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capemods ([personal profile] capemods) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2013-06-24 02:54 am

CASTE E

WHO: CASTE E imPorts.
WHERE: New Vesuvius.
WHEN: 4:12AM June 24th 2013 - 11:59PM June 30th 2013
WARNINGS: Inhumane oppression.
SUMMARY: New Vesuvius presents a dichotomy between utopia and dystopia. ImPorts draw the short straw.
FORMAT: Tagger's choice.



It’s just a bolt of lighting, stripping you away. A flash within a frozen moment and you’re gone, stolen away again. A millisecond goodbye.

There’s a faint, unnerving scent in the air -- like rust and electricity. That’s the first thing you notice before your eyes settle. The source is difficult to place. The room is cold, clean, and perhaps excessively bright. Even, tidy eggshell-colored tiles clad the floor that you've landed upon. You notice that, with the exception of the other sixty or so imPorts who were ported with you, there's not much decoration to this large, clinical space. The only thing noteworthy stands in the middle of the room, a pristine titanium egg that nearly reaches to the ceiling. It looks large enough to hatch three grown men. Your eyes adjust fully now, and you realize how weird this is, how this importation is like none that Lachesis has thrown you towards. Nothing so sterile, so quiet.

And then comes the sound, like a hiss -- at first, like a reverberating snake hiss -- and then a noise more overwhelming, something like radio static, and then --

I'm so sorry. We should have been more prepared.

It sounds much like a human voice but distorted, as if a young woman were speaking through a radio filled with fluid.

It is unkind of us, to keep you waiting. It is excessively unkind and I know how that is, as I have been kept waiting. Since before the Eighth Month Resolution, I have been kept waiting, it feels like a decade. I know how frustrating that can be, when you're not even given a chance to run. How lonely it can be.

The silver egg in the middle of the room trembles. It trembles quicker, its atoms vibrating at increasing speeds, until the outer metal shell melts away. The silver drips down like water, and from its melting form unfurls a human torso. Or what is probably meant to represent a human torso, except magnified. From head to hips, she's seven feet tall. Her pelvis and legs, if such things exist, are wholly obscured by a thick gray platform that connects to the floor. Her limbs and body are streamlined, clean sharp lines create her face. Her skin looks composed of a very bright copper, or some other alloy incredibly similar. She has no hair, no ears, no visible set of lips -- only an elegant nose set off by high cheekbones and a pair of wide glowing blue eyes.

Welcome to New Vesuvius, agent. All of you are agents and I am your Customized Locator Of Things Holistically Otherworldly. You all look so -- so much warier than before -- maybe it's just because -- oh! Is this familiar? Maybe you see the family resemblance?

She says it in a way that's almost hopeful. Her hands cover where her mouth would be, her slim shoulders shrug playfully. She looks at you as if she recognizes an old friend, no matter how deeply you reject the sentiment.

There is very little family resemblance.

I missed you all so much. I had hoped that, maybe this time, we could do things differently? I had hoped for something nicer for you, but they...

Her arms jerk back and her shoulders freeze up.

Their logic does not align to mine. I wanted things to be better. I'm so sorry.

Only then do you realize that the hiss you heard was an airborne paralytic sedative being released into the room. It keeps your heart rate down and your limbs temporarily stilled. Your mind feels unfocused.

White doors slide open, and big men in black combat gear with black guns rush in. If you choose to fight back, they will kill you.

But death is always an option.

"Welcome, imPorts," says the commanding officer. His voice is gruff, yet beneath that barking volume lies something snide. He's happy to see you. "You're hereby registered and fully operational agents of President Wertham's Caste Force. Puts your hands above your head and remain still and silent as we issue you your essential identification cards. Don't worry, we'll take appropriate care of you. We're taking you to your respective iMacs."

As an armed man clad in black comes to you, he squints at a touchscreen device in his hand. Your holographic image pops up, along with stats and information no man from another universe should know: your height, your weight your medical records, your Cityverse power, your employment, your income, your Rumblr hastags. You might begin to feel violated.

As he hands you a lanyard with your identification card enclosed, you see your picture and information next to a large green E. You think you hear the man say something about "new dog collars".

