+ The Universe is under no obligation to make sense to You +

[vitaelamorte]

Who: EVERYONE!
Where: EVERYWHERE!
When: Saturday, May 19th - Wednesday, May 23rd.
Rating: PG-13, warn if you're gonna go higher!
Summary: A catch-all for the Kyln / Sierra Madre event!
The Story:

For the duration of this event, the entire mansion will be part space jail, part apocalyptic wasteland desert with an abandoned hotel/casino. On the third day an escape route not previously discovered in the Kyln appears and breakouts can be planned...

...Only for everyone to find themselves walking through a large glass prison toward the toxic gas filled wasteland of a desert, the Sierra Madre. Does the prison look better than the toxic cloud outside? If you're stuck in the prison after dark beyond day 3, you'll be forced into and locked in your cell for the night. But at least locked away, nothing from the outside can hurt you. If you try to brave the actual elements in the desert it might be a little hard to breathe. The air has pockets of toxic gas and even a few seconds of exposure could prove deadly. And watch out for the Ghost People.

Inside the abandoned hotel/casino you'll find shelter from the gas and ghosts, but beware the holograms that are 50/50 with their attitude. Prison beatings, a beating from the holograms, which one Would You Rather? And whatever you do, don't try on the collars lying around unless you like to explode. Literally.

[ This is a catch-all for all your prison/desert needs! Please mark your threads clearly in the subject line with your character's name and either a cell number or just a location if you didn't feel like randomizing it or you're making a top level for a public place (like the dining hall or wandering the hotel/casino). Here's the plot post if you need it!

Have fun! ]

Comments

jamie fraser | cell 7 | open

[sawny]

( It's not the first time Jamie's been in prison. He'd done his stint in Ardsmuir, he'd done time in gaol before that plenty of times before solely for patriotism and for support of a free Scotland. It's no surprise he's here again with fresh sedition charges even if this prison is a wee bit different than the previous ones. He's been given some sort of horrendous yellow thing to wear and he's behind bars, sharing this cell with others. At least in Ardsmuir he had some freedom to move about. He turns to one of the cellmates, trying to make conversation simply to pass the time. )

What did they get ye for? Canna be worse than treason and sedition.

[moraloutrage]

[One of his cellmates, looking a bit sullen, is quick to respond.]

While I can't condone crimes like those, I have to say that there is something worse than both of those! And that... that is the sin that I have been stained with. [After a beat, he adds:] Murder!

MABEL PINES | CELL 6 | OTA

[powerofmabel]

𝐢. 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 (DAY ONE)

[The mess hall boasts (1) Mabel Pines, thirteen-yet-almost-sixteen criminal mastermind or so goes whatever Space Jail claims about her. She is thoroughly displeased by this turn of events and the last straw is the disgusting space gruel. She could almost take the dirty yellow jumpsuits and the fact that she’s stuck in a cell with only ONE other girl and Grunkle Stan has been telling criminal stories with the other old guy since they woke up in the cell.

But space gruel? Nope.

She finally bangs a fist on the table, unable to take it, and stands up on the table.]

Let’s start a prison riot! Who’s with me?! When I say prison, you say riot! Prison!

[Someone please save her before she gets grievously injured by those Kyln officers who do not care about harming a kid.]


𝐢𝐢. 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 (DAY THREE)

[Here is Mabel.

Here is a vending machine.

Here is a stand-off.

She has been trying to get into this stupid vending machine for an hour now and it will not budge. She doesn’t even know what’s in it, really, but in the middle of an event, sometimes you just embrace the idea that there might be junk food somewhere… and maybe she’s still really mad about the space gruel.

After having an unsatisfying battle with the vending machine, she thunks her head against the grimy glass and scowls.]

BLARGH.

𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢'𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 (WILDCARD)

[For roommate shenanigns, fighting things, or escape attempts that you might want her for.]

i

[krmvgivv]

Mabel!

[Dipper grabs her arm, tugging her back down. They're in different cells, which sucks, so they don't really get to see each other as much outside of meals. He would like to at least keep that time and not have her in solitary or dead.]

No starting riots! They always make an example of the ringleaders!

Jemma Simmons - Cell 11

[bravejemma]

[Jemma is in cell eleven, where she will be spending a majority of her time keeping to herself, in denial of committing her crime. She's a good person, dammit.

When the doors open, she cautiously comes out into the open and begins looking for people she knows -- the more familiar, the better. But strangers should feel free to approach as well. She can offer medical assistance, or find you someone who can.

Is she getting out of there? If she can do so moderately safely, hell yes. It can't be worse than being in a cell with a bunch of strangers at the mercy abusive guards, can it? ... Right?]


(Leave a starter or let me know if you'd like me to make one -- you can pm me or hit me up on Plurk @ lizimajig or leave a comment.)

[naughty_nurse]

[As Jemma gets up to inspect the open door...]

W-what are you doing?

- CELL 5 -

[jivitadana]

[OOC: This is a general mingle post for the crew in Cell 5! Feel free to comment here and start your own top levels!]

Arisato Minato

[jivitadana]

[Prison was not exactly what Minato was expecting to wake up to. Or not this kind of prison, anyway, not including Wonderland itself being a prison. The conditions here now pretty terrible. And there was no way he had committed the crime that he was in for. And on top of that, it was even more horrible now that he didn't have his Evoker nor any of his Personas. They were quiet and as if they never existed. It was a little unnerving.

