[Event] Calibrations Waiting Room Mingle

[trpmods]

WHO: ALL HE ROWS PRESENT
WHERE: Calibrations Area
WHAT: Mingle log for literally anything you'd like to take place in the waiting room between sleep cycles during the event
WHEN: May 9th to June 10th
WARNINGS: Please mark individual threads with warnings
NOTES: If you have any questions, please go Here

For those who followed the visions there is little more to do before and after the dreaming times but wait. At least there is some modicum of comfort offered to those who have found themselves trapped here. From the moment one steps through the door there is no going back, the doors people entered through sealed beyond any hope of opening. And by some twist of fate (or design), it's not possible to be by the door when another He Row arrives, something always calls any waiting away, until at last the door doesn't open anymore.

Some might find the area familiar, having haunted these halls before. Upon entry one walks down a large hallway before it opens into an even larger waiting room with chairs, tables, and the same food dispensers available in the shuttles, save that it lacks any Red Fruit Drink. It's a shame, actually, the alcohol might help you get through things, and since there was no warning this time, the dispensers are the only source of food available. But at least there is enough for everyone. Yay!

There are also communal bathrooms - one men and one for women though nothing would stop a person from using whichever they desire - with several toilet stalls and shower stalls in each, including basic shampoo and soap dispensers. All of the dispensers put out a liquid that smells like Italian dressing for some reason. The water in the showers is only ever cold or scalding, with nothing in between. Pick your poison.

Branching off the main waiting room are hallways that lead to the bedrooms. Each one has a name on it but there is nothing requiring you to use that one. Anyone can enter any room or share with someone else. Each room has a simple bed (approximately queen-sized) and a set of drawers. There is one white jumpsuit in your size in the drawer and a pair of canvas shoes. You can wear them or ignore them as you like.

Some power out there seems to have pity on the heroes too, accounting for the possible boredom that comes with the downtime. While no one may have been able to bring things in with them even if they had them in hand upon approaching, a need for entertainment for those long hours between dreams has been realized. A set of shelves can be found in the waiting room, covered in various boxes and containers. Each is labeled with brightly colored pictures of people seeming to have fun with a game, and the boxes clearly represent all sorts of species, even those that have never been present on Temba to your knowledge.

The complication is that none of the games are written in any language anyone knows, and even the Communications datapoint seems unable to translate. Good news, all the games seem to have all of their pieces, even the single large puzzle that is both solid gray and yet causes a headache when looking at it for more than ten seconds (damn those alternate light spectrum puzzles). Perhaps people can figure out the rules on their own, or make their own games from the pieces. There’s even paper and some sort of pen that only writes on that paper specifically, so maybe some pictionary? Or, if you’re really desperate and okay with fights breaking out, there seems to be a full set of Monopoly Longest Game Ever. Okay, so on second thought, maybe that power out there doesn’t have pity, but is malicious and wants to show you that people truly are driven to strife.

You can opt to spend time in your room or in the larger, common waiting room. But about every 16 hours, all people suddenly feel a compulsion to sleep. Once this starts, you can’t fight it off. You find yourself going into your room for bed or wherever else you feel like you’d prefer to sleep. And then, inevitably, you close your eyes and dream.

Comments

Lauri-Ell | Marvel-616 | OTA

[kree_soldieress]

Shower Dilemma | Showers, Open
"They are too short."

Lauri-Ell sounds very offended as she comes out of the showers, still dressed in her own clothes, and holding a towel too. The towel, suitable to the size of most humans, is clearly far too small for her, and she looks displeased. Worse, it is clear that she might be too tall for the showers.

"Why must the showers be so low? I am a reasonable size."

Careful Constructions | Common Room, Open
Board games aren't something Lauri-Ell is familiar with. In fact, she spends the first few days of watching other people fiddle with them very confused. At last she approached them on her own, moving methodically through the boxes until at last she found something that earned a pleased and happy noise from her.

Lauri-Ell dragged out of one unreadable box a stack of cards. They were clearly meant to go with the game, but she set the game and instructions aside. She didn't even bother to look at the pictures on the cards. Instead she moved to a table and set them before her.

"I saw someone do this on Human Television once," she said when she noticed someone watching, before taking the first two cards and leaning them against each other. That's right, she's trying to build a card castle.

[mutedsuspicions]

Lerith's bored. He hates it. At least outside he could play with Little Bear, or paint with Bruno, or tend to the plants with Omega. Here, not so much to do. So he spent a lot of time napping in his room, or attempting to talk to others. It was difficult, since he didn't have his communicator, and his journal was waiting for him in the hotel.

