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mod journal for 62 ([personal profile] judgejudy) wrote2016-10-25 08:36 pm

night seven - kill log

Who: Killers and Veronica Santangelo
When: The seventh night
Where: The operating theatre

[ No matter what you may have been doing, the deep sleep of the enforced curfew will eventually overtake you at 2AM. It's not clear just how much time has passed, but when you wake, you're certainly not in your room. You're in a room that you've never seen from the other side, and the drowsiness of whatever keeps you asleep is still making you sluggish as it fades away. The only thing familiar here is that about half a landing up, you'll see an overhead door that might be familiar.

However, this might not be as important as how Judy's voice suddenly speaks up. ]


All of the arrangements have been made, and databanks are recording. You may begin, science team. You'll find your requested tool next to the subject.

[ A tool? If you look around for what that might mean, it might be obvious.

On a surgical tray right next to you, you'll see a battle axe. ]
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[personal profile] onepunchgirl 2016-10-26 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Well, the last thing Veronica can recall was being out in the hall...wondering why she had been given such a strange item. She didn't want to do anything with it, but in her grogginess she doesn't feel it on her hand. Well that's shitty.

Judy's voice cuts through the haze, the word "science team" making her wary. Scientists are normally good people. Before she came here, she had been following the word of the Followers of the Apocalypse. Scientists and doctors, coming to the aid of others. Spreading good around the Mojave. Yet all she could feel was a sense of dread, as she's in a room with no idea where she is.

Still in her tired state, she knows this can only mean trouble. She takes a deep breath and prepares herself for whoever may appear. And when she sees the axe she makes a grab for it -- though her strength isn't quite what it normally is.
]

Giving me some kind of drug to slow me down is pretty fucking cheap. [She shouts out to the room, unsure who is even around.] Can't fight me on even ground, assholes?