Seeing as she JUST got first time access to the room, they probs wouldn't let her go back in again
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@Denny It says in his bio that his throat was damaged in a car accident. Also I don't really see the issue with playing a mute character. Lots of a people are mute or have damaged vocal chords for various reasons; its a very common disability. That's like saying I shouldn't play a character who is in a wheelchair. It's kinda worrisome tbh
Anyways, I thought a couple people had mentioned being interested in being members in the same band as him, but if they no longer want to do that, I'll probably just back out. I really saw him as having actual bandmates, and NPCs just wouldn't be the same.
If other people do make his bandmates, then I'll reformat his bio. But I can't see doing so while note knowing if I'm going to stay.
Anyways, I thought a couple people had mentioned being interested in being members in the same band as him, but if they no longer want to do that, I'll probably just back out. I really saw him as having actual bandmates, and NPCs just wouldn't be the same.
If other people do make his bandmates, then I'll reformat his bio. But I can't see doing so while note knowing if I'm going to stay.
"It's worth a shot," Agreed one of the doctors at the table. "We've tried just about everything else."
The suited man at the head of the table seemed apprehensive about the idea. But, alas, they couldn't afford to brush it aside anymore. A person's life was on the line, and whatever scientific discoveries they held onto would likely die with them. He nodded.
"Fine. Rhylaen, you can suit up and go in. Everyone else, standby." He stood, collecting his notes, and walked across the room to open a door into what looked like a control room. There, a large, glass window looked into a medium sized, very brightly lit holding cell. Lights shined from every direction, eliminating almost all shadows and making those that did exist faint and weak. The only furniture in the room was a mattress on the floor with a lump of blankets. The alien couldn't be seen right away, but it was fair to assume that he was hidden under all of those quilts. And no wonder, those lights would make anyone uncomfortable.
The man rifled through some of the thermo suits they kept by the cell. With the alien's body temperature being so low, it wasn't out of the realm of imagination that he could use his own skin as a weapon against them. He found the smallest one, which would still swallow the small woman whole, and handed it to her.
"We'll be out here in case anything goes wrong." The others from the meeting room filed in to watch.
The suited man at the head of the table seemed apprehensive about the idea. But, alas, they couldn't afford to brush it aside anymore. A person's life was on the line, and whatever scientific discoveries they held onto would likely die with them. He nodded.
"Fine. Rhylaen, you can suit up and go in. Everyone else, standby." He stood, collecting his notes, and walked across the room to open a door into what looked like a control room. There, a large, glass window looked into a medium sized, very brightly lit holding cell. Lights shined from every direction, eliminating almost all shadows and making those that did exist faint and weak. The only furniture in the room was a mattress on the floor with a lump of blankets. The alien couldn't be seen right away, but it was fair to assume that he was hidden under all of those quilts. And no wonder, those lights would make anyone uncomfortable.
The man rifled through some of the thermo suits they kept by the cell. With the alien's body temperature being so low, it wasn't out of the realm of imagination that he could use his own skin as a weapon against them. He found the smallest one, which would still swallow the small woman whole, and handed it to her.
"We'll be out here in case anything goes wrong." The others from the meeting room filed in to watch.
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December 12th, 2018
1400 hours
Horizon Center of Meta-human Sciences
"Data compiled on our latest subject, case 243, unknown extraterrestrial," A suited man sat at the head of a small table, seated around six other professionals. Some were doctors, scientists, special agents, and even superheroes. They had all been given assignments in this latest mind control case, most of which had been easy enough to work through. The meta-humans involved were cooperative for the most part, and had their own best interest in mind. But the case of 243 refused to be solved. For one, this creature wasn't a meta-human. It wasn't human. And while certainly not evil, the subject was hostile out of fear alone. The agents could sympathize with it, but what could they do?
