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[avengeful]

 
Saw another memory. 

[Sam's voice is solemn, befitting the situation, but he hardly sounds thrown off by all this; he's unbearably used to visions by now anyway. This? This is similar enough. The added weight of feelings and thoughts make it heavier, and it's in the past instead of the near future, but it's still close enough.]

A woman someone called Biswas let a bunch of people out — experiments...? Test subjects used to try and... I guess mess with their DNA, make them better suited for to colonization. They all had numbers; she'd listen to them when she worked, sometimes, when they'd scream or cry for help. [He runs a hand over his face, exhausted suddenly by the thought.] She let them out, and 'Stephen' killed her. At least, I think he did; there was a gunshot, but...

[That's kind of where it ended.

His voice softens a bit, something cold sitting in the pit of his stomach.]

Anyone know anything about these people?

Worse off, do you think the numbers they had are like the numbers we had?

Are we — 

[He stops himself, frowning. Eventually, he just shakes his head.]

... I need to go for a walk. Keep me updated if you guys find anything interesting. I'll tell you what I can about what I saw in detail, if I can.

[And that's exactly what he does. Keeping an eye on the comms, of course, but also visiting the usual places: drink at the bar, resting with something to read in the gardens. Usually he likes the solitude — or maybe is just too screwy in the head right now to want company — but after seeing things like this... hard to want to be alone. He goes to the bar, to the library. He even combs over said library again, in vain. Like there'd be something new there.

Something about all this makes him too uneasy. Like something's going to happen. Not just the usual 'happen', either. 

He plops down and reads in the garden. Reads a downloaded, crappy story that was clearly half-assedly based on earth. Something about it being taken over and humanity being enslaved, or something. Very H.G. Wells, but with absolutely no accurate readings of earth, like an alien race guessed what the place was like. Funny how none of this makes him feel too much better.]

((OOC: omg ignore my delete i'm an idiot; also action brackets are okay with this post, if you're interested. I was gonna post a log, but this'll do :|b))

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[voice forever!]

[ryuuzaki]

Wait. Whose point of view did you experience? The woman's?

[This sounds unusually urgent, as Ryuuzaki's behavior on the network goes.]

[voice forever!]

[avengeful]

Yeah. Followed her through the door, watched her punch in the codes, all of that. The Stephen guy didn't come in until the end of it.

[ryuuzaki]

I saw Stephen's point of view. He didn't shoot her... or if he did, he didn't realize it. He believed that he was shooting at the manticores she'd released, and that he was protecting her.

Did she feel anything?

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[suddenlycaptain]

He thought they were eating her while he was trying to get away.

He didn't make it. Shot himself, instead.

... At least, that's what I saw.

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[avengeful]

He what?

[Well. That's new.]

I didn't see anything... like that. Eating people, I mean. What happened? I mean, after she let the people out.

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[suddenlycaptain]

They weren't entirely people anymore. You've heard of the manticores, haven't you? That's what they were. And the features they had in this memory -- it's exactly what Matine thought she saw on Schue, before.

She let them out and he tried to put her behind him. He started shooting; hit the first and the second, but the second one he hit in the throat instead of the head and it kept coming. A third came around from behind and he moved, but she... didn't. She smiled and it went for her. He kept shooting but he was running out of ammo so he went for the door. He couldn't get it open the first time but they were eating her, which I guess bought him some time.

He got the door open just in time for one of them to grab him in the back. He only had one bullet left and he knew he was dead, they were cutting off the exit, so... he shot himself.

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[loyalpup]

[saddest voice]

You mean you think we're experiments too?

What was they doin' to the people?

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[avengeful]

[Sam hesitates, feeling a little guilty; kind of why he cut himself off to begin with, really.]

... Maybe. To the ship, anyway.

I'm not sure what they were doing. Not exactly. I do know it caused them a lot of pain and misery — something to do with their DNA. Changing them.

[He thinks of the manticores mentioned. It's easy to think on.]

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[loyalpup]

I think they's was turnin' folks inta dog things.

