Grand Opening First Event

[abaxmods]

Maybe you fell asleep, maybe you were knocked out. Maybe you were in the middle of a fight, maybe you don't even remember what you were doing at all. But regardless, you remember the darkness. It's crushing, all-encompassing. It fills your lungs and presses it's weight down on your shoulders, suffocating, overwhelming. It's so dark you can't tell

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GROUP 1

[abaxmods]

FREEZER: Peter Venkman
BODY BAG: Egon Spengler
AUTOPSY TABLE: Éomer

[rohirrims]

[When Éomer awakes, he's chilled to the bone, and there's a bright light above him. Groaning, he moves to raise a hand to block it, but there's something in his hand. So he raises the other hand. With that accomplished, he can fully take in his surroundings, and what he sees confuses and worries him.

Moving to sit up, he focuses on the object in his hand, but is quickly distracted by the thin gown he's wearing. Is it constructed of thin parchment?]

What sorcery is this?

[It's asked to himself, as he doesn't expect an answer.]

[drspengler]

[The sight he awakens to makes Egon immediately claustrophobic. He's enclosed in... something and he can't seem to find the pull on the zipper that might lead him to freedom. Why he's even in this situation hasn't even entered his mind yet. He simply wants to get out of this enclosure. First things first.

The zipper pull might be on the outside. Perhaps if there's someone nearb-

Before he even has the chance to call out he hears a man's voice, though he's not entirely sure what was said.]

Is someone there who can let me out?

[rohirrims]

[Upon hearing the other voice, Éomer immediately jumps off the table, looking for a weapon. He doubts the small object that fits in his palm is one, so he looks around, spotting slim, metal knife-like things on a nearby tray. He grabs one and then addresses the voice.]

Where are you? I cannot see you. Speak!

[Though now that he has the weapon in hand, he reevaluates the words, and realizes that if a person needs to be let out, they must be in somewhere. The freezer doors mean little to him, and he doesn't consider a person may be there. So he approaches the odd black bag and nudges it with the knuckles of the hand holding the strange item he awoke holding.]

GROUP 2

[abaxmods]

FREEZER: Alex Summers
BODY BAG: Alistair Theirin
AUTOPSY TABLE: Il Lupo

HIHI TL;DR 8D

[doomhoops]

[ His eyes blink open. And then, a couple more times, because with all this darkness no way they're actually open yet, not when the scenery hadn't changed in the slightest. A chill runs straight up Alex's spine and he shivers, half from the temperature and half from having no freaking clue how he got from walking down the halls in Winchester, NY to a pitch-black, cold room with a nasty draft. He moves to sit up- ]

AH- [ And doesn't get very far, seeing as he's lifted his head all of half a foot before it slams into the ceiling of the freezer, rattling his brain. A hand goes to his head. ] Shit.

[ And instead of flesh to flesh, it's cool plastic to flesh and Alex blinks. W h a t. He gives the plastic box in his hand a squeeze and suddenly- LIGHT EVERYWHERE, UGH. Once he gets over the initial squinting, he gives the little electronic letters and numbers on the screen only a cursory glance before using the new flashlight to look around

[endtheblight]

[The noise is enough to wake him, being that he's a fairly light sleeper and well... the noises weren't exactly quiet. He sits up immediately, but there is something prohibiting his movement, and any squirming just sends him rolling off the counter and onto the floor with a loud yelp and a THUD.]

Just. tl;dr forever guys ;a;

[wolfsprint]

[ His eyes snap open, painfully aware of a strange light bearing down on him. In an instant, he regrets it, finds himself blinded by a strange light and one hand lifts, covering the abused eyes as a low noise - a growl - rumbles in his throat. ] Merda... [ He whispers harshly, drawing in a slow breath, suddenly aware of the strange sensation of the air missing from his lungs

GROUP 3

[abaxmods]

FREEZER: Jung Tsu Park
BODY BAG: Francis
AUTOPSY TABLE: Kainé

[thatwasawesome]

[What.

The.

Fuck.

Kainé jerks up into a sitting position, eyes darting around the room. The completely unfamiliar room. Awesome. So this is another goddamn game, and the last thing she remembers is candy stuff and... other stuff.

It takes her a bit to realize there's something in her hand that's not her tablet. It takes her about five seconds more to realize she's sorta cold, and mostly naked-- which causes her even more panic than being in an unfamiliar place. She slides off the table and begins a frenzied, but short search around the room when she realizes there's a human-sized bag just hanging out with her. Close enough to cloth.

She rips the bag open straight down the zipper line.]

[hate4everything]

[Okay. THAT was a rude awakening. He shrieks. It's a very womanly shriek, but it's justified. He's just been released from a body bag in a very cold morgue.]

What the HELL?!

GOING ONCE MORE TO PUT HER POTATO SACK ON

[thatwasawesome]

Goddammit--

[That's all she has to say about the strange, shrieking naked man falling out of her makeshift clothing. She quickly tears a hole through the middle for her head and puts the thing on like a really crappy tabard. Hiding the business.

