[ MISSION ORP ] Two Minutes to Midnight - EXIT PAGE 32!

[Baneful]

Rep watched Jerry leave with a very lazy sort of amusement, convinced that he was going to go do as he'd been suggested, looking utterly smug with himself for coming up with the idea. He was only a tiny bit sad that he didn't get any of it for himself.

"He's Jerry, he ******** would. "

The battle cry of protest from over by the toilets only convinced Rep even more that he probably had.
 

[Miliardo Kason]

Roland only nodded slowly at Melvin returned from the bathroom, Jerry still inside after a short shout went out. He turned to Rep for just a moment.

"You're terrible you know that?"

Still didn't stop him from watching the incoming train wreck that this could be with wide eyes. Sure beat destroying half the set and being yelled at for being a terrible actor.  

[Baneful]

"Oh I know"



 

[Bilious]

Groaning, and washing his face as best he could without melting his make up, (He didn't want to get stuck in the chair again) Jerry straightened, looking miserable at his reflection as he sniffed morosely. Great. Fabulous. Drunk and on drugs. Was that what it took to 'play' himself?

He sniffed again, blotting at his nose and mouth with a paper towel once he had made sure there was nothing else questionable on his person he pushed his way out the door.

"Alright," He drew in a deep breath. "Jerry place." Another sniff, and a few blinks as his system tried to digest everything he had just accidentally (or not) thrown at it. "Alright. Alright." He repeated with growing fervor as he re-approached the group of mostly-real-hunters. He didn't know about the blonde guy in the goggles. He didn't care. That was 'in character' for 'Rick' right?

But not for Jerry.

"Alright. Look. We have to buckle down and figure this out. Maybe we're like. Just waiting for a trigger to wake us up. If they think we're crazy, they're probably not the real deal. So we just gotta'-otta' figure-igure," He blinked a few times, rubbing his nose before clapping Rep on the shoulder, "Out how to trigger it. Maybe it's like a dream or a golem- we die in the dream, we wake up. Sounds logical to me. First priority is escape you all got that? Escape and find them and oh god I miss Sasha I know she's been sort of... distant and... and... I mean maybe she... maybe she doesn't love me but I have to at least try I'd do the same for any of you- well, maybe not Rep but oh hell I said that out loud."  

[Miliardo Kason]

For a moment Roland would agree that Rep was a terrible person. Till Super Jerry arrived from the bathroom. The once rather depressed looking hunter seemed... perky if that made any sense.

"You uh, seem rather eager to get going now.... Jerry right?" He blinked watching the coked up sun hunter lean lazily against Rep continuing to speak saying a few choice things out loud that might have been better off kept to himself.

Again Roland turned to Rep, "You know, this is going to sound reaaaaallly bad. But I kinda like him like this?"  

[Baneful]

Rep looked Jerry over critically as he headed back over, not even trying to gauge if he'd taken any of the gear as much as trying to gauge how much he'd taken. He didn't doubt for a moment he had, Rep's estimation of Jerry's ability to resist temptation was about as low as it was possible to be.

"Oh so that is how you find your Jerry place. No ******** wonder it's so hard for you to find it on the island itself."

He was in a good mood so he even indulged Jerry by at least pretending to listen to his rant. But not such a good mood that he didn't return the shoulder pat with a lot more force than he'd received in retaliation for touching him - it was practically a shoulder punch barely disguised as a pat by being open-palmed.

"We'll call suicide plan Z part 2 okay? ******** else fails? Then we burn down the set and kill ourselves. You first." He rolled his eyes. "And of course Sasha doesn't love you, she's flipped her s**t. Hell the Sasha here is LESS abrasive than the one the horsemen took. You should just go with the upgraded version."

Roland got a very nonplussed look. "Your tastes are ******** awful."

The fact Jerry wouldn't die for Rep didn't surprise the redhead in the slightest.  

[Zoobey]

The fake door swung open rather dramatically on set, the actress playing Medea making a grand sweeping entrance into the cages. "All of this- everything around you, it matters little for your kind." She moved forward into the spotlight, all dramatics, raising a hand-

- Everything for a second blurred, interrupted by a shrill blast of cold, darkness. Stone. Damp. Someone shouting, voices -

- Actress Medea moved forward to the next X on the set. "Whatever you plan to do, everything, it is all a predetermined path. Escape is only temporary and so is freedom, if you escape from us, you will eventually find yourself back to us, as this is your fate, as Humans, as Hunters." She turned around to face one of the cages -

- A leering figure in pale white robes staring back at them, braided hair too perfect against the contrast of black stone, someone in the background was pulling away, screaming perhaps, there was pain, everything felt dry, agonized, every movement just to open their eyes-

- As the actress placed her hands against the fake cage bars. " This battle has already ended, and despite all intentions, everything moved according once again, to plan. Thanks to you Hunters, we have more than enough Fear now. If you think this Lair was dangerous, you once again underestimate our kind. We seek revenge against Hunters, as always, but we seek also our calling as the legacy of the Four Clans."-

- Someone coughing, someone else shouting their name, not in their ears but in their heads a familiar voice, their weapo-

- " The Lair is just the beginning as we wrap our claws around the Human World once more. Famine. War. Pestilence. Death. You will never truly get rid of us, and our hold on you will only grow stronger. The greatest despair is one plagued with false hope."

