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lostcarnival2018-10-17 01:22 pm
ringleaders) wrote in lostcarnival2018-10-17 01:22 pm
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⇨ POLARIS 2.0
Who: Everyone!
When: Days 110 - 114
Where: Polaris
What: After a mysterious explosion shakes the station, the staff of Polaris struggle to maintain order while the test subjects fight for freedom with the aid of hidden allies. Productivity info is here.
Warnings: More graphic experimentation.
When: Days 110 - 114
Where: Polaris
What: After a mysterious explosion shakes the station, the staff of Polaris struggle to maintain order while the test subjects fight for freedom with the aid of hidden allies. Productivity info is here.
Warnings: More graphic experimentation.
THEORY & CONCLUSION↴ At the midnight between Day 109 and Day 110, something happens. For most people, it won't be clear what - yet, they are shaken by it just the same. Violent tremors appear out of nowhere, rattling the entirety of the Polar station, violent enough to throw sleeping test subjects off their bunks. The source is unclear, but there is a sudden flurry of activity from staff as power flickers and is lost in various parts of the facility. Subjects, for the most part, will be left to their cells while they try to sort things out. The next morning, the staff are late picking people up. It's more like 6:30AM than the usual 6AM when they arrive to take people to the farm, which is a bit of tardiness that is entirely without precedent. Any questions about the incident the previous night will be waved off with the explanation of 'technical difficulties' that have been 'resolved.' ► DELTA: The three new Deltas will be left in their cells for even longer, waiting to be picked up, instructed that they would be escorted elsewhere instead of to the farm. Around 6:45AM some unfamiliar technicians will arrive and tell them that they are here to begin their processing into Delta. They are led into a previously untouched section of the station, where they are invited into a somewhat more intimate medical room to be asked some cursory questions and given a check up. Then, their suits will be removed, and they will be provided with their new uniforms, which they can apply like normal clothes. Delta life begins there. There will be a top level for the initial parts of their processing to be played out. Ultimately, however, they will end up being given a tour of the new Delta facilities, which amounts to a waterfront area that borders the new apartments they'll be staying in, as well a small supply shop where they can pick up an allotted amount of 'amenities' per day, based on their level of productivity and other achievements. This includes luxury items like food, pleasant smelling soaps, or other hygiene related tools. There are even small things like decorations or pictures of other places available, though they are fairly expensive. The first day will mostly involve the processing, a tour, and some basic training regarding the new tools they will be using, such as the mandatory visors and basic computer access. The next day, observation shifts in the farm will start, as will participation in trials. ► FARMING: The Farm will continue as normal, though it seems like there are fewer staff observing it at the moment. The ones that are there seem a little bit more tense than usual. Power is still down in some places, but the Farm is thankfully still active. Sometimes the productivity turn-in scanners might be a bit glitchy, so try not to panic if it measures fewer points than you're due. ► TRIALS: Trials are continuing as projected, though with the most broad of experiments already under way, they may be more selective. If you have an idea for a trial you can be sure to share it with the staff, and they will take it under advisement! Any information you want to provide is encouraged, they will say, especially if it involves notable traits about you or your fellow test subjects - or perhaps behavioral patterns you've noticed. You might even be rewarded! |
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The technician ignores him, this go around, just sitting hunched over at the console table in an ostensibly grouchy manner.
"Foolish," is all they say.
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"We're good at foolish," he mutters, looking at the red flashing light. He wonders if someone else would have been able to make more of this situation. A talker like Yuya or Strange. He isn't much of a talker, and talking is all he's got.
With an effort, he carefully levers himself up to sit, or at least attempt to, at the edge of the examination table or whatever he's on. If he's even capable of it or the technician doesn't stop him first.
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After another few minutes, a voice identical to the one coming from the drone that met with the Huntsman picks up over some kind of intercom system.
"The Code Red has been resolved," she says, crisply. The reds lights stop flashing, fading to a softer shade of the colour that looks more like an angry scab. The screen seems to be suggesting things about 'hull damage' and the like, but it is no longer critical.
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"Guess that's good for you. Back to business as usual," he says, not really expecting a response given the technician's surliness so far. Certainly not a good thing for the Carnival, if it's at all related to them (and where something strong enough to rock a hunk of magic metal in the sky is concerned, Lambert's pretty sure it's related). He plants his feet on the floor to steady himself and just concentrates on trying to breathe.
"Hey. What's your name, anyway?"
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He's less thrilled to see his spine on display again -- hopefully, this doesn't mean they're going to be making any 'adjustments' while he's awake.
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It's at this point that the other technician comes back.
"The core is secured," they say, regardless of the fact that Gamma-238 likely heard it on the intercom. "They've collected the injured and cleared out the entire sector."
"Volatile materials under pressure," Gamma-238 comments. "Hope that you don't find yourself reassigned to Omicron duty in their absence."
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“The fun just never ends here, does it? No wonder Shimmer and Scald got out.” He keeps an eye on their reactions, though for all he knows, they don’t know those two as more than just their rank and a series of numbers.
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"Theta-701 is attempting social manipulation," they say. "Simply record and do not engage."
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“What, you haven’t heard of them?” he asks, liltingly. He only has this account second-hand, so he has to scrape the details from his memory of Strange’s reports, but spite is a good motivator.
“They worked for the Mother of Invention, just the same as you. Cutting up changelings, helping her figure out a way to make iron hurt fae less, or whatever else she’s trying to do here. Worked their way right up to the top, got high enough to be trusted to go out there and—” He raises a hand and spreads his fingers wide, making a pshewww sound. “—they ran.”
He settles back down, still thinking out loud. “‘Course, they never said anything about the rest they left behind. Did the Mother of Invention even care, or did she just some other sucker to promote?”
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