> Animus: Assemble

[caliginous]

Characters: Members of Group A and YOU
Setting: Fourth Floor -- the white lounge.
Format: WHO EVEN KNOWS
Summary: Karkat attempts to pull everyone into one place for counter-resistance.
Warnings: MALFUNCTION MAY OCCUR, that means depending on who you tag and who tags in, your character may end up injured. Please check individual sub-threads for malfunction warnings! There's also obvious body horror warnings here due to modifications from the event.

[In a room full of white, its not hard to spot the various victims of Jason's latest experiments. Each sits or stands in their own corner on or off furniture talking amongst one another or simply staring at the door waiting for someone to approach them.

Some of them don't look all that approachable, even if it appears that they are completely sane at first glance. Some of them might even look like they don't want to be there.

You won't really know until you approach them.]

Comments

FOREVER LATE TO THE PARTY

[sacred_flamer]

[[ooc; Luke's malfunction causes him to kill anyone around him with sound. The vibrations will be so intense that they could damage eardrums in a matter of minutes, and possibly liquify internal organs with prolonged exposure. He cannot see anything, but his hearing has been enhanced significantly. He also can't move very well, considering his body is one massive collection of instruments. The least little sound you make, he will notice it, and he will attack, though you might be able to get away if you run fast enough.]]

[There is strange collection of instruments huddled against the wall near where Guy was leaning against it. It's hard to tell it's an actual person at first, but when you can notice the bit of head with a mouth and a bit of neck connected to headphones, and the vibrant red hair sticking out of the phonograph hood, it becomes clear. Luke flexes the piccolo keys he has for fingers now, listening intently to everything that's going on.]

[It's difficult for him to move, and every time he does the strings that are holding him together stretch and relax, creating faint notes along with his movement. His legs are literally trombones now, and he has the sliders all the way up, so he doesn't take up that much room. His midsection is a base cello, the master control center of the strings, and they hum softly as if he were breathing.]

[He's still upset over all this; even though he can't see the extent of his change, he knows that it's bad. He can feel it, even though he can't really feel anymore. Luke's doing his best to keep a cool head, but the longer he stayed as himself, the more it ate away at him...]