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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"Sixteenth. Top floor," Katherine smirks a bit, before making a face. "Yeah, pretty much the same. I've never seen those guys before, but one of them has probably never heard of a shower - much less used one - and the other looks like he was ripped straight from the page of a geek chic catalog from 1980's."

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"Gross," Max says, wrinkling her nose. "Well, there are showers in the bathrooms, maybe you can leave him a note." She closes her eyes and rubs at her temples. "I really hope they don't keep us here for too long. And that 'technical difficulties' isn't a precursor to 'you're all fucked, again'."

"I really should leave him a little reminder. Or just switch floors," she adds - not that she isn't planning on doing that later, but details.

Katherine sobers when Max voices her worry, her own thoughts moving along the same lines. She'd caught that feed about some idiot dumping the blood down the drain a bit earlier; being stuck in a building for an unknown period of time with a bunch of hysterics on an anti-vampire kick is not exactly an uplifting idea.

"No arguments, there. This isn't really my idea of a good time, either."

"Switching floors is another easy solution," Max says with a nod as she finishes her coffee. She hasn't seen or heard about the man who was pouring blood down the drain yet, but she'll likely be about as pleased as Katherine is to hear about it.

"I'd feel better if I could hatch actual clothes and knew how long we're gonna be stuck here, but God forbid they give us a hint." She shrugs. "But hey, at least we can breathe."

She doesn't let herself think 'for now'.

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"Yeah, I'm with you on that one," Katherine agrees, glancing down at her 'nightgown'. "At least we're all more or less in the same boat with that. This whole thing is starting to resemble some backwards edition of the Survivor."

Katherine can't help but snort at that, giving Max a rueful look. "You know it's bad when we have to be grateful for things that are generally taken for granted."

"Exactly," she says with a nod before setting the tablet on the tabletop to rub at her eyes. She removes her hands to glance at the coffee mug with a pensive expression.

"It's a little early for me to be seeing if I can find something stronger than this, isn't it?"

"Are you kidding me?" Katherine laughs, but not at all mockingly. "If you do find some, please be sure to let me know, too."

Because hell, a good stiff drink would be fantastic now. Still, Katherine isn't holding her breath. Somehow she doubts the hamsters would be that kind.

"I'd better find some if they're planning on keeping us here for much longer than a night or two," Max says, laughing as well. She was only half kidding when she brought up that she was thinking of it, but she's a hundred percent serious about needing it if they're going to be stuck here. Too bad she hasn't found anything besides what Kirk had given her that will get her much more than tipsy.

"Trust me, I fully support this plan," Katherine says with an easy grin. Sighing a little, she adds, "I'm just hoping the booze isn't on the list of the items that have to be, shall we say, alien sanctioned. I wouldn't put it past those furry bastards to keep us from anything remotely fun during this little experiment of theirs."

"Neither would I, although if you asked them they'd probably tell us they covered the entertainment department with the library, pool, and rec rooms," she says, rolling her eyes. "I'll check my floor. If nothing else, maybe I can find some cooking wine."

"In other words, they're trying to drive us mad with boredom," Katherine replies fatalistically, making a noise of disgust from her throat. "Here's to hoping you find something. I may have to do some recon on my floor, too, though I'm fairly certain that the greenhouse does not include Patron plants."

She laughs. "Let me know if it does. In the meantime, I should probably see if there's anywhere to find clothing other than what we've got on already."

"Will do," Katherine smiles back. "Oh, do me a favor and let me know if you find anything else to wear, too? I'm not really looking to spend days either in this nightie or a sheet."

Stefan already pitched a fit about going outside her room in the nightie and she isn't going to resort to wearing the coarse sheet wrapped around her all the time, especially since they have no way of knowing how long they'll be stuck in the building.

"Yeah, no problem," she agrees with a nod and a smile. "I'll see you around?"

"Thanks," the vampire says, grinning a little. "For sure. Later."

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