"The alien's health has been declining over the last few days. It eats less, drinks less, is lethargic, and has been showing irregular body temperature patterns. Earlier this month, we theorized that the subject's sudden and drastic fluctuations in body temperature was a defense mechanism. It's body seems to rest at around 0 degrees Fahrenheit, and has been recorded as high as 32. However, when an agent enters the holding cell, that temperature suddenly drops. The lowest recording was -109. We don't know yet if this reaction is self controlled or involuntary. However, over the past few days, the subject's temperature has hung around 29 to 30, which is unusual as far as we can tell. It's been showing signs of exhaustion and stress, and, yesterday, this was recorded."
The suited man leaned forward and hit 'play' on the media player on his laptop. It played the sound of a pitiful whimpering; the unmistakable sounds of crying. It was chillingly human, for something that looked anything but. When it was clear that the patrons around the table were unsettled, the man hit pause.
"We believe it won't last but a week, maybe two at this rate," One of the doctors said, breaking the thick silence. "Something has to be done to get through to the alien, or we're going to lose it."
"Well what can we do?" Asked a woman from across the table. "He...it doesn't want anything to do with us."
"Maybe we can train it on a reward system," One man said, "Take away it's comfort items when it does bad, and give them back when it does good."
"It's not a dog, Steve. Jesus Christ, we're talking about a sentient being here."
"What if we just let it go? I mean, we've established that it's not malicious. It just wants to be left alone."
"Yeah, until it calls it's buddies and they invade our ass. This could start a intergalactic war if we aren't careful."
The man leading the meeting turned to two women who sat closer to him. "Agent Day, Rhylaen, you two have been working the closest with this case. How do you think we should proceed?"
1400 hours
Horizon Center of Meta-human Sciences
"Data compiled on our latest subject, case 243, unknown extraterrestrial," A suited man sat at the head of a small table, seated around six other professionals. Some were doctors, scientists, special agents, and even superheroes. They had all been given assignments in this latest mind control case, most of which had been easy enough to work through. The meta-humans involved were cooperative for the most part, and had their own best interest in mind. But the case of 243 refused to be solved. For one, this creature wasn't a meta-human. It wasn't human. And while certainly not evil, the subject was hostile out of fear alone. The agents could sympathize with it, but what could they do?
"The alien's health has been declining over the last few days. It eats less, drinks less, is lethargic, and has been showing irregular body temperature patterns. Earlier this month, we theorized that the subject's sudden and drastic fluctuations in body temperature was a defense mechanism. It's body seems to rest at around 0 degrees Fahrenheit, and has been recorded as high as 32. However, when an agent enters the holding cell, that temperature suddenly drops. The lowest recording was -109. We don't know yet if this reaction is self controlled or involuntary. However, over the past few days, the subject's temperature has hung around 29 to 30, which is unusual as far as we can tell. It's been showing signs of exhaustion and stress, and, yesterday, this was recorded."
The suited man leaned forward and hit 'play' on the media player on his laptop. It played the sound of a pitiful whimpering; the unmistakable sounds of crying. It was chillingly human, for something that looked anything but. When it was clear that the patrons around the table were unsettled, the man hit pause.
"We believe it won't last but a week, maybe two at this rate," One of the doctors said, breaking the thick silence. "Something has to be done to get through to the alien, or we're going to lose it."
"Well what can we do?" Asked a woman from across the table. "He...it doesn't want anything to do with us."
"Maybe we can train it on a reward system," One man said, "Take away it's comfort items when it does bad, and give them back when it does good."
"It's not a dog, Steve. Jesus Christ, we're talking about a sentient being here."
"What if we just let it go? I mean, we've established that it's not malicious. It just wants to be left alone."
"Yeah, until it calls it's buddies and they invade our ass. This could start a intergalactic war if we aren't careful."
The man leading the meeting turned to two women who sat closer to him. "Agent Day, Rhylaen, you two have been working the closest with this case. How do you think we should proceed?"
Coolio! Looks like we'll just be a trio for now. I'll post my starter soon and we can get rolling.
Ok cool :D
Still working on it, Hero?
There's a spot open for another reformee if anyone is interested.
Nah. Just do what you want
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