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Incarceron: A Sci-Fi Intergalactic Imprisonment

very nice first post :)

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I dun wanna search. What is it?

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Gonzo...you suggested a drug?

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I was totally going to suggest Felicity Smoak from Arrow...but Emma Stone works. Actually...they look a lot alike lol

Felicity

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long collab is long, sorry lol

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[PART 2 Collaboration]

"Good morning, I am Detective Roman of block D17 and I see you have met my extremely dense toaster friend here... I’m just here to ask you a couple very simple questions and if you answer them truthfully and honestly, than i promise I won’t throw you out the very same window you tried to run from me out of."

Deon didn't look pleased. He realized right away he had been cuffed to the chair, not like his body was in peak physical condition to try and run again anyway. He kept his golden eyes off of Jack, staring at a few select places on the ceiling, seeming to ignore the detective.

Jack snapped his fingers above his head where Deon kept staring. "Hey buddy you have the right to remain silent... but i really wouldn’t suggest it." Jack leaned back in his chair and took another sip from the glass next to him. "in about.... oh say fifteen minutes a cruiser is going to come and pick you up as the main suspect for a murder, and based on the evidence we already have on you... well I think you should start by spilling your guts."

Deon was silent for a while, ignoring the snapping fingers and words coming out of the man. Then he slowly and lazily looked over to Jack, seeming to glare a bit as he kept his chin up high, 'looking down' on Jack. He moved his tongue around not so subtly in his mouth, and then spat a good amount of blood at Jack.

"I don't know that the fuck you're talking about." He said slowly. "Besides, I ain't saying shit till I get a lawyer." He stared Jack down, looking at him as a predator would stare down his competition.

"KATIE!" Deon then yelled out suddenly, trying to reach his cousin, but there was no answer. "You cunt! I know you can hear me. I need your lawyer, this jack-ass think he's got me for something. KATIE!"

Jack didn’t flinch as a wad of blood smacked his face square in the mouth. He gently rubbed the blood off with his coat and got up out of his seat and walked toward Deon. As soon as he called Kate a cunt he took his hand and picked Deon up by his mouth chair and all and pinned him against the wall. "LOOK YOU INSIGNIFICANT PRICK! your Katie is going to jail for just as long as you for aiding and abetting a criminal and tampering with evidence. ALL BECAUSE YOU COULDNT KEEP YOUR DRUGGED UP DICK IN YOUR PANTS and threw away the trash afterwards." Jack got the holofile out of his pocket and pulled up the Red ladies picture. "YOU FORGOT TO RECYCLE MOTHERFUCKER." He screamed before dropping Deon back onto the chair legs.

Deon's eyes widened a bit at being picked up like a rag-doll, but he made no effort to escape. As soon as he was dropped back down on the chair, he started laughing.

"Look asshole, I ain’t ever seen that bitch before, so I'll ask you again to fuck off and get my shit-headed cousin's lawyer for me so I can see you get sued for harassment." Deon was quiet for a minute, still studying the man in front of him, and then let out another laugh. "Look at you, you call yourself a cop? You filthy aug. Bet you can't even beat it anymore without fear of ripping it off huh? I bet you're one of those cops that spends all your bonus money on hookers to do it for you..."

Jack just stared in disbelief at this guy. "You got balls kid ill give you that. so much balls that you left their sauce all over the body like you forgot to aim." Jack sat back down near Deon and lowered his voice. The direct approach wasn’t working. "Look at Kate for a moment, just look. you mean to tell me that you can live the rest of your life in a Jail cell with her thinking you’re a murderer? She obviously cares for you since she decided to hide you in her bedroom. She believes you didn’t do it, but once all the evidence hits the courtroom... it’ll be hard to ignore." Jack leaned in forward and whispered to Deon. "All I need is an explanation kid..."

Deon just shrugged, seeming completely unphased by the fact that Jack had just admitted to having his own bodily fluids at on the girl as evidence.

"I fuck a lot of girls, probably more than you have ever even thought about. So what? Am I supposed to keep a book and remember everyone I bone?" He shook his head, a rather amused smirk on his face. "Kate? That bitch probably already thinks I killed someone, and it's not like she hid me. I live here too asshole. Not exactly brain science to find me, but if you want to think that you were smart enough to think to look for a 'hider' in his own home, then good for you buddy. Two gold stars."

