enigmaestro: (Srsly noble posing here.)
Edward Nygma ([personal profile] enigmaestro) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2012-02-22 11:53 pm

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.
alldeduction: (welp i'm a skrull)

[personal profile] alldeduction 2012-02-24 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Who wouldn't prefer death to absolute failure?" His voice was flat and hard. The conviction of youth, without fully understanding their own mortality.
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[personal profile] threadbare 2012-02-25 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)
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."