Thus he looked outside the cell and then at everyone else who was with him inside. At least there was someone he knew and at least he knew that they were all part of Wonderland, not some other memory fragments from whomever this memory originated.

He did go around to everyone of them though to see if they were okay. And if they were up for trying to escape because heck no is he staying in prison for something he didn't do.]

Kon-El | Cell 7/dining hall | open

[cloned]

Cell 7

[Kon doesn't really know what's going on, but he does know one thing: It's total bull. He's a superhero! Sure, there are people who've locked up superheroes before, but they're the bad guys. These people seem to think they're the good guys. And seem to think he's some kind of terrorist money launderer. Like he'd even know how to wash money!

Whatever. If they think bars are enough to hold Superboy, they've got another think coming. He grabs the bars and starts trying to pry them apart.

Nothing.

He frowns, reaching out with his tactile telekinesis and... can't feel his tactile telekinesis at all.]

What the hell?

Dining Hall

[You can take the super out of the boy, but you can't take the hero out of him. Kon's still himself, and when he sees a guard about to electrocute someone, he steps in, taking the brunt of the shock.]

HEY! Pick on someone--

[What sort of someone the guard should pick on is lost as the full brunt of the shock hits Kon. Without his powers, he's less able to withstand the pain. He lets out a pained shout, falling to his knees, but he stays between the guard and their intended victim.

He can handle it. He just has to last a few more days.]

[mrsarcastic003]

[Tim crouches down to get Kon's arm around his shoulders and help him to his feet. Slowly. So that he's not dragging a mostly stunned person to their feet and then letting him fall down again.]

Guess that kind of thing's easier to take when you have an aura, huh?

[Or armor. Tim is missing his armor kind of a lot right now.]

ＴＯＮＹ ＳＴＡＲＫ ｜ ＣＥＬＬ ＮＩＮＥ ｜ ＯＴＡ

[revokes]

( ɪ. ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ | ᴅᴀʏs 1-3 )

[ the funny or perhaps that not-so-funny thing about the whole situation is that bad as this is? it doesn't come close to the cave. sure, it's 99% terrible but tony has actually had worse and so for the first three days, he's surprisingly uncaring about the whole situation. the man who'd usually be the first to try and get out seems fine with with setting in and waiting it out.

he's not idle, though. the prison is the least of his concerns. day and night in cell nine, tony uses the paper and pencil he has and he does what he did in the cave, he works. every now and then when he wants to get visual, he scribbles on the very walls of the cells - complex equations - math or perhaps it's physics? either way it's everywhere and all the time, an obsession fed by the many hours and lack of anything else to do.

if you get in trouble, however, he'll step forward to help and at the same time, he'll remind people to chill and try and wait out the event.

at least there's no zombies this time. ]

( ɪɪ. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ғɪɢʜᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ | ᴅᴀʏs 4-5)

[ he won't hurry to leave even when the it does prove possible. there's no merit there, really. in a few days, the cells will disappear and leave only the mansion in their place. they can leave because the mansion wants them to and tony isn't keen on following directions.

besides, he's actually getting some work done.

he'll only leave at the first sign of someone else getting in trouble. it'll be a quick affair. the man in yellow will step out and in seconds, the iron man armor will materialize around him, a form of advanced nanotechnology and stark ingenuity. in seconds, iron man would be there to help you fight off one of the ghost people, a hologram, or simply fly you back to the prison or to the casino.

he'll grumble about it, of course. ]

seriously, is it that hard staying put? I speak simple English and still no one listens.

( ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴇ | ᴡɪʟᴅᴄᴀʀᴅ)

[ for cellmates, mingling and tony stark's cell wall of crazy. ]

I

[krmvgivv]

[Dipper's a very smart kid. Smart enough that he can grasp, well, a lot of what Tony's working on. Not all, maybe, but give him time and access to a library, and he'd get there.

Of course, he doesn't have a library in here. It's prison. So he goes to the next best thing.]

Whatcha working on? Is it an escape plan?

Kokichi | Solitary | Open

[shslliar]

Day 1-2; Kokichi is very sad.

[They put Kokichi in solitary.

If anyone passes his cell, they will see him lying on the bed with his back to the bars. He whimpers and curls up if someone steps closer. Kind of pathetic for a so-called evil supreme leader who's supposedly conspired to murder someone.

However, if someone is paying attention, they might notice his shoulders are moving a little, and there's a faint scraping sound that seems to stop if someone gets to close. What is that kid hiding?

(He's trying to make a lockpick out of found material in secret, that's what he's hiding.)]

Day 3-5; You should give him a lockpick.

[Kokichi is free and in the casino, mutants and fog be damned.

The first thing he did when he arrived was find a room to claim as his hideout. He's smuggled some broken furniture in there and fashioned it into a sort of sleeping area for the rest of the event. Trusted companions are welcomed in, but actually getting into the room might be a bit tricky. Instead of a proper lock, he's rigged a board and some crates so that it catches right under the doorknob and prevents it from being opened all the way. So if you knock like a civilized human being, you'll hear this reply from the other side of the door.]

What's the password?

Day 3

[forwearemany]

Uncertain.

(Upon realizing the door is barred, they knock. The voice that responds is... familiar.)

We assisted you previously.

(They won't actually be bothered if they aren't allowed in though. It's mostly curiosity that brought them here.)

