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

[thisass]

I'll thank you never to use the word "Gangers" again, but uh... definition of insanity, you know? What exactly are you hoping to gain?

[mockmods]

My goals are highly personal, thank you. Though infinitely more concrete than Hodgepodge's ridiculously vague attempts at self-improvement.

[thisass]

Ooh, cryptic vagueries. My favorite. I suppose something, something, "no way to stop you anyway," something? That's how it goes in the comic books, right?

[ She sighs. ]

Are they going to be kept alive in a second room, too?

[mockmods]

Well, I should hardly stop the cryptic vagueries now, should I?

[thisass]

This is why no one likes talking computers.

[mockmods]

That's so sad. I'll queue up Despacito.

[thisass]

[ im so deeply sad she predates this meme.....





alexa play mister brightside ]

At any rate, you haven't exactly left us with much in the way of reasons to not oppose that plan.