[He wants to say werewolves, but that's a little too close to home for him]

You think folk'll start changin? I mean, think the ship can make em change?

[voice]

[jurisimpudent]

I think that's exactly true, yes. I think the numbers are precisely the same.

[voice]

[avengeful]

Talk about your screwed up science.

From what I'm hearing... people think these guys all mutated into those creatures in the halls, then.

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[tinytactician]

[Have a rare library-dwelling teenager coming around the corner unexpectedly, but with a very polite, helpful smile.]

What are you looking for?

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[avengeful]

[He shrugs, giving up temporarily on scanning through the electronic records of -- well, mostly useless crap. Raises his hands up like I surrender there is nothing.]

Something I missed, maybe.

But there's just nothing -- helpful, anyway. No record or history of this place in here.

Re: library;

[tinytactician]

[Armin nods sadly, shifting his old-school paper and ink books to one arm.]

Perhaps no, not any records. But that does not mean there isn't anything helpful, right?

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[raisedontolkien]

Setting aside what you saw for a second, here. [Obvious concern.] How are you holding up?

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[avengeful]

Me? [He huffs, because obviously he's the pinnacle of 'okay'. Totally.] Lot of more important things to worry about.

I'm fine. Mostly just wondering where this is all going.

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[raisedontolkien]

[Can you hear the eye roll, Sam? Because it's totes happening here.]

Yeah, yeah, the ship is going to go boom and we're all going to die. Nothing new there. [Her tone turns pointed.] But no way are you fine, mister. [And yep, there's airquotes. Because she's cool like that.]

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[childofthemoon]

You okay with some company?

[Ruby tries for a sympathetic smile, but really she's also shaken. What she saw might not have been as gruesome as the memory Sam experienced... but those screams will haunt her, oh they will.

Maybe she's offering company not just for him, but for herself, too.]

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[avengeful]

[Oh heyyyyy Ruby. ///

No but — Sam isn't too good with company lately. That's not a very good way to go about life here on the Tranquility, he knows well now. So after a moment, he smiles faintly and nods. Too bad it's not the memory that makes him need company most of all.]

Sounds good. What're you up to around here, now that you're settled?

[video]

[childofthemoon]

Not much, to be honest. I'm just a small town diner waitress, so I don't really bring many useful skills with me. If you're hungry, I could meet you in the kitchens and make us kickass grilled cheese sandwiches, though.

[Genuine smile there. It's not really pity that drives her. Ruby dislikes being pitied, so she tries not to pity others too much. Friendly company is much more useful than pity, right?]

Otherwise, I hang around the gardens. Calms me a bit.

[Calms the wolf, too.]

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[hypospray]

Messing with a person's genetic material isn't pretty.

[ Like that wasn't obvious from anyone's memories. ]

You see what they looked like?

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[avengeful]

I wouldn't think so. Just people who mutate from supernatural crap alone is pretty jacked up.

You mean the prisoners?

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[hypospray]

At least that one usually isn't done purposely and has to being monitored for whoever's forcing the change's gain. And no, I meant the people talking. Yeah, I meant the prisoners.

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[vampirates]

[ The vamp is still pretty wary of this kid, but he's hardly the same Sam he's got history with - that walking tower of suspicion and resentment he met before he went and sent his mad dog Martin after his own blood.

This one seems safer, and he didn't much hold Dean's warning about how dangerous Sam with much regard already. ]

Listen... I'm workin' double shifts at the bar - why don't you come down and keep a seat warm, talk about what you saw? [ A pause. ] There's coffee, fresh brewed not ten minutes ago.

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[avengeful]

[Oh — hey. Benny.

He's not exactly proud of his time with him, considering that he was drunk off his rocker for a big chunk of time... Ha... But then, that sounds good. Coffee sounds good. He's still trying to force himself to interact, stay out of his room and thoughts, so after a moment he nods.]

Sure. Since sleep seems like it's not happening for a while now. Might as well chug caffeine.