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thoughtformed2012-05-17 10:29 pm
dungeon_channel) wrote in thoughtformed2012-05-17 10:29 pm
DUNGEON LOG.
Where: Varying underground locations somewhere on the island.
When: Early morning on the eighteenth through the end of the twenty-first.
Who: Seven teams of two people, listed below.
Why: Because nobody likes a snoop.
Starting the morning on the eighteenth, there are seven new local cable channels available on island TV. There are no ads announcing them, so only people channel-surfing will run across them at first. Each channel shows something rather shocking: two people held together by a pair of thick, futuristic shackles made of some strange white plastic. They're somewhere underground, and followed constantly by hidden cameras in their surroundings. Welcome to the strangest reality TV show ever.
For those seven teams, however, life is significantly worse. They'll wake up in the darkness, shackled to someone they may or may not know. They'll be wearing whatever clothes they wore yesterday (thankfully, not whatever they wore to bed). They'll be carrying anything they usually carry, though any weapon will be lacking extra ammunition beyond the load it started with. Their electronic devices will not connect to any networks or receive any signal, but will otherwise behave normally. Worst, however, any supernatural abilities they possess will be dampened -- subtly for some, more extremely for others (sorry Jade).
The shackles will not cut or break. Any attempt to remove them merely tightens them. There is no visible lock to pick. Examine or struggle how you will, but short of severing your forearm there's no certain way to remove them.
So: where the Hell are you, anyway?
Check out the threads below for answers.
When: Early morning on the eighteenth through the end of the twenty-first.
Who: Seven teams of two people, listed below.
Why: Because nobody likes a snoop.
Starting the morning on the eighteenth, there are seven new local cable channels available on island TV. There are no ads announcing them, so only people channel-surfing will run across them at first. Each channel shows something rather shocking: two people held together by a pair of thick, futuristic shackles made of some strange white plastic. They're somewhere underground, and followed constantly by hidden cameras in their surroundings. Welcome to the strangest reality TV show ever.
For those seven teams, however, life is significantly worse. They'll wake up in the darkness, shackled to someone they may or may not know. They'll be wearing whatever clothes they wore yesterday (thankfully, not whatever they wore to bed). They'll be carrying anything they usually carry, though any weapon will be lacking extra ammunition beyond the load it started with. Their electronic devices will not connect to any networks or receive any signal, but will otherwise behave normally. Worst, however, any supernatural abilities they possess will be dampened -- subtly for some, more extremely for others (sorry Jade).
The shackles will not cut or break. Any attempt to remove them merely tightens them. There is no visible lock to pick. Examine or struggle how you will, but short of severing your forearm there's no certain way to remove them.
So: where the Hell are you, anyway?
Check out the threads below for answers.
Team One: Tim – Jade
Team Two: Finnick – Remus
Team Three: Jack – Kaylee
Team Four: Sherlock – Davesprite
Team Five: Natasha – Feferi
Team Six: Naoto – Ramona
Team Seven: Jenny – Nathan
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"I'm Jade Harley. I'd say it's nice to meet you, buuut..." she chuckles nervously and picks at the hem of her dress. Then sudden realization hits her like a renegade freighter, and her fidgeting fingers still. Her mouth forms a doleful oval.
"... I don't know where we are," she says dumbly.
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After a moment of searching, he retrieves a chemical glowstick from a hidden pocket, and (hoping it hasn't been replaced with nitroglycerin) shakes it until it generates a weak, pale light.
"...that suggests more questions than answers. Hunh."
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"No! I mean, I should know! Well, it's kind of a really long story, but space stuff is like my..." she fumbles for an explanation, "Domain! Yes, domain. I should know where we are... but I don't."
Her eyes search the expansive gloom above them. "What is this place?" It's whispered like someone might overhear them.
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"The architecture is Central American. Modern pre-Columbian... could be Mayan, or Toltec, or Olmec. Not my area of expertise. Although that --" he points at the metal bars "-- looks like iron, and none of those civilizations had ironworking."
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Thankful for the historical distraction, Jade follows his finger to the metal grate in question. "Then that probably means whoever put that there, put us here, too, right?" She gives their cuffs a pointed jangle.
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Scanning carefully for any other dangers as they advance, Tim starts to walk slowly toward the grate and the giant head.
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After examining them a moment, he hands one to Jade.
"They're new," he says. "Much newer than anything else here. I can't find any tech in them, but... it seems like a pretty strong hint to me that we're supposed to put them on. Feel like playing along?"