+ 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

dining hall

[beatupgrass]

Get down, Georgie, before somebody tazes you. [Rocket chuckles as he saunters up, working the room like he has full control of the situation... Which he fullu believes he does. He's been here before, even if it was only a day, and because it was only a day he feels confident that this event is easily beaten.]

How're you likin' the Kyln?

[choosetruth]

I'm trying to find Shaun.

[Rocket of all people should understand why that's more important than her own safety. But she doesn't see him now, and Rocket's comment is interesting enough to catch her attention.]

This is from you? Does that mean you know a way out?

[beatupgrass]

Yeah, fair point. These guards don't suffer jackasses well, but you won't find shit if you get shot down by one of them drones up there.

[He points to the circling, hovering robots.]

'Course it's from me. Who else here has been to a maximum security prison that was clearly not designed with Earth aesthetics in mind?

[A beat] ...Don't answer that. Yes, it's me, and yes I know how to get out.

[choosetruth]

Great. Let's get on with it.

[The sooner they're out of there, the sooner she and Shaun can stop being confined in separate cells at night.]

[beatupgrass]

I'm gonna need a few things. [He tics off on his fingers.] One of the guards' wristbands and... Uh... A battery.

[He screws up his face in consternation, muzzle wrinkling.]

[choosetruth]

A battery. [She waits for more details than that. Finally she prompts:]

What kind? How strong?

[beatupgrass]

Shhshh. I'm thinking.

[well, he's racking his brain is more accurate. It was a very, very specific kind of battery, and he just can't remember the name. ]

It's, uh... It's one of the big ones...

[choosetruth]

...it's your lost word, isn't it?

[Rocket's never struck her as someone particularly absent-minded. Especially when it comes to tech. Extra especially when it comes to tech from a prison break he's already managed.]

[beatupgrass]

No, it's-

[He almost says it. He can picture it so clearly in his mind and yet when he tries to recall it, it just won't come and that... has to be it.]

Shit. How is that fair?

[choosetruth]

[That's what she thought. She gives a hint of a nod, expression blank as usual, but her eyes are soft and sympathetic without her glasses to hide behind.]

Like Wonderland's ever been concerned about fair.

[beatupgrass]

[He glances behind him, notes the expression on her face, and then turns away.]

Y'know, you look real weird without your glasses, Georgie.

[choosetruth]

[She raises an eyebrow.]

You always look weird.

[beatupgrass]

Yeah, yeah. [He says it mockingly.] Anyway, I'm gonna need to figure out how this is gonna work without that... one frickin' thing. [He runs a hand over his face.] So much for breaking my record.

[choosetruth]

If it would even count like this. [She leans against the wall, looking out into the crowd.] You'd just be escaping into another prison.