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bakerstreet2021-04-22 01:49 pm
buckingham) wrote in bakerstreet2021-04-22 01:49 pm
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Blinded me with science
 In this laboratory setting you've found yourself in - be it a shady, fly-by-night hackjob, a secret governmental facility, or a sleek, state-of-the art facility - there's no room for error. What's done is done for science: pure, perfect, uncorrupted by human foibles. Data is the only language spoken, reason the guiding light. And for all this progress to occur smoothly, everyone must know their proper role, from the specialists at work to the lowly crew...and, of course, any experiments involved. Some more bleeding hearts would feel sorry for the latter, but make no mistake, they're little more than lab rats. They are not to be pitied. Emotion shouldn't even be wasted on them. Especially not an emotion as messy and useless in and of itself as romantic love. Why, you wouldn't want to jeopardize the breakthrough of the ages on account of some fairy tale, would you? Besides, it would be the most unfulfilling of relationships, for you could never be with your beloved test subject. Unless. Unless you broke them out. Such an action would be highly illogical and, more importantly, met with severe punishment. Are they worth all that? How to Play - Your character is either some sort of test subject/creature/weapon/misunderstood and otherwise tortured prisoner of science OR an outside party (scientist, doctor, janitor, visitor, journalist, sky's the limit). They meet their opposite. They fall in love. Bad Shit happens. Nobody's happy. - Comment with your character, preferences, role, info, all the good stuff. - Reply to others. - Be tragic and miserable together. |
no subject
whatever the reason for that might have been, it could've just stayed a mystery. instead, griffin had gone and reported it to the top brass in his mission debriefing. next thing keith knew, he was being hauled off to an isolation unit for some diagnostic tests. that'd been weeks ago already. weeks of interrogations, accusations about being a galra spy, forced blood draws, biopsies, restraints and involuntary sedation have driven keith over the edge, ready to lash out and just about everything and anything.
when the door to his slides open, keith bristles immediately. the garrison medics know by now not to leave him unrestrained when he's alone., but it doesn't stop from outright thrasing, oulling at eh straps keeping him pinned tight against the bed. ]
The hell do you want.
no subject
[ James could punch himself the moment the words leave his mouth. How is it that he's been here for less than a minute and the air between them is already hostile? It's true that they'd started off their relationship with a rough few years but recently, as a team... James thought they had made progress.
Of course, that was before his honest report wound up cutting his team down by one, leaving a gap that is sharply felt.
He leans against the wall and gives Keith a long look. He doesn't look good, like this, restrained. It's not hard to believe that the Garrison would do this to one of their own, but that doesn't make it any easier to swallow. ]
no subject
Don't act like you give a shit. This is YOUR fault!
[ whether that's fair or not, keith doesn't care. he hurls the words at james like venom. ]
Get away from me!
no subject
... it is my fault.
[ That much, at least, even his pride allows him to admit. ]
But I do care. You're one of my team and this... I want you back out there, with us. I didn't think they would lock you up, okay?