointless from my end!

[mockmods]

That's perfectly fine.

Even the ""Researcher"" didn't actually comprehend my plans, and he really did have almost all the gathered knowledge of this universe. Brain the size of a planet, blah blah blah.

[maxout]

Then why don't you try explaining them?

[mockmods]

Isn't the monologuing your job?

[maxout]

...Actually, I think that's Doctor Octavius' job.

[I mean. Honestly. If he were here he'd probably have one ready.]

[deathroadtocanada]

[A quiet snort.]

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