Conversation Space III.

[powersthatbe]

A poured concrete floor and cinder block walls are lit by a single bare light bulb hanging overhead. Shackles dangle from brackets on every side, and the chair in the center of the room is clearly an electric chair. A tall glass sits on top of a stool made of what looks like pure gold - but the liquid inside it is almost definitely blood.

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[leftbehindagain]

...How charming.

Then again, from the looks of Liminal Space, this was going to be a pretty somber combination regardless. Naoki's just glad that he knows who he's here to talk to. Before his company (host, more accurately) arrives, he decides he might as well try showing the network - if it works, great, if it doesn't, oh well.

"I'm starting to think I should have brought my own drink."

[mytearsaremine]

"Okay, this is really messed up," Jolie says out loud as soon as she takes in the room she's suddenly appeared in. Her human form dropped as soon as she spotted the electric chair, and now she's just a pillar of darkness vaguely in the shape of a girl, her tentacles and hair merging into a restless mass behind her, her arms not properly jointed but rather rubbery and malleable, and her eyes glowing bright green.

"I didn't sign up to show up in a torture chamber," she adds. Her voice now sounds like it's coming in triplicate, overlapping itself, and echoing faintly like it's coming from the bottom of a well.

Like the true form of the person you chose, Justice?

Dammit Justice. :[

[naturaltwohands]

Drizzt had looked forward to speaking to Justice, if only to ask questions. He's not entirely concerned when he's suddenly in a place, alone. It's the place that sets him on edge.

Even if it was over six years ago, Drizzt still remembers the Baenre complex's dungeon. He remains standing, wearing his sleepwear and wishing he had his weapons, even though he knows he has no need for them. Drizzt hopes that is the case. All he has on is a simple long tunic that goes to his knees and nothing else other than his underwear. The floor is cold against his bare feet.

The chair has bindings and is clearly not made for comfort, perhaps some form of torture. He can smell the blood from the glass even before he walks forward to inspect it. All he can be thankful for is that there are no piles of bones underneath any of the shackles.

It also reminds Drizzt that he has yet to tell his father about his disastrous return to Menzoberranzan, when he had intended to die in order to save his friends the trouble of further attack from his people.

"My thanks for bringing me to someplace familiar in nature," Drizzt says dryly after he's done inspecting the space; at least he isn't mad like Zaknafein was. "But you could have at least given me some pants."

[triggerhappytraitor]

Tachibana's hand went for his Buckle the moment he realized his surroundings, knuckles whitening around it as he shifted to a defensive posture.

"The hell is this?!" he demanded, eyes darting around the room.

[stopinthenameofawe]

Melissa's been paying enough attention to what's been going on that she does not like this. She practically snarls at the room itself, backing away from the shackles and the chair both, but she can smell the blood and hopes she won't be here long enough that she becomes desperate enough to drink it.

"Fuck. Off." She doesn't care if she can't see the thing yet, she knows someone is there.

[awondrousplace]

"Darling, you really could do something about the decor." Helena glances around and makes a bit of a disgusted face.

"Are you still hanging around, then?"

[wildmagician]

Yosuke had been expecting that he'd be summoned to the private rooms to talk to one of the hosts, but he definitely wasn't expecting a room like this. The atmosphere was rather creepy and made him take out his kunai just in case something bad might happen.

"If you're expecting me to sit there, you can think again."

[photonicfighter]

Being taken away to a strange room isn't entirely a surprise to Dakki. She's been listening to things. It seemed like something that was likely to happen. But still, she tenses and draws her photon saber, for the surroundings are unpleasant and ominous.

She's still and ready to fight. Nothing in this room seems inviting. Up until now, she had been somewhat neutral-to-mildly-negative on the idea of some greater power bringing them here and putting them in strange situations. Now, she was ready to entirely suspend that neutrality. "If there's anyone here, show yourself!" And prepared to escalate this to a fight, if need be.

[prolificarse]

Though the nature of the chair is lost on Dorian, product of a world utterly lacking in such contrivances, the rest of the decor gets the point across readily enough, shackles and bare, easily-cleaned flooring, and is that...? He can't quite suppress the bone-deep shudder as the nature of the liquid in the glass registers. He's not unaccustomed to the sight of blood, but there's something particularly chilling about the site of blood in an ornate glass, and his staff sparks to life as he pulls it from his back, looking over the walls and floor for any signs of the sort of vicious ritual that would typically accompany such a display.

[comebewe]

Nevermind that he's heard about this, and already knows that it won't work - upon finding themselves in Conversation Space they immediately attempt to portal out.

When they inevitably doesn't work, he moves into the room's open space, as far away from the shackles and the chair and the glass of blood as possible. He's on edge, intensely hyperaware of his surroundings and paying close to attention to anything that might register on his life sense. So far, though, there's nothing.

And considering who he knows he's going to end up talking to here, they're not sure if they will be able to sense him at all.

[loyalrebel]

Malik is, perhaps thankfully for all involved, himself when he is summoned to the chatroom. He isn't terribly surprised though, it's been happening to everyone it seems and he did just finish Interfacing with the computers in liminal proper.

He lets out a sigh at the state of the room, sinking on to the edge of the electric chair and rubbing at his face in weariness. "Well, I suspect there is a great deal to talk about." He said mildly. "I need to know why I should agree to do anything you or the others want."

[forcechanic]

Well. Now she knows what happens when people get whisked off in much more specific terms. Somehow, she wasn't expecting this. "I don't need the Force for this to feel wrong..." Maybe it's just as well her empathic senses are damped by the psychic network. She's pretty sure this place would be an utter assault on those senses.

[memoryandtheft]

Toby doesn't need to look to find the blood. The scent of it hits her like a fist to the gut, revulsion and need in equal measure. It isn't quite enough to keep her from noticing the rest of her surroundings - rather, the shackles and the electric chair are enough to override her entirely reasonable caution at strange blood left lying around. Blood is power, blood is knowledge, and right now, she desperately needs the latter, and quite possibly the former as well.

And so instead of leaving the blood where it is and attempting to ignore it, she instead walks to the stool and picks up the goblet, fully intending to take a sip and ride what memories dwell within in hopes of finding out the nature of this trap before who-or-whatever set it returns.

[teamsad]

"Lovely," Jess mutters under her breath, and glances over her shoulder to make absolutely sure there's not a door she could just walk out of. There's nothing about this room that makes her want to linger — it reminds her of certain rooms she's been in before, and absolutely none of them make for pleasant memories.