Blinded me with science

[buckingham]

more than E X P E R I M E N T A L 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.

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[lightsthesun]

He almost relaxes into the touch, the cocktail of drugs that’s fogging his brain making it all too easy just to give into the temptation to lie back, cede all control. There’d been nothing before he'd regained consciousness, just an unnatural absence of thought, empty of any dreams or nightmares like he’d been floating in a void until now. It’d be easier to go back to that blackness now then to try and keep fighting the heady weight of the sedative that’s dragging him slowly downwards…

Eyes flickering, he almost gives in.

But then he jerks from Coda’s touch with a pained start, the back of his head clanging against the table, spine bowing as he strains, just for a moment, before he’s collapsing back onto it, his ribs heaving. His pupils are blown, filmy and clouded with the medication, but the fire in Lucifer’s eyes seems to rage all the same as he turns them on Coda, his jaw working.

“S'happening?” Lucifer slurs, the words cloying, spilling out like molasses. “S'wrong?”