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Tweak says, "Look what I did to my ID"

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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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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