He spotted a very tall woman (probably a warrior if he had to guess) fussing with cards at a table. Lerith tilted his head and watched her before finally going to sit across from her to watch. [What are you doing?]

Televisions didn't exist in his world, but humans did. Was it a different kind of class? Like a mage or a rogue?

Peter Parker | MCU | ota

[hashtagparkerluck]

Arrival.

Someone's feeling a little bit like a sucker the moment that he realized what he just fell for. He should have known that it wasn't really May that had come to him but his heart had caught in his throat and he followed without question only to be locked in a weird cave.

No matter, he tells himself before going to try and pry the door open only to find he can't. That's not good and he pulls a little more before he feels a familiar sense of panic seeping in. He soon realizes he's down his powers and tires out quickly.

"Shit." he curses, giving the door a final kick. Maybe if he ventures further in he find an exit? He sucks in a breath and straightens his over shirt more as a way to try and expel his nerves before he ventures further into the room. Whatever's down here he really hopes he'll be able to handle without his super powers.

He ends up in the common area and then turns to look behind him. This is... not. what he was expecting.


Restless.

Something most people that new him wouldn't be shocked to learn is that Peter Parker does not like to sit still. He has a near constant need to move even without his powers so he paces the length of the room over and over, his movements getting more frantic because he wants out.

"This is stupid." He states as comes to a stop. Whether or not he means the situation or his need to move it unclear. He sucks in a breath and tries to sit down and calm his nerves. His knee bounces with all the excess energy and it's take all of about two minutes before he's hoping up again. "Oh my god, I'm so bored."

It's gonna be a long month. Fortunately, he doesn't yet know he's in it for the long haul or he might be even more upset.

Restless

[plate_builder]

There's only so long Reeve can sit at a table in the room, slowly nursing a bowl of food, watching a youth pace, before he has to comment. The boredom, though, he understands.

"I fear you may have to find a means to deal with it. This place... Well, if it is like what happened two years ago, then we'll be here for nearly a month."

Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, young man. He truly is.

Tommy Shepherd | Marvel-616 | OTA

[doubled_speed]

You Call This Food? | Dining Area
Tommy stands in front of the food dispensers. This is not at all an uncommon thing. It's something that happens every morning and evening, and spirals out the same way every single day of confinement. Timing of someone's presence near them is the only thing that might affect how long it takes to see this particular outburst. One that comes in the form of Tommy finally making an exasperated noise, pulling at his hair, and slamming his bowl down on a counter.

"This isn't FUCKING FOOD! This is fucking prison fare!" he shouts in frustration. "Fucking asshole fucking alien dicks! Last time we had time and not one of these stupid fucking tricks like what you pulled on Billy! But now look at us. God. Fucking. Damn. PROTEIN PASTE!"

Outburst managed Tommy sighs and leans forward and puts his bowl in place before jabbing the button for the more solid, tofu consistency chicken. And then of course some of the paste style teriyaki. They were better together. Which was a lie he told himself.

"Actually, food was better in Super Juvie."


Shower Hell | 'Men's' Bathroom
They'd been lukewarm last time. Perhaps that's why Tommy doesn't expect anything the first time he had gone to seek a shower out. Never hot, never cold, just tepid, always. Now, though... Now he stood just inside the men's bathroom, towel wrapped around his hips, frowning as he stared at the stalls.

"Freeze or scald. What an absolute fucking choice to have to make."

Seriously, what was he supposed to do?

"Can't even have enough speed to dart between them to make it more managable. Fucking hell."


Going Mad Without Power | Common Room
Moments without power, without his speed, are hard things to handle for Tommy. A week in now, and he was going mad. There were little things that he could hide more easily when he had his speed after all. The way his hands needed to be busy. The way his attention could flit from one thing to another and needed to focus on as many things as possible. The twitching. The biting his lip.

He used to be better at controlling it, didn't he? At controlling the ways his focus issues came up. Hell, with his speed he had more patience than most people did, more focus than most people could manage, because he had to see the world slower than people could imagine. But now...

Tommy stretches out over two chairs, lying down with one foot pulled up to rest on a chair. Said foot and leg are bouncing at speed, perhaps a sign of anxiety, perhaps just another symptom.

"Seriously, I hate to be all Shining here, but if there isn't something to do beyond wait with dread soon, I"m going to go as crazy as Ultron. Can't be pretty, even if I am."

Reeve Tuesti | FF7 | OTA

[plate_builder]

And So Two Years Later | Mini-C Open Prompt, Out And About
Back here. The last time this had happened Mini hadn't been around long yet, and he could remember racing around, playing tag and chase with BB-8 and BD-1. There were still people then who seemed uncomfortable with his existence. Not that they were much happier now. No one seems happy now, thought not because of him. Because of this place.