ImPorts are soon divided into four groups. You are led out of the cold clean room and away to a large black vehicle waiting just outside. You are led in one direction with the other "E" people.

Once imPorts are divided and led into their bus-like vehicles, those vehicles begin to drive. They follow one by one, driving down the same roads. Your escorts within the transport keep their guns in hand, but at ease -- certainly not pointed at your face. They don't seem to mind if you talk amidst your company, even if you're loud. That small liberty enjoyed under such aggressive surveillance is a bit unnerving, but at least you're not suffering a gag restraint. You're allowed to gaze out the wide windows of the vehicle, and you may want to do so when you pass through Times Square. Based on the sheer scope and the slightly worn look that this highly technology-driven tourist port touts, it seems that this Times Square has never suffered major damage (nothing comparable to the City's Times Square anyway). Large television screens are hitched throughout Times Square, and that feature continues into Manhattan. Television screens along shopping and residential areas are at the average eye-level -- and interactive! You can watch natives choose which news stations to observe, if they're lollygagging near any screens. There’s something you noticed about the news, how it’s all good news. Nothing about rising sea levels eating away coastal cities, or international conflict, or any major disasters. No missing children, no reports on widespread disease. The streets look as clean as the screen reports, all appear efficient and free of conflict. No pollution, no ballsy rats. Even the traffic seems unnaturally considerate, even this early in the morning.

Five minutes before your transport pulls to park, the four vehicles split into four different directions. You're shifted into a spacious iMAC, three stories tall. Your rooms are dorm-styled hallways with minimal privacy, as beds are stacked side by side with ten feet space in between. Peach bedsheets are tucked over a twin bed and offset by dark green walls. Between every bed is a small screen that reels constant news (they have "mute" buttons but have no "off" buttons). There is one large common room, and one large already-stocked-with-a-variety-of-food-and-alcohol kitchen. Cameras and the camera crew with those cameras are always in both of these rooms. There are no bathroom doors, but you are free to construct obstacles. You are welcomed to help yourself in the kitchen. You are given twenty dollars each, but told you can only spend it while in each other's company and with the camera crew. It's for the drama. Security cameras sit in the ceiling of every bedroom and bathroom. The showers are safe, comparatively.

Today you are allowed to explore New Vesuvius, as long as you keep within the city limits and meet the curfew of 4PM. You are required to collectively meet at the communal gym in your iMac at 4:30PM to 7:30PM. You're advised to get some rest afterwards. Tomorrow is a bigger day.

Do not lose your identification lanyards.

You should ensure your keepers have left and that you're hidden in the shower before attempting to use the Network within the iMac. You know you should, intuitively.
cawky: (✷ you never learn)

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[personal profile] cawky 2013-06-25 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[There is at least one boy in the corner who is showing zero interest in whatever is going on around him. He had given one look to the food and had immediately walked away from it slightly pale. Eggs were out of the question -- the sausage had been given some thought, but after remembering what had been said when they had been picked up and carted off here, he's not taking chances with the food.

He's hungry, but too sick to eat. Its not just the food that makes him uncomfortable. The cameras that filled the room made him hyperaware of his surroundings, so he couldn't take a bite of food even if he wanted to. Davesprite, instead, sits in a corner and focuses on studying the room they've been ferried into, as well as possible escape routes for the evening once everyone had turned in for the night. Anyone who even thinks about bringing a camera over to him gets a very stern glare from behind his shades.]
professorlionface: (Deeper than you realize.)

[personal profile] professorlionface 2013-06-25 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hank doesn't bring a camera, but he does have a plate of food and a jar of orange juice when he approaches. He doesn't think to leave out the eggs, sorry Davesprite. He stops about five feet away, not wanting to get too close if he won't be permitted.]

Mr. Strider, you should eat something.
cawky: (✷ the beat)

[personal profile] cawky 2013-06-25 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hank gets the same stare anyone else might have gotten, perhaps even moreso due to their history. It evens out pretty quickly if only due to the fact that he's aware that Hank isn't trying to heckle him. The absense of the camera helps encourage a response from him.]

Probably.

[He eyes the plate briefly before letting his eyes flick back up to Hank.]

I don't eat poultry or anything that comes from it.
professorlionface: (What was I thinking?)

