Maigo
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Post by Maigo on Nov 17, 2016 16:19:45 GMT
Honestly? This wasn't what Shiori expected at all when she got here. Glancing around at the group of people before her, she quietly studied them, her right hand twisting a bit of her shirt sleeve.
Well, they were...certainly colorful, she could say that much. Perhaps she should lay low for now.
<ooc: fml i'm late to the party>
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Post by ramenigma on Nov 19, 2016 5:40:12 GMT
"Selection. Yes, the selection process..."
Schrader nods to himself.
"It's a very, uh, scientific process. Formulating a... True random... Uh... sample selection. Actually... More systematic or stratified... Hm... You see, we have algorithms that use masked determiners to pursue a potential, uh, spread of participants based on strategic and personal qualifiers and variables which... influences... the major... allocation and division of subjects/participants sectors in accordance with, uh, group logic and analysis. Which is then, you see... Re-assessed by human intuition and, uh, personal preference pertaining to individual experimenter jocosity-based ideal situational perception to create a perfect ratio that balances for perceived experiment success."
He coughs.
"Anyway, I agree with Lucy over here. We've had enough... question time. Well, more like an 'Archie gets violent and threatens unarmed scientists, women and people half his stature wearing glasses' session but... Unfortunately, it's not my job to ensure your party as a whole makes good/effective use of their time. Now, if everyone's ready... I'll open the door."
He presses a button and the metal door rolls away to reveal... A large, open compound with a lovely manor house sitting in the center and a less-than-lavish but still not bad guest house to the side.
Crow Manor.
"Rather nice, isn't it?" Schrader croons. "Now, and I'm directing this at one of you in particular but it goes for all of you, if you would please proceed into the compound, that'd be wonderful. Otherwise, we'll have to kill you and... well, that'd be a bother. You'd, uh, also have your payment rendered moot considering your... illegibility to claim it without being alive."
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Post by blackrudone on Nov 19, 2016 9:12:08 GMT
"....what?" Chris took a while to process the doctor's explanation, but fairly quickly concluded it was just a ton of buzzwords to dodge an actual explanation. Something was fishy here... this couldn't actually be some twisted experiment they got baited into? The doctor's next words weren't exactly reassuring.
"Woa, woa, woa- Now hold on. Killing us? Wasn't this all voluntary? Did that thing you gave us mention this?"
It's not like he'd have had the option to just walk out of here, but it seemed rather unsettling he couldn't just get out of this alive if he wanted to. Back to prison - sure, no problem. Escaping death was a whole different story. Suddenly that door in front of him seemed to emit a darkness like the mouth of an abyss.
The paralysis was temporary. No matter why these people were doing this, he'd not get out of this by resisting to follow their orders here. Very slowly, he closed the distance between him and the entryway to Crow Manor. While his question remained in the room, he did not want it to look like he was stirring up trouble now. It was more accurate to say he was trying to put distance between himself and the guns rather than trying to close the distance to his destination.
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Post by ramenigma on Nov 19, 2016 12:23:40 GMT
"Oh! Signing up was totally voluntary! No mistake on that part!"
Schrader smiles pleasantly, but his eyes tell a different story.
"However, letting you leave alive without having participated in the project, yet with full knowledge of the project and... well, the ability to name names in your testimony... Shucks, maybe even a bit more evidence than that on ya..."
He shrugs.
"Well! The time for participant withdrawals is over, is all! But, for what it's worth, if you weren't planning to run out on us, it's not a problem. Not worth dwelling on, is what I'm saying."
He pauses.
"The fineprint covered this, of course..."
You can't tell whether he's lying or not, but knowing how things tend to pan out... Worst case scenario, they'd add said print later on.
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Post by Bad Pasta on Nov 19, 2016 17:06:23 GMT
Robert felt a sharp pain on his wrist, and then was back on his feet before he realized what was going on. The glasses made it difficult to figure out what was happened. Well, more than usual for him, at least.
Speaking of the glasses, a new shapeless blob was now asking for them. From the voice, Robert thought it was the man he had originally taken them from. "Sure, have them back," Robert said, removing the glasses and returning the world to clarity. "I don't know why you'd want them, though. They don't work at all."