Which meant it was even more important that something be done to cheer them up.

"Oy!" he shouts at anyone who he sees in the hall. "Ah'm bored. Ya wanna do somethin'? Tag or hide 'en seek. Or jugglin? Ah can get cups or somethin'. Cups'a good fa juggling."

That's right. Mini-Cait was appointing himself in charge of morale dammit.


Is This Living? | Open Prompt, Dining Area
A bowl of dispenser food. Reeve sits at one of the tables, a tray in front of him, spoon inverted in his hand. In his boredom he was using the bowl of banana flavored paste to draw on the tray. He'd deliberately chosen a pale colored protein paste, for decency's sake. Currently he was carefully attempting to recreate Tony's Iron Man armor in carefully drawn lines of banana, with the occasional splash of cinnamon paste for accent.

"You know, there was an artist that did stuff like this in Midgar," he noted when he caught sight of someone watching out of the corner of his eye. "Used to charge STUPID amounts of money for paintings made by drawing with ketchup and mustard packets on a canvas."

[buildingitsir]

York feels so heavy and like he's short circuiting. Probably an after effect of whatever was going on to put people in his head. But hey, at least he's getting some stasis in to keep that energy level up. Not that it looks like he has any.

The last bout of sleep had him crumpling half in his room, half in the hallway. And that's where he currently was when Mini came bounding over with energy and enthusiasm. He sits up and rubs his eyes though there's nothing to scrub away.

"Mini?" Of course it is, but York's just too drained to try and sort through the alerts in his vision. "Fuck man, you don't even like me but you wanna juggle?" He tries to make an annoyed face but it doesn't work and he just leans back against the doorframe of his room.

Bright eyes watch the doll though, glad for the distraction of Mini from his thoughts.

Food art

[mrsklover]

"You think that's bad? I had to go to this director's party and one of his fucking pretentious friends was talking about an art show that was all just different angled pictures of animal shit. Sold each one for like hundreds of thousands of dollars. A top-down view of dog poop.

"What a world..."

Richie looks at his own pastes and, after all the shit from his room, he's not exactly famished. He pushes it toward Reeve. "Here. Go nuts."

Gladiolus Amicitia | FFXV | OTA

[ziedrich_bearer]

Working Out To Pass The Time | Gladio's Room and Hallway Near It
When in doubt, stay fit. It's a simple rule that has helped Gladio through a lot of stressful situations actually. Which was why he let himself get set in a routine. Because some level of routine mattered to keeping a body and mind under control. So when it was time to wake up after the dreams faded, Gladio rolled out of bed and started with stretches. Once those passed he did a round of push-ups by the bed. And, in the end, he threw on some pants and a shirt and moved out into the hall.

Why the hallway? Well, a dude had sit ups to do, and the best way he had found so far to manage them was to tuck his feet under the edge of the door, which held better if he had it closed and was out in the hall.

Still, as he saw someone coming down the hall he called out.

"Hey, stand on my feet for me! This door is shit for sit-ups and crunches."


A Game By Any Other Name | Common Room
The atmosphere was too quiet, the energy of the room too depressed. They needed to be doing. Gladio needed to be doing something. And it wasn't easy to just manage that by sitting around. So he went to the shelves and started to inspect the options available there. Puzzle? Not his thing. A game with a thick rule book in some strange language that the letters were half pictures, that had maybe thirty pages? Right out. And then there was...

He reaches for the box with text he can read, and he frowned. No. Way.

Gladio carried it to a table and took the lid off to peek inside. Sure the names were wrong, and the board seemed to be repeating, but there it was.

"No way. Is this Tycoon Challenge? Man, someone out there hates us."

Working Out

[only_an_echo]

To be fair, Echo had nothing better to do with all of the time he now had on hand. There was only so much sitting or walking around he could do, so anything at this point would work as a distraction.

"...I mean, I could," the clone trooper said, walking over to where Gladio was. "Hope you don't mind having metal weighing you down for it."

He figured Gladio could take on a pair of metal legs. "If Gonky were here, he would've been a better fit for this."

Working out/ Richie: SWEATING PROFUSELY

[mrsklover]

Richie recognized the voice before he could place the person themselves. It was weird, kind of knowing that someone has been in your head and essentially giving therapy to your inner child. But still, Richie recalled it and Gladio asking for anything up to and including Richie's kidney was game for the time being.

"Uh. Sure, man. Gotta use all this flab for something, right?"

So he walked closer and awkwardly put his feet on top of Gladio's while trying not to stare too much at all the muscles. Jesus.

"So. Uh. How about that weather?"

