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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.
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He glances over at Phi when he hears her talking. It takes a moment for him to place the word zombie - he remembers hearing the offworlders use it for the muttations that had shared the faces of the Tributes who had fallen.
He doesn't let it bring up an image of the last arena he was in.
"Had 'zombies' in the arenas."
Derek looks back over to the shelves, still sorting through them even though part of his attention is on her now. "They would. They all take each other out?"
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A set of keys hangs on a thumb tack on the board, along with a number of notes.
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Then again, she wouldn't have thought time travel was possible that long ago, either. She relents a little.
"Dunno. The zombies were done right, through the head. The avox... I think they just left her there. She's not alive." Though whether she's now undead remains a mystery. Phi's still a bit of a skeptic in this sense, though even her skepticism is a little unsure in the face of actually checking if a body might get up again.
"Do you want to help me check it?" She's not going in there without someone prepared to watch her back. Not that she thinks anything will happen, but... Just in case. She looks to the encased button to the side of the forcefield. "I think this thing opens it, but we need a key."
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He doesn't really get what she's talking about with them being "done right" - but that's mostly because he doesn't really know much about zombie mythology. He still assumes they're muttations just like the genetic experiment that could set itself on fire in his own arena.
His attention is caught by the notes on the board, leaning in to read them, but when she mentions needing a key, he reaches out to grab them. He takes the notes, too, skimming over them as he walks over and holds out the keys at her.
That would be a yes to her question of him helping her, but he doesn't think to say that out loud.
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Scientists are to relocate to the President's palace where they will continue their work using new found discoveries immediately. Current tests will need to be put on hold. Mobile subjects must be terminated. An Avox has been delivered to help with this process. It is to be instructed to enter the containment area and kill the subjects within. The Avox too will then be terminated. These terms are non-negotiable.
Next to this note is a chart, half hidden by other pages on the clipboard.
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"What are those?" she asks, leaving the key in the lock and moving around to read over Derek's shoulder--or over his arm, as the case of her height may be.
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When Phi heads over, he doesn't answer her question verbally. Instead, he adjusts to her being in his space not quite automatically, but easier than he would for others - though granted, he wouldn't let most people in his space to read over his shoulder or his arm. But because it's Phi, he shifts a little so she can see the notes better as he skims through the other pages to get to the chart.
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"...Are they trying to create some kind of super human from zombie DNA?" That sounds... ridiculously impractical. But someone somewhere must have thought it was worth looking into--and still worth looking into, judging by the notes on the first few pages.
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"Capitol. Modifications are in."
He's never had the desire to do it, but there's no denying that body modifications of varying degree are common. Not to mention the muttations that the Capitol uses in the arena, to fight for them.
"And war. Not above this kind of tactic."
He glances back up at the forcefield, then looks back at her, a silent question.
Safe!
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She catches the look up at the forcefield and back to her. The meaning itself is pretty clear. "Right. Let's take a look on the other side of that door."
Phi heads over the the keys that she left in the lock, waiting for Derek to be ready before she disengages the forcefield. As it powers down, she moves towards the doorway, waiting until it's fully gone before stepping through. The bodies are even more grotesque up close, but it doesn't seem any worse to her than the ones on the tables back in the main room. At least she doesn't recognize these ones.
Reaching the woman, Phi kneels down to check her over.