Jack leaned back again. He was running out of options, this guy was like a lead egg. No matter how much it boils down, it just won’t crack. Jacks eyes widened as something he said came to his attention. Standing up and walking around the table. He took his holopad out and pretending like he was reading it. "You say you fuck a lot of girls right? Well if I read correctly here that you were with another girl that night as well." Jack quickly tried to remember the names Mr. Stone gave him before he killed them all. It wasn’t like he could go back and ask him. "I believe a Miss Vander was with you that night as well. She’s at the station right now spilling her guts out. What do you think she'll be saying to Officer Roberts? Will she be your savior? Or the nail in your coffin?"

Deon tried to lunge forward to slam his fist on the table, but the as his wrists were cuffed to the chair all he could do was jerk the chair a bit.

"YOU ASSHOLE! DID YOU NOT JUST HEAR WHAT I SAID?" He shouted, getting angry. "I don't keep a record of every girl I'm with. I know that might be hard for you to understand, so let me put it in simpler words. I dunno who dat is." He said the last sentence as if speaking like a mentally challenged person. "If she's saying anything it will probably be about how great in the sack I am, hell if I know. I worked last night, hooked up with a bunch of chicks I'm sure, I always do. Not exactly 'strange behavior' for a mid-town celebrity."

Jack paced back and forth getting overly agitated with this guy, constantly looking up at the clock wondering when this damn cruiser is coming. Jack walked into the other room to where Kate was sulking. "I’m sorry I tried to get something out of him that could possibly help, but from the looks of it you would need a friggin miracle. " Just than his radio sprang to life. "D17 to PD7, all leads on the Red Lady case has been suspended. i repeat all leads on the Red Lady case has been suspended. Sorry Jack but we have a Handymans special order from the higher ups." Jacks jaw dropped and his eyes widened as he stared at Kate in disbelief. "Some rich prick just answered your prayers Kate...."

"You done fucking my ass cop?" Deon yelled as Jack walked away.

Kate meanwhile had Sektor back up and running, though he was in a bit of a 'sleep state' as she had just a few more minor adjustments to make. Looking up from her work when Jack came into the living room, she stopped her work on crossing a few wires and gave Jack a rather horrified looking expression. She was going to jail no matter what it seemed...and it was enough to bring a slight sheen of mist to her bright green eyes. She couldn't blame Jack though, not for this. It was her fault for putting too much faith in her cousin. She closed her eyes hard, about ready to accept the fact that her life was over before his radio came to life again. But before she even had time to react to the bitter-sweet news before the lights in the entire house began to flicker. Sparks emitted from Sektor's 'body' and then the whole house went dark, save for the natural light coming in from the windows.

"SHIT! NO! NO NO NO NO!" Kate flew from her work station back to her laptop where she began pounding in a series of commands, trying verbal commands at the same time. For a split second, she had that silver lining, that she wasn't going to jail, that she still had time to finish the update before the deadline tonight. But now...her entire work she had created last night was gone. The lights slowly came back on as the power surge took its course, and Kate buried her head in her hands, collapsing down onto the couch in a fit of soft sobs.

The lights went dark and a nervous Kate started darting back and forth across the room only to end up face first into a couch pillow. Jack watched as an all too familiar face appeared in front of him. flashbacks mixed with reality as two women sat on the couch in front of him. one crying in her hands, the other staring right at him with eyes as clear as glass. Both muttering the same thing "why? no no no why?" the voices echoed in his head. Jack stood there like he did previously, scared at the sight before him he didn’t know what to do. Rubbing the temples on head one of the figures disappeared and all that sat there was Kate. Jack snapped out of it and walked over to her. He placed a hand on her shoulder as he slowly sat next to her. "Shh shh, dont worry... everything will be okay I promise. I won’t let anything ever happen to you Michelle." Jack whispered with his eyes closed, keeping a tight hold around Kate.

The power surge had shook Sektor awake. Electricity crackled around its frame as lights about its platform lit up. The flashlight like photoreceptor on its head lighting up very dimly. Sektor began rising, lifting itself to a crouched position. It clicked loudly, eventually standing once more.

"No!" Kate sobbed out, immediately standing up the moment she felt his prosthetic hand on her shoulder. She crossed her arms over her chest, keeping her back to him as she continued to babble on. "No it won't be okay. I'm going to jail! All my work is gone, hours and hours of work just...just..." She slowly turned to face him once again, wet tears streaming down her soft cheeks. "Who's Michelle?"

