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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[grandhighblood]

[A person in a strange metallic suit doesn't immediately register as 'human' or 'troll' in the highblood's mind. He regards it immediately as some creature or robot or something along those lines, so his response to coming across this thing is to put his guards up and prepare to attack.]

[thebigsister]

[...wow. Okay. Eleanor has seen her fair share of monstrous blobs of ex-human things that spliced themselves to horrible lengths. And still she has to pause at the sight of the Grand Highblood. It's mostly the horns, to be honest. The fact the damn huge, horned thing is reading a stand to attack doesn't make Eleanor all that happier. The light behind the portholes shifts from green to yellow as she herself takes a defensive stand. She will not throw the first punch, no, but she will be ready to retaliate. Still...]

I will not hurt you, if you let me go.

[The voice is muffled somewhat, coming directly through the helmet.]

[grandhighblood]

[He snarls and prepares to--whoa, wait. Did that thing just speak? Judging by the sound of the thing's voice, this entire get-up was a suit. Interesting. His snarl tapers off into silence as he adjusts his stance into a more composed one, but still on guard.]

Heh, and here I all thought you were a motherfucking brainless thing that all roamed the hallways. Guess I was wrong.

[thebigsister]

[Eleanor shifts her weight, letting her arms hang deceptively by her sides, as if the harpoon and the ADAM needle were too heavy. Then she cocked her head somewhat, genuinely surprised by the fact the... creature had replied. But of course it did, it was just as Father had taught her.]

I could say the same.

[Muffled by the helmet, the voice is rather indistinct in gender, though perhaps the slim figure hints at it. The lights behind the portholes remained neutral yellow, however.]

Are you in charge of this place?

[deadliestberet]

Preston stopped and stared at the...person? He was fairly certain that it was a person. Still, why would a person be wearing a diving suit here? It seemed a bit out of place to him. Granted that what he was wearing was also kind of out of place as well. But that was besides the point. His eyes continued to follow the person as they lumbered down the hall, before moving out of the way for the person to walk by him.

"Er...hello?"

[grandhighblood]

[He chuckles, eyeing the wicked instrument on her arm with vivid interest. Well-armed indicates a fighter, which is interesting to know.]

Unfortunately, no. You won't be all so motherfucking lucky to be running into any of them.

[thebigsister]

The lumbering figure stops, turning to face the man. The portholes remain green, however, as Eleanor feels no hostility towards him. Yet.

"Yes?" The voice is muffled and the gender indistinct, though it is clear who it is addressing. For lack of anything better to say, Eleanor adds: "Who are you?"

[thebigsister]

[Eleanor doesn't miss that interest, but makes herself remain neutral. After all, he isn't threatening her. Yet.]

I understand. May I assume you have been brought here against your will as well?

[deadliestberet]

He blinked slowly for a few moments. The thing, person, was talking to him? Well of course they were talking to him if they were a person. Though they must have a rather loud voice to be able to talk through that thick helmet.

"Oh, um Private Preston Marlowe."

[thebigsister]

Eleanor moved with slow, lumbering gestures that seemed to imply the suit was heavy and cumbersome. If she was attacked, they would soon learn otherwise. If she wasn't, perhaps they wouldn't be too afraid of her just yet.

"Are you in charge of this place, Private Marlowe?"

[deadliestberet]

Now that was a rather silly question. Him, in charge of anything? It almost made him want to laugh. The day he was given charge of anything would probably be when hell freezes over. Still, the fact that she believed him to be a leader in this "tower", could only point to one thing, she was new here. Sighing before shaking his head as a no in response to her question.

[grandhighblood]

[He snorts, rolling his eyes. So far, he's unable to get a good read on this person's state, but he can be patient...]

You may. It's all just a bad motherfucking joke, all this noise.

[thebigsister]

"I see."

The head swiveled to the side to look at the end of the corridor, before it turned back to him.

"Have you been here long?" Still clipped, still mostly lacking a noticeable inflexion. Perhaps it's the helmet, perhaps is Eleanor trying to hold her anger in check.

[thebigsister]

Why? Forgive me, but I am not exactly seeing the humor in the situation.

[Between the helmet and the fact she's trying, her voice is almost bare of inflexion. But there's just the smallest hint of irritation at that. This wasn't funny. At all.]

[grandhighblood]

That's the whole motherfucking point. There is no damn humor in this situation all warping and ripping apart the realities we are all motherfucking used to.

[But he grins nonetheless.] But hey, we motherfucking deal. If there really isn't all no home to be all going back to, then what's the point of fussing and worrying?

[deadliestberet]

"Ah, I wouldn't say so. Only a few days, I think..." In truth time was starting to meld together once more for him. Just as it did whenever he was able to feel any amount of relaxation. Of course most people here seemed to have forced themselves to relax, something that he didn't really understand that much. Unless there was something dark lurking about the place. Something that he didn't doubt.

"Um, by the way. Who are you?"

[thebigsister]

[She changes her stand, slowly, lumbering. As if the suit were actually heavy or limiting her movements in some fashion. Her posture isn't as lax as it could be, though.]

Personally, I hate cages. I'm not someone's pet to be held in one.

[thebigsister]

The head swivels again, and her posture shifts, her boots making metal clank noises as she does. She takes a moment to reply to that, because this isn't Rapture, she knows Rapture, inside out, and this isn't it. Nevertheless, she hesitates a moment more, about telling the truth. Will he recognize her? Will it be a bad idea to tell him? The voices and the whispers of the ADAM inside her swirled in the back of her mind, but she discarded them after a moment.

"Eleanor," she said finally, head swiveling back to stare at him through a still-yellow porthole. "Eleanor Lamb."

[grandhighblood]

[He shrugs casually, but his gaze starts becoming more and more scrutinizing, like he's trying to see through the metal.] Heh heh, I motherfucking feel you on that. If you all got somewhere to motherfucking be, then hey, don't let a brother stop you.

[thebigsister]

[She's unfazed by his language, though not by his appearance.]

I'm looking for whomever's in charge.

[The head cocks to the side, at a vaguely unnatural angle.]

And I'm looking for answers. I don't suppose you'd know where to find either?

[grandhighblood]

You won't be motherfucking finding nobody in charge around here. [he imitates her, tilting his head slowly in the other direction.]

But answers. That's a motherfucking thing you could be all finding if you ask the right motherfuckers. [But offers little else in light of this subject. He will just stand here and block her way. He's curious about how you look under that helmet.]

[thebigsister]

And would you be the right

[She's a bit amused at this, despite it all, and amusement is a good distraction from her anger.]

motherfucker to ask?

[grandhighblood]

[hehehe cute. he likes this person already.]

Maybe. Maybe not. Depends on what you're all motherfucking asking here.

[thebigsister]

A way out might be out of the question, but perhaps something more... substantial about this place and what is expected of us?

[She waves her left hand slightly, for emphasis, wicked-looking needle gleaming somewhat.]

[grandhighblood]

Nothing is motherfucking expected of us so far, except the shit that I all hear through rumors and notices...something about experiments. [Shrugs. He's not all that up to speed with this tower despite having been here for a couple months.]

It's a motherfucking tower with twenty-five accessible fucking floors. Some are safe, some are motherfucking weird, and few are dangerous from what I all hear. Nothing I can't be all handling in most cases, but hey, who the motherfuck knows?