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Now Remember, This Is For Science
- "What do you want you moon-faced assassin of joy?"
- - ―Londo, Babylon 5
They'd planned on going to check out one of the companies for Eris. There had been an open house and they hadn't been the only ones attending. Everything had been going just fine until they walked through what they were told was an 'airlock', everyone did and started changing into the 'bunny suits', or the white jumpsuits and hoods to go into the 'cleanroom' where the company is working on the technology.
All the others are getting dressed with them and everything seems perfectly normal..
Well.. Until they wake up.
Stefan and Sebastian are nude, not cold though because of the starchy-white sheets under them and folded neatly over them, covered with what looks like heavy knit hospital blankets. They are both sitting upright on what at first seems like gurneys. But they aren't... They are solid, bolted to the floor with shackles to hold them both. A weird pressure hangs in the air, pushing on their skulls and making it impossible to use any abilities at all. They both have IV drips and a steady beep, beep, emits from a machine next to both of the tables.
"No it was wonderful luck." A female voice comes from the side of a curtain. They are groggy but it fades in and out. "Two! Two at once. Now I can do a side by side comparison. No, I promise... I've found a way to make sure they survive this time." Silence again, "Yes, Sir. I'll extract everything I can. Thank you.." Silence again and then the sound of sensible flats pattering on the floor as a bubbly looking brunette rounds the corner and smiles at the two. "Oh, you're waking up, excellent... I bet you're wondering.. Where am I.. Well let me explain how you lucky boys are going to change the world. I'm Doctor Fredrickson."
Pembroke flexes his hands a little... as much as he can... "Curary?" he asks. Focus. Focus on something. "Doctor Sebastian Pembroke. And you are?..." hopefully about to monologue the whole plan while he /tries/ to get some subtle signaling out.
Stefan grunts, and then only states, "Stefan. Where are we?"
"Oh, wonderful, a Doctor. Then you'll understand what we're doing here and how it will benefit the whole entire world." She smiles sweetly to him and then looks to Stefan, "And Stefan? Well, that's a very good question. You're at the D.M.I, the Dimensional Migratory Institute and you two, very lucky young men, are going to help us to further our goals." Her hazel eyes are bright and she can't seem to stop smiling in excitement. "Now, I have to warn you. It's going to hurt. But if you cooperate you -will- be rewarded." She assures. "All right? Shall we begin introducing you to your boudoir?"
Pembroke flexes a moment, glancing down at his naked self. "Oh? Yes well, I assure you I donate for the future rather regularly. As far as assisting, I think I'd be far more assistance in full control of my faculties. And if you're needing samples for reproductive purposes, a pretty lady like yourself need only ask...."
Stefan grunts again, and jerks his hands against the bonds, "I don't remember volunteering for some medical crap. That's Pemmy area of expertise." He stares at the smiling face with an open scowl. "You normally kidnap people from a fucking party?"
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Eris rolls 5 (5 dice) vs 6 for 2 successes.
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Stefan rolls Stamina vs 6 for 1 successes.
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"Oh, Stefan, pottymouth won't get you anywhere." She taps her clipboard which, now that they look at it doesn't have paper on it. It's clear plastic and has a faint blue etching that lights up when she touches it. His muscles seize as electricity is pumped into him. It staggers him, making all of his muscles flex as currents run from cuff to cuff -through- his body. "Do try to be cooperative. It'll be better for all of us, okay?" She laughs lightly, "Oh, Doctor, you're naughty too but that's all right. But don't tell my husband, or he'll take you to -his- part of the lab." She tuts under her breath and looks back down. "All right. Sebastian, I do hope you don't mind if I call you Sebastian. Since you're in -my- practice and you are -my- patient. You get to be the control... so long as you can maintain control. Which means Stefan here gets to be the guinea pig." She smiles at Stefan. "Now.. I'm going to frequently do tolerance checks. So I hope you will answer me with the utmost honesty. How did that feel?"
Pembroke looks over at Stef and offers an '"Owch", and continues to try to push with his mind. "You said something about Trans Dimension, what is it that you think we are?"
Stefan's teeth clamp together, his jaw locked as his body jerks. He cries out once but no more and then even as his body shivers he opens his eyes and stares at the woman. He makes no response to her question.
Dr. Fredrickson says, “Remember this is for science." She tells Stefan before glancing towards Pembroke. "Dimensional Migratory Institute." She corrects simply, "Your taxonomy qualifies you as Animalia Chordata Mammalia Haplorhini Simiiformes Hominidae Lycaninini Homo Sapien Lycanthropus, or Homo Sapiens Lycanthropus with the recessive genome." She smiles, "And each of you also falls under the sub-species mentalis indicating you have latent supernatural abilities, or they may have manifested. We're not sure yet. That's part of the fun of the experiment."
Pembroke hmmms.. concentrating on his breathing... "The drugs.. while nice... aren't conducive to the stresses needed to manifest things like that. If we have them. As far as the relationship to Lawrence Talbot... well, maybe drop a she-wolf in here and see if she's more interested in us..."
Stefan manages to grunt but his eyes close and his head rolls. Any guess at rather he is close to passing out or not. He still doesn't respond.
The Doctor says, “Hmm, oh, so they aren't all latent. Great." She chirps, "That helps. me. a. lot." She says as she looks down and taps a few things on her clipboard. "But it does go to prove that the lessons of the past have not been forgotten. What you're experiencing is a special magnetic field that we learned to adapt from our work with sharks and porpoises." She explains, "We've actually found that it is quite effective on disrupting the electric impulses necessary for a Mentalist to use their abilities." She sighs and shakes her head, "All right well, I had hoped you'd talk, Stefan but it looks like I'm going to have to pull out the 'Reclaimer'." She walks over to his strangely shaped 'gurney' and hits a button. The metal smoothly starts to slide away, rolling away and being replaced instead with a strange 'chair', well as much as it can be called a chair. There's a support for Stefan's neck that adjusts itself and settled to cradle his neck and the lower half of his cranium, his spine is supported by a series of very strange instruments that prick into his naked spine and the machine next to them flickers form the simple heartbeat to a graph with a series of varied lines in different colors. His heartbeat remains at the bottom. "We'll just have to rely on the machines to tell us how you're feeling. Look.." She gestures, "It has all of your feelings on it. It's magnificent how every single impulse is just a bit of electric charge in various chemicals in our neurons." Her brows bob and she then turns to Pembroke. "Well, even if you didn't know that's what you are, you are.." She smiles with a little laugh. "Most of you don't even realize what you are. It's okay." She promises.”
<OOC> Eris says, "https://fallout.fandom.com/wiki/Reclamation_chair?file=Fo4-reclamation-chair.png"
Stefan gasps and tries to not utter a sound but it involuntarily escapes him regardless. He looks to the doctor and grunts briefly, "Then I don't... need to talk... bitch."
Pembroke blinks and loooooks at the chair "Well shit....if I survive and get out of this, how much do those things run you?"
Doc F just smiles, "Oh, Stefan, that mouth of yours is going to get you into all kinds of trouble." She laughs cheerfully and reaches into her lab coat pocket and pulls out a bottle and a syringe. "Just your immortal soul." She teases Pembroke sweetly before pulling some of the liquid into the needle and then moving over to inject it into Stefan's IV. "We like to keep you asleep during the treatments. Some of it is.. painful. But that doesn't mean we want you to suffer needlessly. It's better that you're unconscious. See you in a few days." Stefan can feel that metallic feeling in his head, taste it in the back of his mouth as the liquid pours into the IV and swiftly knocks him out. She turns to Pembroke, "Sorry, you too. We've got to set you for Control."
Fin
(TBC...)
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