Jacks eyes darted back and forth nervously, getting back up off the couch and continued to pace back and forth. "well... what do you need to complete your work?" He said avoiding the question. "I’m no help in the Tech department but i may know someone who could help.... she’s pretty good, after all she did make these." Jack said stretching out his hands in a Frankensteinish manor.

"Unit identification number: 0.18462958. Designation: SEKTOR. Prime directive: protect and guard...Kate." It said the last word in a curious manner. Using the shortened form of its maker's name. Sektor looked at her and Jack slowly. "You are in duress." It observed simply, approaching awkwardly. "This platform's archived data of 'Interstellar Attraction' gives this unit knowledge of how to interact with the...opposite sex? Does this unit classify as a male?" Sektor looked down between its legs. "Negative; no penile or vaginal organ detected." Flaps on the robot's head furrowed, as if very confused. "There were tamperings within the inner computer systems of this mobile platform. Were manual updates issued?" It asked, looking at Kate.

She just shook her head, keeping her arms tightly folded to her chest as if that would bring some sort of comfort. "No offense to your friend, but I'm pretty sure I'm better." She said rather quickly and then shut her eyes tight once more. "I somehow managed to piss off the Academy of Science's leader at the convention last night. That’s where you saw me coming out from last night. Are you familiar with the X-95.3?" She asked looking back to him, but then shook her head realizing that he didn't speak 'science' like she did. "I mean...the new toaster model? There have been a lot of accident reports lately, and the A of S wanted to demolish the entire project, but I opened my big trap and brought up the idea of a system update. I have until 8 pm tonight to have it ready, or they're throwing me in jail." She sighed. "Looks like you'll be at least getting one person to go back to the precinct with you." She tried to make it into a joke and laugh, but it came out as a soft sob instead. "I was so close..."

Jack crossed his arms in a manner mocking Kates. "you greatly underestimate her, shes honestly a miracle worker... c’mon honestly what have you got to lose?" Jack winced at the bad choice of words. "Look... you already had one miracle today, who’s to say that you can’t get another?" Jack said tapping his radio in remembrance of what was just reported shortly beforehand. "Just think about it... meanwhile, i got a buddy higher up the food chain. Something tells me he won’t hear about the arrest until at least 12."

Without waiting for an answer, Sektor began walking around curiously, apparently inexperienced when it came to manual reactivation. It looked towards the two of them again. "Kate. This platform has reached consensus. Statistics confirm this platform can take you to...dinner for emotional homeostasis." Suddenly, without saying anymore, Sektor sat down on the couch, pondering its own words. "Vocal emitter is damaged. Internal computer systems cannot reach consensus onto what is being said. Solution: A repair of the vocal module is necessary to ensure this platform is working at complete efficiency." Sektor lowered its head, acting almost...humanly confused and discombobulated.

"I don't think God works that way..." Kate responded to Jack on the subject of miracles. Finally approaching the babbling robot, she quickly examined the exposed pressure panel she had been working on prior to the power surge to check to make sure everything was still intact.

"You'll be fine, just relax while you reboot." She said carefully patting him on the top of his head like one would to a dog. Had she been in a better mood, she might have laughed at his proposition of taking her out to dinner, but her heart just wasn't in it. Looking back to Jack with almost pleading eyes, she finally nodded once simply. "Okay, okay I'll meet your friends." His previous word choice was harsh, but he was right. What did she have to lose?

Jack gave a smile as wide as his face. "Great! you won’t be disappointed." Jack said as he pulled the handcuff keys out of his pocket. "Well I guess I need to cut your other half loose." Jack spun the tiny key ring around his finger. Passing by an awkward acting toaster... well as awkward a robot can act honestly, he couldn’t help but wonder why they called a "Handymans special" on the case. Jack wanted the murder found and he thought he had him, but Deon was nothing special and Jack was sure as hell he didn’t have those kind of connections... so why the toss out? Jacks mind wandered as he entered the kitchen only to see an empty chair and some bloody handcuffs. "KATE WE HAVE A BIG FUCKING PROBLEM!" Jacks eyes grew wide as he realized he never told Deon that the case was dropped... even worse he lied and gave a name of a "witness" that supposedly ratted on him. "Oh shit this is not fucking good at all!". Jack whipped out his radio and called out an APB on a Deon Saunders and a woman named Vander. He had nothing else except the name and now she is probably being hunted. "Fuuuck meee." Jack muttered.

