Room 307, Saturday Morning

[dollpocalypse]

Marty was very concerned about this new place. He knew that the government sometimes kidnapped people for testing, and this room was certainly full of enough wires to be a testing center, but there were also posters of Space Battles movies and a robot dog - which seemed out of place in any kidnappee's designated sleeping quarters.

After picking up the robot dog to inspect and checking the rest of the room for hidden cameras, and, of course, furtively peeking into the hallway for passing lab technicians (none, but there was a suspiciously hot person with wind-swept hair that had to have been tampered with somehow), Marty decided that the best way to get answers about where he was would be to do the thing he knew he was most likely being studied for: he took out his prize possession and lit it. Any government facility worth its salt had to have smoke detectors, right? Plus in the meantime, he got to get high. It was a perfect solution.

[[topher is, of course, marty mikalski from the cabin in the woods. link is to drug paraphernalia (of course). i'm leaving for c2e2 in two hours, but i was planning not to play until tomorrow and then i realized i'm up early enough that i still can! just, y'know, expect SP. door is shut, ofc, but post is open.]]

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[justbeingbay]

Daphne waved the bong away. Altered consciousness really wasn't her thing.

"This isn't my room," she said, eying the clutter. There were lots of art supplies on her side, and some pretty decent clothes that looked more expensive than anything she owned. "Looks like people live here, but not me."

She didn't think the government really went in for kidnapping.

[dollpocalypse]

"There's tons of wires," Marty said, grabbing a handful of them to wave at her, "and a homemade TV that's probably recording us. This is not a residential room." Sagely, he said, "The posters and decorative bedsheets are all a smokescreen."

Incidentally, he was generating one of those himself.

[justbeingbay]

"... right, you're high." Daphne thought something was incredibly weird here, sure, but a government plot? That sounded about like the kind of thing somebody stoned would come up with.

She took a few steps toward the door, hesitated with her hand on it. "Have you tried to go out yet?"

[dollpocalypse]

"Not a matter of trying," Marty said after a long moment with his bong. "Hallways are clear. Not a meta Stormtrooper in sight. They're very good at covering their tracks."

[justbeingbay]

"I'm sure they are," Daphne said, clearly humoring him. "Look, I'm going to go take my chances with the storm troopers."

It didn't seem like this guy was exactly a reliable source of information.

[dollpocalypse]

"Ten minutes from now, you could have wires hooked up to your head and a computer reading your every thought," Marty told Daphne, his voice full of respect. "But I admire your committment to freedom. Good luck, fellow prisoner."

What.