taxonomites | now i rock a house party at the drop of a hat.

It's around five o'clock in the morning when the citizens of Taxon find themselves inexplicably transported into rooms within the Sanctuary. Doors are left open and beds unmade, food abandoned and lights left on, still shining brightly for those who were awake and are no longer present. The Extras don't seem to notice the captive population's sudden disappearance, continuing on with their business as usual.

For those relocated, though, it's an entirely different story.

They find themselves in rooms with white, alabaster walls that gives them an almost too-clean feeling, as if the entire place was sanitized prior to their arrival. The room assignments are seemingly random, people placed on floors with those they don't know and don't like, people they would rather not be within twenty feet of. It matters not, for what's done is done and cannot be undone. For those who happen to have pets, they'll find them waiting for their owners in the rooms as if nothing is out of the ordinary.

The only thing the captives have managed to bring with them is the clothes on their back and the tablets. On them, they find the following message:

SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE PLEASE ENJOY YOUR STAY WHILE WE ADDRESS CERTAIN TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES

Unfortunately for those who try to find a means of escape, they'll discover there is none. Leaving the Sanctuary will prove to be as difficult as leaving Taxon itself. However, if one heads down the right corridor and the right floor, they'll find something else entirely lurking in their midst...

( ooc | sorry for the delay in posting! your mods were otherwise occupied with things of the irl variety this morning. THIS BE A PARTY POST, Y'ALL. room assignments are here, and refer back to the sott post proper for any additional information. please contact us with any questions/concerns you may have in regards to this plot. ♥ )

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In the normal course of things, Adrian would be wandering around the Sanctuary in his birthday suit. But out of consideration for Dan, and now for the fact that he lives in an office high rise, he's taken up the temporary habit of sleeping clothed.

If one can call purple silk pajama bottoms 'clothed'.

He's not happy about this new arrangement, that much is obvious from the mild frown on his face as he walks the halls of the second floor, tense and alert. Once he's sure that there's no immediate obvious threat, he turns on his tablet.

"Does anyone have any idea what's going on, other than 'technical difficulties'?"

When Adrian sees Lex he will notice several things about his boss: that Lex is surrounded by storage units, is clad in only his underwear, and looks rather unhappy.

"Judging by all the activity on the tablet it seems like everyone who isn't an extra is asking that same question."

Because he is a professional, and therefore well-practiced in keeping his thoughts off his face, Adrian restrains himself from doing a slow pan. Just.

"Perfect." That's Adrian's pissy voice right there, but he restrains it immediately. "Then I guess the best course of action would be to coordinate some kind of inspection of our surroundings first, unless you have another idea?"

The tone doesn't go unnoticed. Lex can't hold that against anyone, he's in just as sour of a mood as anyone.

"I don't have another idea, but I can tell you that my entire floor is this way." He points behind him to the metallic storage. "I can meet you on your floor or somewhere in the middle."

now i rock a house party at the drop of a hat.

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