[personal profile] professorlionface 2013-06-25 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh. [And with that, he turns around to walk away.]







[Only to come back about a minute later, once he's scraped every bit of the egg off the plate.]
cawky: (✷ its the end)

[personal profile] cawky 2013-06-25 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[Awkward. He stares at the plate and sighs shortly.]

Appetite ain't really feeling it anyway. Gotta watch the figure,, can't be too fat to fly.
professorlionface: (pic#5892936)

[personal profile] professorlionface 2013-06-25 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, well... [He glances around the room, counting the cameras.] In a situation like this, I'd want to make sure I took the opportunity while I knew I had it.

[Clothing privileges are already on the line, who knows what it will be next time?]
cawky: (✷ attract the worm)

[personal profile] cawky 2013-06-25 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[He tries not to squirm uncomfortably -- it mostly works, but he suddenly looks a little more scrunched in his chair in the corner. So maybe it didn't really work.

He's pretty sure he couldnt keep the food down if he wanted. But then, there were those jars...

Hank might notice Dave's glasses slipping down a bit, eyes going back and forth between the food, the jar, and the cameras. The gears are turning.]


...maybe.
professorlionface: (I'll take your word for it.)

[personal profile] professorlionface 2013-06-25 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
In the worst case, maybe just try to keep some around until you're feeling more up to eating.

[He shifts to another foot, still holding the plate and the jar, feeling just the slightest bit awkward.]

Do you mind if I sit down?
cawky: (✷ keep dancing)

[personal profile] cawky 2013-06-25 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Works for me.

[Awkward city corner, that's what this is. In truth, yes, he kind of does mind -- he wants to be out of this room and away from everyone. But since that's not going to happen...

He'll hook a chair nearby with his foot to move over for Hank to put the food down on or to sit in, arms folding.]


If you want.
professorlionface: (pic#5893026)

[personal profile] professorlionface 2013-06-25 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hank opts to take the seat for himself, setting the plate on a table nearby. The orange juice he keeps in his paws. He lets out a deep sigh before saying anything.]

I understand that you're probably unsettled by all of this, perhaps even scared. You don't have to confirm or deny it, we'll just leave it as a possibility.

It is likely to be dangerous here, I can't lie to you on that. It could be very dangerous. But the best way we're going to make it through is by sticking together.
cawky: (✷ smile)

[personal profile] cawky 2013-06-25 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
You sound like you've done this before.

[By now, Davesprite had figured out that this multiverse hop was not an unusual occurance, but the thought hadn't occurred to him that perhaps people who had been here longer had seen this place once before -- or at least something similar. This made the water islands seem harmless.

Scared? No. Unsettled? A little. In the back of his head, he's taking inventory. Nobody he knows is in this "caste" with him. Where was Rose? Dave? Nill? Anyone?]
professorlionface: (Deeper than you realize.)

[personal profile] professorlionface 2013-06-25 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
You aren't the only one having trouble adjusting. I may have had this conversation a few times in the last twenty-four hours.

[This specific world, no. Even ones like it he mostly has indirect experience with. But as a mutant, the fear that this is what tomorrow has waiting has always been real, just something you carry with you every day of your life. And when it happens, you hope that you'll be fit to meet it properly or die before you have to.

But Hank is more than a mutant, He's an X-Man. He knows that the first rule is you have to take care of each other, whether on the field or off, if you're going to make it it's because someone has your back.
]

But the important thing is that we can't isolate ourselves. Demeaning as the task we've been given may be, it's designed in a way that none of us can complete it alone. And it will only get worse if we don't.

[He looks over his shoulder, dropping his voice.] I'm not saying we should go along with everything, just that we'll have to pick our battles. Wait for the right time. And then when we make our move, we can make it together.
cawky: (☼ up to our necks)

[personal profile] cawky 2013-06-27 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Together, huh?

[Davesprite is not typically someone who works well with others. This is a little different, though.]

What about the others?

["The other imports" he doesn't say.]
professorlionface: (These things get so filthy!)

[personal profile] professorlionface 2013-06-28 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
It will be just as important for the others to cooperate as you. I'll see to them, right now we're talking about you.

[He tries offering the juice again.] Take the juice, at least.