Billy Kaplan | Marvel 616 | OTA (TW: Panic Attacks)

[wearingthestars]

Post Arrival | Common Room, Open

Billy's...not in a great place. Those that were around for 'Not New York/Billy City/Superworld (or whatever other name they might know it by), probably know why that is. Those that weren't here for that might be a little more confused as to why Billy is quite so seized with panic.

He's desperately trying to leave, murmuring spells that don't work, dragging furniture to try and smash his way out. Hell- he'll claw his way out if he has to, fingers quickly becoming a bruised and bloody mess as he tries to escape.

He can hardly breathe, images of Teddy still stuck in his mind, and he hits a breaking point as he's forced away again for someone else to enter, broken and breathless sobs overtaking him as he slides down a wall, hiccupping desperately for air he can't seem to find.

[doubled_speed]

He's been exploring. Which was fucking stupid. Because he should have been here. Should have been in a place to help. As it was, he came up behind Billy now, wrapping his twin in his arms and pulling him close, his voice soft.

"I won't let them hurt you," he says with a whisper. "I'm here, Billy. I swear I'm here and I'm going to take care of you. Please stop hurting yourself. Please."

Quentin Beck/Mysterio | Spider-Man: Far From Home | OTA

[itsamysterio]

Arrival- Common Room | OTA

Beck's eventually drawn in more by curiosity than anything like pity or concern, one of the later people to arrive. But once he's made the choice he can't turn back.

It had been interesting at first, watching himself plead, increasingly more distressed, Beck feeling unmoved with each acceleration, but curious to see what would happen next.

Eventually though it became...a nuisance.

Head finally clear as he walks through, he has the brain space to realize what a huge error in judgement this is, hand delivering himself to the very people he's worked so hard to escape from.

He tries the door, but of course he can't leave, and he sighs, raising his palms in an 'I surrender' motion as someone takes notice of him.

"...So this is interesting..."

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter looks up from where he's been bouncing his knee nervously, trying to think of a way out and freezes. Oh what the Hell? What was Beck doing here? He hops quickly and starts to crouch down in his normal Spider-man battle stance but he's off balance.

He falters and tries to catch himself before it's obvious that he's suddenly powerless.

"What are you doing here?" He can't help himself as he decides to try and bluff his way through this. Beck might be just a man but right now Peter is just a scrawny fifteen year old. A fifteen year old that could be easily over powered. Luckily, there's enough people here he doesn't really expect that to be an issue.

Jonathan Sims | The Magnus Archives | OTA

[beholding_archivist]

Brooding

Jon is sitting on the bed in his room, hands on his knees and his eyes directed to the floor in front of him, a scowl on his face.

He isn't moving, but his eyes moves up to meet that of any person entering his room. Jon will just look at them, jaw clenched shut tightly and a distressed look on his face.

Coming here hasn't been as good an idea as Jon has hoped it to be.

Puzzled

In the communal area, Jon can be found sitting over the plain gray puzzle, quietly working away on it listlessly. He doesn't have the creativity to even attempt any of these games anyway, and while the puzzle only intensifies his headache, it's something he can do. Something he can distract himself with.

After staring at the puzzle for too long, he will lean back with a long exhale and pinch the bridge of his nose before looking around the rest of the room, though he will refrain from addressing anyone in particular. Not with the way his head is feeling down here.

Brooding

[in_extremis]

So far, everything was feeling very familiar with a veneer of worse glazed over it, up to and including Jon being one of the first people Tony found, sitting on his bed as Tony went on his search. No one he found was going to look delighted by their circumstances, so Tony wasn't surprised that Jon didn't look particularly happy to see him, though it was a hard enough look that it stopped him at the door. In the awkward beat of silence, he stuck his hands into his harrowingly empty pockets, one hand still searching vainly for the ring that he had already discovered missing until he was left pressing his nails painfully into his palm in the absence of the comforting distraction, then leaned in to try to whisper to Jon his line, "Door's missing."

Without waiting for Jon's delivery, he reeled back like he would take his cue anyway, hand leaping out of its safety to gesture vaguely toward the bedroom door with a tap of one knuckle, only for the energy to bleed out of him just as suddenly, performance abandoned. His shoulders dropped, hand still raised listlessly and ready to point back over his shoulder with his thumb, and he offered, "I can go."

York Stark || Detroit Become Human || OTA

[buildingitsir]

I. Arrival

He hadn't believed what he had seen the first time, so York ignored it. The next time he had seen his brother, the android got suspicious and scowled and ignored it again. The third time, however, seeing Duncan in a such a state of disrepair, he realized he was wrong. His brother needed his help, he was bleeding, something had to have happened--

So he took off after him.

