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 slept like a rock through Marty's inspection, as the noise couldn't bother her. Eventually she sensed the change in the light and sat up groggily.

This was not her room at her parents' house. For one, cool as Regina and Angelo were, they didn't let guys sleep over, and definitely not guys who used illegal drugs.

She tapped the guy's shoulder to get his attention, and then her hands went up in a flurry of pissed-off signing. //What are you doing? Who are you? Where is this? Are you trying to get arrested?//

It was too early to deal with using her voice.

[OOC: SP is the best.]

[dollpocalypse]

Aha! Another test subject!

Another... really flaily test subject, Marty deduced, before he realized that she was probably using sign language.

"Whoa, whoa, slow it down," he said, one hand going up to wave at her. "Uh. Hello. You got kidnapped too, huh?"

[justbeingbay]

Daphne frowned hard at him. She'd gotten 'slow' and what she thought was 'kidnapped' out of that, but the rest of it ...

She held up a finger to tell him to wait, then went over to the nightstand behind the bed she'd woken up in. Miraculously, Fandom's AU gremlins had remembered she'd need her hearing aids; she took them out of the case and popped them in. Between them and her lipreading, she could deal with a conversation with a hearing person -- even if nothing about this made for her favorite way to start the day.

"Did you say kidnapped?" she asked, signing as she spoke. Her voice was thick but clear. "Who is kidnapping people and letting them smoke pot?"

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"Uh, the government?" said Marty, keeping his eyes on her hands as if they were going to reveal something other than his complete lack of sign language comprehension. "You don't live here, do you? Do you know where we are?"

Then, as an afterthought, he extended the bong out to Daphne, just in case she had an interest.

[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.

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"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.