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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Being stuck in a box inside of a box is not how Narvin would choose to spend his forced holiday from Gallifrey (which may be what he's calling it now), but judging from the people who were milling the halls of the Sanctuary, it was quite obvious that an escape was out of the question. Maybe they'd be breaking out the hamster cages next. All Narvin knew was that he was most definitely not running on a metal wheel.

He had no quarrel with this quarters. Stark white and sterile was a norm for Narvin, whether inside his office or spending another week in the infirmary with singed robes and a pounding headache.

And then, just as he opens his door, presumably off to find some food or some such, he is presented with even more reason as to why he should be loathing his stay.

"What in Rassilon's name are you-..." he begins, before switching to, "Please tell me you're not on my floor."

"I dunno no Rassilon," Jason says through a distinctive Louisiana drawl. "But if you let me know what floor're you on I'll tell ya."

The sad thing is that he's being absolutely serious. He has no idea where you came from, Narvin, along with what you were about to ask.

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

[ location: eleventh floor because THEY'RE FLOOR BUDDIES LOOK HOW EXCITED NARVIN IS ]

[ location: eleventh floor because JASON WILL BE NARVIN'S BUDDY FOREVER NOW]