He then knelt down to begin collecting his medical instruments as Schrader gave his explanation how the teams would be decided. Robert gave small nods to himself as he listened; the explanation made perfect sense, and seemed like the best way to organize the group.
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Post by bbladerxring on Nov 19, 2016 20:44:57 GMT
Arch didn't say a word. He had nothing he wanted to say, for once.
All he wanted was OUT. Before the presence of a certain someone within his vicinity drove him insane.
Silently, and not wanting to argue with the doctor, Arch makes his way to the compound, pushing and shoving away anyone who gets in his way without apologizing.
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Post by inspectoralnoodle on Nov 20, 2016 16:45:15 GMT
Katusrou turned away from Robert for a moment to acknowledge Doctor Schrader opening the door. Pocketing the item in his hand, he nodded to the doctor with approval. "Wonderful, the sooner we get in, the sooner we can put this all behind us. We've got murder plans to draft, the god father of organized crime to assassinate, and order to restore. Or as I like to call it, Tuesday."
Needless to say, it wasn't Tuesday. But the sheer confidence and cheerfulness of his tone made it seem very convincing. You might begin to wonder if it really was Tuesday. Was it? In fact, time felt a bit out of place at the moment. Was it still morning or had it already drifted into the mid-afternoon portion of the day? How long WAS the van ride going here?
Leaving people to ponder on that, Katsurou returned his attention to the eccentric surgeon, who was now handing him his glasses, claiming that they didn't work at all. Now he began to question if this man really was a doctor. Had he assumed glasses enhanced eyesight? Whatever the case, Katsurou took his glasses back, wiped them clean, and then put them back on. His eyes adjusted to the sudden clarity and relaxed from the earlier strain.
"Thank you, Doctor Strange. Now if you wear them for long enough, you'll probably need some of your own. But that's not a good idea if you're going to be handling such delicate tools, but that's just my opinion." he waved the doctor a goodbye and walked towards the entrance of the inner compound. The heels of his shoes tapped the floor with every step, sending echoes throughout the chamber as he neared his new temporary home. The sight of the mansion was a wonder in itself to behold. To think that some time in the future, the real model will be the site of the world's biggest headline. A future distant, yet attainable.
He came to walk beside the man who kept dropping his file earlier. He slowed to match his pace for a moment, leaning in slightly to speak. "They say the best prisons are those designed to look and feel like a home. Can't say I disagree with that."
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Post by gemellidreamer on Nov 20, 2016 23:56:30 GMT
"Your orders are understood. I'll be moving in now." Lise said to Doctor Schrader, and for a second her posture was much more serious, a complete 180 from how relaxed she seemed before. ... Of course, this moment was over soon enough, so it was easy to miss if you weren't paying attention. Lise didn't particularly like being overly-serious, but a certain level of respect and courtesy was expected when it came to employers. It was part of the job that she was being paid for.
Without making any more comments, Lise joined the others in moving to the compound. Maybe she would be more talkative later, but for now, she wanted to get as much information as she could.
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Post by blackrudone on Nov 22, 2016 16:35:37 GMT
Schrader's explanation sounded like it made sense. Then again, it wasn't all that reassuring, but Chris was here to go alongwith this game. His remaining fear was about what would happen once they had accomplished their goal. In order to keep this entire operation secret, there was still the option they would try to silence everyone... it might be wise to work on an escape plan, just in case.
A man with glasses approached him, Chris did not recognize him as the guy who had kept a bag on his head for a prolonged period of time, but he did recall this was one of the people caught up in the noisy activities from earlier. He would have felt sorry for him if it wasn't fairly apparent this person was not bothered at all by what had happened.
Chris did not slow in his steps or look much at the person besides him. Already on his guard, he found it kind of suspect that this guy would bring up prisons of all things to him.
"If a prison feels so much like a home that it makes you want to stay, then it's doing its job just fine. Not that I've ever seen one that's really worth it. Say, do you recognize me? Or what's the big idea?"
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Post by Try Biển Noodles on Nov 22, 2016 17:52:38 GMT
Lucius stood there listening to Dr. Schrader, and he was pleased that things were finally getting started with the job. The talk of death barely fazed him as he would rather be dead than go a day without his precious cigarettes. The thing that crossed the line for him was the cute little name the good doctor called him.