When the door shut behind him and Duncan was nowhere to be found, the younger android knew something else was going on. Ignoring the others in the room, York went on a frantic search. He shoved his way past with a hyperfocused directive. Each door for each room was thrown open, every stall checked.

Duncan was nowhere to be found.

His thirium pump was rapidly working as York stood there, the directive 'FIND DUNCAN' flashing in his vision. But the older android wasn't here. Listlessly and the programming somewhat running on auto, the android headed to the door that had his name on it. Went into it. Moved to shut the door, but the latch bolt didn't catch, leaving a sliver of it opened.

He had ignored his brother. Would it have been different if he hadn't turned away the first time? Gone to help Duncan before he got progressively worse? He sat in the furthest corner, pulling the hood up to hide his face and shoved his face into his hands.

And then he screamed out his frustration, both human and machine sounding together.


II. Between Minds
So far the only good thing about this 'go to sleep' thing, was York's energy level wasn't dropping down to stasis level.

Often he wouldn't move from where he had fallen asleep - most of the time in a corner tucked away from others. He had tried the puzzle for a little bit until it made his programming actually hurt, but he kept two of the pieces to fiddle with. The ordeal with the mental landscapes was having him feel too many different ways. Too compacted in his own head, too stretched out in others. He felt raw.

Right now he was laid out under one of the tables, trying to press the two mismatched puzzle pieces together without actually really paying any attention. His head was pillowed on his hoodie folded underneath it. A distant gaze seems to focus on the yellow light swirling of his LED reflected on the underside of the table.

i.

[out_of_order]

Cal could have avoided this. It was difficult not to ignore that growing sense of foreboding, and even though he knew that what he was seeing wasn't real, that others were also being drawn in, in this same way, was what concerned him more. It didn't take him long to realize where they were going, but by then there was no turning back. Any second thoughts were dashed the moment that cold, familiar voice spoke up as though reading off a condemnation. Perhaps in a way, it was.

The Jedi saw York moving about, an android on a mission if ever there was one. He drifted after him at a distance, BD-1 beeping an inquiry that received a headshake. Cal had no answers, but he had a hunch. It hurt to see York so desperately continuing his search, and Cal knew how it was going to end.

He found himself in the all too familiar hallway, eyes flicking briefly at the names on the doors before he started towards the one that was swung closed, and as he approached he heard York's muffled cry. No psychometry was needed to read that sort of pain.

Cal stood at the other side of the door, hesitating, waiting for a break in the screams before he brought his hand up to knock.

"York..?"

Lerith | Dragon Age Inquisition | OTA

[mutedsuspicions]

»»Arrival
There's a lot of people here. Lerith doesn't feel comfortable, even though the heat of fire magic has been snuffed out from his fingers. In fact, he feels like he did when he still wore the collar around his neck. But he still retreats to his room often. The door is never shut and the elf can be found sitting just inside of the door, scarf over his head and tapping the floor.

It's hard to participate when everything close quarters like this simply felt like a threat. Maybe if he had his items done, he could have brought means to teach people Sign. If only he hadn't followed that injured halla down here.

»»Monopoly?
Games were supposed to be fun. Games involving fighting training dummies, or watching people play pranks, but this? This boxed up game was weird. At one point Lerith opened the container and simply dumped out the contents as thought it were just another container or loot to go through?

He was about to ask a question, patting around and-- Wait. Where was his communicator? Lerith felt the panic rising as he patted all of his pockets, his shirt, his scarf, only to find nothing. He looked around for maybe the Iron Bull. The only one that knew how to Sign. Fingers started fidgeting and twitching hard, suddenly feeling muted all over again. A hand presses against his mouth to suppress a distressed noise, yellow eyes gazing at the mess of Monopoly around him.

He didn't even know what a Monopoly was.

OTA

[tyrants_son]

a. arrival
"We shouldn't have come after them."

Felspring hardly needed to voice it; they both knew they shared that sentiment. They'd shared their doubts when they'd first seen people heading to this place but likewise they'd also been concerned. Why were so many of their fellow captives heading here? What was going on?

"A trap." Felwinter did not sound surprised as he made this observation, although he grimly noted that familiar sensation of the Light's severance once their only exit vanished. It was however the voice that spoke in the darkness that followed that chilled him.

"What do you actually know about each other? It’s time for secrets to be told and lies to be exposed. Time for the real trials to begin."

Risen and Ghost shared a silent, worried look.


b. A Different Kind of Quiet
Felwinter used to think that having a wall at your back and an enclosure where entry was limited and you could anticipate where people would come in from was better than being out in an open field.

He was wrong.

