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capeandcowllogs2012-02-22 11:53 pm
enigmaestro) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-02-22 11:53 pm
Entry tags:
- *open,
- edward nygma | riddler,
- eridan ampora | prince of hope,
- jack bauer | man of the hour,
- norman osborn | the green goblin,
- ruka | gallitrap,
- tony stark | iron man,
- † carol danvers | captain marvel,
- † clint barton | hawkeye,
- † doctor zoidberg | the lovable tramp,
- † hikaru sulu | lieutenant badass,
- † joel weinberg | houston,
- † loki laufeyson | n/a,
- † max gibson | batwoman,
- † michael lane | azrael,
- † nymphadora tonks | badger,
- † shahrazad al-rahman | the benevolent,
- † sherlock holmes | the consultant,
- † tom marvolo riddle | lord voldemort,
- † vic sage | the question
The mate to a key and lips to a secret.
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.
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.
no subject
He shifted, again, to Cassie Holmes. She'd voted for herself - he hadn't forgotten.
She furrowed her brows, glaring up at him.
"And understand this, Captain Bauer. I'm not about to betray anyone. Not for you, or anyone else in your damn city." Not even John. "It will be my pleasure to watch you all burn."
no subject
"You don't get it," he said to 'Cassie.' "I'm not going to ask you to betray anyone. I'm giving you the chance to save your people."
He paused for effect, then plowed in. "Didn't they brief you before sending you in? You ought to know the history of this place. Every enemy that tries to burn this City loses. Demons, terrorists, supervillains, the living dead, it doesn't matter. They all lose, badly."
He began to pace back and forth, stalking the subject. "You and I both know you aren't going to play hide-and-seek forever. This is leading up to a fight. What you need to understand is that you can't win that fight, and when it happens, a lot of Skrulls are going to die. You might be an alien, but I'm assuming that's something you care about."
no subject
A thin, grouchy sixteen-year-old-looking skrull.
"Of course I care about them." His voice was hard, but he hesitated again before continuing. "But it doesn't work like that. We all knew what the stakes were, going in. We all knew what we could lose. Just because I fucked up doesn't mean I'm going to undermine everything they believe in. Everything I believe in."
no subject
But here was a chance to gain valuable information. "Everything you believe in?" He scoffed and put a disdainful look on his face. "Don't make me laugh. We already know you're a bunch of Vulcanus mercenaries. A gang of opportunists killing for the highest bidder."
Just asking what their beliefs were would probably provoke defiance. Contradicting or doubting those beliefs on the other hand could provoke defiance in the opposite direction, as the subject tried to prove the interrogator wrong. Apparently the Skrull looked like a teenager. Maybe he would react like a teenager.