Then she glares at her new companion.]

You-- [Can't remember his name.] ... zombie guy.

GROUP 4

[abaxmods]

FREEZER: Garrett Taliesin
BODY BAG: Raven Darkholme
AUTOPSY TABLE: Malik A-Sayf

[geminates]

[Something is definitely wrong, mhm. Raven hadn't even meant to fall asleep, in fact, she was sure her plan was going to fail miserably if she fell asleep in Erik's bed before Erik even got there, but... She must have, which is so completely and utterly embarrassing. And she would have felt that embarrassment right away after waking up if she hadn't been trapped when she did so. She screams, because what else can she do after waking up in a confining... sleeping bag? It didn't feel like one but she was covered from head to toe, the fabric apparently completely wrapped around her

[misterhotpants]

[Waking up disoriented after having been knocked out has unfortunately not been an uncommon experience for Garrett these last few months. So it is that when he cracks open an eye and is met with darkness, he's not all that concerned. Been there, done that, got the bruises to prove it. Of course, then he happens to notice the pervasive cold, the fact that he's actually trapped in a very small box, and most importantly, neither Chuck nor Shelby are anywhere to be seen. Or heard.

Which can really only mean one thing. Garrett swallows, and votes for thrashing around uselessly rather than waiting to be murdered and/or potentially brainwashed]

Oh, come on - really? Really? I mean I know I've given some - okay, a lot! - of trouble, but don't you think this is going too far!? No of course you don't, you're trying to overthrow the bloody - STICKING A HEAT MAGE IN AN ICEBOX IS CRUEL AND UNUSUAL, I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT. [He thrashes helplessly some more, stops to take a breath, and actually tunes into the fact that there's another person nearby

[need_a_hand]

[When Malik wakes he sits up instantly, eyes wide and startled as he takes in the room. Where- what had he been doing? Was he captured- was it the Sith? Another trick of Revan's? His thoughts taper off when two voices interrupt them.

He swings his legs over the side of the... the something. What was this place? What was he wearing? He frowns but focuses instead on the thrashing bag. Someone was trapped in there, though who he couldn't tell. It wasn't a voice he recognized from the other Outworlders.

He makes note of the male voice coming from the wall- that voice he recognized, perhaps someone from the network - before hurrying to the bag. It takes him a moment with his only hand and lack of experience with zippers to actually unzip the bag, frowning slightly as he does so.]

Be calm, you are free. [he says, stepping back and looking to the wall again. Someone was encased in one of the hatches.]

GROUP 5

[abaxmods]

FREEZER: Charles Xavier (au)
BODY BAG: Christine Chapel (au)
AUTOPSY TABLE: Kurt Wagner

GROUP 5

[excessivehubris]

[He'd been asleep. At least, he was certain he'd been asleep, sometimes it was hard to tell but he was fairly certain he'd been asleep when the dream hit him. These dreams, crushing weight and the sensation of falling, were no strangers to Charles Xavier, he'd lived with them all his life. A side effect of his mutation and the constant press of voices in his mind. Normally he ignored the dreams or simply woke himself up if they became too oppressive but tonight, tonight was different.

Tonight he couldn't wake up and as he tumbled the voices became muffled in his ears, as if his telepathy was suddenly shoved under water. It was a darkly uncomfortable sensation and he began to struggle, began to demand his mind to wake but it was wrong, it was all so wrong.]

Raven, RAVEN!

[It was instinct to call for her, instinct to shout her name but through the cotton wool around his telepathy he heard nothing but garbled, distant noises. He fought harder, slowly becoming aware of the cold. He should not be cold, he'd put a fire in the

[chapelbelle]

[When Christine awoke, she knew something wasn't right. Everything that had just happened -- the darkness, the falling, the cold -- it had been too real to be a dream, hadn't it? She opened her eyes but saw nothing but blackness. And so she made to sit up. Suddenly everything shifted, as if the world was moving from under her. Her face smacked into something and she laid back, starting to panic.

Reaching up a hand, she felt the material enclosing her and... a zipper? But what could possibly have a zipper on it that was closing her in? All of a sudden she understood. She had zipped plenty of dead crew, taken before their time, into a body bag.

But she wasn't dead! Someone had made a mistake! Twisting about, the table rolled under her again, and she felt the tag tied to her toe.]

No! [She let out a screech of fear.] I'm not dead! Help! Let me out! I'm not dead!

[wunderbarbamf]

[It had felt as though he'd be twisted, this way and then that in an instant. Unsure of what had been real and what had been nothing but a dream. But the waking world was rushing to the surface to meet him and he obliged to find out what of earth was going on. To work out what he might have been dreaming. Before his eyes opened, he was becoming aware of an odd warmth, a brightness past his eyelids and he slowly opened then. Greeted by the sudden harsh light of the lamp above