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Tweak says, "Our last best hope for victory"

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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jack_and_rum
2009-06-26 01:07 pm UTC (link)

Jack still had his hat to his chest, his expression thoughtful as he glanced around the cave at the others. No one was paying him any attention so he was able to take stock without anyone asking for his help. He wasn't exactly the helping sort. He'd get his own tale out of a sticky situation but they could all fend for themselves as far as he was concerned. They were big, strong men. They could handle it.

When the terse man with the red hair growled something about not panicking, Jack took that as a cue to set his hat atop his head and wander toward the man, trudging through the water which was fast approacing the top of his boots. He stood shoulder to shoulder with the man, eying the room while leaning conspiratorially toward him.

"Which one do you figure will play hero by trying to make it bigger in hopes of swimming out?" He pointed a bit haphazardly around the room. "Here's a clue. Definitely will not be her," he said and made a face at the still unconscious Ammy.

Was that something in his hat? He looked up, half-expecting to see Barbossa's damned monkey but instead got a face full of water from a new crack in the ceiling. "Hm, not sea water," he spluttered and side-stepped the drizzle, moving very close to Rorschach as he did.

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fromgallifrey
2009-06-27 06:57 pm UTC (link)

The Doctor outwardly groaned as Logan's claws proved ineffective against what appeared to be mere concrete. Walking around the room now he pressed his ear against it, tapping as he moved along. He was going to figure out just what this deathtrap was made out of. They weren't under water, the water had to be piped in from some place. He was moving slowly as he caught what Gambit had said.

"No one will be drowning in this," his tone left nothing to argue about - and if those with chips on their shoulders saw fit to, the Doctor would happily ignore them. This wasn't like witty banter over the journals; no, this was real and he wouldn't dare waste his energy trying to convince someone that they either weren't or didn't want to die.

Another crack had formed in the ceiling and the Doctor was still going about his business. He was going to find where the weak spot was. It could be a door, it could be a hatch it could be where the pipe wasn't settled just so. He wasn't going to ask for help and he wasn't going to explain himself. He'd had enough of people questioning him. Now all he had to do was actually think and work.

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clawed_one
2009-06-27 09:08 pm UTC (link)

Logan gave first Gambit, then Harkness a long, grim-faced look.

He fucking HATED drowning. He fucking hated /cages/. He started prowling around the edges of the room, more or less ignoring everyone else because otherwise he'd bite someone's head off.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. He HATED this shit. He fought the temptation to punch the wall. Wouldn't do a damn bit of good, and with the way cracks were opening up ... might do harm. No need to drown faster.

Eventually, though, realizing there was nothing else he could do, he walked over to Ammy and hauled her up to a standing position ... even sitting up, she was in danger of drowning, what with her still being asleep. He propped her against one of the columns and used his own body weight to /keep/ her standing up.

"Wonder what the fuck they did to her that she's not wakin' up." He rumbled, to no one in particular.

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