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!

Comments

[cat6]

Yes, well. Needless to say the operatives that had brought her in had walked away with their share of bruises, and whether they dare to admit it or not, they're going to be hurting for a few days.

And the fact that their captive doesn't say anything in response doesn't surprise them, but it does get this interrogator's voice raising a few octaves. "I'm going to say it again. Start. Talking."

[traitortwin]

Still no movement, still not a word, still no sound out of South except for that incessant drumming of her fingernails against the top of that stupid little table in this stupid little room.

Her expression doesn't even change. She's still glaring, eyes still fixed into a narrowed, cutting stare like she's going to just slice the interrogator's throat with thought alone. If only, right?

[cat6]

So. It's going to be like that, is it? Well, if she isn't going to talk ..

That glare doesn't earn her anything but a backhand right across her cheek. It isn't too hard - but it isn't soft, either. And it will surely bruise.

The operative sits back, arms folded on top of the table, voice still steady as anything. "If you don't talk, there will be more than that. Don't want to bruise that pretty face too much, do you?"

[traitortwin]

She was ready for it the moment she saw the operative's hand come anywhere near her. It still makes her teeth clamp down onto the side of her tongue, though, and that pain combined with the sting on her face makes her close her eyes for a second. Just so she can take a deep breath, try to deal with it. She does know better than to start lashing out immediately. But fuck if it's not really fucking tempting right now.

"You could just tell me what hell I'm supposed to talk about." She quirks an eyebrow. "The weather? Boys? Or, oh, what's your favorite color?"

[cat6]

"Don't get smart."

It's said as barely more than a low growl, eyes narrowing behind the safety of the visor, though South won't be able to see it. "You could just start talking and see if you give us any information that's useful." There's a pause, and the slight tilt of the operative's head to the side.

"Or, maybe I could be generous and ask you a few pointed questions. What do you know about the relay?"

[traitortwin]

There's a pause before she answers. "The relay?" What, seriously? "Nothing. Next question?"

If that's all that this is about, then this is a downright waste of everyone's time. And if she's getting beat up for that? Oh, she's gonna get even more pissed...