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

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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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Faith doesn't raise an eyebrow at the scars; she's seen worse, and if she wasn't a slayer she'd have worse. She doesn't purposefully not look at them, but after a brief perusal she returns her gaze back to Anita's face.

"Yeah, I didn't even open mine up. I hate those freaking things." She really hates them; Faith currently holds the record for Person In Taxon Who Has Attempted To Messily Destroy Their Tablet the Most Times. C4 might have played in, at one point. "Jesus, freaking hamsters. And yeah, I'm fine. Pissed, but fine."

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"They're useful, at least. Far as I can tell," Anita surmised with a shrug, crossing her arms over her chest in a protective sort of stance. She felt a hell of a lot more insecure than was the norm, not having the Browning on her. She could certainly defend herself without it if the need arose, and though she had been told nobody would be attacking her here in Taxon, she remained skeptical. Besides. It had just been so long since she'd been forced to go without it.

"Pissed is deal withable. Long as no one's injured. I assume this means everyone's been pulled here, then."

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"Yeah, you say that now. Just wait, you'll get it." Faith is, despite her exhibitionist streak, an intensely private person. The tablets' habit of broadcasting her amateur porn tapes is nothing; their habit of turning on when she's vulnerable is a whole lot of something. The lack of control pisses her off almost as much as it terrifies her.

"My guess is yeah. It's only the little shit people get singled out for. Otherwise, we're all in it together. Singing Kumbayah or whatever." The sarcasm in her voice makes it clear that she's not exactly a proponent of all this togetherness.

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"What kind of little shit?" Anita asked with a raised brow, curious. It probably didn't matter at the moment, but if there was some reason the hamsters might single her out in the future, she'd have liked to know ahead of time. You know, just to give her a little breathing room to prepare, if need be.

She shook her head a moment later. "I'm not that thrilled about our being dragged to a sleepover by force, either. Or whatever it is that's going on here. Standing here and talking about it isn't going to do much, though. I'm gonna have a look around. You're welcome to come with."

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"You know. Glitches, but one on one." Faith won't be volunteering her one experience with glitches; childhood wasn't easy for her, wasn't something she wanted to remember. The hamsters owe her a pound or two of flesh for that.

"Nah, I'm good. Gonna see if I can find some food." And people she knows, but details.

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Anita nodded, glancing down the hallway in the opposite direction as she searched for any other signs of life. "Alright. I may do the same in a bit, but I'd like to get the lay of the land first. Let me know if you find anything of interest in your travels?"