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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.
no subject
It's easier to focus on them specifically than on the rebellion as a whole.
He turns back to the document and envelope, ignoring Altair and focusing on Nitou's babbling. Sam's not exactly paying much attention to the content, but it's comforting in the sense that it brings up vague memories of making scrambled eggs with mayonnaise, a personal connection to hold on to.
Sam scans the document, reading through it before turning his attention onto the closed envelope to see if he can pick anything more up from it before he opens it.
no subject
He doesn't like Sam's jumpiness, clearly that of one experienced in combat. He doesn't need or want a fight here of all places. If there was one, he could not win in his roughed up state. He watched Sam inspect first the document and then the envelope.
"Hand us that paper if you are done with it."
no subject
Sam's scan of the document turns up results however. The document talks about transfer of subjects. It details trucks (like the one outside) being used to transfer subjects back and forth between the muttations lab and the lab here. There are several oddities on the subject list though, marked with a different color and code. These subjects were sent from the muttations lab, created there, and to be tested here after "Subject Revival" and death or even during revival for a select few others. There's scribbled notes around some of subjects listed.
Cecil Palmer model. Avox. Remember: tongue removed and cut vocal cords.
Venus Dee Milo model. Be VERY careful when handling. Tribute is made of volatile substance.
Luna model. Revival is primarily digital. Tap the RIGHT brain chip!
Several more names list people no longer extant. These people are exceptional in some particular way, being robots, spirit-beings, animals, and so on. The majority of Tributes don't make this list.
The envelope has a Capitol seal which has been broken already.
no subject
And now he's trying to peer over Sam's shoulder at that document and the envelope and everything. "Dude, open the envelope! It's already busted up! They'll never know."
no subject
Reading Venus's name on there gets a reaction from him, the memory of a flash of a smile, and his hand shakes a little with the effort of not tightening on the document. He doesn't know how strong he is right now, and he can't risk tearing it.
When Nitou peers over his shoulder, Sam hands him the document without commentary - he can read it if he wants, hand it to Altair if he doesn't, Sam doesn't care. His attention is more on the envelope, as he opens it to pull out its contents.
no subject
Sam seemed to be faring less well as he read the paper. Perhaps he knew these people better. He was on edge to begin with. Altaïr was too, but at least his worries were external. He was more concerned with watching the entrances than inner turmoil.
"Such lengths to make them accurate. Surely a copy placed in an arena doesn't need to have its tongue removed." And, the arenas were over. "Is all this to confuse us in battle?" He reviewed the locations again. "These were created in the muttations lab. Perhaps they do something to the bodies before putting offworlder souls back into them, like taking their powers or...."
Such medical musings were beyond his scope. He had a hard enough time believing in the resurrection mechanic until he experienced it himself.
Safe!
This letter has NEED MORE TIME scrawled aggressively over the middle of the letter, which so happens to be creased like it was crumpled once before being smoothed out and tucked back into the envelope.
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.
no subject
"It does if you want to keep it from talking."
Or if it's a test for something else. Experimentation, the Capitol is all about experimentation, Sam knows that better than many. He's starting to suspect that he knows what all of this is about but - but it's hard to think, especially when on guard like this.
And especially when read outs keep helpfully popping up on his HUD vision, including a scan alerting him to the fact that Altair's injured. For a moment, concern flickers across his features, but he's acutely aware of the time, too.
"We have to get back."