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Vas Captio Mods ([info]vas_captio_mod) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-07-25 19:10:00

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Entry tags:!complete, day 17, experiment, location: theatre

Who: Open
What: Monitors placed around town. Please enjoy the entertainment presented to you, courtesy of TBTB
Where: The Theatre
When: Day 17 7:00am - close of day seventeen
Rating: TBA
Status: Active


A monitor appears outside the theatre.

Remy LeBeau and L. Lawliet are shown being cut apart by an unseen scalpel. This monitor is equipped with sound and their screams are quite audiable across town. The Speakers cannot be disabled or muffled.

All monitors are black and white and are familiar to those characters who took part in "panic room." All are labelled "our dear departed." Monitors will go black at precisely 4:24 PM where all characters on screen will die for everyone to see.



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[info]ex_darkchyld899
2009-07-29 05:11 pm UTC (link)
After reading the very abrupt person's description of what was happening to her only link to home, and where she could find the screen, Illyana raced to the theater as fast as she could. She had considered teleporting, but didn't want to broadcast to the whole place she could do that, and she didn't know how crowded it would be over there. She heard the screaming as she approached, and felt her stomach twist.

"Oh, God," she said, coming to a stop just in front of the television monitors. The person had said Gambit and an Asian boy, so she assumed the man with the longer hair had to be Gambit. It was worse than the simple statements had led her to imagine. She stared in horrified fascination at the monitors, jaw agape. She clenched her fists as she stared, partly in rage at the idea of someone being sadistic enough to try this on relatively innocent people, but partially to stave off the little part in her corrupted soul that began to enjoy the show. As the Darkchylde, she'd revel in something like this. But Illyana Rasputin didn't want to revel. She wanted the man who knew her brother to stay alive.

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[info]frickonastick
2009-07-31 03:55 pm UTC (link)
Maybe she'd panicked a little, considering the fact that she'd suddenly found herself alone in the back of Andy's van when she'd realized that the sound that was filling the void left by shutting off the Doors on the van radio was faint screaming. She'd written Andy immediately, but when she didn't get an instant response she did the first thing that came to mind, which was getting behind the wheel and driving to look for him.

Except she'd gotten turned around and instead of moving towards the gas station where he'd been headed she found herself in the middle of town, the screaming getting louder as she made her way down the main street. She scanned the road, ready to run down anything that was coming at her, when she caught sight of the monitor ouside of the Theatre and a blonde girl watching it.

Haunted by the fact that the male screaming might be Andy in trouble, she pulled over, grabbing the keys with shaking hands and moved towards the girl and the monitor she was staring at. The reason for the screaming became crystal clear as she approached and Elliot put a hand over her mouth. "Oh my God," she breathed, stepping up beside the girl.

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