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The Heads (the_heads) wrote in indarkness_logs,
@ 2010-08-13 22:29:00

Entry tags:

!complete, !experiment, !lottery, 2032 08, gregory house, jaime davies, spike spiegel, violet baudelaire

RP: Lottery Winners
Characters: Jaime, Spike, Violet, House
Time/Date: Noon, August 14
Location: Room 1006
Warnings/Rating: None
Summary: The lottery winners meet
Status: Complete-ish
Notes: It is suggested you track this, so you know when it's your turn.
The "this" link should work, because I spent like, an hour trying to get it to function. If it doesn't, hit me up and I'll link to a download site. It is a .wav file, so as long as you've got quicktime or something that plays .wavs, you should be all set. Also, I'm not going to fuss toooooo much about posting order since we do have such whacky schedules; just do what you can.

When the "winners" arrive at the designated room, the door is ajar but not open.

The room has the standard layout, though instead of the usual furnishings (bed, dresser, nightstand, etc), there are four card tables arranged in the center of the room. Each table has a folded paper placard bearing the name of each winner. Behind each placard is a small pile of puzzle pieces, roughly 45-50 pieces.

House's puzzle
Jaime's puzzle
Spike's puzzle
Violet's puzzle

There is nothing else of interest within the room save the tables and the puzzle pieces. The bathroom and closets are all empty save for the absolute basic fixtures. When the lottery winners first come in, there is classical/elevator music playing softly through the speakers in the room. Roughly 10 minutes in, they hear this. It is repeated every 20 minutes until the winners leave the room.

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lunkhead
2010-08-16 05:38 am UTC (link)

Spike had to agree that blocking the door open was a little bit of a paranoid move, but he certainly didn't object to the idea. For all anyone knew, the door could have some sort of air-tight locking system hidden in it - one that couldn't easily be broken down or shot through. Better safe than sorry, especially when dealing with psychopathic abductors.

He found the table meant for him and sighed in slight agitation. Really. They'd won puzzles? Granted, he had nothing better to do; but he wasn't exactly thrilled about being called away to put together a puzzle. And it seemed to be a fairly easy one, judging by the relatively small number of pieces.

"An IQ test?" Spike glanced toward Violet then back toward the puzzle pieces, which he spread out individually. "They'd have to think we were idiots..." He found the edge pieces and began assembling them, choosing first to work with the top row - corner to corner. Why he even bothered to play into what he assumed to be a trivial game, he wasn't sure. Perhaps it was the curiosity to see if something deeper laid beneath the surface. After all, the assembled puzzles could be part of a larger puzzle... Or they could just be a means with which to waste their time.

"Maybe they're buying time to steal more stuff from our rooms," he suggested, only partially joking.

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finder
2010-08-16 05:54 am UTC (link)

"Oh sh--shoot," Jaime said when Spike mentioned them buying time to steal things. Watching her language was hard, but she really didn't want to further corrupt Violet more than this place already had. She did flash House a smile when he propped the door open before she moved to regard her puzzle.

She did peer at the others puzzles as they worked, and sighed before she started on her own. "I don't know. I mean. IQ test? See if you can put together a ... what, elementary school puzzle?" She didn't get this, at all. It wasn't forms, but it was still kind of dumb.

Lapsing into silence, she frowned as she heard the music pause, and then Mal's voice. Very definitely Mal's voice, though what he was saying didn't make any sense. "M..." she started to say as she lifted her eyes toward the door. It was open, but he wasn't there ... and then she caught on that it wasn't actually Mal talking, because the voices had shifted to two she didn't recognize. So it was a recording of Mal, and Jaime did not appreciate the panic that shot through her gut. What if she was up here while they did something to Mal?

She inhaled kind of sharply before she swallowed hard. "Well, that was ... pleasant," she muttered in response to the recording. Her hands were shaking and she pressed them against the table. Maybe puzzles weren't the reason they were up here. She ached to put out a message to him, to make sure he was all right, but what was to say their captors wouldn't be the ones responding?

Jaime swallowed again, and lifted her hands only to wrap them around her middle. She hadn't wanted to come up in the first place, and what if she hadn't 'won' any damn thing but they'd done it deliberately? She hadn't thought they could find anything to break her, not like they could with Lily, but clearly they'd picked up on her stupid little girl crush on Mal, and were exploiting that.

She wondered what they were going to try to break Tyler with, and she batted her sleeve across her eyes before she tried to focus on her stupid damn puzzle.