Daisy Johnson | Cell 3 | OTA

[morethan084]

CELL THREE

[Of all the things to be put in jail for, Criminal Interference with Religious Worship was the last thing Daisy ever expected to be caught with. She knew it was bullshit, as did everyone else also here with her who were in the same boat. Not that the guards cared though. In fact they seemed on edge, just hoping someone gave them a reason to put them back in line. When they’re put back in their cells at night, Daisy tries to get to know her cell mates a little more. If anyone is freaking out, Daisy is there trying to comfort them in an attempt to keep them from giving the guards an excuse to use their weapon.

When she does manage to get some sleep, Daisy tries to make herself as small as possible to give everyone some space. There is a chance that a cellmate might wake up to her a little too close to them.]

AROUND THE JAIL

[The food isn’t the worst, but it’s far from the best either. Whatever she doesn’t want to eat she offers to someone else, but when it comes to the coffee she’s taking as much as she can get. Even if it’s terrible and tastes burnt.

Everyone is under the assumption that they are somewhere in safe, but the lack of windows in her leaves Daisy feeling more than a little curious. It seems others are curious as well, and the more help to try and find a way out of here, the better. She waits until the guards are distracted by something else before trying for one of the doors she spotted. She learns quickly that her power doesn’t seem to be working here, and even more quickly that the guards are more on top of things around here than she originally thought.

They fight dirty too. As much fight training as she’s had, there’s only so much she can do when there’s a handful of guards using their shock batons on her until she’s on the ground and then they start to kick her hard in the ribs. They leave her there after they’re done, threatening her that the next time she’ll be in solitary if they don’t kill her first.

Anyone got any ice?]

WILDCARD

[Want to do something else? Feel free to write something below or PM/punkchica321]

cell three

[deflectere]

[ alec doesn't even try to sleep because he know it won't happen. even when he's comfortable, when he's in a bed of his own, he doesn't tend to sleep well. so, being stuck in a cell with people he doesn't know means he's definitely not going to sleep.

he hasn't talked much to the others in with him except to mutter about his supposed offense. he's pretty sure he hadn't done that. of all the lightwoods, he was the one to follow the law. ]

This is ridiculous.

[ he spits the words out, directs them towards no one in particular. he just can't stay quiet any longer. ]

I wouldn't even know how to tamper with criminal evidence.

Lapis Lazuli, Cell 2 and around space jail, open, any format, ORDER NOW!!!

[ssmisery]

[Once it's clear exactly what's going on, Lapis just seems shell-shocked. In the cell she largely keeps to herself and broods; one could certainly do worse for a cellmate ("cellmie") but she's not exactly improving the mood in this already tense situation. In fact, even without powers she doesn't need to sleep and can still sit motionless for way longer than a human, so it can actually veer over into creepy.

(But look on the bright side, she still doesn't have to have any involvement in the communal toilet either!)

When the bars open and the prisoners get to stretch their legs, it's not a huge comfort. They ARE still prisoners. The guards make that very clear, and while Lapis would prefer to get through this with minimal prison beatings in general, she definitely does not want to find out whether their shock batons would be enough to destabilize a gem. Resisting is clearly hopeless. So even out and about she's keeping her head down. She does spend time trying to find the people she cares about to see that they're okay, but otherwise, she doesn't even have all that much reason to venture out into the prison. Escape is far from her mind, let alone rebellion; it's time for survival.

...It's an event. It'll be over in a few days. What good is it to cause any more trouble now, when it might only make everything worse?]

Out and about!

[jamminshield]

[During the first communal release, Steven looks around for familiar faces. And when he spots one, he rushes towards her with arms wide open.]

Lapis!!

Asriel Dreemurr | Cell 12 | ota

[pleasereset]

[Cell 12]

[While Asriel’s no stranger to prisons, he’s not used to one this confined. There’s no where to go of course, the cells are locked until the guards let them out for the day. After panicking and trying to squeeze himself through the bars, Asriel finally resigns himself to a spot on the floor, rocking back and forth.]

It’s just five days, right? We just gotta wait five days and we can go home. I just wanna go home...

[And he just continues to curl in on himself.]

[Outside the kitchen]

[Asriel’s found himself in trouble with a couple of guards wielding shock batons. They’ve got him cornered, catching him right as he finishes his meal. They seem to be accusing him of stealing food off of another prisoner’s plate. Whether or not it’s true, Asriel keeps protesting.]

I-I didn’t take anything, I swear!

[Before he can defend himself further, he’s giving a sharp kick to the stomach by one of the guards.]

“Don’t lie. We saw you take something, you little freak. And we don’t tolerate that kinda thing around here...”

[The guard raises the shock baton in the air, ready to strike.]

cell 12

[agentxthirteen]

[ Sharon is distracted from her thoughts by Asriel talking to himself. She's calm enough about finding herself in prison; after all, there's only so much she can do. She mostly lazes on her bed until it's time to mingle with everyone else in the prison.

She turns her face toward Asriel. ]

Just five days. [ She isn't as convinced as he is, but she keeps her voice firm, as if it's a simple fact. ] You can make it. [ She shifts into a sitting position on her cot and watches him for a couple seconds. ] First time in prison?

