+ 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

[postictal]

I just mean that once they let us outta here, it'll make things easier to get out, period.

[He glances in the direction of their other cellmates, somewhat warily.] Who're we rooming with?

[townwithoutme]

[Kayo has been listening quietly and has been fairly calm so far. When the guards come around she's more tense, but in moments when she's alone with her cellmates she has just been keeping her head down and trying to stay out of the way.

She wasn't expecting anyone to potentially bring her into this planning though, and it catches her off guard. Very tentatively, she raises her hand. She's here.]

...We keep winding up together.

[thevulnerability]

[ Chloe manages to resist the urge to coddle Georgia. She recognizes that look on her face (or maybe, more accurately, doesn't recognize it, and that's what concerns her so much), but George wouldn't appreciate Chloe mom-ing her at the moment. There will be plenty of time for that later. Probably.

She's plants herself near the bars, trying to catch a glimpse of anyone else, especially Lucifer. She isn't getting her hopes up, though. ]

At least we're not in solitary. [ Even for the introverted Chloe, being shoved in a small cell with other people seems less like hell than spending four days in a dark room, alone. ] He's right, though. [ She gestures to Tim as she turns around. ] It looks like we're not cooped up here for good.

[postictal]

[No one's happy to be here, he's certain, but he also knows better than to try and comfort George with hopeless platitudes. She takes comfort in more tangible pursuits, like having a plan.]

Yeah, small miracles. [It's mostly said dryly, but he thinks he recognizes the kid in the corner. She was with Satoru when they all headed Mirrorside, and...promptly lost track of the kids. The memory alone is enough to make him wince.]

You went Mirrorside with us. It's...Kayo, right? I'm Tim. [He adds mostly for the benefit of the cellmates he doesn't recognize.]

[townwithoutme]

[From Kayo's perspective, it was more like they ditched the adults to go find out more about their Mirror selves, so she doesn't seem to harbor any resentment over it.]

Mm. When we found the Rabbit Hole. It's nice to meet you.

[It both does and doesn't feel like the right thing to say here, but it's the polite cookie-cutter answer that follows an introduction. She shrugs, acknowledging the awkwardness head on.]

...Again, I guess.

[choosetruth]

Chloe. [It's said both as greeting and introduction. She doesn't know if Tim and Kayo know her. She clenches her fists, her blunt nails digging into her palms. She's okay. She can handle this.] Not a bad selection of allies.

[Even if they're short one Shaun.]

[thevulnerability]

At least most of us have met one way or another. [ She nods a greeting to both Tim and Kayo before pulling herself away from the bars and moving to sit down next to George. She doesn't sit too close to her, but she's there. Chloe knows how hard being separated from Shaun is on her; plus, if she concentrates on Georgia, she can ignore how worried she is about Lucifer. ]

I mean, this has to be way less freaky than going Mirrorside, right?

[postictal]

[Well, hey. At least if they die here they don't sink all five deaths in one go. He offers Kayo and Chloe both a two-fingered wave before shooting a look between the bars, wondering if there's a fucking clock anywhere.]

In some ways, I guess. Kinda could do without being locked up. [He's not the only one, he knows, who has issues with being kept contained like this.]

[choosetruth]

I like going Mirrorside. It's interesting. And useful. [Georgia glares at the bars.] This is neither of those things.

[townwithoutme]

And we would have a better idea how to leave Mirrorside than here.

[Kayo leaves her thoughts on Mirrorside out of it. The point still stands without them - a Mirror could look at their reflection and their Real would switch back, or they could look for the Rabbit Hole. They don't exactly have that going for them in jail.]

[thevulnerability]

Great, everyone's been Mirrorside. I'm not feeling left out at all.

[ The slightest smile tugs at the corner of her mouth; she is trying to make a joke and maybe help break the tension a little. ]

[postictal]

At least this is safer. Kinda. [For certain definitions of the word. While they can’t get out, nothing can exactly get to them, either. That counts for something.]

Anyone recognize this place? Any idea whose world this is?

[townwithoutme]

[Kayo shakes her head.]

It doesn't look familiar.

[Though, no one was probably expecting her to think it was. She just turned 12 in Wonderland. Jail isn't going to be familiar to her either way.]

[choosetruth]

It's a prison. Lots of people here have probably been to some sort of prison.

[She turns, trying to get a better look at their surroundings outside the cell.]

Could be Rocket. He likes to brag about how many prisons he's broken out of.

[thevulnerability]

Doesn't look like any of our prisons so unless this is what going to Hell is like, it's not my world.

[ Lucifer would know, obviously, but he's not here to ask. ]

[postictal]

Anyone have anything on their person?

[All he's got is his pills, which - you know, that's nice, but not overly helpful in the way of actually getting out.]

They didn't take everything I had, so if they left anything on anyone else...

[townwithoutme]

[She checks her pockets to be polite, but she already knows the answer.]

I don't have anything. Sorry.

[To be fair, she probably wouldn't have had anything helpful under normal circumstances either.]

[choosetruth]

[George doesn't need to check her pockets. She can feel the absence of a gun as acutely as if she were missing a limb. She looks at Tim.]

What do you have?

[It's Tim, so she doesn't exactly expect something useful, but it's worth asking.]

[postictal]

[Wordless, he holds up a familiar orange bottle, and gives it a shake. It rattles.]

So I guess we're not completely screwed, at least.

[thevulnerability]

Unsurprisingly, they didn't let me keep my gun.

[ Not that Chloe thinks it would be useful in this situation, anyway. ]

What's in the bottle?

[postictal]

Medicine.

[He meets George's eyes as he says it, and tucks it back into the pocket of his prison-issue pants. That seems to be as specific as he wants to get in present company.]

I guess they don't want anyone withdrawing in while they're in here, so that's nice. [It's more that he suspects Wonderland has allowed for that caveat, rather than it being a characteristic intrinsic to the prison itself, but it hardly matters.]

[choosetruth]

[George gives the barest hint of a nod. She knows what's in it. Very precisely what's in it, actually, since she traded away a memory for the prescription. She isn't about to go into more detail either.]

I didn't get to keep my sunglasses, but they're not medically necessary anymore.

[townwithoutme]

[So, no one has anything useful, including herself. Cool. Awesome.]

So, what do we do now? How do we escape?

[thevulnerability]

[ Chloe isn't interested in pushing anyone for private medical information, so she goes back to checking out their cell and chewing the inside of her lip thoughtfully. ]

We probably don't. Let's face it, the only way we're getting out of here is if Wonderland wants us to. [ Of course, this is Chloe, so that defeatist attitude probably isn't going to stick. ] Do you see vents anywhere? Holes in the walls or anything?

[postictal]

That can't be the entire event. Aside from a change in scenery, how's this any different from the norm?

[They're always being kept in some place without any immediate means of escape; whatever the backdrop might say, the mansion is still its own form of prison.]

[Regardless, Tim starts searching for exactly that - some kind of weakness in the structural integrity of their cell - fingertips roaming over whatever metallic composite comprises the walls and floor.]