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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[alldeduction]

[Still in her voice:]

Have you been a bad boy, Eddie? Do you need to be locked up and punished?

[enigmaestro]

[The snarl from Eddie's mouth was brutal. Unrestrained. Animalistic.]

I'm almost disappointed they didn't kill you. You'll serve us better alive, of course, you'll be a pretty little tactical resource. But still. We all have feelings on the matter, don't we?

[alldeduction]

[And now it's Eddie's voice through the wall, just as aggressive:]

Get within a foot of me and I promise I'll give them more than enough reason to put me down.

[enigmaestro]

Really. [His voice dropped, as he hissed.] You're so loyal to your dominating cause, it's nearly admirable. Loyal in a similar sense that you're loyal to Doctor Watson. Kind, understanding Doctor Watson.

I wonder, what would happen when your agendas inevitably clash?

[alldeduction]

[He growled. It wasn't a human sound. But when he spoke again it was with Sherlock's voice.]

He's a soldier. He'll deal with it.

[enigmaestro]

You certainly want to believe that, don't you? [A smaller, darker chuckle.]

You've caused him so much pain already.

[alldeduction]

[Yeah he's not even going to continue this, he doesn't have to listen or reply.

He'll just keep chatting up your girlfriend, bro.]

[enigmaestro]

[As if Eddie needs someone to reply to have a conversation.]

I know what he feels for you, it's really quite obvious. Can you imagine the look on his face, when you're ripped away forever?

Or worse. When we get the real Sherlock back, can you imagine how you'll be disregarded? Forgotten. Lost. Unwanted.

[alldeduction]

[There's no vocal reply, save for that long, dark, growl. But in the middle of the room, a vision appears. Edward, in a straight jacket, sitting on the floor and rocking back and forth. A long array of numbers, purposely to look like code but without meaning, running in quick succession by the shadow Edward.

Riddles with no solution.]