lostcarnival | ⇨ JAILHOUSE ROCKS

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⇨ JAILHOUSE ROCKS

Who: Everyone who IS imprisoned, brainwashed, or infiltrating.
When: Day 175, 11:30PM onward.
Where: The Prince's shiny new fortress.
What: Those that have been imprisoned by the Prince languish in their underground cell, while those that are under his control continue to do his nasty bidding. Also, Foster might be here? We'll see how that goes.
Warnings: General fuckery, maybe torture.

THE LAIR OF THE BEAST↴

As the fortress comes into being, the Prince has been reaching far across his realm, beckoning his servants back to him and corralling as many helpless hostages as he can manage. In the case of the unfortunate carnival members who made the mistake of crossing him during their stay, they are being locked away in the most secure inner sanctums, held as collateral against their former master. Those freshly captured haven't yet been bent to his will, but they can certainly be neutralized. Carted away by security and pulled deep underground, there feels like there is little hope of them escaping on their own.

► GROUNDED: The Prince's dungeon is a simple one - in place of cages and manacles, there is only natural stone. A claustrophobic cave somewhere deep in the earth, those within it will soon be completely cut off from the outside world. All the prisoners will have been injected with manticore venom at some point or another, which will be slowly turning parts of their bodies to stone, and if that wasn't enough they have also been partially encased in the stone walls and pillars, as if phased halfway into the rock and left there in various positions. It is an enclosed area, and all the prisoners are within talking distance of each other - which is a good thing, because there isn't a lot else to do with their powers mostly bound and their bodies becoming less and less capable of movement.

► CONTROLLED: Those of the brainwashed that manage to return to the fortress will be set to work guarding and attending to these hostages, along with the help of some of the long term Manor servants. They still need to eat, right, and that can be difficult when you arms are stuck in a cave wall. Otherwise, there may come a time when the Prince calls upon them to do something more specific - and there's also the chance that the new prisoners will fall victim to his power and succumb to his control as well. With the poison in their bodies, it's only a matter of time before they lose themselves.

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Lambert is stuck in a wall. Literally stuck in a wall.

Thanks to the fairly extensive amount of petrification he had going on before he ended up here, he's embedded in the stone more or less up to mid-thigh. One arm is trapped halfway in the wall, and he's turned facing towards it, severely limiting his range of movement. Unfortunately, it also doesn't mean he can see into the rest of the room. Tragically, the room can see plenty of him -- he's obviously lost his clothes at some point upstairs, but at least his tail and the rocks and all the mud he's plastered with keep that from being an immediate offender for delicate sensibilities. It's not enough to obscure the scratches and bites over his bare skin where Sans got his teeth and claws in, but that's the least of his problems right now...

"Damn," Lambert mutters out loud, to no one in particular. His voice is a harsh, scratchy mess -- surprisingly, it turns out, breathing fireball after fireball kind of fucks your throat up. "Pissing's going to be a bitch."

That's what you get when you have a fae for a captor, complete disregard for mortal bodily functions! Above all else, he's exhausted, but he can tell he isn't alone, so he's going to announce to the room in general:

"If no one needs me for anything, I'm taking a nap." Whatever's happening up there, he knows the Prince isn't happy about it, considering he hasn't returned to cackle smugly about his own cleverness. Mission accomplished, as far as Lambert's fucking concerned.

Edited 2017-10-26 00:30 (UTC)

If you were hoping for some peace and quiet while enduring your imprisonment, there won't be much of it to be had with Rita around. She's not screaming or flailing like she was when she was dragged in, but she's been mumbling to herself for a while.

She hangs from a wall, suspended by her two wings and her left arm, which have been trapped within the wall itself. Her legs, too, have been encased in the stone, though what little of them stick out remain covered by her dirtied and rain-soaked dress. Her only movable limb is her right arm, which itself isn't entirely free. At some point, her shoulder was injected with venom, and from the wound, a layer of stone has spread over the entire shoulder, over her upper arm, chest, and even to her neck.