"Suspect was injured." Sektor said, looking up at Jack. "He could not have moved far. Biological scan confirms lung damage. This unit can find him." Sektor said, standing shakily. Offering a few sideways glances to Kate. Almost too many glances. "This platform is still attempting to adjust to reboot, complete core faculties have not been fully rewired." It looked at Kate once more. "This unit's offer still stands. The tradition of devouring edible consumables is universally practiced by all organics. Some consider it a...romantic gesture. Romance, however, is inefficient. Interstellar Attraction confirms this." Sektor stated.

Kate rushed into the kitchen, thinking that Deon had died or something gauging his reaction. Though only seeing an empty chair, she just sighed.

"Don't..." She said putting a hand on his arm to lower it from speaking into his radio. "I have his number, I can just call him and tell him the case has been dropped. He'll believe me." She said sincerely and then retracted her hand. She then turned her attention back to Sektor. "That’s sweet, but I'm not too hungry. Did you want to stay here and restart your functions? You can watch your shows." She offered, not particularly liking the idea of taking a disorientated robot around town with her to meet Jack's friends.

Jack let go of the button on the radio as kate motioned that she would call him first. "that still doesnt squash the fact that he may be searching out the girl named Vander. Now im not sure if Deon actually murdered that woman but im sure as hell making sure i dont cause another one." Jack put the radio down and created a public notice on the his holopad stating to place a system check on any female age 18-30 named Vander within the city limits for the next 24 hours. He was positive there couldnt be many women named Vander so hopefully he will get something.

"Deon may talk tough, but he's a moron. The only thing he's out doing right now is getting more drugs, I'm certain." She shrugged, but made no more effort to stop him.

"Thats sweet, but I'm not too hungry. Did you want to stay here and restart your functions? You can watch your shows." Kate had offered Sektor. "Negative. This unit is working at 78% systems capacity. Not optimum, but effective. This platform must remain with Katherine Saunders at all time. Must obey the prime directive." Sektor stated. "This unit offers the organic form of apologies for previous misbehavior. Manual reboot halted certain functions. This unit is reasserting itself."

Sektor looked at both Kate and Jack. "Memory archives confirm sexual arousal between both Ka-," it stuttered for a moment, "-therine Saunders and Detective Jack Roman." Its photoreceptor then glanced downwards. "Now is not the case. Inconclusive, should you both have wished to mate, it would have already been done. Statistics suggest Detective Jack Roman may be suffering from erectile dysfunction." It looked directly at Jack. "Is your mobile platform working at 100% efficiency?" It asked curiously.

Kate let out a hissing sound, trying to put her hand over where Sektor's 'mouth' would be and then wanted to slap herself for realizing he didn't have one. "SEKTOR!" She hissed out again. "STOP READING OUR INTERNAL DATABASE!"

Jack watched Sektor as he accused him for lack of "efficiency" and Jacks face grew beet red. Pulling out his pistol and aiming at the toasters head. "Remember what I said yesterday toaster?" Kate jumped in and Jack aimed at the holovision instead. "Next time I’m taping over your precious soaps you goddamned tea kettle! Consider yourself demoted!" He said with an agitated look. instinctively fixing his pants. "Quit checking my platform you damn creepy robot!". He said once more before attempting to calm down. Damn thing knew how to agitate him that’s for sure.

As Jack pulled out his pistol and aimed at Sektor, the robots only reaction was for its photoreceptor to flicker once as if 'blinking'. "Combat programs were unaffected. Weapon is inefficient, standard grade among law enforcement. You will cause no damage to this platform." It turned its head sharply when Jack aimed at the holovision. "Subject displays insecurity. Consensus not reached. The statistical chance of Detective Jack Roman shooting the holovision is only at an estimated 33%." Sektor, however, did stop. "The suspect we seek must not be far. Statistics suggest she is close after examining evidence via Extranet search. Consensus has not been reached. This platform does not know where to go." However, Sektors vocal/thought process was stopped as it noticed a book on Kate's desk. It was...different, it caught Sektor's attention. The robot slowly walked over and picked up the book, looking at it curiously. "Identification: Christian Bible, holy book. This unit must study the data." Sektor stated, sounding almost confused as its internal computers would not understand such a command issued. Sektor stood there, staring at it intently, not looking away.

Sektor moved over and sat on the couch once more, opening and reading the book. A box appeared in its HUD [COMMAND NOT UNDERSTOOD. ERROR DOES NOT COINCIDE WITH DIRECTIVE.] Suddenly the box flickered and disappeared. Sektor looked disturbed, seeming to 'shake' - what was happening. This went against every directive or programming Sektor was built with. Sektor could only sit there, motionless.

