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thecapitol2016-02-10 08:59 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thecapitol2016-02-10 08:59 pm
A Bloody Valentine: The Investigation
Who| Those selected for the lab search Mission
What| Capitol-soldiers enact a bit of rebellion to find out top secret info regarding what the offworlders a really for... and find a little more that was bargained for.
Where| A lab near to the Romulus Hotel
When| Congruent with the dance auction
Warnings/Notes| Violence, gore, body horror, descriptions of dead bodies in various states of decomposition and mutilation
A quick stop in the gift shop means a nice big hat for each to duck under and pass by Peackeepers. Hopefully. Laughing together in affected Capitol accents and acting like a natural born citizen may well be the best way to sneak by. After that, it's off into the night, just down the block. There's no clear entrance save one door in a back alley, the color blended to match the wall and make it unnoticeable. However, the red graffiti stating, You're playing with fire, and the dark freezer truck at the end of the alley, do both help to bring it to attention. There's some serious business locks on the door except... someone's put a stopper slip of wood in there, keeping it so anyone can sneak in. Odd. You'd think with a place so important looking as this, those working there would be a little more careful.
The inside is just as stark white as the outside, only more so thanks to the bright white lights that shine from the ceiling giving the whole place a glow. Anyone really familiar with the process of Avoxing may find the look of it all to be very familiar. It only gets worse as the group progresses down the sterile halls, through one door, then another, until finally reaching a room with hazmat suits on a rack, masks set by them. The next door is steel, and upon it's closing, a sterilizing spray is unleashed. Only then does the final steel door open.
The first thing to hit is the smell. Only a few times have even the arenas smelled like this. It's the singular warning to the horror that's to be witnessed as the lights slowly turn on, running down to the end of the massive room. It may once have been a building used for the Avoxing of criminals but no longer.
For rows and rows do the metal tables go on, upon them, corpses in very state of decay, dissection, and dismemberment. The bodies have all manner of injuries: burns, bites, stab wounds, more, all injuries that could be managed within an arena. The bodies are yours; the offworlders, the former Tributes, those who have died.
Two bodies of the same person lain out together like twins to be compared can be seen. Others are opened up or half way through the processes of being stitched back together. Some of the corpses have been incredibly preserved, withered and hollow-cheeked, but still like they could simply be asleep. The quarter quell has been running for nearly four years and there's a little piece of every offworlder left from it.
There are great machines of unknown purpose, some appearing perfectly innocuous, others looking like something from a torture chamber. There are separated glass rooms with bottled chemicals, walls with giant tubes of liquid with bodies kept within, and another wall where the bodies appear cryogenically frozen.
Down at the end in a steel room with clear forcefield, is a separate area for those dead with a tendency to get back up. Desks are scattered through out, many filled with documents, hastily scrawled notes, and journals-- no photos of loved ones here, but there may be something that tells of what exactly went on here.
What| Capitol-soldiers enact a bit of rebellion to find out top secret info regarding what the offworlders a really for... and find a little more that was bargained for.
Where| A lab near to the Romulus Hotel
When| Congruent with the dance auction
Warnings/Notes| Violence, gore, body horror, descriptions of dead bodies in various states of decomposition and mutilation
A quick stop in the gift shop means a nice big hat for each to duck under and pass by Peackeepers. Hopefully. Laughing together in affected Capitol accents and acting like a natural born citizen may well be the best way to sneak by. After that, it's off into the night, just down the block. There's no clear entrance save one door in a back alley, the color blended to match the wall and make it unnoticeable. However, the red graffiti stating, You're playing with fire, and the dark freezer truck at the end of the alley, do both help to bring it to attention. There's some serious business locks on the door except... someone's put a stopper slip of wood in there, keeping it so anyone can sneak in. Odd. You'd think with a place so important looking as this, those working there would be a little more careful.
The inside is just as stark white as the outside, only more so thanks to the bright white lights that shine from the ceiling giving the whole place a glow. Anyone really familiar with the process of Avoxing may find the look of it all to be very familiar. It only gets worse as the group progresses down the sterile halls, through one door, then another, until finally reaching a room with hazmat suits on a rack, masks set by them. The next door is steel, and upon it's closing, a sterilizing spray is unleashed. Only then does the final steel door open.
The first thing to hit is the smell. Only a few times have even the arenas smelled like this. It's the singular warning to the horror that's to be witnessed as the lights slowly turn on, running down to the end of the massive room. It may once have been a building used for the Avoxing of criminals but no longer.
