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[ Room 16 ] - [ Arland, Inoke, Jasper ]

“I knew all those years of playing ‘Red Rover’ would come in handy!...Now I just wish that I’d been better at it!” He quipped lightly.

He pulled his scarf up over his hawkish nose, checked his goggled and prepared for the worst

[Cell 22 - Room A]
Ian, Shiloh & no one was surprised

Caelius both arrived and left in his typical manner, with a scathing look on his face and instructions that left little to the imagination, especially as far as their competence and what he thought of it was concerned. His departure left Mark in charge, and Shiloh relaxed a little bit next to Ian - the mission was going to be difficult enough without having his Highness breathing down their necks as well. Still, the seriousness of their task ahead couldn't be overlooked, and Shiloh was, like he tried to be for most missions, barring of course on singular one attempted in pajamas, suddenly business-like and intent as he listened to their further briefing, before turning to Ian.

"You're the navigator, I'll handle the uh... partially deceased."

He tried to grin but it didn't last long. Once upon a time he had thought zombies were pretty cool, watching all their movies, beating them with melee weapons in video games. Having witnessed them up close and personal, on one of his first missions and first few days on the island, his opinion had changed considerably.

So it was with a sort of grimness that he entered the next room, and into the cell that held their subject. They weren't necessarily zombies, as he stared at the infected person in front of him, but it seemed like the best sort of way to describe them. Shiloh stepped closer, reaching very slowly, with the utmost care, for one of the chains. But no matter what precaution he took, nothing could have prepared him for the coughing fit that erupted out of their subject, and the subsequent blood that splattered all over him, face included.

"Oh god, oh god..."

He tried to wipe it off frantically.

Cell 15

Just one more chain. Lydia's fingers seemed to be quite dexterous, and though it might not have been the smartest idea for her to have a hold of three chains altogether, she just couldn't help herself from trying to be more useful than she really needed to be, as if proving her tiny stature really meant nothing and while Aro could have definitely handled it all on his own she was sure, she just wanted to get that last chain......

Oh. Oh that was warm and oozey and bloody. Lydia made a small face at the red that now flecked her front, straightening up, her cheerful smile finally fading.

"Well now that was just not nice." She said, hands wrapped around the chains. "Just completely uncalled for, really."

Still....she sortof wanted to get a jar out of her bag and collect a sample.

Chain: 4/4

Room B
Gale, Stormy, Evan


Yes, he would say that, and he would continue to say it even if she didn't believe him. Gale passed a brief sideways glance at Evan, but it wasn't for support, merely a flat sort of inscrutable studying of the other man before Gale turned away again.

"It's all right," he said quietly, even if it wasn't, and reached to push the button for the timer, jabbing it with his thumb. "Let's get this over and done with, we're just about through here. We need to secure the tethers and then we can keep moving."

He knelt down, fiddling with the chains, and gave them a little jerk.


Time: 30 seconds

Cell 22
Ian & Shiloh


He'd kept ahold of Shiloh's hand throughout the beginning, and Ian still maintained his grasp even as they made their way through the throngs of people to get to where they needed to be. He wasn't quite sure how he felt about...well, everything, and it certainly looked less than pleasant, but there wasn't really much to be done about that. This was a mission, and they had to get it done as quickly and efficiently as possible.

"Oh, jeez, are you okay?"

The patient had coughed, and there was blood on Shiloh's face; Ian hastily darted forward, using the tail end of his scarf to wipe at one of his cheeks, trying to get the majority off of it without having to let go of the...partially deceased, as Shiloh had put ******** hell," Ian muttered as he stepped back, a worried expression on his face. He put a reassuring hand on top of his boyfriend's head and gently patted his hair. "Let's hurry and get this done with so we can get the hell outta here."

[Cell 22 - Room A]
Ian, Shiloh & no one was surprised

"Ah, thanks, babe, yeah, I'm fine... I think. And agreed."

Shiloh felt fine anyway, and he was pretty sure none of the blood had gotten into his mouth, like at least ninety percent sure, mostly. He reached for another chain but the patient began to foam at the mouth, shaking and pulling the metal from Shiloh's grip.

He made a very important mental note to tell Ian if his mouth began to feel even the slightest bit too saliva-y.

[ SOLO -> ROOM 25 ]
Lex lurched after Ami almost instantaneously, only stopping for a moment to consider what it would mean if both of them had some terrible outcome occur from this mission.

< It'll be one of your stupid bonding experiences. >

<< Thank you ever so much for putting that in a positive light. >>

Lex grabbed her by the wrist, squeezing lightly to announce his presence (as if his heavy footfalls hadn't done that for him). "You know we're supposed to be in groups of at least two." He chided, knowing full well the woman didn't care any more than she did for his coffee.