Ignoring the banter from the rest of them, Lucius made his way into the the compound. As he passed Doctor Schrader, Lucius stopped in his tracks and spoke softly but firmly to the doctor. "I hope I do not have to say this again... NEVER refer to me as that grotesque name again." Following his proclamation, the makeup artist continued his way into the compound.
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Post by DreadLasagnaArchduke on Nov 22, 2016 22:31:44 GMT
"Damned nice digs ya got here, old man. 's like some sorta castle or something. I figure that's probably within you guys' power, but again, don't go considering that a formal request just yet. Gotta really think about this one. That said, I'll be hauling my ass in there now." Tombstone replied, placing his banjo on his back again.
He walked over to join the group then came to a stop, rocking back and forth as he had done before. "Well, no turning back now, folks. For better or for worse, once we go in there, we're all gonna be stuck here together for a while. If anyone's a serial killer, now's probably the time to say so. Doubt that it'll make any difference in our being stuck here, but it'd keep things interesting at least."
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Post by ramenigma on Nov 23, 2016 9:35:37 GMT
"Well, then! Now that you're all inside..."
Schrader smiles and waves as the steel doors begin to close.
"That's goodbye for me, then! We'll keep an eye on you, though!"
He pauses.
"I suggest you get a good look around your new home. You'll know when we move into the... More interesting phase. Heheheh."
As he chuckles, the door fully closes and locks into place. From here on out, there's no turning back.
Maybe you should do as the good doctor says and take a look around the estate?
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Post by gemellidreamer on Nov 23, 2016 22:06:10 GMT
"Hm. He was pretty eager to get out, or at least that's the impression he's trying to give us. Hm... I wonder why?" Lise said, as though there wasn't an obvious answer to her question. She was actually fully aware of the possibility that Doctor Schrader had quickly left due to the eccentricities of the group. But that just made her wonder... Who had managed to cross that line? Was it multiple people, or just one specific person who had caused Doctor Schrader to want to leave as quickly as possible? There was also the possibility that he would have acted like that no matter what. Regardless, the answer probably didn't matter much in the long run.
Lise took a deep breath, for no other reason than because she liked doing that before a mission in order to calm her nerves. ... Technically, their mission wouldn't officially begin until they were called on again after they had explored the estate a bit, but it still felt like a tradition that needed to be followed. There were a few important things that they needed to locate. She had to wonder if they would be allowed to eat and drink already, or if it was far too early for that. There was one way to quickly find out.
And so Lise decided to take a look around the room they found themselves in. Is there a map anywhere? Any signs of the food and drinks?
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Post by DreadLasagnaArchduke on Nov 29, 2016 2:45:08 GMT
"Adios, doc! See you later! That is, if you don't decide to have us all killed after this anyway. Happens sometimes with these secret things, at least in the movies and whatever." Tombstone waved, still sporting the same smile. "Time to take a look at this place." he decided.
"Dang, they got a fountain. That's how you can tell they've got some cash to go around. Might go for a swim a little later if I'm in the mood. Knew a guy who had a fountain once. Bought a bunch of crocodiles and kept them in it. Didn't end well for him, from what I heard..." he bowed his head with a solemn look on his face. "Homeowner's association didn't take too kindly to it, made him sell 'em back!" he chuckled. "That's enough about fountains, though. There's gotta be more around here..."
Tombstone looks around the yard in search of anything interesting.
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Post by ramenigma on Dec 2, 2016 1:53:03 GMT
[Note! There is a map in the Main Thread]
The room Lise and the others found themselves in was... Well, if it wasn't the large, cavernous walls at the far sides of the compound... a decently open courtyard. Specifically, they stood in the middle of a driveway, surrounded by the estate garden. Behind them, or in front of them, depending on whether they were facing the door... Stood the Crow Estate, itself. Or, well, the replica of it. Daunting and made out of high quality materials, it spoke of power and elegance. To their side, there was a small country guest house. Probably for the servants. Or, well, for the participants in this scenario... As for the yard, itself, a few gardening implements had been left near a hedge. Clippers, a trowel, a hoe... But for the most part, it was a pretty typical garden. That said, it was such a large space that who knows what might lie in different parts of it...
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