In here, he waited anxiously, as though at any moment the ceiling could open up and everything he'd ever had to run from would find him or fall down on him. There was nowhere to run. Under different circumstances he might have enjoyed the quiet, the seclusion. The words from the beginning of their imprisonment haunted him. Would anything change between him and those he'd met here? He remembered how he'd felt when that irritable welp had tried to expose his secrets. The responses had been more in his favor than Kaz's, but still, he was restless.

For the most part Felwinter stayed in or near his room. He had no need to eat, and there was nothing much of interest to him to be found in the common room. Yet he left the door open, mostly so he could hear that there were still other people around.

b.

[in_extremis]

Methodically, taking his chances while people were distracted or listless enough not to argue, Tony was going through the rooms and completely dismantling their furniture. Or, he would be, if the furniture actually came apart. So far, nothing actually did, no matter how many screws and nails were weighing down his pockets. No one had come through this particular hall in some time, and nothing made a sound, so Tony went meandering incredibly casually toward the room like it was his own with his ear toward the common room, only to stop in abrupt surprise at the door.

"Have you been here this whole time?" he asked with some disbelief. Usually, he would say Felwinter was hard to miss, but there he was, in between Tony and his little, coin-shaped game piece that he had pilfered, and the bed he was intent to use it on.

OTA

[small_compromise]

There isn't a whole lot to see around this place, but it doesn't stop Omega from exploring during the long, waking hours. She's hoping to maybe find something that may have been overlooked by whoever had drawn them into this place, a potential egress. It wouldn't be the first prison she'd escaped. But as time wears on, the lack of any progress is starting to get disheartening.

The girl doesn't like being alone, and so she's always away from her room, if only to be around other people. Not wanting to be a nuisance as she expects people might still want their space in a place like this, she'll even settle for sitting in a chair in the common room to people watch, often with knees drawn to her chest as she wishes she at least had Lula to hug.

Other times, if she's not attached at Echo's hip then she's perusing the strange selection of games, or she's set up one of the boards that look like they might be some sort of strategy game along the lines of chess or dejarik, working out how the pieces and spaces to see if they'd allow for the rules of any games she actually knows.

[only_an_echo]

"Here." Echo stood over wherever Omega had settled for the time being, offering her a bowl of peanut butter-flavored dispenser food. "Thought you could use something to eat," he said, cradling another bowl close to his chestplate in the crook of his right arm.

OTA

[deal_me_in]

Frustrated and mostly annoyed at the situation as it is, Cayde doesn't show it as he goes about whatever business he's decided to make his, here. Mostly he's annoyed (although not really surprised) that for all the efforts to blow the tunnel up, it's still proven to be accessible. Being an occasional cheater he can't really complain that it isn't fair, but still. It isn't fair.

With everyone undoubtedly suffering from some form of paranoia or anxiety or upset of some kind, the Exo has devoted himself to stolidly not following the same pattern. He is treating this like some kind of daycamp, albeit a horrible daycamp, but dangit, if they're going to be stuck then he's not going to give whoever their observers are the satisfaction of watching him suffer, and if he can help lighten things up for others here, then he'll consider it a job well done.

So don't be surprised to find the Exo stacking chairs as high as he can on a table in the common room, like some bizarre version of Jenga. If he's feeling really frisky he'll even try climbing up, balancing precariously just so he can write out 'Cayde was here :)' on the ceiling with some protein paste like it's finger paint. His handiwork can also be found along the halls in the form of a random, vegetable or meat-flavored spade-mark adorning the walls. It might not be very sanitary, but he'll set up some paste-grids on one of the walls in the commons, and if he catches your eye invite you over with a grin and a jerk of his head to play some tic-splat-toe.

Alternatively one can find him in the process of tugging a half-stuck mattress out of a doorway from a bedroom that probably isn't his, but that's only because he's already pulled the one from his room. It's standing against the wall in the hallway.

[only_an_echo]

Echo watched the Exo for a good while now, leaning against the opposite wall with his arms crossed. He tried to work out the reasons behind this particular activity, but he eventually gave in, sighing as he spoke up.

"You know what- I'm gonna ask. What are you doing, Cayde?"

OTA

[tsundullahan]

Celty is absolutely miserable. No Shooter, no phone or tablet, and no real explanation of what's supposed to happen here. Judging from the others, not to mention that sinister voice that had spoken, it can't be anything good.

There's nothing promising about the rooms, and she's a little concerned that they all have their names designating a space for them. But at least it's a door she can close and have a bit of privacy when she feels she needs it.

She doesn't completely seclude herself. Between these nights of induced sleep she can be found poking into the common room, although her mood might be more cautious depending on if she remembers anyone having visited her mind at night.