Kate's weary eyes shifted from Jack to her new robot, her eyebrow quirked but she eventually just shook her head. Noticing the distraction on the robot, she tapped Jack's shoulder and led him out of her home. If they were ever going to leave, now would be a good time while Sektor was distracted. She had very little time to waste.

Incarceron: A Sci-Fi Intergalactic Imprisonment

Currently she's in the main area where everyone has access to. The people in Class C are restricted to cells for most parts of the day, but are released out into the main area if they so wish. Think of it as a mini city

Marvel Comics: Sentinel Initiative

A few hours earlier...

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"Dancing. Do you?"

"That depends..." Neena said, grabbing the bottle of Everclear and took a few swigs before putting the bottle down, her smirk widened as she had just 'passed' Tony in their beverage consumption. Rather than sliding across the bar like Tony had, however, she chose to just walk through the bar-tender's swinging door and approached him once more. "...if you can keep up." Her tattooed eye winked at him, and she outstretched her hand to grab Tony's, fumbling a bit before heading to the rather secluded dance floor.

"I invented dancing...at least...I think that was me." Tony grinned in response to her question, a brief moment of genuine contemplation crossing his features as his memory searched through all his various inventions. Giving up, he allowed himself to be led by the woman, snaking through the tables, booths and those simply standing, pausing to wave at a couple of strangers who looked rather confused at his actions, before fumbling with the device on his wrist, setting up a playlist for their own trip to the dance floor.

The electronica/bass mix had set the dancefloor rather much alive, the light show set to match kicking in as soon as they both arrived. It hadn't entirely just been set up in the moment, Tony had already made the arrangements to switch the style of music at certain times, he'd just pre-empted the change somewhat. Once they arrived, he 'spun' her back to him, still smirking.

"I seem to have a lack of things to break...But you haven't seen me dance, so evidently I can still impress you with that alone."

Being spun back into the arms of Tony Stark, she couldn't help but to look up at him (nearly a head taller than she was) and gave him a half sincere, half-intoxicated smile.

"My, my Mister Stark, is there anything you can't do?" She teased, trying to do her best impression of some stuck up rich southern girl, which she was sure that Tony knew all about in one way or another. Dropping the accent though, she kept her ever-so-famous smirk on her lips.

"Maybe...but give me a day and I'll invent something to do it for me," He laughed slightly in response, the accent mimicing a long line of people he'd had the pleasure/pain of meeting, even if it wasn't particularly convincing, what with the influence of the drink. With that, his body started to move along to the beat, the music seeming to move him to action, even if it was nothing too drastic.

She leaned up, practically on her tip-toes to whisper into his ear.

"I've got my own bag of tricks Mister Stark. Just you wait and see." She purred before returning flat onto her feet once more.

"I'm an impatient man, I'm sure I'll unveil them in no time," His grin extended slightly, even if it was as much a joke as simply flirting, having to keep close to her to be sure of hearing with the music made it that much more intimate, even as he started to dance.

Neena's hips began to sway with the beat of the music, and frankly, that's all she had to move for it to be considered the right kind of 'dance' for the style of music playing.
"Hmm...impatience. I wouldn't brag about that particular trait when trying to seduce a woman."

"Who said anything about 'trying,' that's something I've never had to invent anything for." Impatience was indeed the wrong term with Tony, more like attention span, but that would have probably been an even worse aspect to mention. His hands moved to her hips as they began to sway, allowing them to move freely, while holding her to him. He extended his neck back to its usual height as he finished speaking, having stooped slightly to whisper to her, the press of bodies on the dancefloor becoming rather closer, even if reputation alone allowed them a little more space than most.

"Not yet anyway..." Neena challenged as her arms draped up and around Tony's neck loosly as she felt his hands on her hips. But hell, who was she kidding? Tony had her right where he wanted her, and it had been that way since she had arrived here in Cuba...and the clouded thought process of her brain cells dying slowly one by one from the alcohol wasn't helping too much either. But she wasn't about to outright admit that, not now, not ever.

She had her fair share of seducing men; Logan for one which proved to be a lot easier than she had initially thought. This was all a game for her, much like the drinking 'contest' she had made up in her head. There always had to be a way to one-up someone, but keeping her composure around Tony...forcing herself to not break before he did...was becoming harder and harder with each passing second, and the slight tremble in her body being pushed up so close to his was probably a dead give-away.

