I Moderate (i_moderate) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2011-01-01 23:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | in arkham, the city |
Studying, Learning, Keeping, Watching (Game Start Narrative)
Frustrated with the way that things were going, not able to understand these people that it had brought in and their apparent inability to relax and go with the flow of things, their unwillingness to conform like the people who were it's natural born citizens, The City had decided it needed to round them all up and put them in one place. A place where they couldn't get out, where they could be kept calm and docile, where it could study them closely.
It chose Arkham Asylum. There were enough rooms within to harbor every person in their very own cell. It had both maximum and minimum security wings, floors actually. The higher up a person found there room within the walls of the asylum, the more they needed to be watched, sedated. Held on to. The asylum was also on an island. With only one gate allowing access into the rest of the city. It could secure the building very well. Make sure nobody wandered in that didn't need to be there. That nobody got any bright ideas about anything.
They were taken while they slept. It moved them silently, instantly, from their beds, couches, chairs - or wherever they slept - into a room at the asylum. The nurses and doctors would appear, setting up IVs and deciding drug doses. Some patients were strapped down to their beds for their own safety - and for the safety of the staff - until they could be properly sedated. Some, those in the rooms on the higher floors, were put into straight jackets and weren't allowed to have human contact at all. The staff had to use special poles to stick these patients with their medicine. Those were the ones that the City worried about most of all. Those were the ones that it was having the hardest time learning about.
After a while, it let the calmer ones, the ones that responded to the drugs more, wander about. They were allowed to go to the commons room, they were allowed to eat their meals in the dining area, spend time in the inner courtyard. As long as they didn't start causing problems, they were allowed to roam. They could interact freely with the other patients. They had something of freedom, right up until it was time for lights out. Then everybody was ushered back to their rooms.
The others, all except those of the highest level, were taken out at special times. They were allowed to see the courtyard once a week. But not when anybody else was there. And only with a veritable army of staff members on hand to regain control should it be lost. Those of the highest level of security, those people stayed in their rooms all the time. The City could not risk them being let out.
So it watched them. It studied them. It tried to get to know them better. Learn what it was that they wanted. Tried to learn their personalities. Tried to learn why they wouldn't submit. It couldn't really tell if it was having much success or not. If it was learning anything new. It couldn't tell if any of this was going to help in the long run, or if it had just given them further fodder to be angry and discontent. To hate it.
Well, a few more weeks then. A few more weeks.