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thisavrou_log2016-11-07 03:13 pm
beautifulspaceraptor) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-11-07 03:13 pm
[Player Plot] Indoctrination - Part 1
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.
((OOC: Prommpts/starters are in the comments! If you have questions, ask them here!))
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.
((OOC: Prommpts/starters are in the comments! If you have questions, ask them here!))
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"Maybe I should."
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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.
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