BABY WE WERE BORN TO RUN

[maskormods]

WHO: EVERYONE
WHERE: THE STREETS OF THE CITY
WHEN: Duration of the event
WHAT: PRISONER TRANSPORT/RESCUE
WARNINGS: Violence and language likely
OOC NOTES: This is a starter log to help kick off the event. Feel free to use or post your own!

The transport process isn’t a fun one. Captured Metas are outfitted with power-nullifying handcuffs and collars, chained into the back of a heavily armored prison transport vehicle. Normally there’s a huge procession that goes alone with this: more back up vehicles, overhead support, government loyal metals in every vehicle. But this rush of new arrivals has pushed the system to its limits- there’s never been a need to accommodate more than a specific number of known Metas. It has the guards in the vehicles on edge, jumpy as they try to navigate through the City without the usual back up. And it’s a strain the resistance is more than ready to push to the breaking point.

In addition to transporting new arrivals to their reprogramming, there are the already-present Meta prisoners that must still be shuffled around, causing a mix of old and new in the vehicles. And irresistible targets for liberation for the resistance groups. When the transport is hit, which will the new Metas side with? Your captors you may still be able to gain a comfortable life working with? Or the rebellion fighting their way into the vehicle?

Comments

[brushoff]

There's no sign of recognition in Dorian's eyes. Instead, he gives Jacob a little frown. The more he talks with Jacob, the more confusing all of this is getting. And, though he hates to admit it, the more interesting it gets as well. Dorian wants to figure out just what this other man's deal is.

"I've dealt with plenty of ghosts in my life, though I have a sneaking suspicion they're not the ghosts you're talking about--mostly because those other names don't mean anything to me."

[darkpants_warmfeeling]

“Great. Back to square one with Dorian Gray,” Jacob huffs as he leans forward with a weary air.

He doesn’t particularly want to spend his ride to a doubtlessly grim fate briefing Dorian on a life not lived, but he is curious about whether this Dorian is genuinely a new version, or if he has been hit by serious brainwashing by his apparent employers.

“There are other worlds than these,” he starts. “Worlds with imPorts, I mean. I used to be in one of them. So did you. Things were... different, there. Better than what I’ve seen here, at least.”

[brushoff]

There's a certain loathing in that other man's tone that catches Dorian off guard. Because it's the sort of hate that comes from knowing a person. Not knowing them too well, but knowing them enough to form a well-crafted opinion...an opinion that you couldn't have when you literally just met someone.

So, Dorian is listening. There's a skeptical frown on his face, like he's not entirely sure what to think of all this, but one thing is clear: this man believes he's met him before. And if what he's saying is true, if there is some alternate world out there where things could be different for them, then Dorian wants in.

"Better how?"

[darkpants_warmfeeling]

"ImPorts weren't controlled like this." Jacob aims a disgusted look downward as he speaks, at the cuffs on his wrists, the floor of the transport, the world itself. "If anything, we were spoiled a little too much. You got away with a lot of shit, no matter how hard I tried to shut you down."

There's actual fondness in Jacob's voice as he recalls it. Suddenly, dealing with Dorian's smug impunity over the Network is a nostalgic prospect. It's all relative.

[brushoff]

Getting away with a lot of shit sounds...wonderful. It sounds so much better than the situation they have right here. Dorian looks over Jacob with a quizzical frown.

"If that place did exist, it must have been...amazing. But, it doesn't matter anymore. You're here now. And things have changed."

[darkpants_warmfeeling]

Jacob chuckles bitterly. "Yeah. No shit."

He leans back on the hard, uncomfortable bench and gives Dorian a once-over. Now Jacob's the one in handcuffs, and Dorian's the authority figure. It's not a happy thought.

"Looks like you joined the winning side," he says flatly. "Why don't you tell me how things work now?"