+ 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

III General Cell Mate stuff

[suspense_kills_me]

[Red's sitting very calmly against the back wall of the cell. Treason's the crime he's been accused of, one he has committed, but he doesn't remember committing it here. He's dressed in his usual three piece suit and fedora.]

I'm surprised children are in this prison.

[powerofmabel]

Pssh. I've been in jail before, man. [Mabel crosses her arms over her chest and nods to Stan who is currently open-mouth snoring in a corner. She is the most serious right now. It's kind of adorable.] Accomplice to a criminal mastermind.

[The trick to prison is by making sure you don't give off that "new fish" vibe or so goes her experiences with Stan.]

[suspense_kills_me]

[It is kind of adorable, and it also earns her a raised eyebrow which says, Red doesn't believe a single thing she's telling him.]

I see, and what did you accompany him to do?

[powerofmabel]

[She levels her gaze and says, simply:] Counterfeiting.

[suspense_kills_me]

What were you counterfeiting?

[Because he knows the sentence for counterfeiting. It's why he had to be so careful with where he hid the master plates he stole from the Treasury.]

[powerofmabel]

Money. And Grunkle Stan really doesn't get that Benjamin Franklin does look like an old woman, so Dipper and me were nailing it.

/Threadjacks, feel free to just ignore his whining.

[charlastan]

[At first he was sincerely touched when Mabel called him a criminal mastermind in front of his new and much cooler criminal pal, but that feeling is fading fast as she goes on.]

I can hear you, y'know. We're all literally five feet away from each other in here, Pumpkin.

[suspense_kills_me]

I don't disagree with her, counterfeiting is something of an art.

[He'd know, Mary the housewife was an artist, even if she did do most of the work out of her laundry room.]

Also, five feet is a fairly generous amount of space...

[powerofmabel]

Grunkle Stan's old and hard of hearing, but he can hear you talk about money from three miles away. It's his superpower.

[She waves in Stan's direction. HI, GRUNKLE STAN. WE'RE CELL MATES ISN'T THIS GREAT???]

[charlastan]

Heh. Good counterfeiting is an art, but you'd be amazed at some of the stuff I've managed to pass off as money over the years!

[He's not going to pretend he's some kind of good artist, but there's a certain amount of fun in selling someone a piece of crap and calling it a candy bar.

He grins at Mabel though, and puts hand up to his ear.]

WHAT WAS THAT? I could've sworn you were sassing me, but I couldn't hear it over you casually mentioning money!

[suspense_kills_me]

[Ok that makes him laugh.]

I agree with you, but what did he think he looked like?