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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"Mi scusi," says a polite voice to Stefan. "Forgive the rudeness of the interruption. I merely felt you ought to know that there is at least one person in the city who speaks Italian; if you have subjects you would prefer to discuss privately, perhaps locking might be wiser?"

Stefan sobers quickly at the sound of another voice, and one speaking fluent Italian, no less. It's a wake up call he needed, being alerted to others in Taxon able to speak his father's native tongue beyond himself and Damon. Not quite as stealth as he thought he was being. He needs to be more careful.

"Non pensavo--" He starts and stops with the appropriate manner of a too-confident kid caught in the act. "Spiacente. E, grazie. Guess I'll bloccare eventuali messaggi di famiglia da ora in poi."

( translation | i didn't think-- / sorry. and, thanks. guess i'll lock any family messages from now on. )

Edited 2011-06-09 04:03 (UTC)

"Ah, no apology needed, I only thought you should be warned. Good day, and good luck with your brother-- it sounds as though you perhaps need it."

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

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