Kiyotaka Ishimaru | Cell 7 + Open

[moraloutrage]

[Murder. That's what Ishimaru finds out that he was accused of. A crime that would have come with a much more dire price were he still trapped in Hope's Peak Academy. Here, being trapped in a rundown prison? It seems like he's getting off easy! He can't remember committing the crime, of course. But time works weird in this world. If even Mondo could end up murdering... then Ishimaru must have too. At least that's something they now have in common!

He often seems morose and downtrodden as he goes about his new life in the prison. Still, he tries to let some energy flow through him and energetically greet others, where it's in his cell or out in the common area!]

Good morning! Who's ready for another day of repaying our debt to society?!

[Aside from that, he can be found quietly going about his day - but he may try to take action if he spots others being bullied by guards. And later on, during the prison break, he'll be looking very conflicted about whether or not to follow along...]

[naughty_nurse]

[When the Prison Break occurs, he's not the only one hesitant. She approaches him from behind.]

Ishimaru...?

Naoki | Cell 1 + other stuff | OTA

[noreason]

Days 1-2: Cell 1 and the Kyln

[Well, not having his powers is super frustrating. Naoki knows that punching a hole in a space prison isn't a good idea, but at least he'd be able to kill the guards if he had his powers.

But he doesn't. So the next thing to do is to lay low. If you don't want stronger demons to kill you, you stay out of their way. The same is probably true of guards, he guesses. Maybe. He's never been in prison before.

He divides his time between prowling around, looking for people he knows and any sign of an escape route, and hanging out in his cell. Maybe his cellmates will have some ideas for breaking out...]

Day 3-5: The Sierra Madre

[The minute he finds the escape route, Naoki is gone, though he'll help anyone who needs helping on the way out. He's pretty surprised to find himself not in space, and pretty of relieved about it. Space is scary for a guy who hadn't seen the real sky for forever before Wonderland.

Of course, being relieved only lasts so long. This is an event, of course nothing not terrible would happen. He manages to avoid the ghost people and makes it to the casino after some very close calls with the poison air, only to find more things that want to fight him. This would be a great event if he could actually do anything but run around. It makes him appreciate his powers a lot more than normal.

He stays away from the collars because those are definitely a trap, but the holograms aren't as easy to hide from. He gets into at least one fight that he instantly regrets, and help wouldn't be unwelcome.]

Anytime: Wildcard

[Really, anything is fine. :) If you're not sure, PM me.]

Day 4 - Casino

[jivitadana]

[Minato had been hiding out at the casino since the day they could escape. It had been... nice to get out, if "nice" were a term he could use for this whole ordeal. It kept him on his toes, at least, and really put all of them to the test in terms of teamwork.

He noticed Naoki wandering around after what looked like a fight, beckoning for him to get into one of the staff offices where the door had been ajar. It wasn't the best hiding spot, but a spot all the same out of sight for now.]

Steven Quartz Universe | Cell 8 + Open

[jamminshield]

A. Jail I

[Either in his cell, or out in the common area, this small boy can often be found closing his eyes and trying to concentrate!]

Come on... shield...! [But nothing seems to be happening. And you may also find him raising his shirt slightly, revealing the pink gem that he has in place of a belly button, which he pokes at experimentally.

Or you can find him taking a break from trying and just simply whistling catchy tunes.]

B. Jail II

[He's not exactly cool with being stuck in another space jail, but without his powers, there's not much he can do. So he tries to keep himself thinking positive and will ask anyone around him (either within his cell or in the common area:)]

Why don't we all go around and share one thing about ourselves?

C. Casino

[After the jailbreak, Steven makes his way to the casino. He can be found hiding out in some of the abandoned rooms, with the help of how small he is. If he sees others, he'll beckon for them to join him.]

Over here!

D. Wildcard

[Come up with another prompt or hit me up for further plotting!]

A

[cloned]

[Kon notices the gem, and the kid poking at it. He raises an eyebrow.]

Aren't you a little young to get a bellybutton piercing?

Grendel | Cell 13 | OTA

[oneagainstall]

[A: Cell 13]

[There's a problem, when powers and magic are turned off. Sure, some people will find their abilities dampened, suddenly unable to preform feats that might have otherwise got them to some kind of freedom, perhaps. Unfortunately, some magic is designed to hide what is real, which is exactly what it does in Grendel's case.

The poor folks in cell 13 will find some of their room taken up by Grendel in his true self, all his burly, seven foot tall toothy glory. He's also definitely not happy about this. Moreso the captivity than anything else. ]

So. This is the Bullshit of the Month we've got to put up with? Fuckin' prison? I think I'll take the goddamn fuckin' space crazies again over this.

[B: Around the prison, days 1-3]

[He can be found most days, lurching around the place, looking ready to rip the head off the shoulders of anyone who comes within three feet of him. This place is loud and he can't even muffle the constant stream of noise with alcohol. He largely keeps to himself, but if he comes across someone he's spoken to before, he will at least offer them a tired, angry chuckle. ]

Who do we gotta kill to get a drink around here? My money's on that guard with the lazy eye. I'm gonna call him Fuckhead.

[C: Wildcard]

[[Throw up a toplevel and we'll do a thing!]]

a.

[mucked]

[ well.

you know, she thinks she would have remembered seeing a creature of such (ahh) presence and stature. around the mansion. recently. only she doesn't and she hasn't and she's left wondering whether he's part of the event itself -- right up until he speaks and registers his disdain for wonderland's mechanics.

great. abso-bloody-lutely wonderful. peggy stands up, having just woken up, and...

and quickly finds herself feeling sick. she's suffered this feeling before -- but not since the last event that had sourced itself in her home world. she leans back, suddenly, and braces herself against the cell bars. her eyes shut while she fights for stability. ]

Be careful what you wish for.

