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.

Comments

[dragony]

[The most deadpan look. Eddie, we can't interrogate dead people. But it eases out quickly.] Not simply that, but it seemed like it could help. If they're letting anyone in, I can't imagine everyone comes with good intentions.

Is there anything I can do to help?

[enigmaestro]

[A look to match hers. He's not talking about the Skrulls.

He's talking about his fellow imports. Obviously.]

It's an odd method of investigation, but I suppose it proves some purpose. After all, who better to analyze us than the people we're close to?

How is Eridan? Keeping an eye on him?

[dragony]

[Well okay the Major can go die but think of how much whining there'll be over everyone else.

In any case, the subject change shifted her demeanor, making her seem a little more alert under all that plain fatigue. She nods.]

He got knocked out in the fighting, but no lasting damage as far as I could tell. I got him out of there before anyone decided to change that.

[enigmaestro]

You did? [He's taken aback in the moment, his surprise open and raw. Relief floods his features, briefly, before his mask resumes. Edward rolls his eyes.]

He would. Knocked unconscious in a madhouse, he would. Well, really, he's damn lucky you were there.

[dragony]

[It's a lot to take in, the rapid, tumbling shifts of his face in his surprise. But even with one eye, Ruka is observant, and hearts have been her territory for a while. Relief only reinforces what Ruka's known for ages, but shock, well. That was a surprise.

Regardless, even that sort of praise causes her to duck her head, as if hiding her face for the moment could deflect it.]

I did. We made a deal. Besides, he-- [She is not blushing, really] --helped me out earlier, when he knew he didn't need to. It wouldn't have been right to abandon him.

And you have enough to worry about, too.

[enigmaestro]

[He narrowed his eyes for a moment, watching Ruka carefully.]

He helped you out? Really? Well, how curious. [A beat.] It couldn't have been out of charity, Eridan is highly motivated by his own selfish needs.

Very curious indeed.

[He deftly bypasses her last statement.]

[dragony]

[She notices.]

I told him he didn't have to, but... [Ruka shakes her head, shrugging a shoulder.] I can't really see how it could have been selfish of him.