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

[osreborn]

[ He barks a laugh. ]

I'm not. I know when I'm wrong, and this is not one of those times.

[curses]

You're the one who refused to respect my wishes, so don't even pretend that I'm the one at fault.

[osreborn]

Your wishes are ridiculous. Can you really blame me?

[curses]

It was a simple request. [She crosses her arms.] I don't understand why you're being so frustrating.

[osreborn]

What would you really have me do, Bellatrix?

[curses]

Apologize so we can move on. [She purses her lips, recognizing the beginnings of a cycle borne out of pride and stubbornness.] ...Just give me your word that you won't interfere with family again.

[osreborn]

[ He drums his fingers on his knees. ]

I won't apologize. But if you want him, I won't stop him from quitting.

[curses]

As if you could stop him in the first place. [She narrows her eyes. Wait a minute.] You were planning on stopping him?

[osreborn]

Not particularly. I don't want quitters working for me anyway.

[curses]

[She strides forward, stopping only when her face is uncomfortably close to his.] You are so bloody infuriating. It's no wonder you're in this situation right now.

[osreborn]

[ He smiles at her, leaning closer to her. ]

Would you really want me to fire him? Really?

[curses]

He's leaving at my request. [She stands her ground, her head tilted up so she can look him in the eyes.] And you're not going to do anything to stop him.

[osreborn]

I do like an authoritative woman. [ He raises his eyebrows. ] Take him, I don't care. I'm already training a new intern.

[curses]

I feel pity for the poor sod. [She presses her hands against his chest, attempting to push him away.] I hope you enjoy the rest of your stay in this pathetic excuse for a prison.

[osreborn]

I've had worse. So, you know. I can take a little confinement.

[curses]

Good for you, then. [She sneers.] Don't expect to see me after you're released.

[osreborn]

So long, then.

[curses]

[She doesn't even bother moving away. She just Apparates away right in his face.]