Though much of her mumbling is too low and rapid to be coherent, one might occasionally make out a phrase, like o infernal emperor, rise from the depths, or grant them thy undefiled fury. They're magic incantations, of course, though to those not in the know, it might sound almost like she's praying. Those "prayers" appear to go largely unanswered, however, though sometimes they seem to be followed with a rush of heat in the air, a mild rumbling in the ground, or the appearance of harmless sparks from her gesturing hand.

Occasionally, her lack of success leads to a burst of frustration, as she grunts and curses and smacks her one movable fist against the wall.

Eventually Lambert wakes up enough to register who's actually here, after a fitful nap (meditation is really hard when you're full of poison, who knew) and he realizes he's hearing a particularly familiar sort of chanting. His back is to her, so he can't see her, but he'd know Rita's cursing anywhere.

"Not having any luck?" he calls, twisting around to look back as best as he can (that's not saying very much).

Rita sighs, brushing her knuckles off on her dress. "No," she replies simply. "Something's interfering with my magic. I'm trying to work around it, but..." Well, he can probably hear how well that's going.

And now that Lambert's conscious, she can finally ask something she's been wondering for the past while. "What the hell happened to your pants?" Because right now, from where she is, Rita's seeing more of him than she'd ever like to.

"Of course. You don't think the Prince would want to make this easy, do you?" Try to think like a greedy fae lord who thinks living things are his property Rita, geez.

The question, though, is enough to make him crack a smirk. "I was distracting the Prince." Not by being naked, but he's happy not to talk about that mess of a fight if Rita missed it.

"Right. Somehow I doubt he's any more interested in seeing you naked than I am," she retorts dryly. Rita only saw the beginning of Lambert's fight and doesn't know exactly how it got to this, but she suspected from the start that it was probably going to end badly for him.

His answer brings a different question to mind, though. "Distracting him for who?"

While Rita's group took advantage of the commotion, that was a largely spontaneous decision. Lambert must have intended it for someone else.

Lambert gives up on trying to see Rita and just ends up leaning his head against the wall, shrugging as expressively as he can with his one free arm. He can hear other free-moving bodies about, though given no one's attempting to free him from the wall, he can only suspect those are presences meant to be monitoring them while the Prince himself isn't around ...

Well, whatever. It's not like it's some big secret, at this point. "Childermass."

And if Rita thinks she was going to get to keep asking questions without being quizzed back, she thought wrong-o! "What'd you do to get stuck down here? Set the Prince's fur on fire?"

So being captured sucks.

Somehow, despite how many adventures he's gone on and how reckless he could be, this was the first time he'd found himself actually caught, and it wasn't a fun first experience. He still had a free arm, and he was quick to try and summon up his magic, to cast something to get himself out, but it was no use. He could feel the magic, it was still there, but he couldn't make it work, couldn't control it. His attempts to summon his familiar were useless, too.

Even having his brother here isn't helping, as he can't help but feel responsible for him being here, too. Maybe he shouldn't have tried to help Reira? He thought he was doing the right thing, but maybe he only made things worse.

It didn't matter what he thought, though, it all still lead to this, to being trapped here with whatever was going on outside, without knowing what was going to happen. Normally it's hard to get him down, normally he always thinks things will end up okay, but normally he has his magic. Normally he can do something.

And so that leads to now, to Susan not saying anything, remaining uncharacteristically quiet as he tries to figure out just where he went wrong.

"I wish," she groans. What Rita wouldn't give to wring that furry neck of his... "While you were making a scene, I went out for a walk, up on the rooftops." As she speaks, she tests out more spells, attempting her fae magic now. She manages the occasional flame, but it disperses into smoke before she can use it.

Hmm. So he was covering for Childermass. Looking around, Rita doesn't see any sign of him. No Scout or Papyrus, either. They must have made it.

Sans is having a bad time of things.

Things had been so clear, right before the fight began. Yet, since it ended, since his other form crumbled and he was dragged down into the mud, only to wind up here... everything is unbearably twisted and confusing. Maybe having his whole mind taken from him was more merciful than leaving him like this, unable to sort out reality from the lie.