[ -- it's all she manages to say before sitting back down again. ]

Mazikeen | closed to Shaun and Cissie

[selfworthbitches]

[Maze isn't really sure what she expected out of her second event. She's mostly glad it's not more singing.

What it is is her trapped in a tiny little cell with two humans she hasn't met before. And she's wearing an ugly yellow jumpsuit.

Yes, maybe she deserves to go to jail for all she's done, though considering her torturing years were in hell and mostly involved showing bad people their own guilt, she sure doesn't think so. But does she really deserve this crime against fashion?]

Ugh.

[Congrats Shaun and Cissie, you get to wake up to your new cellmate stripping down to her underpants. She looks better this way.]

[cisskabob]

[Cissie is Not A Fan of waking up in unfamiliar places with nothing familiar around her. She's even less of a fan of waking up in an unfamiliar place with nothing familiar around, wearing clothes she doesn't recognize, to the sight of someone she doesn't recognize stripping to her underwear.

She sits up, checking her own jumpsuit to see if there's something dangerous about it. She's relieved to see Shaun Mason in the cell with them, though the relief is accompanied by dismay at the realization that they're in a cell.]

...What the hell, Wonderland.

Georgia Mason | Cell 4/Dining Hall | open

[choosetruth]

Cell 4

[Georgia isn't panicking. She doesn't do that. And while she really doesn't like being a prisoner again...it's not the CDC. The jumpsuit she's in is yellow. The walls are dirty rather than bleached clean. There are other people around. Nothing is white.

It still takes her a bit of breathing, pressing herself up against the wall and wishing to fuck she had sunglasses to cover how wide and scared looking her eyes are, until she has herself under control.]

Okay. Okay. [She looks around to see who she's stuck with. At least it's mostly people she knows. But it isn't Shaun. And that's not acceptable.] How the fuck do we get out of here?

Dining Hall

[Luckily, while it isn't an actual escape, there is temporary relief from her massive codependent separation anxiety. The moment they let her out of her cell, she's looking around, trying to find Shaun. She's sure he's looking for her too, so she climbs onto a table to get a better look.

Hopefully he'll get to her before that rather menacing guard does. They don't look happy with George's table standing plan.]

cell 4!!! i'm good to do a single thread with no order if yall want idk

[postictal]

[Sorry, George. You don't get Shaun, but you get the paranoid chain-smoker who's just discovered that most of his personal belongings are gone. His hand flies to his pockets of his new...apparel...and he discovers with a spurt of relief that at least the most important thing is still there.]

[Breathes out. Okay. That's fine. He's wearing clothes of an unfamiliar, prison-specific cut the color of pulverized squash, but at least they're not wholly fucked.]

There's a hell of a lot of space in the middle of this...wherever we are. I don't think we're gonna be kept in here twenty-four-seven.

closed | cell 14 (henry, ella, snow & drizella)

[emojis]

[Ever since the curse broke, Drizella has been keeping herself out of the way.

Okay, maybe that's an understatement, she's been making herself fucking invisible. She moved into another room on a floor that was not the eighth one, she's been making liberal use of the closets and she's been panicking, trying to figure out how she was going to weasel her way out of that one. She probably won't. But she's going to hide out until she has some semblance of a plan.

Wonderland has other ideas.

When she wakes up on her uncomfortable prison cot, she already knows that this is not where she's supposed to be. She opens her eyes slowly but doesn't move at first. She sees Ella directly across from her. Her eyes roll down, and Henry is in the bunk beneath his wife. She then shifts so that she can see in the bunk below her and there's Snow.

Great.

She can see the door to her cell ahead of her, so she's going to very slowly try to ease herself down off the top bunk and make her way to the cell door. If they're open, maybe she can escape before the other three wake up.

She probably won't be that lucky.]

[henrydaniel]

[ No, she's definitely not that lucky. Henry woke up yesterday, back from the dead and remembering everything. There hadn't been much time to do anything about it, he had a wife to comfort, parents to reassure. But now, as he wakes up in some prison cell and sees Drizella, he sits up, not feeling any worse for wear. ]

Now you're going to run? Instead of face what you did, face me? You know, you may think you learned from my mother, but there's one thing she didn't do. She didn't hide.

[ Regina was pretty much the opposite of 'low key.' ]

tim wright | ota | i'll match your formatting

[postictal]

day 1 - 3 ; every damn day when the beat goes bang

It's not really a shock, the reason why he's here. He's set fire to buildings before. The fucked up thing is that he can't tell what buildings were the victim of his hypothetical crime. Maybe they were space hospitals. Maybe they were space houses full of fucking space zombies.

It doesn't matter much, in the end. When he's not restricted to Cell 4, he's in the mess hall, generally good at keeping his head down. You will, however, probably see him surreptitiously sizing up the prison guards or regarding the hovering cameras with a critical eye. The layers of accumulated intergalactic grime have long since worn away the Kyln's silvery finish, but there's still plenty of shit one could conceivably use, if they had to.

