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

[boxtrot]

[So. Waking up in new locations isn't exactly novel for Spy. Usually the Administrator would give them a little warning before forcing them to change locations, but it's not impossible.

What is concerning is the fact that none of his fellow mercenaries are anywhere to be found. There's no distant sound of explosions, no bloodstained doctor showing off his newest abomination against God and humanity, no irritating Bostonian threatening to bash his head in against the refrigerator.

It's peaceful.

Spy hates it.

Something is wrong here. He'd chalk it up to Merasmus, maybe, but why would the wizard target him alone? And Halloween was last month, anyway. Merasmus should be busy licking his wounds and hiding from whatever mafioso he borrowed money from this time.

For the first few minutes after waking up, he'll go through the profiles, grimacing once he reaches his own.]

At least they had the sense to keep some things classified. Or perhaps they just could not figure it out.

[He's hoping for the latter.

Once he's done with that, he's searching the hell out of his dorm- B1- for any sort of clue or hint as to what's going on here. Spy's checking under the beds, in the nightstands, the trunks- not just for his side of the room, but everyone. Feel free to tell him to fuck off from your stuff if you need to.

With that out of the way, Spy's making his way to the security room. This door may be locked, but that's never stopped him from before. He'll be hanging around here for a while, trying to figure out how the locks work and force his way through them. Spoilers: It won't work.]

b1

[canbebeautiful]

Hey. Hey! Get the fuck out of my stuff.

[She might be in an unfamiliar place, but strange men checking through the trunk at the end of the bed she woke up on is cause for alarm.]

Didn't anybody teach you basic manners?

[boxtrot]

Basic manners go out the window when we're kidnapped, I'm afraid. Apologies.

[He sighs, tossing aside the green jumpsuit inside the trunk with a disdainful air.]

Nothing of any importance in any of these trunks, anyway. And unless this is your usual fashion sense, I'm afraid this isn't even your stuff.

[canbebeautiful]

I mean, the color's questionable, but what's wrong with jumpsuits? [She's from the 80s. That is, in fact, just a normal outfit to her. At any rate, she picks it up and puts it back inside the trunk.] Maybe I wanna look a little Valley Girl.

[boxtrot]

[And Spy's from the 70s, but he wears 9,000$ custom-made suits every day of his life.]

It's tacky. It looks like a glorified prison outfit.

[And he's never looked good in those.]

[canbebeautiful]

. . . So you're saying you don't know how to accessorize.

[She might emphatically not be a Heather anymore, but that doesn't mean she didn't learn a couple things from her brief stint as one and the main thing she learned? The clothes don't necessarily make your outfit.]

If it looks tacky when you wear it, it's because you're tacky.

[boxtrot]

No, I don't know how to accessorize a prison jumpsuit. You're not allowed to wear jewelry in most prisons, let alone anything else that could be used- Wait. I'm tacky? I'm tacky? [Spy grits his teeth and reels back a bit, offended.] Who do you think you are?