[Town] Random Locations around the Town and (Index)

[Recaiden]

I'll leave it here. It shouldn't be too hard to fix up, even after 13 years. And I still have all my notes.

((Yeah. That could be a problem. Then again, 1/2 vampires.))

[Je dit Viola]

That's good.

((But how am I going to ditch 2 young children from their mother who loves them, without being really really mean? I guess...that soul-sucking thing can come back.))

[Recaiden]

((You can't. I guess it could. But wouldn't it kill them?))

And here we are. They have indeed arrived back at the house. The machine might be shaking more than it was before.
Nel goes to head back inside.

[Je dit Viola]

((Why would it kill them? It only eats souls, not kills stuff.)) ((And, besides, it likes vampires. And I don't think it's ever seen half-vampires before, except for the not-quite turned vampires, so he won't know what to do))

She takes the children back inside.

[Recaiden]

((I don't know. They're all your characters.))
Nel walks over to Seiner, and deadtimes.

[Je dit Viola]

Violet also deadtimes, because I need to think of a reason why a soupire would come here.

[Durp]

Lumiya Prospekt
Where?

[Beans]

[LP]
Where what?
She heads down the stairs into the gloom.

[Durp]

Where do we look for stuff?

[Beans]

She flips a light switch that she just fumbled for...
And shudders.
It's a soulless, cold place of concrete and austerity. They stand in a corridor lined with a few doors.
T-the labs, I guess.
I may be gone for dinner soon, but I'll try to be quick.

[Durp]

Righto. He walks a bit, then tuns and opens a door, peering inside.

[Beans]

There's a steel operating-type table and some stray bits of paper. No computers here, though.
Thryza is very un-liking of this place, as evidenced by her unsettled manner.
Dinner now.

[Durp]

He steps in.
Huh. Damn... Lotta stuff here...

[Beans]

The papers are reports.
Mentioning Subject 15.

Thryza's breathing becomes a little shuddery, a little erratic.

[Durp]

He starts to read.

[Beans]

Page 3

as well as subject heritage.
Subject 15 has been extremely uncooperative in the testing of the appendage. During exercises meant to develop articulate use of the arm and hand, the subject has required much negative feedback in the form of electrical shocks.

Footage from within 15's cell reveals deep psychoemotional scarring to be taking place, indicators being near-constant alternations of weeping, mania, and rage.

Subject 15 displays promise for perfect use of the new appendage, but requires (see above) negative motivation.

There's a picture of a mechanical arm.

Thryza swallows hard, looking about herself nervously.

[Durp]

He puts on a mix between an angryface, and a saddyface.
C'mere, hon...
He holds out his arms for a hugz.

[Beans]

She hugs him, looking about as if afraid something is in there with them.
There isn't.
There's some staticky noise down the hall.

[Durp]

He raises an eyebrow, and shifts slightly so he can look towards the noise.

[Beans]

A half-open door just across the hall.
A bunch of screens are visible.
Some sort of master-security-camera-viewing room.

[Durp]

He pulls away, and starts walking over, pulling out his death ray.

[Beans]

There appears to be nobody in the room.
That is because nobody else is in the room.
One screen is on.
It shows an empty cell...
The door opens.
A girl, about 15 years old, is thrown in. Her hair is long and black, and her skin is pale.
She screams and hammers at the door...

Oh, gods.

[Durp]

Chris' eye twitches. He squeezes his death ray a bit.
(( Dinner. BAck in a minute. ))

[Beans]

[Timey-Wimey House Thing]
Seiner sits, waiting.
What's wrong with me?

[Recaiden]

[Timey-wimey ball]

Joneleht walks over to her. Why do you think something's wrong with you?

[Beans]

I... I don't know.
Are we ready to go?

[Recaiden]

There's nothing wrong with how you are. Unless you mean you're sick. And I think we are.

((Or would be if Viola were online))

[Beans]

I... yeah.
Y-yeah.

[Recaiden]

Yeah. Or did you want to say something?
Jon takes a seat next to her.

[Beans]

She leans against him.
... No.