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 a few moments of squeaks and tumbling about, the Hamster stands and needlessly brushes off its hindquarters.

"Yes, I suppose so!" It looks cheerful for a moment, proud that it got up and is having a nice conversation without threats, and then looks unsure and skittish again.

"W-well if you don't mind I really must be going."

She's halfway tempted to comment on the fact that there's nowhere to go, and that the Sanctuary's on a nice little lock down. Buuut if the aliens have some back door to the building that they're using to get in and out it might be useful for the citizens...

On the downside of that idea, Kaylee isn't exactly sure how stealthy she could be in tracking a giant hamster while dressed in only a bed sheet.

"Not much to really go to just yet. Place is pretty well locked up. Can't hardly walk ten feet outside without meetin' the wall."

"Oh, that's just precautionary. For your safety!"

It's trying so very hard to sound cheery, as if all is well and fine and dandy and other such synonyms.

Then the Hamster taps the wall next to him, and it opens up into light.

"Stay out of trouble, Miss Frye!"

And it's gone, into the light and the wall and gone, with everything closing behind him.

For a long moment, Kaylee just stares at the spot on the wall. Cautious as ever, she steps toward it and gives an experimental tap...

Nothing.

Right.

Brows furrowed, she watches the wall for a few more seconds before shaking her head and continuing the trip to the hatch. Gorram hamsters.

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

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