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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"Hello again, Miss Ross, was it? We only spoke by text before," says a polite British voice. "Mayland Long. I think we are all here, in the same abominable boat as it were."

From their previous conversation he's made some guesses as to her probable time of origin-- good-old-fashioned paper-writing, her method of speech... back further than himself, certainly; he would guess not from his own century. The Sanctuary (and Taxon itself) must be all horridly confusing.

"Do you require any assistance in orienting yourself, or have any questions?"

"Yes, I am Mattie Ross. It is good to meet you, Mr. Long." She may be nervous and alone but that's no call for bad manners. "Mr. Cain has told me where to find the kitchen, so now I know I will not starve, but I do not understand why we have been incarcerated."

At least now she's certain there are others, and that she's free to leave the room. That's something.

"Likewise, Miss Ross, likewise. As for the why, I am afraid we are all in the same boat-- we have no map, and there is no apparent lighthouse.

"Which is to say, you are not alone in not understanding the imprisonment. It seems redundant in the extreme: we were already caged. Ah well.

"Forgive my impertinence, but might I ask what year it is for you, miss Ross?"

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

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