All he knows is that he's trapped and hurting, and whatever he's supposed to be doing for the Prince, he is apparently doing it very poorly. He's naked and stuck with most of his legs, pelvis, and arms embedded in one of the natural stone pillars. One half of his face is still cracked from hitting the ballroom floor, and there are hairline fractures along his arms and ribs where the stone covering increasingly large portions of his body wasn't protecting him.

Blue ectoplasm drips from the cracks, as does a murky looking brown and purple fluid - the poison. It's dispersed so thickly in his bones right now he's practically swimming in it, and without the stabilization of the enchantment keeping him together, his mind is in pieces over it. He doesn't know who are his enemies here - the only figure he has any clear relation to the is the Prince, and the Ringmaster as his opposition. Everything else is a mess and he can barely sort out where he is right now.

If it weren't for the fact that you know you have skeleton coworkers, it'd probably be pretty hard to tell that Sans was alive. He's still covered in mud, stone, and the weird magical fluids dripping from his mouth and cracked eye sockets.

In any other dungeon, he'd essentially just be a piece of decor.

Edited 2017-10-26 00:44 (UTC)

"On the roof? In a storm?" Okay, despite the situation? Lambert laughs. It's not a nice sound and he has to give it up quickly because his throat aches, but the grin in his voice is still audible as he leans against the wall.

It feels good to be able to feel things again, other than anger and helplessness at being stuck in this situation like a goddamn idiot. The short rest has helped with that, too.

"What made you do that? You hate heights." She hasn't ever come out explicitly and said so, but she doesn't need to. He could tell from her reaction in the Mainframe easy enough.

"I don't...!" Lambert can't see the redness in her face, but he can probably imagine what she looks like as she starts to protest, then seems to think better of it, and stops. Laughing at her at a time like this... jerk.

"What I hate is going to tea parties and dancing and acting like a lady and pretending like there's nothing else going on." It wasn't exactly pretending for the earlier part of the evening... but the point stands. "I saw an opportunity to do something, so I took it."

Gongenzaka is weak.

He seems to lay on his side-the side with no arm, the side which was struck by poison. His left legs are entirely submerged in stone, and the rocks have reached his mane with ease, a 'bush' coming from the cavern earth. But his right side, as well, is being pulled downward. Up to the thighs on his legs, up to the upper right arm, as it's awkwardly held and angled... It forces his head to the ground, as if bowing.

Or perhaps more like something lowering their head to drink.

He is a mess-clothing torn, still bleeding glowing blood from a few places he was scratched up-Gongenzaka breathes roughly, struggling with so much of his body cemented in place, but he looks around with shining eyes until he can see more clearly.

And when he does, he grimaces. Chokes- "....Sans..."

Sans had mostly been holding still, but Gon speaking to him make him look abruptly in his direction, his eye flashing with flickering blue light. Then, he jerks back, as if flinching.

All he can remember at the moment is Gongenzaka forcing him to the ground, bound in those vines. He still has cracks on his arms and ribs from it. It idea makes him angry and nervous, regardless of how contained Gongenzaka is at the moment.

"Stay away from me," he hisses through his teeth. It isn't exactly a tall order, considering.

"I....the man Gongenzaka...KH-!" There is a pause, deafening and painfully long despite the short seconds it actually is, as the massive form quakes. A choke, and a series of pained coughs breaking through, the latter ending with what could be mistaken for a canid whine.

"Hhhahhhhkk... ....could not, if I so wished....hhh....but.....are you....yourself..?" he asks, his voice raising with a worried pitch. "Are..."

"Did I, the man G...Gongenzaka, hurt you too significantly..?" The question, as it finishes, seems to fade out. The words quiet themselves, as his ears flatten backward and his eyes narrow to pained slits. He tried-tried all he could not to push harder than necessary, after all.

He doesn't understand what that is supposed to mean. Is he 'himself'? What should 'himself' be doing? Right now, he doesn't know what he's doing at all.

"Don't... Don't even try it," he growls, his voice quiet and with an edge of uncertainty. "I know what you did. What you were doing. You thought you could gang up on me, and that you'd have it, but you were wrong..."

"Ahh...." And that....

