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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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brokengirl
2009-06-23 06:54 pm UTC (link)

River had been in the gym when she passed out. She did not pay it no mind when it began to take over but rather gave in and closed her eyes. The pain in her arm was slowing to a numbness with unconciousness and River preferred that over what she had been feeling before. True she couldn't do much with her right arm since her calvical was shattered but it still felt nice to sleep for a minute...

The talking and sudden noise startled River. She awoke letting out a light scream and unfortunetly sat up way to fast. She tried to lean back only to succede in hitting her head against the wall behind her. She reached up with her left hand to rub at it and glance at the words across the room.

River glared daggers into the dark words knowing full well she was one of them. River was not as innocent as her brother, Simon, would have liked to believe. She once killed a man with simply a pen. She knew she could have done it with her mind but secretly River wanted the satisfaction of feeling him slip away beneath her hands.

She moved her head as her eyes darted from the nine others in the room with her. Although she had only met three of them she already knew the other's names just by one glance at them.

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demonboyking
2009-06-24 02:26 am UTC (link)

Sam awoke to the sound of a woman screaming, his mind immediately jumping to Shannon who had been right beside him a minute ago. He sat up quickly, immediately regretting it as a lightheaded feeling enveloped his brain and threatened to send him back to the ground. He gripped the side of his jeans, in an attempt to stay upright, becoming aware of the fact that he was no longer in the rubble of the museum.

He tried to think back to what had happened, but all he could remember was finding Domeki's body in the rubble and then the white light followed immediately after by darkness. He scanned the room, seeing familiar faces and others he hadn't seen before in the underground space. Shannon wasn't there and worry immediately took hold in the depths of his stomach. Where was she? Still at the museum? Or had they knocked him out and then taken her. If anything happened to her he'd never forgive himself for letting himself be taken out so easily. His eyes fell on the writing on the wall and he swallowed, a deep frown falling across his face.

He recognized George, River, Jack, The Doctor, the man with the red eyes called Gambit. He could pick out Rorschach thanks to his mask, but he had no idea who the guy who looked like a pirate might be, or the other man who looked jumpy.

When the lightheaded feeling passed and he was sure he wasn't going to fall over, Sam leaned forward, putting his hands between his bent knees. He looked at the Doctor, easily the only other captive he trusted implicitly. "Any ideas where we might be?" He asked.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-24 02:44 am UTC (link)

The poor Doctor wouldn't get a chance to answer Sam's question, because Gambit was lifting his journal into the air and shaking it some to get Sam's attention, but remained laying lazily on his back.

"Sam. 'De girlfrien' wan' you t' call her when you ain' dea'. You go' your book?" It was Remy's lazy way of saying that if Sam didn't have his journal, he was welcome to borrow his. Because having a pretty blonde girl with claws sharper than Logan's mad at him? Not something he wanted. Not at all.

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capt_harkness
2009-06-24 08:25 am UTC (link)

Jack rolled his eyes in Gambit's direction, ignoring the jab about the 'little missus'. Whatever. He wasn't in the mood to get up in arms about things right now and if he did, well -- it would end up in a similar state to the barn raising yesterday.

In a smaller space with nowhere to escape to and cool off? Not exactly Jack's idea of a good time. So he kept his tongue and satisfied himself with a roll of the eyes. It would have to do.

"No idea," Jack replied, looking over at Sam. "The assumption is underground but there's no way to know for sure. See no windows and we think we have to be underground." Strangely, though, Jack felt at home here. Felt like the Hub.

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jack_and_rum
2009-06-24 05:58 pm UTC (link)

Jack had wandered away into a dark corner of the cave, thinking all the while that maybe he was somewhere on the Isle de Muerte, lost in the treasure caves. Maybe he was finally back in familiar territory. It was nice to think so and perhaps the black magic of that place had been some kind of dream. Though the people around him were all dressed strangely so it was possible he was still stuck wherever he'd been.

All the same, he wanted his rum so he continued looking around the edges of the wall, hoping it had fallen and rolled there. Safe and sound to be found and prized again.

It took him a moment to realize the trickling sound he was hearing wasn't one of the barbarians behind him relieving himself but something worse.

"'Scuse me," he called out, turning around a bit quickly with a half-flail of his arms. "Any of you think that should be happening?" he asked, pointing one ringed finger toward the water spilling in through a crack and spreading quickly toward his boot. He danced a few steps backward, bumping into the tall man with the long coat who had just finished talking.

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clawed_one
2009-06-24 06:05 pm UTC (link)

Pirate, right. Ok, he'd heard wierder.

"I could always try to dig us out, if this is just plain rock." He said, poking a wall with a finger. IF it was plain rock, his claws would go through like butter. But he was betting it wasn't going to be that easy. Gambit's scold ... most of which he hadn't understood thanks to the accent, he ignored completely.

He was right. The sound of dripping water, combined with Jack's yelp had him hustling over.

"Awww, fuck." He sounded more annoyed than anything else. "Fuck. Figures. Ok ... time to figure out how to get out of here before that gets worse."

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-24 06:19 pm UTC (link)

Gambit let out a breath when Other Jack started talking.. but he turned his head over to look at the man, lifting his eyebrows lazily. Until he saw the water. The mutant was pushing himself to sit up then, wincing a bit as he did. "Non." This was not going to happen to him. No way. He had no interest in being drown. Slowly, he pushed up to his feet, shrugging his ruined jacket off his back (there was a large burned oval in it, about two feet tall, and a foot wide, where it'd been ruined earlier today) and rolling his shoulder. He left behind a blood smear on the ground where he'd been laying, thanks to the gash in his shoulder from the wood (also from earlier today). The coat was left behind on the ground, leaving him just in his charred black tank-top, and Gambit moved smoothly from his side of the room, to the other side of the room where the crack was allowing the water in.

He moved past Other Jack without a glance at him, but was kneeling down in front of that wall, knees of his jeans soaking in the water as he leaned in to inspect the crack. That wasn't good.

"Merde." He pressed his hand over it to see if it would stem the flow, but the water just seeped out from under his palm. Another soft curse followed, and he was tugging off his tank-top (there you go, Proper Jack, and you could enjoy it too, George, no one would fault you) and pushing the tank-top up against the crack to try and stop the water. And it worked, for about thirty seconds, before the cloth just started getting wet.

"Non, don' t'ink 'dat shoul' be happenin', ami." He turned some, keeping his tank-top pressed there, and looked back over at Logan for a few long seconds, before he looked at the Doctor.

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jack_and_rum
2009-06-24 09:52 pm UTC (link)

More of the strange words and anger. Jack rolled his eyes heavenward at both men who had actually reacted to what he'd discovered. It was simply water though. He was well versed in water. Enjoyed water. Liked water a lot more than he liked being stuck here with these angry people. Why couldn't there be an amusingly simple Norrington type among them? He'd have given the entirety of one Cortez gold coin to someone who could attempt to behave as though the world weren't coming to an end over a crack in the wall with some water.

Standing back, Jack took his hat off and held it to his chest. "The Lord is my Shepherd I shall not want...." he intoned, his voice trailing off as the trickle of water turned into an all out roar, squeezing past strangely red haired man's shirt, sending the shirt sailing through the sky toward the unawakened woman. His eyes followed its arc and he wondered if he should go over and find out if she was still alive.

The water was more an interest though so he danced back a few more steps and smiled, watching things get a lot more complicated.

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