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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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[i_got_this]

[South doesn't reply, continuing to glare at her with all that open and vulnerable desperation. She can see the board in constant movement behind Carolina, still doesn't see her name, and the all she wants is to get away but she can't fucking move. Her feet have become mired in the floor.]

Fuck. You.

[youfallback]

[Carolina doesn't take so much offense from the words as South's posture. She's trying to protect herself, get out of Carolina's reach, more like a caged animal than a woman.]

South. [Right now Carolina knows that saying anything more won't help, but she can't just keep silent while South's openly freaking out.]

[i_got_this]

[South finally can't keep up the posturing and looks away, deferring to Carolina in defeat and submission. The inability to just leave the situation breaks her a little.]

[youfallback]

[Taking another step back, Carolina tries to somehow relieve that fear, but just as she does, the walls seem to start melting. Frowning, she reaches toward South protectively, trying to help, but her arm can only extend so far.]

[i_got_this]

[South flinches, then looks up at Carolina as the other woman offers her hand, but she's confused at first; why would Carolina want to help her?]

[Then she feels the floor and the door behind her start to give way, slowly eating her up like she's leaning against mud than a steel bulkhead. She panics for a moment, thrashing that only gets her dragged in quicker, looking at Carolina with confliction. Finally she swallows her pride and reaches back, fingertips brushing, but it's too little too late, and she's dragged back into the melting walls with a scream.]

[youfallback]

[When Carolina feels their fingertips touch, she tries to stretch her hand out farther but then South's gone, dragged into the walls and Carolina shouts after her,] SOUTH!

[But she can't move as the floor warps further and drags her down.] South!

[Before she knows it, she, too, is gone.]