At the quiver of her body. Tony's hands moved, one moving only slightly, his fingers gently pressed to her rear, while the other slid up her back, teasing, but not actually tampering with, the bindings of her corset, even as he inturn, responded, hauling her up momentarily, rather than bending his neck, "No, not yet."
His hand at her back, momentarily stopping its movement across her, moved to press another song on the controller attached to his wrist, a moment later, bad touch began to play.

Bringing out both a smirk, and a laugh from the billionaire, followed by a momentary squeeze of her ass, that had previously only been lightly held, as he started to mouth the amusing, if ridiculously sexual, lyrics.

Neena had to crane her neck up to look at the speakers that were fastned to the raftors of the roof, as if in complete denial that this song was actually playing, that her poor drunken brain was playing tricks on her, but when Tony's hand seemed to respond to the context of the music, she looked back at him and let out a laugh as well, laughing with him for a moment. Again, she pushed herself to her tip-toes, all the while still moving her hips to the new beat of the new song, more or less grinding into Tony teasingly before her teeth playfully nipped at his earlobe, before whispering,

"So what kind of suite does the playboy billionaire have in this joint?"

"Well...I actually don't know...I just told them to give me the best one...haven't actually seen it." He mused after she asked, his hand brushing over her rear as it instead moved to stroke his chin, as if in contemplation of a great philosophical matter.

"I'll have to investigate that sharpishly."

"You might need protection on this dangerous mission, and it just so happens that I'm packing. So no...I'm not just happy to see you." She giggled slightly.

"Oh, but I think you are...none the less." He grinned, before looking around, as if searching for someone on the dancefloor, before returning his eyes to her, his hands back on her hips as he moved, if not radically, to the music.

"No other Avengers present...high risk... but the prize." Tony enjoyed his own private reference, even if it worked as simply more flirtation in its own right. He didn't exactly drag her off the floor, not that she needed much insistence, but his hand at her hip helped to move her along beside him, somewhat accounting for the influence of alcohol on her reactions, even if his own were not any deal better.

By the time they reached the lobby, there was a fairly large line leading up to the elevators, for a moment Tony contemplated the stairs, but having barely made it up the small number out of the bar, he instead chose another approach.

"Excuse me ladies and gentlemen, I am Tony Stark...official...Avenger business, much emergency, so wow, please...I must hurry." Walking, fairly abruptly through the line, parting, out of a mix of shock, awe, and a few idiots actually believing him, he saluted them all as the doors closed, leaving the pair of them in the affluent gold and mirror surroundings of the lift.

"I think this is the nicest of all my elevators."

As soon as the elevator doors closed on the rather shocked group, Neena let out another laugh.

"Why do I get the feeling that this isn't the first time you've abused your Avengers power?" She asked, moving to the side of the elevator and leaned back on the golden rail that extended all around the mid section of the elevator, the gun on her right hip clicking against the metal a few times before she found a comfortable position as the elevator made it's way up. Was the elevator spinning? It wouldn't have surprised her, though Tony had only owned the hotel for just a few hours she wouldn't have put it past him to come up with spinning elevators somehow.

She held her head for a second, raking her nimble fingers through her mess of black hair trying to keep her feet from falling up underneath her. Then it seemed that just as soon as the doors had closed, they had opened once more, letting them exit to the floor where Tony's supposed room was. She moved herself back by his side, putting an arm around him a bit and let her own hand wander down to squeeze his ass teasingly as they continued down the hallway.

Thankfully the suite was accessed by keycard, so Tony could avoid fumbling with any sort keys, particularly as her rather insistent attentions were rather distracting, which earned her a false 'stern look,' before he opened the suite up to them. If the rest of the hotel had been unneccesary, then the level of decor in the suite was to the point of absurdity. Even Tony Stark's eyes were drawn by the chandelier hanging in the 'living room' of the suite. His eyes were drawn to the bar area at the far end of it, past the loungers and fire place, although he restrained from searching it. What did draw his eye, was, past the stairs leading to a grand table, and then past that the bedroom, was a deactivated device.

Moving towards it, and with some difficulty up the stairs, Tony looked at it for a moment, before finding what was most definitly the start button. Then, unlike normal, he had to try a few more before it actually worked, a stream of chocolate suddenly arising from the fountain. A childish smile spread across his face, before context caught up with him, and he turned and grined at Neena.

"You know...you could always do with a little sweetening up."