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house_call
2010-08-16 08:18 pm UTC (link)

He didn't know what was worse. The fact that the recording started to play, or the fact that he finished his puzzle in the middle of it. Greg stared down at the simple image of rifles in a case, and along with the recording, House felt an undeniable shiver dripping down his spine. He had no idea what reavers were, but he was FAR from stupid. Something was going to happen. He didn't know what, he didn't know where, and he had no idea who was going to be involved, but the fact that the four of them were picked out of this couldn't have been a good sign.

He was sure that their captors liked to play with their toys... switching clothing, twisted videos... but he didn't think that they would kill anyone. However, when he glanced over and started to see what the other puzzles were forming... pieces of weaponry here and there... he wasn't so sure.

For the first time, House was frightened to be there.

The voice of the recording was echoing through his mind and he stared over at the others, waiting for them to finish in silence... Reavers? From the recording, they didn't seem like nice creatures... it could be a bluff. But then again, the assholes who brought them here in the first place hadn't bluffed yet. They did everything they said they would...

"They're guns." He finally said aloud, but he waited for everyone to get close enough where they practically knew what it was anyway. "They're all weapons. Except..." His eyes slowly moved over to Jaime's puzzle, and his eyes widened before he walked over to her... he kept a distance, but looked over her shoulder as she worked. "...What the hell is THAT?"

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science_violet
2010-08-16 10:11 pm UTC (link)

"Weapons on this one too." Violet finally spoke once she finished her own puzzle. "It can not be Count Olaf." her voice trailed off thanks to a wave of bad memories. "But this looks to be a photo of a shotgun." she finally was able to speak after trying to unravel things in her mind. That was when she had a brainstorm of sorts.

"If nobody minds me asking does anyone use these sort of weapons on a daily basis? I'm just a science geek so I don't unless homemade inventions and weapons count." she simply started.

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lunkhead
2010-08-17 05:14 am UTC (link)

"Nice cover," Spike teased, amused at Jaime's self-censoring. He guessed it had something to do with the younger girl, but didn't really care enough to ask or challenge the behavior. He just went back to toying with the puzzle pieces, sliding them into their proper places. Though he was quick and the puzzle itself was fairly easy, he wasn't quite through when the music shifted into voices.

Something about the recording made him uneasy, and Jamie's near-reaction to the first voice didn't go unnoticed. He shifted uncomfortably, fighting the sudden chill that ran up his spine. Maybe it was all a head game, and he'd really like to believe it was, but given their captors' track record and the videos... He assumed there had to be some reason to not just brush it off as insignificant. Maybe it had nothing to do with them. Maybe it was some sort of glimpse into the pasts of other captives. But... maybe it was something more important. There were too many possibilities, so he did as usual and chose not to think about it. Or at least to try not to think about it.

Spike finished putting the puzzle together, keeping a vague watch on Jamie at the same time. Though they weren't necessarily well-acquainted enough to be friends, he knew enough about the girl to hate seeing her so distraught. She was the unbreakable one, and he didn't like seeing her resolve falter. He waited until he thought she might see him and offered a sympathetic sort of glance... before turning his attention back to the puzzle as if he'd done no such thing.

"Looks like a grenade launcher," he announced while putting the final few pieces into place. He wasn't completely sure, but from what he did know and a couple of educated guesses, it seemed about right. He stepped back and looked at House's puzzle, feeling just a little like the jerks in charge were just taunting them with images of what they'd love to have... Until, of course, attention was drawn to Jaime's puzzle.

He joined House by Jaime's table, though he got a little closer, and just... stared. "No clue," he muttered, running a hand through his hair in confusion. Whatever it was, he had a feeling that he wouldn't want to meet it. Or encounter it. Or whatever one did to things which looked like that before the image was even completely pieced together.

After only a short while, Spike wandered over to Violet's table instead, looking at her puzzle curiously. "That's... a pistol..." He didn't feel like too much of an ass for correcting her, but he had to wonder just where she came from or how stressed she was to make that sort of mistake. Maybe she was just nervous or from an existence where guns were very rare. He half-shrugged, not particularly caring about that detail, either.

He considered the question for a second, then added, "I always have one with me."

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finder
2010-08-17 05:35 am UTC (link)

Realizing everyone was done and she was maybe half-done - though she had enough of the picture together that she didn't like it - she hurried to finish hers. Her hands were still a little shaky, her thoughts drifting to Mal, her eyes darting to the door. She didn't like this, and her gut twisted uncomfortably.

Once she'd finished, she studied her puzzle before she pulled out her Blackberry. She snapped a picture of hers before she moved to look at the other puzzles, taking pictures of those. She thought she'd pop them up on the network, maybe see if they made sense to anyone else.

