Welcome, Participants

[mockmods]

Good morning, Participants. The time is now 7:30 AM.

[Where were you before this? Doesn’t matter, you’re here now, in an unfamiliar bed, surrounded by unfamiliar people, with a slightly-too-cheerful automated voiced chiming over a PA system to wake you up. Your pockets are empty, save for an unfamiliar smartphone type of device that comes alive under your touch, displaying, among other things, a map, a series of profiles, and a list of rules.]

It is understood that you may have questions; please be patient, and gather back in the Common Room in one hour. The Assistant will be present at this time to answer your questions. In the meantime, please feel free to explore the Facility at your leisure.

[The doors to the dorm areas are freely open from the inside, though you’ll find that it takes your electronic id to regain entry once you’ve left. Otherwise, it’s as the voice says, and you’ve got an hour to explore your new surroundings and get to know your fellow kidnappees.]

[Welcome to the Facility.]

Comments

[maxout]

[Yeah, this sure isn't where he was last. Considering where that had been, he isn't exactly gonna complain about not being there, but that doesn't mean he has to like this place either.

Electro is off the bed the second he's conscious enough and looks up, listening to the PA system. So to anyone in Dorm A2, here's uh... here's this guy in a weird suit? He just about looks like a walking generator with those wires, what's his deal.]

Patient? You kidnap me, drag me off to who knows where and you're expecting patience?!

[The electricity running through the wires of his suit flashes for a bit, but that's about all that happens. Yelling at the ceiling probably isn't doing much, but listen? He's mad and people are damn well gonna know about it.

Later, in the hallway, Electro is looking through the profiles. He's skimming most people's, but when he gets to his own he freezes up. And about .2 seconds later, his electronic ID is flying through the air. Heading for, uh.

You.

Heads up.

At... At least by the time he's sitting in the common room, Electro seems calmer? Well, he still seems mad... maybe? You can only really see his eyes with the suit and only just barely, so it's legitimately hard to tell. But in any case, he's not at the stage of yelling or throwing things anymore.

Quietly seething is more where we're at now. Approach at your own risk.]

Dorm A2

[thisass]

Bit of a dick move on their part, isn't it?

[ this is the appropriate level of concern to respond to the angry lighting man with, for sure ]

[maxout]

[He spins around to look at Chloe, but with nowhere to really direct his anger, he ends up just crossing his arms.]

That's putting it lightly.

I'd like to know who the hell they think they are! And who the hell are you, for that matter?

[thisass]

Chloe Frazer, far as I know.

[ she looks around the room ]

And I imagine they think that they're an awful lot better than us, whoever they are.

[maxout]

Their mistake.

[You know what? That's fine. He'll just show them personally what a bad idea this all was, the second he can.]

So you don't know anything either.

[thisass]

I know a lot of things, but not more than you about this place in particular, unless you're an excellent actor.

[maxout]

[The fact that she's in the dark makes him calm down that extra bit more, so he's down to manageable levels of surly, for now.]

...Acting's never been my strong suit. Pretty sure I haven't gotten better at it with time.

[thisass]

You're coming at it with something of a handicap right now, in fairness. But fair enough. We're both trapped here, and it's unpleasant.

[maxout]

Yeah, I don't think anyone's gonna ask me to run Shakespeare.

[Unless they're running an all villain production.]

No kidding. I'm just about done with being stuck in one place or another... Guess we'll just have to look for a way out.

[thisass]

I don't do well with confinement either, so I'm right there with you. There's always a way out of places like this, if you look hard enough.

[maxout]

...You got some experience?

[thisass]

Not too much, but... school was enough, I don't let myself get locked up if I can help it.

Okay I lied one early mod comment

[mockmods]

[As Maxwell rants, the overhead speaker chimes up again, briefly.]

We are expecting you will act as is in your nature, Negative. However, as tantrums will do nothing to hasten the receipt of answers or your departure, we can only advise that patience will make this more tolerable for everyone involved, yourself included.

[And the rest is silence.]

[maxout]

Tolerable?! Do I look like I care about this being tolerable?!

[Of course he's... not gonna get a response. But listen? Fuck off don't tell him what to do!

He's leaving the dorm entirely so he can slam the door on his way out. Because that's the level of maturity we have here.]

[mockmods]

[Of course it's not possible for a speaker to be any particular kind of silent, but somehow this one manages a pointed, almost smug air about it as it if it's very specifically not responding to Max.]

[Deal with it.]

hallway

[ryukendense]

[This is what Yaiba would call 'Legend of Being in the Wrong Place at the Wrong Time'.

The card makes a nice, satisfying thonk against his head, and for a moment, he's dazed.

Then he's reaching for his own card, swiping it out of his pocket between two fingers like he's a goddamn Yugioh character.]

Villain! You dare challenge he who slays the savage dragons, who chases his prey to the end of the earth until he they meet his fated blade Ryukenden- the dragon Fox, Yaiba?!

[He managed to say all that in one breath, and it's actually kind of impressive.]

[maxout]

[The sheer ridiculousness of this scene makes Electro forget all about his rage for a moment and he just silently stares.

Is this guy brandishing his ID at him. Is... Is that a thing that is happening.]

Dragon Fox? Really?

[ryukendense]

[Welcome to the next two weeks, Electro.

Yaiba flicks the card between his fingers with a delicate maneuver - which slips very suddenly and he quickly tries to cover it up - and settles to resting it before his chin, other arm poised for action.]

Hence, do you doubt this warrior's bloodline, fiend?

[maxout]

Yeah, I'm doubting a lot of things here. Tch.

[You know what, he's gonna just walk on over to his own electronic ID and pick it up from the floor. He probably shouldn't just leave it there.]

I don't think you're slaying anything with that thing, kid.

[ryukendense]

[Yaiba's ear flicks in annoyance. Sure, he wasn't a Real Man (tm) with a full-time job, but he was no kid.]

You underestimate me, He-who-throws-ID-cards-at-innocent-passersby.

[Still, he sheathes his weapon by sliding it back into his pocket.]

Hence, without my Ryukenden, I will choose to spare you for today.

[maxout]

I was aiming for the wall.

[Because this clearly sounds better.]

Gee, aren't I lucky. The hell's that even supposed to be, anyway?

[ryukendense]

[He'll believe it. Suddenly, Electro was no longer trying to hurt him, but to get his attention. Heh, of course, sensing this warrior's spirit...

Wait- wait he's asking him a question.]

The legendary blade...containing the soul of the savage dragon that cries out in wild melodies...with six strings, hence, it is my weapon, Ryukenden!

[With that final word, he swipes a hand across his face and drops into a pose that involves dramatically pointing at...somewhere. It'd look cooler if he actually had his weapon on him, he swears.]

[maxout]

...Why would a sword have strings?

[is that it electro

is that the weirdest part of that sentence]

[ryukendense]

[Yaiba's lips curl into a grin.]

Ryukenden has strings because, not only is it a bladed weapon, but it is a weapon of music, hence!

[maxout]

...You're just... you're talking about an instrument. And you're being needlessly poetic about it.

Do you just beat people with a guitar, is that what this is?