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[drowning_dog]

His first thought, blooming in the back of his mind as he pushes out his first breath of stale air, goes to the Retinal Resorts. Some matrix bullshit, hypnosis. Something. Fun Ghoul stands on the raised platform, perfectly still aside from the involuntarily twitch of his fingers as they hang at his sides. It's so cold. It's a long few minutes of stillness as he listens and looks.

Finally, his hand twitches up to thumb the gun in his double-breasted holster. In an environment like this, he can't believe his hosts let him keep his--

"Fuck." The familiar hum of building charge--there's nothing there. The gun is dead. Fun Ghoul's gaze snaps back over his shoulder. It scrapes around the round room, almost sharp enough to squeal against the metal walls. His gun hand drops, and he absently tugs at the bracelet they locked around his wrist. His lips purse, and he whistles a few loud, clear bars of a classic song--normally a signal to his friends, but just here it's a comfort noise, something to soothe his nerves. They're on fire.

The tablet. His heart jolts in his chest when his attention settles on it. Monitoring. "Shit." The steps toward it are clipped, body cable tense till he gets his hands on it to turn it around--

But before he actually turns it, before he can figure out how to disable this nasty little motherfuck, the door opens and there's light. It doesn't take too long to figure out that he needs to device to keep the door open, so he finally just grabs it, keeping it painfully tight in his palm. The sun. The sun. The sun.

There isn't any sun. More dead lights down clean hallways. Maybe he's home after all--or at least maybe here is somewhere unfortunately similar. Fun Ghoul's steps out of the arrival room are slow, deliberate, paced to a raise of his hands in surrender. Who is watching? "Don't fire." He hollers down the corridor for anyone (anything) detaining him, watching him.

"I'm a friend."

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[killtheparty]

It's the song that jolts him awake (not that he'd been napping--no, he tells himself, he hasn't got soft, he had just closed his eyes for a moment) and before Party's mind can clear his brain has already told what his limbs should do.

I'm a friend, he hears, and he's in the middle of flicking it on when he laughs, high and dry and maybe a little bit broken.

It's Ghoul.

It's Ghoul and he's there and he's calm, calmer than any of the Killjoys have been before they left, too. He forgets what words are, forgets how to speak he's so delighted, humming with energy, and then he finally says the only thing he can muster:

"Look alive, sunshine."

[fucking stuck on holo]

[drowning_dog]

He stutters to a stop in the hallway, grip on the tablet loosing as he realizes he's being hailed. Fun Ghoul flips the device in his palm to investigate. It was a familiar sound. He swallows, scowls, and has his words are the edge of his mouth: "Where are we? Where are you?

"Get me out."

[always video] suuuure eat my last two replies fuck you DW

[killtheparty]

"Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah," Party's words are hurried, rushed, and it's selfish (so fucking selfish) but he's glad he's not alone anymore because he's pretty sure he just plain can't handle this but he's not alone.

He's not alone.

"Mmmmk you picked up the tablet--you out? I gotta fucking--I'm glad you're here. M'headed your way, alright?"

[drowning_dog]

"I just left the--" He turns to look back at the room he started in. It's gone. His steps down the hallway speed up a bit. How does he get out? "Party, what the fuck is going down?"

[killtheparty]

"The fuck is right, okay--" Calm down, Party, Jesus Christ. But he's already hopping into his car, pedal to the floor. It's not speeding if he's not running over Extras, right?

He's in such a hurry he forgets Paul Smecker's iPod, moving his way to Sanctuary and towards Ghoul.

"You're gonna go outside if you keep going down the steps. Kobra was here, Jet's gone, but--but man. Okay.. Hamsters, Ghoul. Fucking hamsters have trapped us here. Thought I was goin' guano, nope--saw 'em myself. There's a creepy sheriff and anyone without a bracelet aren't real people, it's hard to explain--" The shifting of gears and the redhead takes a sharp swerve to the left.

"Y'with me?"

[drowning_dog]

He keeps trying to ask questions--Kobra was? Jet's what? Hamsters, like hamsters or are you--if Party's gaining points for not running over extras, he's losing them quick for running over Ghoul's thoughts. "Party Poison, I can't--Party--" He takes the stairs though, he caught that much, and he's fiddled with the phone enough to take it down to an audio feed. "Party, you're too--jesus!"

He's about hitting the end of his rope when he finally hits the door to the outside. "Chrissake, motormouth, I'm not, I'm not, can you slow down?!"

[killtheparty]

Party screeches to a halt and nearly jumps out of the car (and okay, he kind of slides out of it because it's long since been broken thanks to a stint earlier--he'll fix it, he swears--and he doesn't answer, nearly launching himself onto Fun Ghoul and wrapping arms around him. It's girly and touchy-feely but Party could care less, trying to resist the urge to say five million things at once.

"It's good to see you. Been here for months."

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[tothelightshown]

"Are you?"

