thisavrou_log | [Player Plot] Indoctrination

Who: Everyone who wants in on this brainwashing/techno-zombie fun times!
When: 08-11.11.2016
Where: Around the Moira and in a room in the ILR
What: Mass Effect-style brainwashing/techno-zombie fun times!
Warnings: Brainwashing, potential body horror and techno-zombies!

Nihlus is halfway into dozing off in the lounge, when he sees her. He’s surrounded by a small pile of tablets and Blasto was on in the background, volume set to low enough that he could barely make out the dialogue. The light from the TV flickers over the walls, casting sharp, deep shadows with the ceiling lights turned off.

Benezia’s serene face stares back at him from the doorway and he blinks sleepily at her, letting a tablet fall out from his numb grip to clatter on the floor.

What a weird dream.

“Hey,” he says, and he might be crying, wobbling infrasonics making his jaw ache, throat closed on a sob. She smiles at him and Nihlus laughs in raspy resignation, sitting up and pushing off the couch to follow her.

The corridors are empty, silent, just the low hum of the ship’s systems, the sound of their footsteps, the whispering slide of the Matriarch’s fine robe trailing after her in a delicate wave. Eventually, they end up in the cargo bay, standing before a large crate with his name on in. He vaguely remembers a notice had arrived in the mail for him a few weeks back, but he’d been caught up with the species swap and… well. It’d slipped his mind.

Turning to Benezia, he finds the Asari watching him expectantly. She nods her head towards the crate.

Open it.

There’s a moment of hesitation, surreality settling over him in a blanket of white noise. What a weird, weird dream. Without really thinking about it, body moving on autopilot, Nihlus starts snapping the latches open, working his way around the crate until the lid is completely unlocked. Lifting it takes some effort and he grunts, sleep deprived muscle heavy and uncooperative.

Blue light spills over him, warm and welcoming, glimmering softly in the gloom and rooting him to the spot for a small eternity.

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Padmé had seen him, and while she might not know him that well yet, she would speak to him. Even if she knew him only a little, he had been important to Leia, and with Leia gone, Padmé could only imagine what it was that he was feeling. Were Anakin to leave... But she does not let that thought linger.

She is surprised by his actions, mouth open slightly. For a moment only, as concern flashes across her face. "I asked how you were doing."

There's something wild in his eyes. Leia-- but of course, it isn't her. It takes him a moment to make sense of things-- this headache, no wonder he can't see straight. Okay. Of course, it's Padmé.

"I-- I'm sorry," he mutters, rubbing at his temple. "Just a headache."

There is concern that flashes across her face. While she has met him under some strange circumstances, or perhaps questionable would be a better answer, he has never been quite so... Well, she's not entirely certain what to call it. Troubled?

"Did you need something? A cup of water? Help to the clinic?"

"No, I'm all right. Just..." Tired. There's a ringing in his ears that comes and goes, there's something that has him on edge, and he can't explain any of it. It's important, in some way he doesn't comprehend, that he not explain it. With a steadying breath, he forces a smile.

"Really. How are you?"

It doesn't banish the worry that she has, although she regards him lightly. She knows little about his history, about what he has been through in his own time, and about what he has been through here. Padmé nods, taking his words as they are, although she remains watchful.

There is a small shrug of her shoulders. "Much the same as usual. Well enough, all things considered. Glad the strangeness of the floors and the sleepiness has departed me."

"I think that's what happened. It's the smell."

Frowning, he rubs again at his temple, not quite noticing that he's doing it.

"So you haven't noticed anything... strange?"

That's normal, right, that kind of question?

The smell? His saying that does have Padmé drawing in a breath, although to the best of her knowledge and belief, she cannot smell anything out of the ordinary. She shakes her head lightly in response. With this place, one never knows though. It could be something, or it could be nothing.

She does pause though, clearly considering his words and taking them to heart. Yet as she skims through her memory, there is nothing that stands out to her. "Nothing recently, that I know about anyway."

"Really? Well, that's..."

Probably a sign that he's going crazy.

"Good." Yes, good. Well, whatever's going on with him, he feels awful-- so it is at least genuinely good that she's not afflicted. Maybe it's just exhaustion and stress, the scent of decay that still lingers in some rooms and corridors. (Of course, that doesn't explain the ringing, or the voices that seem to wait around every corner, the misplaced silhouettes that vanish when he turns to look at them.)

"Anyway, I was just... walking." He's been drawn to the stranger parts of the ship-- the quiet, winding halls that don't seem to want to be traveled.

Padmé wouldn't say that, especially given the nature of the ship, or perhaps the nature of the galaxy around them. She isn't certain where it stems from, but there certainly are a fair number of oddities that occur. "Are you certain you don't need a hand walking somewhere? You seem a bit-"

Although she gives a small pause, debating what word. "Tired?" Or distracted.

He shakes his head, oddly torn between the desire to insist that he's fine, and the want for company. Which is strane-- he doesn't even really want the company. He just wants--

Who the hell knows? If he knew, really, what's wrong with him, that'd be a big step toward fixing it.

"I don't know," he admits. Maybe it would help.

"Were you heading for your ship, or?" That gentleness there, letting it drop. He does seem a bit confused, and while she knows him little, Padmé won't just leave him be. If he is important to Leia, he is important to her.

He'd be touched by the concern... if he wasn't preoccupied by being spooked by who-knows-what.

"Maybe I should."

Maybe he should. It was a rather peculiar statement, although Padmé doesn't pry as to where he actually had been on his way to before they had crossed paths. "Would you like some company on the walk down?"

"I think... I think I'm okay."

Being rattled in front of her is an embarrassment he'd rather not prolong.

"Thanks, though. Just... keep your eyes open."

For what, he doesn't know.

It is not something that Padmé would ever judge him for, and this place does seem to act on its own accord at times. She does weigh his words though, as she would not forgive herself if something does happen to him. Yet she does nod. "Of course. You as well, Han."

[Player Plot] Indoctrination - Part 1

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