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Panem Events ([personal profile] etcircenses) wrote in [community profile] 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.
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[personal profile] foundafamily 2016-02-16 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Firo holds the bottle up to her as he leans in to peek at the document.

"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..."
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[personal profile] shieldofrohan 2016-02-17 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Éowyn is quiet for a moment. Then she folds the note, tucking it inside her shirt. "Restoration," she repeats quietly, and frowns. She takes a moment, thinking, then looks around the room and starts towards the sink again. "I doubt smashing it would set them back more than a week or so." Reaching over to the drying rack, she picks up a scalpel and carefully folds it into her clothes, hiding it under the fabric. It's a rash move, but it's also remarkably comforting to have a weapon. "We should keep looking. We can put together the pieces later. Look behind the jars, see if you can find anything that's fallen down behind them."

She moves to do just that, moving as quickly as she can.