The witch had settled into her new body and, although DG's form wasn't quite as satisfactory - as curvaceous or as tall or as commanding - as Azkadellia's had been, it suited her purposes well enough. When she greeted the new arrival with a sharp sort of smile, it was her smile. The fiery girl that Party Poison considered an honourary killjoy had been buried by the darkness.

"Why should we believe you?"

[drowning_dog]

The tablet again. He stops in the hallway, looking quickly both ways to ensure his own security before he responds. When he does speak, he's got hostage voice--low and very calm and heady. Hate for the kids to think you'd lost your cool. "Why wouldn't you?" He asks lightly, resuming motion step by step. "Do you work here?"

[tothelightshown]

"Actually, I'm a prisoner," she replied. For now. Once she'd dealt with the other residents of Taxon and consolidated her power, the witch intended to turn her attention to their infamous captors. "We all are."

She gave him a wry smile that could easily have belonged to DG.

"Welcome to the city of Taxon."

[drowning_dog]

His voice cracks over the his response; his seams are showing. "Ha! Holy shit, go for more ominous. Prisoners of what?"

[tothelightshown]

"Of the creatures that snatched us from our own worlds to bring us here."

Their power troubled the witch, but she had a great deal confidence in her own abilities. Sooner rather than later, she would have the city as well as DG's youth and power at her disposal. They wouldn't be able to stand against her.

[drowning_dog]

"Aliens. Yeah, I heard. Now are we talking Martians or Plutonians? Gotta say, neither option sounds delightful." A beat. If they're being pulled from other worlds--by aliens allegedly--then she could be...well, Martian. Or Plutonian. "What are you?"

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[electro_girl]

Maybe it's because he's a friend to Party--at least from what she overhears on the tablet--but Gwen can't help but chime in.

"Good to know," she quips, but her face is friendly. She clasps her hands in front of her, lacing her fingers together and resting her chin on them. "You're in Taxon. Faraway place in a faraway land. Don't worry--nothing's gonna jump out at you. Not today."

[drowning_dog]

Ah, what a comfort there is to be derived from her casual--maybe whimsical presence! Doesn't seem to do much to relax him though. Still, if she's used to Party Poison, this level of agitation is probably mild by comparison. He clicks his tongue, edging carefully around a turn in the corridor. "Nah? Is that promise, Miss Thing?"

[electro_girl]

"Maybe," Miss Thing answers with a small shrug. "But you don't know me well enough to be taking me for my word." She goes without saying even if he did know her well enough, he probably shouldn't take her for her word.

[drowning_dog]

"Don't worry, pigeon, your word means, uh--no offense, but about jackall. To me. Right now." He does a bit of a second take at the device though, squinting at it. Is he broadcasting the same way she is? Fucking fuck. He begins to fiddle with the tablet... "How faraway, exactly, wouldja say?"

[electro_girl]

Smart boy. She holds up her hands. No offense taken.

"Pretty far. As far as luxury prison's go, it's pretty legit. Complete with the invisible barrier they totally lifted from a lame science fiction novel."

She looks at him, like no, she's not kidding.

[drowning_dog]

"Who totally lifted?" He demands quickly, scuttling into the nearest door he can find--stairwell. Well that's something. "How do you--am I broadcasting?"

[video]

[build]

Ariadne had been spending most of her time since her arrival quietly monitoring all the activity that appeared on the device - most of which appeared to be fairly non-eventful (except for that witch thing, which she hadn't even begun to understand). That was until she came across this man yelling to no one in particular.

"Who are you?" She asked, sounding more curious then anything as she looked into the tablet watching the man with a curiosity. Knowing full well she was as always taking a chance, just by talking to possible projections like she was. (But hey, if you want any answers you might as well start somewhere.)

[video]

[drowning_dog]

"Who wants to know?" He shoots back quickly. The question isn't aggressive, but hey--it's a legitimate inquiry.

[video]

[build]

Her brow went up at that, not fully sure just how to answer that. (does she give her actual name or not?) Unconsciously rubbing at the back of her neck, she quickly tries to think of just what to say to the question.

"Ariadne." She replied, looking slightly unsure as she did, only to add a second later with a bit more strength. "So who are you? "

[drowning_dog]

Huh. Pretty. "Just a shadow." His eyes skitter around the perimeter or the Sanctuary hallway. "Not doing well under these lights; how do I get out?"

[build]

A shadow? Rather ominous and could honestly mean many things given what she has been exposed to lately, and the look she is giving him to this, clearly has her looking more unsure then anything them.

"Out of Taxon? I don't honestly know - I still haven't figured it out myself." She stated, her brow furrowing slightly as she watched him, just looking for any sign of concern that she might find with this man.

"Where you from exactly?"

[drowning_dog]

"No--" His attention comes hard back down to his screen. "--outta this building. Look, you get me out and I give you ten questions. Deal?"