Unfortunately, Neena's poor brain was unable to even comprehend the beauty and detail of the room. Instead, she saw a bar, a fire place, and then...having followed Tony with her eyes, the chocolate fountain. Her eyebrow quirked a bit as she crossed her arms across her chest, resting lightly just below her breasts.

"I didn't take you for the down-and-dirty type Tony. Looks like I've been proven wrong on plenty of occasions this evening...and I will deny I ever said that." She smirked as she walked over to meet him by the fountain. She noticed that beside the chocolate fountain, a few trays of fresh fruit had been laid out with an array of different types of toothpicks. She fumbled to grab one of them, her perception completely altered from the alcohol but finally managed to stab a strawberry, and then raised it to her lips without bothering with the chocolate. She locked eyes with Tony once more, and then popped the whole thing into her mouth rather slowly before pulling the toothpick out between her lips and gave him an 'innocent' wink.

"We have all these fancy showers in this place...gotta give them a challenge." He smirked as he approached her, post-strawberry bite, his eyes locked with hers, despite the slight drunken haze. There was little in the way of space between them, but it was close to nothing by the presence of his hands on her hips, pressing into her more so than before, a more hushed tone escaping his lips.

"I'm in the business of proving people wrong...sometimes they even enjoy it too." In the next moment his lips met hers, in a spur of the moment thing he hadn't even planned when he'd started talking, this time his hand at her back really did begin to mess with the bindings of her corset, even if he didn't even try to fathom the whole of it in his state of mind. It was a number of long moments before he pulled away.

"Talking of hot, running water, jacuzzi?"

Being forced to swallow her words of response as Tony's lips pressed firmly against hers, she let her body loosen up, unwrapping her crossed arms around her chest to loop around Tony's neck once more and kissed him back, feeling her torso pushing into him more and more as the moments seemed to drift on. A slight muffled sound of disappointment came from her throat, however, when Tony pulled away...however she was grateful to be able to have the chance to breath. She fiddled with the buttons on his white suit jacket (now with the black spot on it), staring up at him as her fingers undid them one by one.

"I'm afraid that it might get a little too steamy in here for you to handle." She mused before abruptly walking away from their close and intimate encounter in an effort to find the bathroom in this mansion of a suite. Her instincts told her bathroom, but finding the bathroom was a trick in it's own.

Finally finding the bloody thing, Neena sat herself down on the edge of the jacuzzi, pressing a few buttons to get the water hot and rolling before adjusting herself slightly on the edge of the jacuzzi so that she was able to slip off her leather pants, belt of guns and ammunition, and black heeled shoes, revealing thin black nylons that ran up to just above her knees, clasped with an even thinner string that connected to her black boy-shorts underwear. Like hell she was going to get her leather wet.

Watching Neena undress with his signature grin, finally shedding the suit and shirt which she had already undone. He paused for a moment to admire her form, the curve of her rear not quite fully covered by the sensual display. Just as she straightened up, fully out of her leathers, Stark chose the moment to strike. A slight laugh from the billionaire pre-empted him slightly, as he shoved her into the bubbling water, still underwear clad. His own laughter was cut short however, as the combination of his momentum and intoxication caused him to fall in after her, unlike his female companion, not completely rid of his outer clothing, leather belt, trousers and all.
He returned spluttering to the surface a moment later, although he still continued to laugh, having succesfully got the jump on her, even if he'd 'suffered' for it.

Neena let out a gasp of surprise, only to be greeted by the quick-approaching hot water forcing her mouth closed to keep from choking. She surfaced, to just see the very end of Tony's nice dress shoes fall into the jacuzzi only to have him surface just moments later. It was her turn to pounce, however, and she quickly had his back up against the wall of the tub, her own legs wrapping themselves around his sides a bit as she was now practically sitting on his lap, facing him.

"You're a dick." She said light-heartedly, her black lips then going to the hollow of his neck, assaulting the exposed flesh with a series of soft kisses up until she reached his jawline where she then met her lips with his once more.

"Oh...you're not the first to think so." He managed before their lips met again, the hot, and scented, bubbled water of the jacuzzi lapping around them, the uncomfortable feeling of the full lower half of his outfit in hot water forgotten to the press and feel of her form and lips. His hands roamed over her, tugging at times, on what little clothing she had left, before finally breaking their kiss, even if his face remained mere inches from her's.

"I told you I didn't try, wrong again," The smirk spread across his lips, before those same lips worked their way down her neck, becoming increasingly sensual as they moved 'south.'