Approaching day three, you'll probably catch Tim following one of the guards from a distance, waiting for the right moment to get the jump on them and relieve them of their shock baton for his own purposes.

day 3 ; every damn day that i feel like this

[The radioactive, fume-blasted wasteland of Sierra Madre is a far cry from Alabama's sun-scorched urban decay, but it's a closer step to it than a deadlocked prison in the middle of space, and Tim has decided that's good enough for him. In fact, he's decided that he's fine with hunkering down and waiting this particular event out. He doesn't need to go roaming into a chemical waste and chance getting a lungful of lethal gases that will calcify his lungs and leave him with his skin cracked open, bleeding black into the dust devils.]

[The problem is when a Hologram decides that it thinks he's a threat to a disused casino whose owners are presumably long dead but didn't have the decency to switch off the security while they were away.]

[At least he's not unarmed. He managed to get ahold of one of those shock batons during the exodus from the Kyln, and it blitzes to life with a surge of sparking energy as he squares up across the Hologram. It wavers, pixels guttering from placid blue to caution amber, and then to warning red. Its head starts to heat up, its clear, armored, refracted-light face going from pale red to something molten.]

[Tim dives out of the way from the beam of blistering orange energy before jabbing at the thing's legs with his baton, eliciting an arc of hissing sparks.]

wildcard ; every damn day that i lost my way

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mess hall

[burntvideocassette]

Jay spots the familiar silhouette, hunched over a rusty tray of prison food, and flinches.

Stupid. Stupid. It isn't real now, and it wasn't real a couple weeks ago. So it's fine. He's fine. He's got the pills stashed in the pocket of his grimy orange jumpsuit, and from the way it hangs off him, it feels like it's at least two sizes too big. He hasn't shaved since the Reaper landed. Hasn't looked at himself in a mirror in a week. He's been drumming the fingers of his right hand against his palm, tapping out morse code or half-remembered drumbeats or nothing in particular.

But honestly, if people are gonna be breaking out, he'd rather be where he can keep an eye on Tim. Make sure nothing happens to him.

An awful lot of these movies end up with the heroes dead.

So he shuffles through the crowd, head down, and grabs a tray of his own before sliding in across from Tim.

"Hey."

rocket | cell 12 | ota

[beatupgrass]

𝚒. 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚘

[If you're in Cell 12, there's a good chance you woke up with three foot worth of furry limpet kneading his claws into your arm or back or other body parts, unaware of what's going on or, at least, aware enough to be fine with this.

Until he wakes up, considers this for a moment, and then leaps onto his feet, head woozy from the after-effects of what he can only remember, from countless other events that don't apply to him he's had to get through, as "event lag."

He gives the cell a good look around, notes the familiarity, and then swears a blue streak.]

Really?!


𝚒𝚒. 𝟷𝟷 % 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗

[After the initial shock has worn off, Rocket's taken no time to both take credit for this event and to assure everyone he meets that he's busted out of the Kyln before and he has it all under control.

Except for one thing... He remembers there was a core component to his plan, but he can't remember what the hell it was- only that it was a battery, and there's a shit-ton of batteries around here.

And so we have Rocket in a relatively quiet portion of the prison near the showers, going through a mess of batteries he's stolen, trying to see if any of them trigger his memory. It's kind of a weird sight, all things considered.]

𝚒𝚒𝚒. 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚍 (𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢)

[It may have been "event mechanics" that got him out of the Kyln the second time, because no way would that have happened if this were the real Kyln, but Rocket isn't inclined to look a gift horse in the mouth, especially when he spent two extra days too many around those corrupt and cruel Kyln guards.

But as he leads a charge out of the Kyln, confused by the lack of ships and the even weirder lack of VOID OF SPACE outside, he finds himself... In a very odd climate. Freedom is apparently an unfamiliar stretch of desert and it sets him on edge immediately.]

This one ain't on me. [He is not taking any credit for surprise desert, and he feels he needs to point that out as he susses out what to do.]

cell 12

[directed]

[For the record, awakenings such as these are part of the reason why Rip doesn't tend to sleep at night. There are far more people about than he would care to have his in bed, and though one of them turns out to be a Carter, she is absolutely not the one Rip would expect to find alongside him come morning.

Yet the immediate concern is the feeling of claws scrapping against his skin, followed by a rather severe string of curses. The voice is both gruff and familiar, and by the time Rip opens his eyes and sits up, he's not surprised to find Rocket standing in the middle of--whatever room this is. Not the Waverider, not Wonderland's typical fare. Not his, and with a huffed out breath Rip runs a hand through his hair.]

One of yours, I take it? [He's familiar enough with the feeling: wooziness, unwanted recognition, the frustration that springs from it all.] Cheers.

rip hunter | cell 12 + other prison locales | ota

[directed]

[Like everyone else, Rip finds himself waking that first morning in the company of those he certainly hadn't gone to bed with the night prior. Fortunately he knows Rocket, who in turn knows the circumstances of the event, meaning that early on Rip's got enough of a handle on the situation to know it better to keep his head down for the time being, stay watchful and observant, and perhaps offer his aid in a quest for batteries or whatever else might prove useful towards an escape. It takes little time, after all, to realize the guards are cruel and callous both, with a propensity towards violence and advanced enough weapons that make the danger of this even quite real.

Fortunately Rip has spent some time in prisons before. There are politics and imbalances in power, and always, always only so long things must be endured. Beyond the grungy walls and crowded cells this remains Wonderland, and as all events do, this too would end.

