The Capital

[idolpro]

For one reason or another, you - yes, you - were caught to be taken to the Capital. Whether it is due to going to ultrajail or whether it is due to being a Plague Bearer, here you are.

Please contain yourselves to the specific headers provided to you; if you are provided a header that was linked to another unit, make no mistake! You guys are together now. :)

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[idolpro]

There is one door and the door is locked. There might be someone outside? There is a button next to the door and a speaker you can talk into.

[dragonheartedgirl]

[ she's going to press the button for the speaker. it's enough like a phone she can sort of figure it out?? ]

Hello? Is there someone there?

[puzzlekeeper]

[ While they're awaiting a response from the guard...

He's been pacing the perimeter of the cell as well, trying to put together a puzzle they only have a few corner pieces for. ]

This level of technology seems strange compared to what we've seen here already...

[dragonheartedgirl]

That's the Producers, for you. Although, I suppose--it makes sense, for the capital, where the palace is, to be outfitted with more conveniences and advances than less important areas. This is, after all, where the King and his family reside.

What do you make of the option we've been left with?

[ death doesn't count. we're not dying here. ]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ you're goddamn right ]

Far from ideal. We'll be at their mercy for an unknown length of time, and there's no telling what that will entail.

[ He doesn't sound frightened by the prospect, simply - grim. ]

However... it will also give us unprecedented access to the other victims.

[dragonheartedgirl]

[ It sounds like they're MORE OR LESS on the same mental page, which. yes. good. the less they have to openly speak about things--the better. Their captors could find some way to try to keep them apart from each other and/or the other conscripted fighters, but but it would make their ability to work less effective. ] It might also give us an opportunity to see what, or whom, the nobles have been using their so-called "Plague Bearers" to fight against. [ possible allies? hard to say yet ] At any rate, we have more chances out there than in here. [ of... escape, allies, mutiny--whatever ends up being the best route. ] What do you think the odds we're under surveillance right now? [ CAN THEY ACTUALLY HEAR US, ARE THERE CAMERAS. lookin... around... ]

[puzzlekeeper]

Almost certain, assuming they're not fools.

But considering they've cuffed, trapped, and de-powered us, it's possible they're too arrogant to think it's worth their time. After all, they don't see people "like us" as people at all.

[ But they should probably... err on the side of caution, regardless. ]

[dragonheartedgirl]

[ She just nods her head. That's going to make things a lot more complicated for concentrated efforts, but--honestly, that makes going out to the military an even more attractive possibility? even if there might be potential eyes and ears on them out there, there will be considerably more chaos, more opportunities to interact--and they won't be stuck underneath the laser focus of a camera inside a tiny box of a room. ]

Then we take what's been offered to us.

[ And find a way to make use of the rope they mean to hang us with. ]

[puzzlekeeper]

Agreed.

[ And best of luck to these dumb tyrannical sons of bitches. ]

[dragonheartedgirl]

[ DOWN WITH THE NOBILITY!! ]

[dragonheartedgirl]

[ After an additional moment, she's calling through the intercom-- ]

We'd like to join--or rejoin--the military.

[idolpro]

There is a fffzt on the speaker as it turns on, and then someone speaks from the other end.

"Wise choice. Through servitude, may your hands become clean."

The door opens, but there is none in the stark-white hallway.

Will you go through?

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He doesn't need to check with Hiryuu - he knows they're of the same mind here. He just sweeps out of the cell with all the defiance he can put into a single stride. ]

[dragonheartedgirl]

[ she'll be following him, not quite so--uh--obviously defiant, but with her head held high. ]

[idolpro]

The path is pretty straight - there's literally no one greeting you here lol, though there are several speakers and buttons if you want to press them.

Soon enough, you reach a juncture. You could go left, right, or straight.

[dragonheartedgirl]

[ Hesitating. And pushing a speaker button. ]

Which way do you want us to go?

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Well good thing Hiryuu is here, he was just gonna walk straight instead of talking to these guys. Fuck 'em. ]

[dragonheartedgirl]

[ well I mean yes, fuck them, but we should decide whether or not we're going to deliberately disobey and know what we might be walking toward.... ]

[idolpro]

There is a long pause.

"Turn right."

[dragonheartedgirl]

[ thinking ]

This is probably a test to see if we can be trusted to follow instructions.

[ like we're still in this big ass building. we haven't actually been reinlisted into the army yet.... so... ]

It might be disobey instructions.


[ YET. ]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ It seems fuckin ominous and he hates it, for the record, but blatantly ignoring commands could very well get them sent back to option b, DIE.

Dropping his voice. ]

It's the first of many commands we're going to have to swallow for this to work.

[dragonheartedgirl]

[ oops somehow I lost the 'unwise to' in that second sentence. dropping her voice as well; ]

My thoughts as well. We're going to need to hide in plain view--which will mean acting the part. If it seems like we need to turn around, we can, but for now--let's follow the instructions.

[ gonna go RIGHT like instructed. ]

[idolpro]

The hall goes on and on forever, it feels like. . .

There's a juncture again. Straight or left. Actually, doesn't the straight path look familiar to you somehow . . . ?

[puzzlekeeper]

[ ............. fuck this

PUSHES THE BUTTON ]

Are there any clearer instructions you'd like to provide?

[ Or shall they just do w/e the hell they want. ]

[dragonheartedgirl]

[ oh boy,

whispered, ]

Having an attitude may not help us. Soldiers--obey their orders without complaint, right?