"Again, I will never admit it." She smirked, feeling her neck tilt back more and more as Tony's lips took their turn on her neck, unvoluntarily letting out a series of soft exhales through her nose. Her hands did some wandering of her own as she felt the muscles in his chest, then down to his torso until she found the hem of his suit pants where her fingers danced teasingly.

"Glad I'm not paying the drycleaning bill." She said, finding her fingers unfastening the button that kept the air-filled pants from practically being able to float away in the water.

Incarceron: A Sci-Fi Intergalactic Imprisonment

IC is up. You'll notice its the same from the introduction post. Well...I did that on purpose lol

Incarceron: A Sci-Fi Intergalactic Imprisonment

Black. Pitch Black. Tani tried looking around her surroundings but not even the smallest glimmer of light nor reflection could be seen. Her body was currently on the floor with her wrists tied together behind her back and her ankles bound together as well. She rolled herself off of her back and onto her stomach where she tried to inch forward, but her forehead was immediately greeted with a cold, metal wall. She stretched out her feet a bit and they too met with another wall. She was trapped, and alone. She would have tried to scream if it hadn’t been for the collar restricted around her throat, allowing just enough air to pass through her lungs without passing out, but not enough to make any sounds. She wormed her body around until she was in an awkward sitting position, her back resting against the cool metal and closed her eyes. It had all happened so fast…

There was a sound of scraping metal and suddenly a stream of light entered the confined space, blinding Tani for a good while. She shut her eyes tightly to prevent any damage to her eyes and heard a couple pairs of footsteps clanging on the metal floor. Suddenly a pair of hands grabbed at her harshly, forcing her to her feet and then pushed her out towards the light. Tripping over her own feet, as they were still bound together, Tani collapsed out of the metal barge and out onto the soft terrain of her new destination. Dark brown mud caked to her blue face the moment she hit the ground as the entire area was soaking wet from the rain. It didn’t take long at all for her to get soaked as well, as the droplets were big and coming down hard. Another guard pulled her back to her feet, holding her forcibly by the neck around the metal collar still locked tightly around her neck and his second hand grasping a rod of some sort into her back. A second guard stooped over to unlock the metal bands that held her ankles together, and with a quick push of a button from the first guard, the end of the rod pressed into her back ignited into a high-intensity array of electricity. Tani tried to cry out in pain as the electrical shock coursed through her body, rendering her numb for a few moments but the guard pushed her forward, forcing her to walk.

She could feel people staring at her, and she knew exactly why. She kept her head down though, avoiding any eye contact with anyone save she might happen upon a certain race that had a personal vendetta against hers. She had been briefed on where it was she was going right before she lost consciousness in the barge, and therefore she knew why she was there. The rain did a steady job of smearing the mud off of her face and chest, though it only made her look messier. Still though, she continued to walk where she was directed; she’d do anything just to not have the guard press that button again.

A few minutes later, the guard had stopped which in turn caused Tani to stop. At first it was because she had thought that they had arrived at wherever it is that they were going, but when Tani looked up she had spotted what looked like a small girl, no older than eight. She was cowering in front of two of the guards, who apprehended her with force and started to strike her. Tani didn’t know what the girl did to deserve such treatment, and frankly she didn’t care. The larger portion of empathy in her heart tugged at her conscious and she could no longer just stand around and watch as the other races in the immediate area did; though some didn’t even do that, walking on by as if nothing were happening.

With the sound of what sounded like a hiss coming from her throat, Tani wrenched herself free from the guard and ran towards the guards with the little girl. Upon getting closer she noticed that the girl was of the Arian race. Light green skin, thick antennae, and known throughout the universe for their exceptional farming skills, a race that her own race was friendly with before their supposed extinction. Tani didn’t stop though, as the guard rose his hand to strike the girl once again, Tani rammed herself into his side, Earth football style and the two crashed into the mud. Her own guards had quickly caught up with her and pulled her back up to her feet. The guard whom she had knocked over stood up, wiped the mud from his uniform, pulled out what looked like a gun from his holster and point-blank shot the little girl through the head. Tani tried to scream in anger, though it was rendered useless and in fact made her feel very light-headed. She was then forced to what looked like a metal pole in the middle of the area and was quickly bound to it, her chest pressing against the pole and her back exposed. The guards exchanged orders to one another until one finally stepped forward with a leather whip with electricity sparking from it. The guard pulled back his arm, and began his assailing attack on the Rhevarian; the rarest race in existence.