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Days 8-11 - Test 1: Aptitude
Who: All Initiates
What: LACUNA begins her testing phases
When: Days 8-11
Where: Area 2 - Testing Grounds
Warnings: To be updated, but as this is a testing regimen, it will most likely contain language, violence, mentions of sensitive topics (up to and including pondering the murder of children)
At 06:00 hours on the morning of Day 8, every terminal, be it the one in the living quarters or one of the personal terminals within the rooms, begins broadcasting the sound of a klaxon. This sound, loud enough to reverberate, continues for 30 seconds before it ends as abruptly as it began. The lights raise and after they are fully illuminating whatever area your character may have been rudely awoken in, LACUNA's cold voice fills the silence.
As incredibly forthcoming as she's been previously, any attempts to question her further are met with cold silence.
(OOC: The Test will be divided by day and function, and for more information, check out the sweet prompts below, also organized by date! You're not required to use this post, but it may be easier if you haven't found a partner! Feel free to make your own posts, either as actions or network posts as well! Remember, it isn't 100% necessary to obey her commands...)
What: LACUNA begins her testing phases
When: Days 8-11
Where: Area 2 - Testing Grounds
Warnings: To be updated, but as this is a testing regimen, it will most likely contain language, violence, mentions of sensitive topics (up to and including pondering the murder of children)
At 06:00 hours on the morning of Day 8, every terminal, be it the one in the living quarters or one of the personal terminals within the rooms, begins broadcasting the sound of a klaxon. This sound, loud enough to reverberate, continues for 30 seconds before it ends as abruptly as it began. The lights raise and after they are fully illuminating whatever area your character may have been rudely awoken in, LACUNA's cold voice fills the silence.
"Good Morning, Initiates. Today will begin Testing. Our first Test Round will be for Aptitude measurement only. As such, blows that would otherwise be fatal will spare you. You have one hour to prepare. Afterwards, proceed to the cryopod chamber for further instruction. Thank you."
As incredibly forthcoming as she's been previously, any attempts to question her further are met with cold silence.
(OOC: The Test will be divided by day and function, and for more information, check out the sweet prompts below, also organized by date! You're not required to use this post, but it may be easier if you haven't found a partner! Feel free to make your own posts, either as actions or network posts as well! Remember, it isn't 100% necessary to obey her commands...)
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In truth, Darius was already taking the carrot approach. He hadn't done anything that was particularly deviant. Unless LACUNA counted exploration and propping one's door open as deviant behavior. He'd helped Obi-Wan to clean his wounds and the clean the space that they were apparently going to be living for the foreseeable future. He'd participated in their tests and hadn't made waves. He just needed to work harder to get through to what they were planning and how to keep them all safe.
He continued to brush his fingers through her hair, partially because he could. All the freedom they had here to be together, to touch and hold was still new, and he doubted that the magic of it would ever end. It was the nature of being desperately in love with someone. In love enough to refuse to give them up for anything except their own choices. "Until then I suppose I'll have to make sure we have plenty of bricks, in case we lose one somehow."
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Grace just laughed softly at that, looking meaningful around the space that the two of them were inside of. “Somehow I don’t really think that it’s gonna be a running out of bricks problem.” There was enough junk around them that there was only going to one more somewhere even as people were still doing that whole cleaning up thing.
However for all of that. “I am still hopeful for another solution because if nothing else it’s going to be less awkward.” Grace was a private person and having their door rather constantly open wasn’t something that she was wanting to keep doing. Sometimes a locked door between them and the rest of the world was actually very good indeed.
It wasn’t as good as the tree house or her own bedroom would be, but it would be better than this. Slinging her arms over his shoulders, she just grinned. “But maybe if nothing else we can find a bigger bed here among all the rubble.”
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"I've been thinking about that very problem, and we could always move your bed into our room and push them together." It was a crude fix, but one that they were capable of. He doubted any of this junk was going to contain enough of anything to build a bed out of. As he made the suggestion his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her a bit closer.
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“And if anyone does have a problem with that she added quickly with a smirk. “I will quickly disabuse them of that notion. Honestly if we’re here and we need to do this damn testing then we’re gonna live how we want.” Her fingers brushed his face as she added, “I am definitely not hiding how I feel about you any longer. We’re together and I love you and everyone else can forget about it.” It may have been the first time she actually said those words aloud, but they were true and nothing was going to change that.
Even if he did eventually become a politician and she became his adviser. It just meant that the two would have sex in the Oval Office.
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Her comment only made his smile widen. Grace was fierce and strong and every bit of exceptionality that he's learned she was after calling her ordinary. He couldn't help being more wrong about a person. So, of course, he leaned in and kissed her.
"I can assure you that I have no intention of hiding my feelings for you any longer. In fact, I already told someone that you're the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with." And he'd tell anyone who asked as many times as he could. There was no lie in the comment, after all.
