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

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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"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.

"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."

"...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.

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."

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

"...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."

"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."

"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.

"...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."

"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..."

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

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."

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."

Preston slowly nodded his head in response. "Perhaps, there does seem to be a timeline of when the collars are checked on. All though I'm not entirely certain of how the schedule works at the moment."

"If that is the case, all we need is to be patient and observant, and the pattern will show itself before long." Eleanor looked up, standing tall and lankly inside her suit, and smiled unseen. "It's always all about patience."

Sighing before leaning against one of the walls of the elevator. "Easier said than done. But I suppose it would be worth a try. I mean, what do we gotta lose right now?" Not that he actually buys into that whole, your world is dead, garbage.

"Perhaps, but we shouldn't be reckless. Precisely because there is nothing left to lose, we should take our time and approach this methodically. Rushing in without might be our downfall if we're not careful."

His gray eyes blinked once, then twice. Not rushing in while throwing away any and all sense of danger? When was the last time that he had done that again? Preston couldn't rightly remember. Sure he could things quietly, but he had became more of a big bang type of guy. "...If you say so miss." He really had no other reaction to such a plan. And he somehow doubted that even Redford would know what to do either.

"Is there a problem?" She tilted her head again, curious.

"Oh, er, no." He shook his head a little while a surprised look settled on his face.

After a moment of hesitation, Eleanor reached up to remove her helmet. She fiddled for a second before it released with a soft hiss. She cradled it in one arm, offering him a small smile.

"It's okay, I'm sorry if I come off as bossy."

That, had caused Preston to blink a few moments. And then he started to chuckle a little. Watching her remove her helmet before returning her smile. "Ah, you're not coming off as bossy at all."

"Still, I get carried away," she raised her shoulders slightly, the gesture almost sheepish, "It's not my best trait, I think."

"It's not that you're being bossy at all miss..." There was a small sigh before the elevator doors opened up.

"...but?" She peers at him for a moment, before looking out the doors at the room beyond, curious.

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