Of course, there is the dilemma of the showers. It's one of the things she enjoys after a long day, and having only two extreme options for the water temperatures absolutely rankles her. Naturally she waits until an unlikely time where another person might be using the showers, but really, who can be sure around here? Hopefully no one gets a heart attack if they catch her stepping out, towel tucked around her as she moves to retrieve her helmet where she's left it beside the supply of towels.

(¬‿¬)

[in_extremis]

Celty's warning was a shout and a curse before a spoon came hurtling her way. No one was supposed to be using the showers, it was the excruciatingly long middle of the day where it generally felt lucky if you didn't fall into a numb stupor, a kind of nightmare siesta hour, and not the time where Tony should have been intruding on anyone in his effort to solve this water problem. Or dig their way out of here.

And he could have handled a whole person, with grace, or probably too much flirting for someone in such a vulnerable position to be entirely comfortable with, but he was in no way prepared to encounter most of a person. His first hysterical instinct was that this place was also haunted, great, then more hysterical yet, that there were dismembering death traps that were starting to go off to keep things lively during the nightmare-siesta, and by then he had already thrown his tools and had to observe that this body was solid, and also not bleeding. He stared at his spoon on the wet floor, which had not helped at all.

Catra | She-Ra and the Princesses of Power | OTA

[heeeyadora]

The Floor is Lava

There wasn't a lot to do here.

But there hadn't been a lot to do in the Fright Zone either, and she and the other cadets had managed to entertain themselves when they weren't training to fight Princesses or avoiding Shadow Weaver.

Catra had seemed like she was just making a mess at first, dragging furniture and scattering bits and pieces from games across the floor, but her intentions became more clear once she finally climbed up onto one of the tables, scouting for the next viable area and jumping to it with a smirk.

She didn't expressly ask anyone to join, but she definitely wouldn't mind the company competition.

[doubled_speed]

It's hard to get out of the habit of eating for his proper metabolism. Add in how memories of Mary always made his stomach ache with hunger, and it was surprise that Tommy was moping in the dining area, watching Catra hauling shit around like she had some sorta big fucking plan going on.

No, not moping. Tommy didn't mope. Not even when it was confirmed that a man who was now his enemy held one of his greatest secrets. A secret that was likely to get out during calibrations anyway, though he'd been lucky enough to have no one walk away with it before.

He watches, quietly, having his food paste, until he can't stand it anymore.

"Really, floor is lava? What a fucking thing to be interdimensionaly accepted."

Bucky Barnes | MCU | OTA

[thestaremaster]

The Rules Are Made Up and the Points Don't Matter

If he was alone Bucky could have withstood this all fine enough. He'd been through worse. But with Steve here Bucky felt he couldn't just let himself disassociate until whenever it was they decided to let them out again. He had to try and make the best of things for his sake.

Which had some how lead to Bucky collecting various odds and ends, constructing a mismatched play on poker that he was struggling to explain.

"No, the one with the weird dinosaur looking thing on it, that beats a four."

Captivity

It was only natural as time passed and the stress of each night compounded that their space became less and less clean. Some people still tried, obviously, but with this many people confined to space, it was only a matter of time, especially without the proper means of cleaning up.

Bucky finds the shower littered with abandoned dishes. At least they'd made it this far. Cleaning them in a shower is all ready awkward enough, without having to choose between scalding and freezing, but Bucky does his best, bringing a load back out to try and restore at least some sense of order.

That was important in situations like this.

He was in the stupid jumpsuit, having attempted to wash his and Steve's clothes finally. Though instead of stale sweat they were going to smell like salad dressing when they dried, so he wasn't really sure it was much better...

Bucky is whiiiiiipped

[usedtobesmoller]

Steve hasn't seen Bucky since the room. His clothes are missing though so he can only assume where he is. Of course the guy would be doing laundry for them both. So in the jumpsuit himself, he makes his way down to the showers and tries not to feel too anxious about it. It's just Bucky, after all. And some people didn't even remember the rooms or people going into their own...

And who knew what Bucky had been on the verge of saying? It could be anything.

Still his heart is a bit faster as he sees the familiar form.

"I thought I said I was gonna take care of you now," he says softly once he's in range. It's an easy way to see if Bucky remembers without giving too much away. Also, c'mon. He did say that, pal. Drop the trousers.

Arcane | Viktor | OTA

[scienceofthearcane]

Common Room

This was the first time that he had to deal with the compulsion to go anywhere that he was not already planning to go. It was downright terrifying to not be in control of your body. And while he had been undercover with the crutch that he had always used, there was no hiding it now. Viktor stood straight feeling somewhat naked and somewhat vulnerable without his crutch, which is silly but there it is. The dreams were the worst. For him it was the same dream over and over Now he actually takes the initiative in seeking out answers, often hooking the arm of someone coming across his path. Someone that he could recall seeing in Temba before, speaking in a quiet voice;

"Does this happen often? By which I mean; is there a punitive reason for treating us as if we were chattel?"

