[closed] should've heard them knocked-out jailbirds sing

[wrackful]

CHARACTERS: Bellamy, Murphy, Ilde, The Darkling and a special appearance from Y.
WHERE: Gamma Block Jail.
WHEN: DAY :050 - DAY :052
SUMMARY: Bellamy and Murphy spend two days in jail before Ilde and The Darkling bust them out.
WARNINGS: Violence.

Comments

[erbier]

[ She falls into step beside him, her hands folded neatly in front of her, head down. It is an easy stance to mimic, how many times has she seen the hopeless lead to their doom? Innocents caged in the Godking's dungeons, or the starving continuing step after step with the night creeping up behind them...

For a dungeon, the Concordian public jail is quite posh, in her opinion. Clean, chilly but not damp, with light and running water and places to sit... Not for the first time she reflects on how indolent this world was. How little they knew, how much worse their lives could have been. She could imagine living a life here, if there were at least some books to read. An idle reflection, really, as she takes in the patterning of the jail, where hallways branch, the spacing between the lights overhead, the emergency ones set into the floor, how many convicts to a cell, how many guard stations, how many guards.

She glances over her shoulder at Y to see how the woman is doing. She has grown so used to the mental link, it bothers her ever so slightly to not be able to confer with her in silence in this moment. Her eyes flicker up to the droid escorting them, and then back down, ahead.]

( I have concern of the guards panicking, blocking off all exits. I will try to keep the thought of sounding a full alarm from them... Make this place unfamiliar to them, so they don't know what to do. )

[ A dungeon with dead bodies, why sound the alarm for a prison break when one seemed to be surrounded by corpses? The addition of the nichevo'ya would add verisimilitude to the illusion, and keep the guards distracted. She shares this to the Darkling, for his agreement, for his acceptance, for she will need his hand to do it. ]

[onemind]

Y follows sedately behind them. Despite the jumpsuit, she's clearly doing nothing to hide her ease with the situation; there's no roll of fear to her shoulders or shortening to her stride as she meanders along in their wake. Either she's done this before, or she's confident in her ability to get back out regardless of what Ilde and the Darkling get themselves into.

The android click clacks along the hall before them, marching cheerfully along the corridor. Eventually, they arrive at a security checkpoint flanked by a series of organic and inorganic security personnel. The droid tootles out a greeting. A second four legged unit wobbles back and forth in return then, pleasantries exchanged, their escort goes dead still as it interfaces with the checkpoint's signal and begins transferring their falsified data into the booking system.

"How long does this usually take?" Y cheerfully asks one of the organic personnel. He gives her a blank look in return.

Boop. Their escort reanimates as the file transfer finishes. The security checkpoint sighs open and the posted unit clacks it's front legs up and down as if to say goodbye as they're led through to the other side.