For rows and rows do the metal tables go on, upon them, corpses in very state of decay, dissection, and dismemberment. The bodies have all manner of injuries: burns, bites, stab wounds, more, all injuries that could be managed within an arena. The bodies are yours; the offworlders, the former Tributes, those who have died.
Two bodies of the same person lain out together like twins to be compared can be seen. Others are opened up or half way through the processes of being stitched back together. Some of the corpses have been incredibly preserved, withered and hollow-cheeked, but still like they could simply be asleep. The quarter quell has been running for nearly four years and there's a little piece of every offworlder left from it.
There are great machines of unknown purpose, some appearing perfectly innocuous, others looking like something from a torture chamber. There are separated glass rooms with bottled chemicals, walls with giant tubes of liquid with bodies kept within, and another wall where the bodies appear cryogenically frozen.
Down at the end in a steel room with clear forcefield, is a separate area for those dead with a tendency to get back up. Desks are scattered through out, many filled with documents, hastily scrawled notes, and journals-- no photos of loved ones here, but there may be something that tells of what exactly went on here.
Storage
For the facility's contents, everything is kept clean as can be. The metal shelves shine in the light, and each vial and jar set upon it is without a spot. The labels are all scientific latin, containing all manner of thing inside. There's a large sink for clean up, sterilization of tools, and a place to let them dry which is filled with a number of gleaming scalpels and plying instruments. Everything has a place and every place has a thing. At least, it seems so on the surface. Couldn't hurt to look around.
no subject
He doesn't enjoy playing with corpses, but at least they're more familiar to him. And familiar in a different way that these things are, because he realizes with a start that he does have some unsettling experience with this kind of thing. Just not in his lifetime.
Looks like it's time for Szilard's memories to come out to play--the old alchemist still had plenty of training in the conventional sciences. Firo sighs as he steps closer to the first shelf of bottles, inspecting each label closely and trying to determine what organization method might be followed there.
shows up three days late with starbucks
For her part, she's heading for the sink, to examine the tools. She may not be able to tell what the chemicals are, but she's had some training in medicine, and she thinks she may have a better chance at understanding from the instruments they use. First, though, she checks in and under the sink itself, looking for signs of blood or any carelessly-dropped equipment they may have missed.
no subject
Eowyn may not find any blood or equipment, but there is a garbage bin with a crumpled up note.
no subject
Interesting. He plucks the familiar bottle off the shelf, carefully noting the details of its original spot so that he can quickly return it. "This stuff just keeps turning up."
Are any of the other chemicals they saw during the sabatoge here, he wonders. He scans the remaining shelves, still holding up the one bottle in case they want to take a closer look.
no subject
"What is it?" she asks, straightening up with the note in one hand and striding over to one side. Then, holding out the note: "I found this."
no subject
no subject
"We saw this before, remember? We messed with it to spoil their plans with all those weird powers..."
He trails off as his eyes start moving over the paper.
"So this is all connected to what we did before?" It may seem an obvious statement, but Firo's slow and wants to be sure he's on the right track. "This 'Restoration' shit sounds like bad news."
He considers the shelves again, "I'm wonderin' if we should smash all this, but that wouldn't be very subtle, huh? Or we could try and make the most deadly version of their medicine..."
no subject
She moves to do just that, moving as quickly as she can.
Safe.
There's a news clipping about Gallus Eddelier, the man who was executed during the Peacekeeper Reward Ceremony. During arena 14 he and a rebel associate had attempted to shut down the Tribute Revival Mechanism in District 2. He'd brought papers regarding his private work. It's easy, glancing around, to guess this may have been that very work. Especially considering the documents that Gallus stole have been copied and left here, beside the article.
The medical documents mention hypermalaria, tuberculosis, and typhoid fever, as well as the names Azula, Topher Brink, Finnick Odair (deceased), Victory Hannibal, and a number of other Capitolites and mentors. It seems to refer to an event of May years ago where such people fell ill. There is mentions of an accident of these illnesses escaping to the public. The accident seems to be linked to it going to the wider public, not in it reaching the original people inflicted within the tower.
These documents have been seen before during arena 14. All but one, that is. The final document elaborates on the scrapped tests. It states that the sample, combined with the formulated drug sample that was slipped in, failed to garner positive results in Finnick Odair, who remained deceased. The other ill individuals were cured when the test was scrapped due to accidental outbreak beyond the Tribute Tower, the test group. Data remains incunclusive. Testing shall be focused once again on alternate avenues.
Time has been ticking away. There's just a few minutes left before the names are announced. You'll have to remember what you've found to pass the information along later. You've got some dancing to get to.