Not that he's not keen to attempt an escape on the third day. Funny thing though--for his efforts and experience both, Rip winds up back in cell 12 that night all the same. He's got a few bruises to show for the trying, but nothing too major. And after that, he seems to lose any motivation he has to get out. Rather, the rest of the time is spent taking advantage of what little there is to be found in the prison, be it trying to bargain his way into an extra helping of the so-called food they're served, or some manner of clean uniform or whatever passes as bedding.

Equally, he's a frequent visitor to cell 13, both before and after the third day. Not that Peggy always seems so happy to see him...

It doesn't really deter him much, however. At least not until something winds up lobbed at his head.]

day three »

[mucked]

[ eventually, there are rumblings about an escape route. and it doesn't much matter who brings that intel to the table where they sit, tete-a-tete, over the stomach-churning slop served like food. all that matters is that the intel exists and that morning, once they're all allowed back into gen pop together, the two of them discuss quiet intentions over breakfast. it's eaten reluctantly but with the understanding that not much good is ever accomplished on an empty stomach. peggy fidgets in the uniform; she finds it almost as distasteful as the meals.

it's a day for consummate professionals -- to act with head instead of heart, to heed each other's warnings, and to bring to bear the best parts of their respective vocations. the solution sounds straight-forward enough, at first blush. there's a guarded hall, a service shaft, then a ladder leading to the staffing side of the space prison. truth is, skill and a lick of trust should see them through this trial. and it doesn't much matter which of them tempts fate by laughing, darkly, that they've both no doubt dispatched with worse.

sure enough, they slip through a lazy gap in the guard patrol when one cruel-hearted bugger is late to his station in favour of skimming contraband. sure enough, they tackle the cornering hall with tactical ease. (although, oh, peggy misses her ppk.) but a fatal error occurs when peggy takes the initiative -- sprinting forward to get a good look at a shut door. it's a smooth metal barrier with a sort of darkened peephole placed a foot above a mechanical handle.

had their roles been reversed, had rip gone ahead first, he would have been perfectly placed to realize that the peephole is (in fact) a camera. a little innocuous-looking lens, alerting someone somewhere to her presence well out of bounds for any prison. for all she's heard of cameras being everywhere in some times and worlds -- small enough to fit inside all kinds of things -- peggy remains ignorant that the small aperture is exactly that. already, alarms are raised and goons are on their way to apprehend them as she tries the door, gives it a futile tug, and steps back to re-evaluate the situation. ]

Perhaps the information was bad. Or the lead is already burnt.

[ a hole found and patched and sealed before they could take advantage of it. she turns back toward rip as he joins her and her futility outside the door. the plan has gone to pot; now, it's time to adapt. ]

Turing | Cell 6 | OTA

[romsapience]

1. Cell 6
[Just so long as they're not brainwashed again, they consider this as a step up to the last event. Granted, this is a very...small step up. But still one nonetheless. Gotta still think about that silver lining.

At least this provides some ample time to go through their research notes on the archive.

They huddle by the cell wall, hugging their knees, an ellipse shown on the front of their system. Some beeps and boops can be heard coming out of them. Although they appear to be busy, that doesn't necessarily mean that they're too busy to socialize with their cellmates!]

2. Dining Hall
[So. The guards have the power to shock anyone they want to. Turing really doesn't want to short circuit by these guards' weapons. So, they will comply.

They will comply by not moving at all. They can't get into trouble if they don't do anything, yes?

They are sitting on a bench, with a deer-in-the-headlights expression plastered onto the front of their system. Don't do anything to make the guards mad. They could LITERALLY die. And they're not going to take that chance.]

3. Wild Card

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[forwearemany]

(They arrive in the dining area, and, spotting their fellow synthetic, decide to initiate interactions.

They sit down next to Turing and, seeing the look on their fellow robots face, tilt their head.)

Turing.

Natasha Romanoff | Cell 2 | OTA

[outstandingbalance]

[Criminal Sale of a Fire Arm. The funny thing is, in the course of her career, Natasha had done things that would fit that description. She's done that and worse. There hasn't been a time in her adult life when there weren't people who consider her a criminal and would have happily argued she belonged in prison. Or worse. She'd been told that in halls no less important than Capitol Hill and the UN.

Her last memory of home, Natasha was going on the run after violating the Sokovia Accords, making her solidly a wanted criminal in over a hundred countries.

And here she is, for a crime she doesn't remember, that she didn't actually commit.

It's a little funny.

Natasha is in cell 2, and she spends most of her time there or in the dining hall, only exploring the limits of the sectors that prisoners have access to when she can do so discreetly, avoiding most of the guards' attention. Her play, for now, is to keep her head down, bide her time, and wait for an opportunity. It'll come eventually, or else their vacation away from Wonderland will wind to an end.

Either way, she intends to be ready when the moment comes.]

Papyrus | Cell 3 | OTA

[kingtrousele]

1. Cell 3
ALL RIGHT, I KNOW THAT THIS SITUATION IS VERY GRIM, BUT NEVER FEAR!!!

[Papyrus is standing proud and striking a pose in front of his cellmates.]

I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL SEE TO IT THAT WE GET OUT OF THIS STICKY WHICKET, WITH ABSOLUTELY NO HARM COMING TO US!! AND WE CAN START BY ESCAPING THIS CELL!! A FEW BONE ATTACKS SHOULD DO THE TRICK...

[And with that, he...wait, why can't he summon any bones?]

WAIT. WHAT???

