the dream is over, but the nightmare's just beginning...

[thebigsister]

characters: Eleanor Lamb & YOU
settings: Dormitory Hallways & Stairs
format: action tags to start off, but I'll match your preference
summary: there's a... thing in a diver's suit, with what look like harpoons or really scary needles at its wrists, roaming the halls. Do come by to say hi.
warnings: I warned you, bro, I warned you about those stairs! None yet, will be added as necessary.

[Eleanor awoke to a panic. She calmed herself as she tried to make sense of the situation, though the letters left by her (?) bed weren't much help. Trapped. Again. She refused to believe it just yet. Fortunately for her, she found the mismatched Big Sister suit her Father had managed to assemble for her, still in functional condition.

She would not be trapped. After all that had happened, after tasting freedom, Eleanor Lamb was not going to take this lying down.

So she suited up with ease and determined, prepared to explore the place. She would find a way out. She would. So there she is, steps heavy along the corridors, with a distinct clank of metal, as she makes her way around, carefully studying the structure and built of the halls. Like her father has taught her, she's not out to kill innocents, but she will fight, if fighting is what's necessary to recover her freedom.]

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[thebigsister]

"That depends, really," she shifts her posture, toes pointing inward, head tilted at an angle. "Do you want to be saved or do you want to help?"

[deadliestberet]

His answer came quietly with a calm, shrug of his shoulders. "In truth I'd like a bit of both." While it would be very nice to be the one who was saved for once, Preston knew that such a thing would be an imposibility. And so would have to help out.

[thebigsister]

Eleanor nods to herself, though the helmet barely moves.

"Then we'll find a way out, you and I, and if you end up needing a bit of saving, well, I can probably do that, too."

[deadliestberet]

A small smile began to slowly work it's way onto the soldier's face. "Much appreciated miss. And I'll be sure to extend that courtesy to you as well."

[thebigsister]

Yes. They would get out, one way or another. Eleanor began to feel the anger simmer down inside her as her new objective began to take shape before her eyes. A way out, freedom. She would have it. She would have it. And no one was going to stop her.

"I would appreciate that, Private Marlowe. I'm going to explore this place, look into every nook and cranny. And then, when the time is right... well, they won't know what hit them."

[deadliestberet]

Well now wasn't this nice? It looked as though he had gained another ally in the tower. Although he currently did not know to what extent that this woman may go to achieve her goals. Preston did know that she could be very helpful to him in the future. And may even prove to be a good friend as well. Given that they had essentially offered each other mutual protection.

"A-ah, alright then..." So what was he going to do? Probably just do the same. But before that, he had a feeling that he may need that gun that he was granted sometime in the future. Meaning that Preston may need to assemble it sometime soon. "We will find a way out eventually." Or bring the tower crumbling down...or both. It just depended on which one came first.

...and then I realize I left this tag open and unsent since this morning. Go me!

[thebigsister]

"Yes, we will. We need to explore thoroughly, before anything else. That should dictate what to do next."

She's filled with a purpose again, and her determination begins to close around the fact she will get out of this place, no matter how long it will take. Eleanor feels the anger start to dissolve somewhat, turning into something else all together.

"It might not be easy or quick, but we will definitely find a way out of this place."

Haha! No worries.

[deadliestberet]

Well now doesn' she seem motivated? That was nice...right? Yeah, it had to be rather nice indeed. Nodding his head in agreement, both towards his own thoughts and Eleanor's own conviction. And in truth he really did believe that they would find a way out of here. After all, they had to have arrived inside the building somehow, right?

"Then how about I give ya a tour of what I found out so far?"

<3!

[thebigsister]

"I would very much like that, yes." Eleanor shrugs somewhat, moving with ease that contradicts the apparent weight of the suit. "Please, lead the way."

:D

[deadliestberet]

"Alright follow me then." He started to walk down the hall they were on and towards the nearest elevator. "I guess to start things off with, right now we're currently in the dorms. If you didn't know that. Everyone who is trapped here lives here." It's always best to start off small and with obvious observations.

[thebigsister]

Eleanor follows, rather obediently. She still looks around rather than at him, as he speaks, however, trying to memorize the layout and study the details. "I see, does everyone wake up in those... suits and with those collars?"

[deadliestberet]

He nodded his head, stopping in front of an elevator as soon as they got in front of it. "To my knowledge, yes. I did anyway. And there doesn't seem to be anyway to get the collars off yet either." Which he's guessing will be one of the first priorities of escaping the tower. Or at the very least, find out what they're for exactly.

[thebigsister]

"Perhaps they're tracking devices of some sort," she speculated, following his lead. "It would explain why everyone is forced to wear them, and why they are designed to be so sturdy." The implication of course, that she tried, repeatedly, to get the damn thing off. And it didn't budge. A millimeter.

[deadliestberet]

"Perhaps." And that could very well be one of their uses as well. "Although I think they may be something a bit more than just tracking collars."

[thebigsister]

"...do you have another theory?" Again, the helmet muffles her voice enough her inflexion is almost entirely lost, but she's definitely curious about this.

[deadliestberet]

Preston sighed, waiting for the elevator to arrive. Scratching the scruff on his chin for a moment or two before nodding his head. "Kind of. I personally think it's meant to be pumping some form of chemical into our body. Not sure what it is, though."

[thebigsister]

Eleanor tenses for a moment, shifting her weight slightly. "...do you have evidence of this?"

[deadliestberet]

"...No. Although that's one of the only things that I could come up with." The elevator eventually arrived, causing Preston to step onto it. "After all, there's gotta be a reason for the liquid. And the check ups."

[thebigsister]

"Yes, that does sound suspect." Eleanor enters the elevator after him, keeping her mind on the needle and the harpoon, to make sure no accidents happen. "Perhaps we should investigate on that first."

[deadliestberet]

"Perhaps, considering that we don't know anything about the collars purpose. For all we know, it's the only thing keeping us alive." Once in the elevator he hits the button for the cafeteria floor.

[thebigsister]

"...that is not outside the realm of possibility," Eleanor admitted after a moment, frowning unseen. "I wonder if it's possible to acquire some of this... liquid."

[deadliestberet]

"Hm...maybe." Though the question wasn't whether or not they could gain a sample of the liquid. It was where they would get it from. He had no idea where they take everyone to refill the collars. And even if he did, getting into the area would be a rather hard task. Frowning a little as he thought it over. "Well, there is a strange group of people running around that seem kind of out of place..."

[thebigsister]

"Do tell, Private Marlowe," Eleanor turned her entire body to face him, curious. "What makes them stand out?"

[deadliestberet]

He had to think of it for a little bit, remembering everything that he had seen thus far. "Well, for one, the collars that they wear don't have any colors in them. And they just seem to wander around, kind of like drones. I think they might be the tower's own version of employees."

[thebigsister]

Eleanor is silent for a moment, thinking carefully. Trying to hear her own thoughts.

"That does sound rather damning, I agree. But if the collars are being used to administer drugs, there must be a system to it, somehow. Perhaps in cracking such a system, if it exist, there is a chance of escape."