this isn't a good cop bad cop deal

[cat6]

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!

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[cat6]

The merc raises an eyebrow behind his helmet. He'd been picked to deal with this kid over his compatriots on account of his relatively even temperament. Given that their employers didn't want those taken to be permanently damaged, it was best not to give what could be a volatile child to an equally erratic personality.

"Don't be dramatic. We wanted you to understand the gravity of the situation. Now, then."

He tabs his omni-tool and opens up a few screens full of text, illegible from the child's position save for an image of Karkat himself.

"What lies beyond the Omega-4 relay?"

[papshooshing]

Karkat groaned. If he were able to slap his head he would. Hell, any hard surface would suffice. This asshole did not seriously believe that he knew anything about this universe or the mechanics of it. It wasn't like Karkat, and many others really, even wanted to be here. Must be some kind of joke. A twisted joke. Either that or these morons really didn't have a functioning brain. It was enough for Karkat to feel a migraine coming on.

"I already understand world-ending situations, fuck you very much. Like I oh so wanted to come into this universe's apocalypse instead of dealing with my own? Please, oh please let me witness another dying one! It's just what I always wanted!"

He snorted, rolling his eyes. "Look, I know fuck all about how your universe works. Whatever lies beyond your relay? I don't have a goddamned clue. I can't believe you're all shithive maggots enough to even bother asking at this point. Believe me when I say that if I did know, I'd say something."

[cat6]

If nothing else, the child seems to enjoy saying a great deal of somethings, whether or not it's what he's been asked. The operative makes an interested noise and taps his screens a few times, taking notes, disaffected so far by his carrying on.

"You had to have seen something on your journey through," the operative says. "Where were you before you boarded the shuttle?"

[papshooshing]

"On a meteor, hurtling through paradox space and about ready to crash land on some plant," Karkat snapped, rolling his head back and scratching his nails against the surface of the table.

[cat6]

"Of course you were." The operative drums his fingers on the table. "Let me remind you that we will only release you if you give us your full cooperation. If you want to sit here and tell stories, then we're just going to put you back in your cell. Do I make myself clear?"

[papshooshing]

"Why the fuck would I lie about that? Shit, dude, I even have every single chatlog saved on my husktop. You could check it out yourself and know I'm not making anything up. Where I'm from is so fundamentally different than this place and it's pretty crazy. I realize that," Karkat growled.

[cat6]

"Then elaborate." The operative gives him a flat look through his helmet and taps his omni-tool again. An empty screen appears with a blinking cursor, as if he's going to take notes, but it becomes clear a moment later that it's a transcription program. "Describe the events that led up to your passage through the relay. Facts only, if you please."

[papshooshing]

"That depends. Are you actually going to think about what I have to say or immediately dismiss it as myth? I'm not going to wait the breath in my pulmonary organs if you're not going to have an open fucking mind about it," he hissed.

In reality the Game was confusing. Explaining everything that happened would make it seem fictional. Hell, if Karkat wasn't there for it, he would likely chalk it up as a made up story for wigglers.

He was never going to get out of here.