[He tries again. And again. And. Again. Nothing happens.]

WHY CAN'T I SUMMON MY COOL ATTACKS?!

2. In a corner in the Common Room
[Papyrus finds himself being surrounded by guards!!]

LOOK, ALL I'M SAYING IS THAT MAYBE EVERYONE HERE WOULD LIKE YOU ALL MORE IF YOU DIDN'T TRY TO SHOCK EVERYONE - AGH!!!

[Right on cue, one of the guards shocks Papyrus.]

SEE?? THAT!! THAT RIGHT THERE IS WHY EVERYBODY HATES YOUR GUTS - ACK!!!

[Another shock.
This keeps happening in the same fashion. With every time Papyrus tries to reason with the guards, they shock him in return, like some kind of twisted game.
This will continue on until someone intervenes. Will it be you?]

3. Dining Hall
[Welp. That didn't work.
Papyrus folds his arms, sitting on one of the benches. Various parts of his bones are slightly charred due to the shock burns, and he twitches every so often.
But that's not why he looks so down.]

AUGH!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY DIDN'T LISTEN TO ME!!! HOW INFURIATING!!!

[He grumbles a bit, tapping his skeletal fingers on the table. Good thing this event is only going to last a few more days - the guards are getting off easy this time!]

4. Wild Card
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2

[pleasereset]

[Asriel was trying to keep his head down, trying not to make any eye contact with the guards, staying away from any dangers. But the sound of Papyrus yelling, followed by the sound of shock batons, quickly catches his attention. He quickly rounds a corner, seeing Papyrus in trouble.]

S-stop!

[His voice comes out as a high-pitched, terrified squeak.]

H-he... he wasn't doing anything wrong!

leo fitz | semi-closed (see OOC note below)

[hypoxic]

[OOC:]
{{Hi guys! I'm open for threads in theory! But in practice I'm close to critical mass and trying to just tag around this event. I'm using this space to hit up people who also aren't topleveling - if you're one of them, just let me know and I'll be happy to whip up a starter in this thread.}}

[Closed to Peggy Carter]

[ Things are getting rowdier in the prison environment. Tensions are boiling over, and the ones who want to escape seem hell bent on causing as much trouble as possible. Fitz is trying to keep to himself, to use this punishment as a means of quiet contemplation, but all that goes out the window when he spots Peggy at a mealtime. Peggy looks rough, too much to be leaving her cell. Are they forcing her to move about on her own? He stops beside her, concern creasing his features.]

Ma'am? Are you -- do you need anything?

[Perhaps a few dozen band-aids?]

[mucked]

[ the only person forcing her to move about on her own is peggy herself -- perhaps in a bid to escape her doting caretaker's notice for just an hour or two. she sits in the dining area (if it can be called that) with one hand steadying her tray of prison 'food' and the other pressed a little too firmly against the table's edge. it's as if she's trying to keep herself steady even as she sits.

her split lip is swollen. but more than that, every breath comes close to making her snarl with pain. even so, she's here. she's up (for a given definition of it) and about. she's tired, already, of spending her hours flat on her back in a bid to recover.

it's been easier to wander about, too, now that so many others have escaped. escaped to what? she cannot say. but part of her certainly wants to know. ]

A bottle of something. Anything, at this point.

[ it's a futile wish. but she hadn't felt up to voicing it around rip, so it tumbles out now -- said with a frown as she turns to glance at fitz. there's a look in her eyes like she's trying to suss out how to head his concern off at the pass. ]

Dan Palmer/Courier Six | OTA

[thecourier]

i. cell 12/general

[There's nothing quite like waking up in prison, incarcerated for a crime you don't remember committing but one you definitely could be reasonably accused of. Dan doesn't spend too much time trying to process it, quickly putting it to one side in his 'this is a pile of bullshit' folder.

He wakes up woozy on the first day, but doesn't fully understand why. This prison is nothing to do with him and he forgets the experience quickly as the hours pass and he takes to working out how to cope with this new scenario.

In cell 12, he recognises everyone but couldn't say that he really knows any of them. Still, he'll check if everyone is alright before he heads out into the prison itself, careful to avoid making any trouble until he has the lay of the land (so to speak). It doesn't look good.

By the second day, he's fashioned a shiv out of a discarded piece of metal and is keeping it in the sole of his boot. By the third, he has a black eye.

Just can't keep himself out of trouble.]

ii. sierra madre

[There are only two words that come to mind when Dan steps out of the prison walls and sees the massive, looming shape set in the sprawling desert in front of him.]

Aw, shit.

[It was only a matter of time before this would happen, and his first port of call is to make broadcast a warning to the people in the prison to not go inside and leave the fucking collars alone. But, of course, people are stupid, and since no one knows the Sierra Madre better than Dan (no one who is still alive) he takes it upon himself to head down there and keep a close eye out for anyone getting themselves into trouble.

He can be found in the streets, stepping quietly around the strange, radiation-suit-wearing people inhabiting the place and carefully keeping others from making too much noise with a hand holding them back or a gesture to tell them to stop what they're doing.

Also, in the casino itself, he moves through the hallways like he knows them. Knowing exactly where he is and lacking the same restrictions as he did the first time he was here lead him to being armed fairly quickly, and he'll pass on a knife or a gun to anyone who happens to need one. But just what are you doing in the casino at all? Didn't you listen to a word he said?]

iii. wildcard

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