+ 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

b.

[keephersafe]

[This place is loud and R hates it. He spends a lot of his time in the cell, thankful for once that while Living, he still hasn't fully worked out what being hungry is. As if what he was supposed to be in here for isn't bad enough (and he can't even deny that he's done it).

It takes him at least a day to identify the feeling rolling around in his gut as nausea. A little longer to realise that it isn't this place, exactly, that's causing it. He's tired, and his body is reacting to the pressure and stress by feeling constantly, subtly sick.

He's taking a rare moment outside of the cell, sequestered in a quieter corner of one of the open areas when he hears Grendel speak.]

Not Fuckeye? [R mutters, glancing up (and up, and up) at the other individuals considerable bulk.]

[oneagainstall]

[Grendel eyes R a little. There's something off about him, but Grendel can't put his finger on it. But then, there's something exceptionally off about Grendel himself. He's in no place to judge at all.

He lets out a low, rumbling laugh, like thunder on a distant horizon. ]

Don't you think that's too on the nose?

[keephersafe]

[R leans out again, looking carefully at the guard. He seems to be considering his reply quite deeply, taking everything about the situation in before he decides to respond.

It's not quite that complicated.]

... Mm. Nose looks fine. [He comments. It's hard to tell if it's a joke or not, if you don't notice the way one corner of his mouth twitches up. R isn't always funny, but when he is, he tends to realise he's doing it.

At least, when he's doing it on purpose, and not just committing weird social faux pas.]

[oneagainstall]

[He lets out a 'heh', good one, good one. ]

I mean, we could always throw a fuckin' chair at it. It won't be fine then.

[Because that's a real sign of camaraderie, right? Smacking in prison guard's faces with chairs? Sure it is. ]

[keephersafe]

[Oh, did he make a funny? Look at him go, cracking jokes and everything. R makes a soft noise of thought at the suggestion, glancing over to the nearest chairs.]

Probably not... a good idea.

[He's seen what happens to the prisoners who start fights.]

[oneagainstall]

Yeah, probably end fuckin' bad for everyone involved. It's a nice thought though.

[A 'nice' thought. Good old violence. ]

Not fuckin' thrilled about sitting around waiting for this shit to finish.

[keephersafe]

Yeah...

[It's not the best place to be, but R has managed to avoid anyone's ire so far. It probably won't last, given his tendency towards being non-combative unless severely threatened, but for now, he's content to all but hide in a corner.

Having this guy standing next to him will probably help for the moment.]

Could be... worse. Nothing trying to kill us... much.

[oneagainstall]

[Grendel is always a big help in that department. ]

At the moment, anyway. You never know when that can fuckin' change.

[keephersafe]

[A nod. He's not wrong. Uh... whatever he is.

R's trying very hard not to stare.]

Haven't... seen you before...

[He feels like he would have noticed.]

[oneagainstall]

[At least he doesn't seem that perturbed by the staring. ]

Yeah, well. I don't always look like this. I'm like this because my fuckin' glamour stopped working. Normally, I look pretty damn human.

[keephersafe]

[He cocks his head just slightly, but doesn't press further. The context gives enough clues and it's just another piece of magic that he has to get his head around.]

So... [The question comes up like it's being drawn through tar.] Have I seen you before..?

[oneagainstall]

I dunno. Maybe.

[Gren doesn't always notice everyone around him, until they become important to me. ]

I look like a regular human guy, with the glamour. 'Cept for the missing fuckin' arm. That's a thing no matter what.

[keephersafe]

[Missing arm? R feels like he'd remember a missing arm, but then, the things his mind chooses to lock down as worthy of remembering don't often hold the kind of priority that other people would expect.]

Mm... don't remember. [It's easy to miss people when you keep to yourself as much as R does.]

What's your name?

[oneagainstall]

Eh, it's a big mansion.

[He shrugs to show no hard feelings. ]

Grendel. Gren.

[keephersafe]

[A small nod. No hard feelings. Good! He's right - it is a big mansion, and R has found himself lost more than once. No change there.]

I'm R. Good t... to meet you. [He thinks. Despite the outward appearance the overall first impression hasn't been too bad.

Grendel kind of reminds him of his friend M.]

[oneagainstall]

Really, huh?

[He's never going to be used to people saying that. Back home, most Fables consider it their worst possible luck to come across Gren on any particular day. People thinking it's good to come across him is still a novelty. ]

Likewise, I guess.

[keephersafe]

[A small nod. In R's world, it's just very pleasant to meet anyone who will hold a conversation with him without asking why he looks kind of like a corpse.

R shifts where he's sitting, leaning around Gren's considerable bulk to peer at the guard he was considering throwing something out.]

Still thinking of doing something... about him?

[oneagainstall]

[Gren squints are the guard in question, a rumbling sigh coming out of him. ]

I'd really fuckin' like to- just to see what would happen. Don't know if you don't try, right?

[keephersafe]

[Shrug.

He's not wrong, but R isn't about to start throwing chairs at people. It isn't generally looked on well. Grendel, though? Grendel looks like he can take care of himself if shit hits the fan.]

... You do you.

[oneagainstall]

[He flashes a toothy grin.]

I am good at doin' me.

[And off he heads, in order to try and smack a guard's head in with his big old claw-hand. It works about as well as can be imagined, with the others swarming him in seconds with their batons to shock him down.

Good try, Gren. Points for effort. ]

[keephersafe]

[Ah, well then.

R just sits and watches, wincing in something like sympathy as Grendel is summarily taken down by several of the guards. He'll go over to give him a hand up if they leave him there once they've subdued him, but if it's solitary for a while...

Well, good try, Gren.]

[oneagainstall]

[You're a good egg, R. Gren stumbles back up, not taking the offered hand, but certainly not telling R to go fuck himself for offering either. Baby steps. ]

...Well, that didn't go the way I thought it fuckin' would.

[keephersafe]

[He tries his best. At least he wouldn't have been terribly put off if Gren had told him to go fuck himself (it wouldn't be the worst thing that had ever happened to him, in all honesty.]

I could tell. [R says, shaking his head slightly.] You okay..?

[oneagainstall]

[He rubs the back of his head with a groan. ]

Yeah, I've had worse. Still, real bullshit not being able to fuck 'em over.

[keephersafe]

[R grins slightly. It's a little awkward, but the humour behind it is real. He might... stick with this guy, for a bit. If he doesn't mind.]

Looked like you had them... for a second.