"So ... guns, bullets, grenade launchers, and ... whatever my puzzle was." She wondered if her puzzle was reavers. If that's what they were being warned about. If that's what they were coming up against. When? Now? Tomorrow? Next week? Never, and the captors were just fucking with them?

"Paints a pretty picture, doesn't it?" she managed to get out before she rubbed at her eyes again. Putting her phone away, she wrapped her arms around herself and looked to the rest of them a little helplessly. She did gesture a little toward her puzzle so they could go see the other half of it. The half that hadn't been completely finished.

"Anyone have any thoughts?" she asked weakly. "I mean ... what ... is it just ... hey, we're throwing those things at you, don't you wish you had some guns? Or do you think ... it's just another headgame, like the video? It ..." Jaime licked her lips. "It was Mal's voice, on ... on the recording. It ... the first voice, I mean. I don't ... recognize the other two, but ... maybe ... they're ... some of his crew or something. I don't ... I don't know."

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house_call
2010-08-17 05:46 am UTC (link)

He didn't know what to think. He didn't know what to SAY. But when the other male in the room answered his question he couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "Whatever it is, I don't like it." He stood straight to give the girl; Jaime? Room to stand, and he backed up to let her take the pictures that she wanted to. His eyes didn't move from the puzzle... and he moved forward, his hand automatically moving out and slowly moving the remaining pieces in place, staring at the disfigured faces that glared and screamed up at him.

He pressed the last piece in place with his thumb and he stepped back slowly, and in that moment he realized that he made a terrible mistake... he underestimated his captors. Greatly. Greg never had a bad feeling about his own well being, even when he was taking the drugs that he was taking, but right now, he felt very sure that he was in danger. He could have been wrong... he HOPED that he was wrong... but whoever was keeping them in their guinea pig cage seemed to be preparing them for something terrible. And what the hell were they going to do, throw puzzle pieces at it?

"Well whoever the hell Mal is, someone better get into contact with him because apparently hes the only one who knows what... THAT is. And we really need to find OUT what that is before THAT finds us first..." He looked at the rest of them, staring for a long moment. "...You don't think they would send it after us.... right...?" They had screwed with everyones heads but... THIS... was way too far. physical danger?

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	science_violet 2010-08-17 04:08 pm UTC (link)
	"Neither do I." Violet's voice trailed off, not many knew about Count Olaf and it showed. "This does not scream Olaf so I must agree with Dr.House on this one, the more info and the sooner the better." she simply stated. She was also too scared to even state what else was going on inside her head. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

lunkhead
2010-08-18 04:20 am UTC (link)

Spike wasn't quite sure whether something so... disturbing could even be real, but if Jaime knew the first speaker in the recording, it was possible. Assuming that her puzzle was an accurate portrayal of the so-called 'reavers.' He didn't know, and really he didn't completely want to know. This whole thing was getting rather creepy, to the point that even he had to question just what would happen. Somehow, he found it impossible to believe that their captors would be happy with simple mind games forever.

"I think they would," he said, looking straight at the other man when he spoke. "Would you settle for idle threats when given the opportunity to play God?"

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finder
2010-08-18 05:05 am UTC (link)

"I'll talk to him," Jaime said. "See what I can find out and ... talk to Lily and Tyler and ... I guess ... I guess we'll go from there," she said dully. Because what else was there to do? They knew nothing, but this had to be a warning. A chance, however small, for them to get together and perhaps prepare to defend.

"So ... I guess ..." Jaime shrugged her shoulders and looked around. "I guess this is it, right?" They'd put together the puzzles and heard the stupid recording. What else was there?

"I'll ... one of us will ... if we find anything out. We'll put it up on the network." That said, she turned toward the door. She did wait in case anything had any parting words, but otherwise ... she wanted to see Mal, and not just to talk to him about his voice on the recording.

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house_call
2010-08-18 05:17 am UTC (link)

Greg paused at the mans question... and for the first time his eyes rose and met Spike's face-on, giving him direct contact before saying, "No. If I had the chance to play God with a few insects... I would see just how fast they would run for me before I disposed of them out of boredom. ...And I say that because apparently that's all we are here." His voice became a mutter under his own breath, and he finished more to himself than the others as he stared down at the finished puzzle. "Fucking insects."

He swallowed hard, and when Jaime went to leave he found no reason to stay. He turned, and he started to walk towards the door, before he said aloud to them all, "I think that's a good idea. Just... keep everyone updated, and obviously spread the word. ...Something might be coming. I don't know what the hell it is, but it looks like it could kill someone, and I think I speak for all of us when I say that we want to avoid that as much as possible."

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