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Vas Captio Mods (vas_captio_mod) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-22 09:08:00

Entry tags:

!dropped, amaterasu, day 12, experiment, george lass, jack harkness, jack sparrow, location: detention cell, logan, remy lebeau, river tam, rorschach, sam winchester, the doctor (ten)

Day 12: Experiment
Who: Jack Harkness, The Doctor, Gambit, Logan, Rorschach, Sam Winchester, River, Ametarasu, George & Jack Sparrow
What: Day 12 Experiment, no posting order enforced - thread as the characters might interact naturally
When: 2pm
Where: Unknown
Rating: TBD
Status: DROPPED.

From wherever they were, at the exact moment of 2:00pm on Day 12, each of the 9 would find their sight slowly fading into a brilliant white. There would be no sensations beginning in their extremities and working inward in a fast tingling until it reached their core and suddenly they would be completely unconscious. A short time later, all would awaken in a large, open room about the size of a fast food restaurant. The walls are stone, as are the floors. Everything is lit by eery, blue glowing rods placed into carved grooves in the stone at intervals. There are no apparent doors and the ceiling is low. Natural columns support the low ceiling giving the impression that this room is underground.

Enjoy your stay. You might be here a while. At least that's what it would seem from the large letters on the west wall proclaiming, "No One Mourns the Wicked."

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notgivingashit
2009-06-22 10:44 am UTC (link)

George really shouldn't be feeling like smiling when he called her Petite and spoke in French. But she did. She did because, well, nobody she knew every spoke French, or with a Cajun accent, and it was just a bit amusing. Cute, maybe, too.

She had been sliding down the wall, still quite drowsy, so much so it was her upper back that was now propped up against the wall. Not exactly comfortable, but she didn't feel like moving.

"I know. I was checking too." Thank God she thought to herself. Somehow even a reaper was now thinking it was a little much for someone else to die. Looking around, she sighed. "So, um, I guess the lack of doors and windows - from what I can see, anyway - means we might as well not try to find a way out, huh?" Sitting ducks, all of them. Just like she had said before.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-22 02:21 pm UTC (link)

When she slid down to sit (and only once she was sitting) did Gambit speak up and stretch a hand out, pointing at the wall closest to him, just three feet away and to his left, so it pained him some to lift that arm. "Don' be a str'ng'r, mon ami, come an' si' by me, ain' gon' crane my neck t'keep lookin' at you." This, though, came with a smile that said he certainly would keep craning his neck, but that he didn't want to have to.

"Oui. No doors, no windows, no way ou'." Now that was the biggest lie (or, one of them, really) that the Cajun had told here. No doors and no windows had never stopped him from getting out of some place before. He made doors and windows. And if he felt like getting up wasn't going to make him vomit, he would have been up and walking around this place, looking for his escape right now. If anyone could find an exit, it was going to be Gambit. The others were smart enough to figure a way out, but if there was an exit, that Thief would be the one to find it.

"So 'dis is one 'dem experimen's, non? Ain' very good. Like a vaca'ion in here.. Nice an' cool.. s' quie'.. no one screamin' at me t' get up..." Yet. Because Logan hadn't awoken to give him a swift kick in the ribs and tell him to help them find a way out.

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notgivingashit
2009-06-22 03:58 pm UTC (link)

Rolling her eyes, George crawled over to where Gambit was lying down, and sat in the same position she had before, just next to his head. Observing him for a while without speaking, George tilted her head. "You're not looking so sharp." She pointed out.

After he commented on the lameness of this experiment, George snickered sarcastically. "Wait for it." Was all she said, looking up to the writing on the all again.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-22 05:39 pm UTC (link)

"Wha' you talkin' 'bou', Petite? I look fan'as'ic." He touched his right hand to his chest, as if to prove something by doing it. "Righ' as rain, ain' never been better. Je suis la merveille. Magnifique." He lifted his eyes to the ceiling then, bringing them away from her face so he could focus on the concrete that hovered over head.

"Je crois que je vais laisser tomber." Came the final part of that statement, before he turned his head and flashed that charming smile at her, quite sure that she had no idea what he'd just said, so it was easy to pretend that he'd said he was doing just fine. "Maybe we better wake up 'de ot'ers, non? 'Fore all 'de exci'men' star' wit'ou' 'dem."

[*Translation: I'm wonderful. Magnificent. - I think I'm going to throw up.]

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notgivingashit
2009-06-23 08:04 am UTC (link)

George snickered, but she wouldn't go against him. If he died, well...That would be too bad. Some of what he said in French she could guess what it meant in English, but not the whole phrase. "You think what?" That was the best she could do. And she didn't return his smile.

"You're way too excited to be here Gambit." George commented, shaking her head while she rolled her eyes.

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