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That surprised her, but only a little bit honestly. Darius Tanz was the sort of man who did everything with his whole heart and he always meant it in that moment (she didn’t remember everything in Russia but she did remember that. It was one of those things that stuck with her. Along with the dancing. And the kiss.) But Darius was also so much more than that and if they couldn’t save the world at least in the time the two of them had, she had this. She had him. This time counted double because there was no one to save other than themselves and that was fine. Better than fine actually.
Still she grinned at him, the look a little teasing. “Oh yeah? Anyone I know, Darius?” Because she wondered just who it was that knew that. As if their pdas in public weren’t enough to make that abundantly clear.
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He pulled her closer, running some hair from her face before noticing the red marks. They'd been obscured by that hair and he couldn't help frowning heavily at them. "What, Grace, what happened?" Concern laced his voice. Had it been the next part of the test, or someone who was attacking the other prisoners? Or maybe it was LACUNA herself, punishing Grace for some non-existant 'deviance'.
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"Anakin and Obi-Wan happened," she said simply. "Anakin was trying to kill your friend, again, it seems, and I tried to stop it." There was a beat and Grace just sighed softly, gesturing to the marks. "I guess you can tell how well that went over. But of course there's magic in a world and someone needs to take it and turn it into a weapon to use against other people."
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Unfortunately, there's no way to ensure that Grace is safe here, and he knows that she wouldn't want him to do that. Grace is a strong, independent and smart woman. If she wanted the help she would ask for it, and if not, they'd discuss it, like adults who respected one another.
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“I’m fine, Darius.” The words are quickly spoken because she knows him and she knows what he does and what he wants and he wants to fix this. But there’s nothing to fix not really. This was just something that she’d deal with. The marks from her nails weren’t that bad and the choking hadn’t caused anything to happen to her vocal cords so she would be fine in a few days.
This time anyway. She didn’t know about the next or the time after that or the time after that.
“Anakin is bad news, Dorian. He killed his wife and the mother of his children when she was pregnant. He’s a psycho.”
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"But right now we need to get ice on your neck before it bruises any worse than it's already going to." Darius knew a thing or two about bruises, and as he spoke, he gently brushed her cheek, almost begging her to at least let him do this for her. Since they both knew he couldn't do anything else.
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Honestly she agreed with him about the lock. And she’s not even sure that she was pulling the stuff out of her ass about coming back to life. If the AI could bring them all here from all these different worlds then it stood to reason that it could probably bring them back from the dead. Of course that meant that he could kill all of them more then once. Her near death experience was more than enough for her.
Nodding her assent, Grace just laughed softly. “Well, I suppose if it’s one thing we’ve got here it’s ice.” They were practically surrounded by it all once and that was the point of it it seemed. No one wanted to freeze to death anymore than they wanted to be magic choked. “The bruises are from me though. It was like he was choking me without touching me somehow.”
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As they entered the kitchen, Darius went straight for the freezer. It was easier to find things now that there was cleaning involved, and he'd managed to make cleaning towels from various scraps he found around the facility. That at least helped better than when Obi-Wan had been injured.
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Like everything else here other than the two of them it seemed like. Something told her that's how LACUNA wanted it.
"You'd think the stupid AI would want to give us something of proper medical supplies," she noted, "if only just to keep all of us in good testing shape." Grace was leading to something else, just taking a little bit to get there.
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After wrapping the ice on a few of the towels he crosses over to her and lightly applies the ice to her neck. "I'm pretty sure that's the point." It had taken a bit, but he was answering her comment. "If we're dependant on her for our needs, we have less ability to fight back. It's the same with the punishment for deviance."
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As if her volume level would matter to the damn AI though.
"I was talking out my ass to Anakin, when he was trying to kill Obi-Wan, and I told him that I think that she wasn't stopping him because what if she can bring us back from the dead. I know no one could really do it at home, not even you with all your science and brains, but what if she can?"
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"I can't see the programmers of this facility leaving us to die. It's far too elaborate a system to be simply for murder."
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“Unless they can bring us back. Then it’d be good data. And I’m probably sure I wasn’t all that close to death not really but it sure as hell felt like I was.” Grace rubs at her eyes for a moment with a frown, remembering how they had watered. At least the vessels in them hadn’t burst. That would have been the next step. Then passing out. Then death.
“Either way? Anakin is counting me as Obi-Wan’s friend now though. I’m thinking that may be a giant negative against me in his eyes.”
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"I'm sure he is. We'll have to be more careful than we've already been being." He'd also have to talk with Obi-Wan to see if there was some way to keep Grace safe. While she was a strong and independent woman, sometimes even she neededprotecting.
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Of course, it wasn't going to be easy, or good, or safe, but she could handle it as long as he was here. "He told me that. To be careful and avoid him. But jesus, Darius, this place is a tin can."
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He hated that. He hated that he couldn't do anything to protect Grace and the others from this man. That he couldn't invent something that would protect them from his actions. But here he was important against such things. He had no tools or circuitry to work with.