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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After the whole mess with Don and the blood, Sookie needs some stress relief. (She also knows that certain people-- like her brother, for example-- will try and exist only on junk food unless someone offers up food.) So this broadcast has her well at work cooking, the oversize Bon Temps football tshirt she's wearing already covered in flour.

"I know not all of us can cook, so if anyone's hungry I don't mind workin' in the kitchen. At least it'll give me something to do, instead of fretting about bein' cooped up." Her expression goes scolding for a moment. "Because unlike certain folks here, I think everybody's got a right to eat."

Subtext: screw you, Don Draper.

Quinn needs a break. She needs to stop thinking about vampires, because it makes her want to kick things, and unfortunately there is no Rachel Berry for her to take her frustrations out on. She explores the Sanctuary, even though it still makes her uneasy, she stops when she stumbles across the kitchen and see Sookie covered in flour.

"Need a hand?" she asks, entering the kitchen. Quinn is no expert at cooking, actually all she can make are cupcakes and various muffins.

"If you don't mind, honey, I could even use two." Sookie wipes at a smear of flour and only succeeds in spreading it even more over her cheek, but that's part of the whole experience so she doesn't worry about it. "But you take it easy, okay? Only little things, you're still healin'."

Quinn smiles slightly. "Do white-chocolate-blueberry muffins count as little?" Quinn asked, tying her hair back. "It's pretty much the only thing I know how to make," she says. "I've been experimenting with different muffins to bring to work."

"As long as you ask me to help if you need it, I think muffins sound just about right." Sookie eyes Quinn speculatively, lips pursed. "How are you feelin', sweetheart?"

Quinn nods and starts to look through the kitchen supplies for the right ingredients. It takes her a minute or two to respond to Sookie's question. Quinn really doesn't like admitting to feelings especially when they show weakness.

"Scared," she says softly. "Angry. I still feel a bit groggy, but I needed to get out of my room."

It's the Fabray method really, when things get tough act like they're not there - distract, distract, distract.

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

[ visual/location : floor nine kitchen ]

[ location : floor nine kitchen ]

[ location : floor nine kitchen ]

[ location : floor nine kitchen ]

[ location : floor nine kitchen ]

[ location : floor nine kitchen ]