Games?

Viktor did not feel like doing much of anything, and certainly not games. But since there is literally nothing else to do and since he was bored out of his mind, anxiety gets set aside in favor of looking in the cabinet to see what the possibilities might be. Two boxes get rejected because he can't read what is written on the sides, the image on the side of the box of the Gray puzzle is hard to look at for very long. Eventually, he settled on a deck of cards. They actually looked to be some sort of tarot cards. But he had given them each a number value in his head and was now playing a game of solitaire. He had paused for a moment to look around. When he returned to the game he had the Fool, the Magician and the Page of Cups facing him. Taken together they were a little bit concerning, what are fat he could do is can can you is game of Solitaire.

[mutedsuspicions]

The moment Viktor hooks arms, the effect is immediate as Lerith startles. He doesn't pull away, just startles. He looks to the other with an expression that reflects that, then leans in as though he wouldn't be able to hear him. He could, of course. Those large elf ears aren't for show.

He wiggles his arm out, needing it to respond. [I don't know. I wasn't here the last time this happened, but I don't like it. What is a c-h-a-t-t-e-l? Is that a new word for 'cattle'?] He had to spell out 'chattle' since he didn't know the Sign for it with his hands.

Shiro | Voltron Legendary Defender | OTA

[lionunchained]

It was really just Shiro’s luck that he had happened to be out of the city when all of this first began and he had returned, unknowing what he was going to be walking into. Literally, what he was going to be walking into. It was basically like stepping into a prison, even though this was oddly nicer than some of the prisons he had seen and been in.

If it hadn’t been for the people who were around, he might have been more concerned. Seeing familiar face as at least told him that this was something related to the world rather than just himself.

But the upkeep was very close to a prison though. He sighed as he settled himself into the chairs nearby to where the food dispensers were. “Those stupid showers… It is would be better if there was an in between temperature.”

Shiro tried to figure out something to entertain himself, but after reading the info about the rules for “Monopoly Longest Game Ever” and when the puzzles deemed to be too mentally taxing, he began to take some of the pieces from the boxes, sorting them out. “Anyone want to make up our own game?”

[mutedsuspicions]

Lerith was getting some more....'food' from the dispensers when he heard a new voice speak up from one of the chairs. Looking over, the elf didn't know the face or really recall seeing him around, but he knew he was still... working on coming out of the hotel more. Getting his food, he sits in an empty chair next to Shiro.

At least it's clear he's been using the showers somehow, since Lerith smells like Italian dressing.

He didn't know what the 'Italian' part meant though.

Lerith knocks on the table for attention from Shiro, then moves his hands. [I gather the hot water in a bowl, wait for it to cool, then wash myself. It is a long process.] He had no idea if Shiro would understand Sign or not, but one didn't know until an attempt was made.

ota!

[noch]

Waiting Room (Food Dispensers)

She's sitting at one of the tables, silently glaring daggers at the food paste in her bowl, as if it's personally provoked her—and while, in a way, it has, it isn't really about the paste. It hasn't been that long, but this whole endeavor is already starting to wear on her. It isn't really the monotony or lack of things to do—she's more than used to boredom and entertaining herself, at this point—but rather the confinement, as well as having her magick taken away from her, her connection to her sisters.

That doesn't even include her calibration room, reliving her memories. It chafes. She doesn't like it. "I don't understand. What is the point of this?"

Waiting Room (Games)

Board games aren't really a thing on her home planet, Dathomir—non-violent games in general, really, not to discount the many board games that can turn violent—so she's not really sure what to make of them. She's slowly unpacking Monopoly Longest Game Ever, carefully inspecting the board, each of the pieces (spending some extra time turning the little Scottie dog over in her hands), and the stacks of money, but judging by the deep furrow between her eyebrows, this is all very confusing to her.

"This is a game? That people play?" How? Why? She has so many questions.

Food

[tsundullahan]

The young woman is a curious one to watch, dressed so differently and with a natural pallor and hair to match that definitely hints at otherworldly. This might be funny coming from a woman who's always seen wearing a cat-eared motorcycle helmet.

Celty has no need for food, but it hasn't stopped her from looking at things in the area. She's passing by Merrin when she catches the questions, unsure if she's meant to be the one to answer. That's a problem in itself, but all the same she pauses, visor turning towards her as she gives an uncertain headshake.