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[dontpatr0nizeme]

Who: The Freelancers and anyone else
What: Nightmares
When: Through the Nightmare plot
Where: The Mother of Invention
Rating: TBD, potential warning for torture or other really bad things, as RvB Freelancer era isn't very nice

This is the Frigate Mother of Invention. The home base of the UNSC's top secret Project Freelancer. As much as the frigate might have been lively before, now it's full of eerily empty echoing halls, windows into the empty blackness of space, and alarms that seem to be going off all too frequent. The training areas have grown a darker, more sinister air. As for the medical areas and the research labs? You really don't want to go there.

[OOC: Okay, there will be specific nightmare threads within this that I'll be linking on the main post and I will put warnings if any of those might be too bad. If you'd like to join in from outside cast, either hit one of those or start a new thread. We'll be tagging around, and I'll link any new threads you might set up.]

Locker Room (York)  |  Ranking Board (South)  |  Implantation Room (Washington) (Warning, not sure how bad this might be)  |  The Director (Carolina)

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Implantation room - Warning: This thread is likely to get ugly.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

[It was an important day for Wash. Very important. But not one he was going into without misgivings. Especially after what happened to Carolina. But he'd been schedule for implantation... And today... He was on the able, being readied for that implantation. But oddly enough, for anyone that might be wandering the dream... The door wasn't locked. The sounds within could be heard outside.

The personnel talking and getting Washington ready... The Counselor saying that Washington is ready. The unit Epsilon was waiting in in his hands...]

[encryptedlock]

[The other Agents aren't supposed to be able to watch the implantation, but it does help to have Delta on your side. York is just outside, spying on the cams through a HUD interface. He sends a quick text to Wash.]

everything ok in there?

[dontpatr0nizeme]

[He starts a little, but he's trying to not give York away... He sends a text back. "Finished prep. About to begin. Nervous. But no choice."]

[encryptedlock]

[...This probably isn't the best thing to send right before the surgery, but York has to be honest with his friend.]

Got a bad feeling. Come get me if you have any trouble. Me and Delta will help.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

[It really isn't helping. "Thanks, York. I will. Good to know you're there..."]

[encryptedlock]

I got your back.

[And he'll stop texting for the moment, leaning his back against the wall and unable to shake this feeling of impending doom.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

[And while he was focusing on the text, they had brought the Epsilon unit over the the table and begun the implantation... Then there's the pain. The overwhelming agony as the memories flood his mind. And the screaming as he starts thrashing around, unable to control himself.]

[encryptedlock]

Wash! No!

[Yeah, this is York pounding on the door to try to get in, being very surprised when it isn't locked and he actually manages to get in. Ignoring the Director's furious orders, he rushes over to Wash.]

Hey man! Just breathe. It's okay. I've got you.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

[Washington can't even hear York over the sounds of the memories. Of the memories of a strange woman... Saying goodbye. Of his own screaming in agony as he drops from the table on the floor. But he knows the pain and screaming isn't just him, not that he understands how. Or why Epsilon brought this with him...

The personnel are trying to contain Washington at the Director's orders, trying to get him to the table again.]

[encryptedlock]

Someone get me a sedative now. [Because he's sure as hell not surrendering his friend to these medics, not like this.]

Washington, I need you to listen to me. Listen to my voice. You're here on the Mother of Invention, okay? Wash! Breathe, goddammit!

[dontpatr0nizeme]

[The personnel are trying to work around him, but the York's insistence on handling this has them hesitating, in spite of the continued yelled orders from the Director. York shouldn't be in there...

Washington is hearing York's voice, but it's mixed with others, making it hard to listen. And the woman... Allison... Telling him not to say goodbye. That she hates goodbyes. It's hard to think enough to breathe. To do anything... He's still struggling to get away from the pain. Even if moving away won't stop pain in his head.]

[encryptedlock]

[Those incompetent little fucks. Can't they see things aren't going well?]

Sedative! Wash--Epsilon--calm down. I'm here, Delta's here, and you're gonna be okay. But you gotta breathe. Open your eyes. Try to see where you are now.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

[One of them is holding a sedative, but they're still uncertain at the Freelancer that is interfering in the procedure.

Washington cries out again, but this time... It's a name. Not one he knows... But one Epsilon is very aware of.] Allison!

[encryptedlock]

[Well, that causes a sharp pain in his own mind--though it's not nearly as bad as when the Director yelled--so if the medics are trying to get York out of the way this is their chance.]

No, Wash. It's me. York. You're not--wherever you think you are.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

[The one with the sedative takes the chance to push York away, trying to hold Washington long enough to give the sedative safely.

And finally, the voice is sinking in. It's hard to process though.] York?

[encryptedlock]

[He's pushed away, but York still reaches over to grab Wash's hand and try to give him a squeeze to group him in the physical.]

Yeah. York. Remember? On the Mother of Invention? I keep telling you not to eat in your helmet and you keep putting pictures of cats in your locker?

[dontpatr0nizeme]

Hurts... Feels like he's ripping my head apart.

[There's a cry as the medic uses the sedative... It hurts...] Help me.

[i_got_this]

[South's not sure how she ended up in Recovery One, looking at Wash's procedure through the observation window; curiosity, maybe? Although there's a bitter burn that it's not her in there. She'd somehow fallen off the board completely. It hurt.]

[She's still been unable to put on her armor, standing in a loose t-shirt and sweats while she crosses her arms over her chest and pulls in on herself, watching Washington with a building burn of jealousy.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

[The prep and the beginning of the surgery go well... Up until the moment when they insert Epsilon. Then the screaming and the thrashing around begins.]

[i_got_this]

Shit -- shit! [South had no idea what to expect, but this was about the last thing she would have imagine happening. She's backing up, staring with wide eyes, unable to look away. As much as she'd like to turn and flee she's frozen on the spot.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

[Yea. This is what South was jealous of. Washington is struggling, screaming in agony, as the personnel try to get him under control. The Director is yelling orders as they work.]

[i_got_this]

[South doesn't know what to do, but she sure as hell isn't going in. Last thing she wants is to get anywhere near that.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

[He's grabbing at his head as the personnel try to get him back on the table to sedate him. The implantation is obviously more painful than they'd ever been told...]

[i_got_this]

[She's still watching, back from the far end of the room, but she can't leave, she can't move she can't fucking blink. No, this is not at all what she'd imagined when they told her about it.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

Allison!

[He can't help screaming her name. The memories going through his head... Epsilon is out of control.