....The next sound Sans will hear is sobbing. Broken, and mixed with pained 'laughter', to the point where one becomes undistinguisable from the other. The leaves on his back shake and rustle as if blown by their own wind, and Gongenzaka's eyes close. "....You are not, then.... ....Not at all...."

He takes a rasping breath-and his eyes open, coated with a watery film. "S....Sans.... ....As I, the man Gongenzaka, told you.... ...My intent was never to harm.... ....For you.... ...For you in particular, that is important, is it not..?"

That's really uncomfortable to listen to, and Sans doesn't know how to process it. He squirms in his bonds like he wants to get away, but none of his magic is available to help him. He averts his gaze.

"It doesn't matter... It doesn't matter what... happens to me," he says, and the words feel hollow as they come out. What is he talking about? Why doesn't anything feel right? He falls silent for a few moments until it finally occurs to him what Gongenzaka is implying.

He looks back at him, his non-broken eyes wide.

"Don't talk about that."

"And why.... hHhhh....Why....would it not...? Not merely....because of your position," he insists, choking, "...But who you are..? Why....kh.... Why you were missing, all this time... ....why you were tasked with that position..."

Gongenzaka swallows. And for a moment, again closes his eyes as tears call across his fur. It mixes with bits of blood that made their way there, shining a diluted red, and he attempts to adjust his head's position in vain. It is 'stuck' there, not by stones, but merely the way his neck and his body is forced to rest.

"....It is the truth," he eventually says. "....I....the man Gongenzaka.... .....and the others here.... ....did not wish you dead..."

"...Only saved..."

"Well, you're wrong," he says quietly, looking away again. "Because... I don't care anymore. Whatever I do... it's not because of me."

He lets his body sag, his shoulders aching from strain. He doesn't even feel like his own words are making sense.

"I'm just doing what I'm supposed to."

"....Is that so?" He can't fight, not properly. He can speak, but that is all, and beyond that perhaps make faces. Try to breathe. Try to stay awake...

Gongenzaka sighs, but the sound comes out a choking cough again, one that is followed by a rumbling struggle to get his breathing in order. "....Or are you acting.... because of what fills your soul...?"

He growls-and now, anger enters his eyes, the stones themselves seeming to impossibly 'stiffen' with the rest of him. "....I, the man Gongenzaka, felt it, Sans....a poison....a toxin, sitting upon your existence... Do you feel...that is nothing?"

"...Do you truly not care..?"

Not just inside of him, either. Apparently, the poison is also sort of leaking out his face, at the moment. The feeling of that toxin would be even heavier now, if Gon had full access to his senses.

"It's because he stung me," Sans mumbles, not sounding that concerned with it, just vaguely reflective. "And, because... everything was poison down there. It got into everything. Even your soul."

"....S....So it affected you more...." Gongenzaka nods, closing his eyes in understanding.

And abruptly, there is a shout. "...UNFORGIVABLE..!"

The sound echoes. If he could have punched something, he would have, no doubt-but he cannot even move, and instead the silence is brought back to quiet tears. "...and I, the man Gongenzaka....c.... Can still do nothing for it, aah...? ....how...unforgivable, of me...."

"...but yet..." Gongenzaka swallows, ears raising. "....You... ....You say this place....kh.... This place here.... ....You were not here, before..."

Meanwhile, there's that one token prisoner who's struggling with futile jerking within his section of stone- breathing toward the stone near where he's sure his feet are somewhere with unfortunately just literal hot air that occasionally flickers weakly at best with the sound of a flat 'pwww...fsshh'

"Dammit, but there's gotta be some way out of here..!!"

Can't even summon Clear Wing to scout the place, stupid guards took the enchanted dice that was in his pocket and likely brought said artifact straight to the Prince.... basically this all sucks and slowly turning into a jagged stone statue is icing on the top at this rate.

"It was somewhere else, before," he says, apparently just rambling away whatever comes to his mind. He's too distracted and rattled to monitor his speech, or even to have a good idea of what is and isn't a secret. Keeping together the basic facts is hard enough.

"When the Prince first took us... it was these tunnels... and something in it made food go rotten, and turned the servants into beasts. So they just kinda... ate each other."

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