+ 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

[beatupgrass]

I need an armband from one of the guards, too, but that might be risky unless you know how to stash a body.

[He runs his hands over the fur of his face, tugging down his eyelids.] And then maybe, just maybe, I can try every combination of battery there is and get us out probably about a second before the event ends.

[mucked]

-- What's stashing a body got to do with taking an armband?

[ she doesn't understand why what should be (to her mind) a simple theft might require quite so much violence. but she asks the question with an open mind, as someone keen to understand the pitfalls rather than one who's trying to poke holes. ]

[beatupgrass]

They're internally wired. [He finally turns around just enough to give her the full weight of his very serious stare and taps his arm.]

He'll survive it, but the yellin' and the screamin' might make things iffy for us.

[mucked]

-- Christ.

[ peggy is far from sympathetic towards the guards. after all, they've proven themselves to be massive knobheads already. beyond that -- she's not even certain they count as real people given the nature of wonderland's events. constructs, all of them, and yet something very human in her still tries to figure out how rocket's goal might be accomplished without too much unnecessary goring.

she tells herself it's for the sake of staying stealthy. ]

Got to love a job that comes with perks. [ the sarcasm coats her words like marmite -- bitter, and certainly not to everyone's taste. ] Don't tell me they have it done willingly.

[ careful where you step, now, carter. ]

[beatupgrass]

[Yeah, that's a landmine waiting to happen. Rocket's ears flick down slightly, his face twisting into an animal grimace that looks more like the beginning of a snarl.]

People don't typically get augmentations like that unless it's by choice. The Nova Corpsmen who take this job are a special kind of nasty and they're in it for the long haul. What's a little mutilation for a job that lets 'em do whatever they want basically?

[mucked]

[ reading and interpreting body language is something of an art even when your conversational partner shares your species. even so, there's no mistaking the prickle peggy finds in the look rocket gives her. she hesitates -- visibly -- and she betrays a look of her own: quiet calculation, wondering where she went wrong. ]

It takes a special sort of someone, doesn't it. [ but now her tone is measured. careful. ] What are the chances that getting an armband will actually make a difference this time around?

[ because the price has to be weighed, doesn't it? the trouble versus the potential gain. events are slippery things. ]

[beatupgrass]

They control the ins and outs of the whole place. Any plan anyone could have would start there. [He relaxes a bit, though he's still on guard, waiting for the topic to come up again.] You'd still need somethin' to wire it to since they're bio-electrical, and that's where the battery comes in.

[mucked]

The battery you can't remember.

[ and so they come full circle! peggy huffs. ]

Why won't any other battery suffice? Or did Wonderland steal that from you, too?

[beatupgrass]

It's the most powerful one in the prison. It'd have to be to work as well as a body's natural neurotransmitters, on top of being powerful enough to hack the entire grid. Anything else and it'd just short out.

[mucked]

[ peg rubs at the the back of her neck -- fussing briefly over the straight hair falling over her shoulders. her characteristic curls aren't natural ones, it seems, and there's no point in putting in the effort while they're in a prison. ]

Perhaps we can work backwards.

[ she puffs out a breath. she thinks. ]

What's in here, I wonder, that would drain the most power just to function? We could start looking there.

[beatupgrass]

After the life support? The watchtower, probably. [He scratches underneath his neck.] It's where I gotta break into, so draining all the power from that would negate the plan though. Um... maybe the main security systems.

[mucked]

[ life support can't be compromised. peggy understands that much, at least, if only due to explanations given to her by someone else. besides! the name makes it rather self explanatory, doesn't it? life support. ]

Alright. It's a start. [ her attention drifts down the hallway. she's itching to do something -- that much is obvious. ] Although I imagine the security systems aren't going to be all that accessible to inmates like us.

[beatupgrass]

We gotta get the battery last, I know that much. [He thunks a tiny fist against his forehead, still racking his brain.] I remember Groot yanked it out too early and threw the whole place into chaos.