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outsiderslogs2013-05-29 04:18 pm
cat6) wrote in outsiderslogs2013-05-29 04:18 pm
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this isn't a good cop bad cop deal
who. A group of CAT6 operatives and those that volunteered to be interrogated.
what. Interrogation. Lots of it.
where. A group of small rooms somewhere on the station.
when. Varying times since the shuttle explosion.
warnings. Interrogation, which may involve severe violence
You don't know where you are.
All you know is that you've been taken away from the comfort of your apartment, and are now in a small, square room. There are no windows, nothing but a single light overhead, and the door is locked. There are no sounds to give away where you've been taken, and thus you're left in the dark, both figuratively and nearly literally.
You've been taken by a group known as CAT6 - and they aren't interested in you as an individual. All they want is information, and as far as they're concerned, you have it. And you're going to give it to them. Oh, and if you thought you were leaving?
Sorry about that. You aren't. Not until they have what they want.
This log is for those of you that volunteered to have your characters interrogated and possibly tortured for information. While we encourage you to play these threads out as you would like - have them get as ugly as you're comfortable with - it will not go any further than what you, the players, would like. Mostly, it's all about the giving of information and ultimately, your character will be released to go on about their business.
Until then, have fun letting them be interrogated!
what. Interrogation. Lots of it.
where. A group of small rooms somewhere on the station.
when. Varying times since the shuttle explosion.
warnings. Interrogation, which may involve severe violence
You don't know where you are.
All you know is that you've been taken away from the comfort of your apartment, and are now in a small, square room. There are no windows, nothing but a single light overhead, and the door is locked. There are no sounds to give away where you've been taken, and thus you're left in the dark, both figuratively and nearly literally.
You've been taken by a group known as CAT6 - and they aren't interested in you as an individual. All they want is information, and as far as they're concerned, you have it. And you're going to give it to them. Oh, and if you thought you were leaving?
Sorry about that. You aren't. Not until they have what they want.
This log is for those of you that volunteered to have your characters interrogated and possibly tortured for information. While we encourage you to play these threads out as you would like - have them get as ugly as you're comfortable with - it will not go any further than what you, the players, would like. Mostly, it's all about the giving of information and ultimately, your character will be released to go on about their business.
Until then, have fun letting them be interrogated!
SCOTT
They aren’t expecting the claws and the teeth, though, or the ferocity of which he fights. He has the gall to warn them to leave him alone before they try to take him. They stun him and render him unconscious with perhaps more force than necessary. He’d looked human, after all, but something was different about him. Especially when, by the time they haul him into the holding cell, his wounds are gone.
And then when they come to get him after two days, he’s raging. Gold-eyed and seeming feral, and he leaves gouges on their armor. They retreat and leave him, not even feeding him for three days. The sixth day, he seems normal again. Seems normal, but they feed him something and leave him to marinate in his loneliness.
On the seventh, they drag him into the interrogation room. The woman sitting across from him doesn’t remove her helmet. There’s a gun sitting across her lap, and if he remembers the scratches on her left shoulder, she’s the same one that stunned him with her biotics.
She raises her head before she speaks, and when she does, her heartbeat and tone are level, voice in a rasp.
“I have no idea what the hell you are. Frankly, I don’t really care. What I do care about is you answering my questions. Tell me what you’re doing here, and how you got through that relay.”