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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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fromgallifrey
2009-06-23 07:54 am UTC (link)

The floor was hard beneath the Doctor and his back certainly did not appreciate that fact. The muscles down his left side twinged as he took a deep breath and stirred. He certainly wasn't on the cracked cement of the Post Office floor as he'd expected to be. Even the Doctor, with his powers of endochrine regulation couldn't manage to keep himself from passing out. That said something. Something the Time Lord didn't like.

Pressing a palm to the smooth concrete beneath him the Doctor pushed himself upright, unconfortably turning to sit and lean back against the wall. The blue light, strangely, was almost comforting. Weird. Looking around he surveyed the occupants. He knew most of them, save the Asian girl and the man in the odd mask.

"Brilliant," he murmured blinking hard again to try and clear his senses. Whatever those string pullers had used had been strong and effective and it still continued to swim behind his eyes. The Doctor lapped at the roof of his mouth. "Is that... Is that... Hexachlorotridazine? You wreckless bastards, there's a reason that's been outlawed." He growled. Just what he needed, another reason to be in a bad mood.

The Doctor looked over the forms. He spied Gambit, giving the other a nod of acknowlegement and slid his eyes to George. At least she wasn't breeaking down, not that he had expected her to. The masked man seemed settled, too. Then there was Logan, practically frothing at the mouth. The Doctor knew nothing he would say could really fix that whole situation, so, he kept his opinion to himself. It was a cell. He didn't like them much, either. Though, he didn't feel the need to work himself up into a lather over it. He recognized River, crumpled up in a heap and wondered where they'd managed to find her. Sam, not in such a crumpled heap was laid out nearby. Then, of course, the Doctor spied Jack's gray coated form. Well, at least the Doctor didn't have to worry about whether or not he'd wake up.

"No one mourns the wicked?" Lip curl, knitted brow, and annoyed voice here.

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notgivingashit
2009-06-23 08:12 am UTC (link)

"The hell's Hexachlorotridazine?" George asked as she noticed yet another familiar face waking up. She was no longer worried, pretty soon the others probably would, too. She didn't make an effort to show the Doctor she had acknowledged him, especially since it was a bit too dark to notice smiles and nods, and George wasn't going to start squeaking ohmygodhello's at anyone.

"And I guess we're it." George told the Doctor, shrugging, after he read the writing on the wall out loud. It was pretty logical.

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	fromgallifrey 2009-06-23 09:02 am UTC (link)
	"Neuroparalyzer combined sedative. With the unfortunate side effect of inhibiting the hypothalmus of many species." The Doctor rubbed his aching head. "Nice seeing you made it through the quake, George." The Doctor smiled. "Well, I know I'm not wicked." Well, that was plain enough, wasn't it. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

ace_of_clubs
2009-06-23 11:52 am UTC (link)

When he noted the Doctor waking up, a smile curved his face, and the acknowledging nod was returned. Yes, Doctor, he'd seen you, and he was glad you were awake. But he still wasn't sitting up yet. Give him a few more minutes to enjoy just laying there. He'd fallen onto his sore shoulder and now it was throbbing. And whatever it was that had made him pass out in the first place was really messing with his stomach. He knew he was going to vomit if he stood up. And on top of that, the Cajun had only had sugar filled things since coming here. Twinkies. HoHos. Canned peaches. Canned pears. Donuts. Soda. And he'd been planning on eating that cake next, as he hadn't eaten all morning. But the cake was gone. And so was his sugar high. Which probably helped explain some of the upset stomach.

The thought made him chuckle softly from his spot on the floor. Oh, this was so wrong. He was just about done playing this game. It wasn't as much fun as it had been when he'd gotten here. Oh, his shoulder hurt, don't laugh too much, idiot.

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notgivingashit
2009-06-23 05:57 pm UTC (link)

"...Okay." Now, if only George knew what a hypothalmus was. Or if the journals had google, that would work too. She nodded courteously at the Doctor and smiled faintly. "You too."

Of course she had to laugh at him saying he wasn't wicked. "I guess that depends on the definition of wicked." she said, shrugging. Looking to her side at Gambit, George didn't know whether to be offended by his chuckling, or just amused. Maybe both. "The hell are you laughing about?" She asked softly.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-24 02:48 am UTC (link)

Gambit laughed louder when George asked him what he was laughing about, but he just flashed her that easy smile and turned his head, then lifted his eyebrows. "'Cause, petite, 'dis funny, oui? We in a room, in 'de cen'er o' 'de ear't," Not quite, but he'd always liked exaggerating, "An' 'dey gon' do 'xperimen's on us." And why was that funny? "I saw 'dis episo'e of 'de X-Files las' mon't. An' I can tell you, 'de goo' guys win."

But who were the good guys?

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