[Hiling can be seen lounging on one of the couches in the common room of the shelter. There is a game console controller in her hands and the sounds of shotgun blasts and demonic roars can be heard in the background. She doesn't seem to have any difficulty dividing her attention between the game and the communicator.]

Cute little device we've got here. So this is how we're supposed to communicate? It'll do, I suppose... Aside from the sickness I hear is going around, this place doesn't seem so bad. Though I'm definitely looking forward to getting this thing off. [She quickly glances down at the ball and chain with a bit of a scowl before returning her gaze to the television screen.] What a pain!

The clock tower has tolled, signaling the late hours, and the artificial sunshine fades as usual...

Except-- the prison never really goes dark.

Only a moment of normal facility nighttime is present before the dim street lights flicker and die-- much as they've done for the past few nights-- and a soft illumination appears across the dome, blanketing it like a nightlight.

Luminescent markings run through the interior of the shelter, down to the lowest levels.

Intricate designs and writings are etched into the ground outside, they scale buildings and extend to the utmost reaches of the facility; like a massive spiderweb to trap all inhabitants.


Yet it does nothing.

It simply waits for morning to come.


[[ooc: Sorry for lateness. Info here-- there are some edits-- and any questions for me go there too, or catch me on AIM. I have to go out now, but I will be back :|b Event end, so go at it /o/]]