The mate to a key and lips to a secret.

[enigmaestro]

WHO: SKRULLOCK HOLMES, TONY STARK, EDWARD NYGMA, NORMAN OSBORN, DR. JOHN ZOIDBERG and YOU!
WHERE: The Quarantine Room.
WHEN: February 22nd (evening) to February 24th (afternoon).
WARNINGS: None necessarily? Bickering doesn't merit a warning.
SUMMARY: Skrulls in the dungeon. Well, one anyway.
FORMAT: I'll introduce the setting in paragraph, but you choose what format you prefer.


The area for the quarantined is spacious and clean. Although technically under police custody, the room is established in a large auditorium of City Hall. There are five walled 'dividers' that offer the quarantined the semblance of privacy. Never mind that every inch of the room is taped on camera -- cameras that Mitchell Hundred can control with a word. Never mind that there are armed guards on the other wise of each exit. Never mind that the communicators of the quarantined have been disabled from encryption capabilities.

They were allowed a bed. Access to any bathroom was to be monitored. Meals would be provided. They were handcuffed but not leglocked. If any of the number disagreed with their situation, heavier imprisonment was negotiable.

The quarantined were to be questioned by those in authority, or those who were experts on Skrull detection. Or those who thought they were.

ooc || begin a thread with your character name in the heading. anyone can tag into your thread, including other quarantined individuals.

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[threadbare]

Too many other things had demanded his attention since his arrival for him to pay overmuch mind to the network after the first couple of days. There was the matter of finding somewhere comfortably large enough to hold a dragon and his rider, not to mention learning all about the metal caravans that carried people along roads without horses and how not to get hit by them, as well as how to use Earth marks--no, they'd said the word was 'dollar' here--and what they could (or had to) buy. Basic survival needs, those. Shelter, safety, food, and clothing.

It was all a great change from home, to be sure.

But he'd heard enough about the town meeting and seen enough panic over the Skrulls to at least be curious. Best to take time out and see an example of the... creatures Julian had told him about on his first day in the City and learn for himself.

"Good afternoon," he said, folding his arms and nodding. "N'ton, Fort Weyrleader, rider of bronze Lioth. I see they've given you a better room than you'd have had on Pern. Quite generous of them."

Nothing too impolite, leaving Fake Sherlock room to carry on a civil conversation, but still a bit of a dig at the fact that it is a prison of sorts. He'd like to see which bait the Skrull takes.

[alldeduction]

Skrullock had been leaning with his full body against the wall, forehead first, overcome with boredom and an intense hatred for Zoidberg's singing. His attention caught at the voice and he turned his head to look at his new arrival.

"I assume Pern is wherever you're supposed to come from." Just the absolute flattest. He stood up straight, looking around the room as if bored. "They should have killed me instead."

[threadbare]

"It is," he admits. Nothing there he hadn't told someone else before now.

He'd meant to ask where Skrullock had come from, but the second part intrigued him more. What could that possibly mean?

"Life is to be saved, when possible. Why would you prefer death?"

[alldeduction]

"Who wouldn't prefer death to absolute failure?" His voice was flat and hard. The conviction of youth, without fully understanding their own mortality.

[threadbare]

He recognized the thought as similar to those of men who'd lost their dragons, though he felt sure that the Skrull had never known what it was like to have one. In some way, that almost made him pity the being. To lose one's sense of purpose, even if that purpose had been as cruel and immoral as N'cho's...

N'ton shook his head.

"The point of failure is to pick yourself up afterward, man. When you are unable to go in one direction, you find another."