- And then the illusion dropped entirely.

OOC

- ALL PLAYERS (non original prisoners) HAVE NOW BEEN TAGGED. POST an EXIT/reaction solo and then go HERE

 

[its me debz]

Clerise's intent had been to find the exit, follow the trail of blood with Gale-- they just had to find a way out.

It appeared that her attempts had been futile: the exit found her shortly enough. At first, the world merely flickered, like a tv that wasn't tuned properly, stuck in between channels, flickering back and forth.

The Fake everything dropped soon enough, the illusion stripped away like flesh from a bone. There was nothing left but reality, as unpleasant as it was.

Clerise woke up.

[[ clerise exit ]]  

[Blade Kuroda]

Deryk sat by still, uncertain of what he should do. So for now, he just watched the scene play out before them. It was now Medea's part. But as she spoke, the world seemed to shift around him. He could hear shouting all of the sudden, but the moment was brief.

A moment later, there was an immense amount of pain, along with a strange pale figure in the area. The blurring here was disorienting the hunter, and he was finding it harder to focus on what was going on. On one hand, he felt fine. On the other, he felt like utter s**t and in a horrendous amount of pain. The two combined, flashing back and forth was a very odd sensation.



Wait.

That voice. Closing his eyes, he was trying to shake off the vortex of feelings. He could hear Medea speaking, but it wasn't registering all too much. It was something about how the clans will rise up again. How they will never be defeated.



And then he did.

((Exit))  

[MoonKitsune]

Melvin had settled back in his seat, waiting to see the next installment and trying to search for a phone to look through. It seemed with so many actors doing drugs, having breakdowns, and threatening to push their friend's wives, he had to wonder if, as an actor, if he had any unsavory habits or inclinations. Mostly, he just wanted to know if he was holding any weapons or prone to stabbing. That would be something he'd want to check out, mostly because he seemed insane enough to believe he was Melvin Wood. Worst of all, he didn't want to not be Melvin Wood. Abe Quinton seemed like a fine, adventurous man, but his lifestyle was that of a daredevil with no trouble with getting STDs and getting his a** punctured by a bull. All of this just didn't seem right, and he wanted to gain some sense of peace and calm.

That or just know enough to decide if he made enough to quit this show. He liked Melvin, but his coworkers were batshit crazy. Maybe he was just having first-day-acting jitters, but he just wanted to crawl into bed and try and decide what was real and what was based from a script. The idea of some writers getting together to react who he felt he was as a person rubbed him the wrong way.

By and by, he didn't like this show all that much. It lacked space ships.

Just as he was fiddling with a rather complex blackberry, he looked up when Medea entered and resumed her length speech on stage, and sank at the performance. If that was the quality he had to meet as the new guy, he was doomed.

It was then he heard noises, and he rubbed his shoulders, feeling cold and drained. This soon turned to a pain, and he gripped his sides.

On no. Crazy identity crises and now voices and pain. Not good. Visions followed, and just as he looked up at the woman finishing her line, the world turned black.


((Melvin Exit))  

[its me debz]

Konstantin had managed to find his peace. He didn't know what a horseman was, not really, and found that watching the set was somewhat informational. He made small-talk in Russian with his make-up artist.

He came to one conclusion, followed shortly by another:

His fake self was obnoxious, but so was the rest of this entire universe.

Reality around him flickered like virtual reality, like something out of the Matrix, like--

Login: syntax.error_
Password: *************

Authenticating credentials...

Accepted_

[syntax.error@K.BASHMET ~]# run wakeup.tar.gz

Working...

[syntax.error@K.BASHMET ~]# :)

I see. It is time?

[syntax.error@K.BASHMET ~]# get reality.tar.gz

Downloading...

Hint Taken.

It was time to face the music.

[[ kostya exiting ]]  

[Lilwolfpard]

Ceres watched the scene at first with mild interest, happily away from the fake-Caelius. She had been making her way towards the exit, not watching the scene as Medea gave her last speech. She was mildly glad too, it was a bit ah...dramatic.

She was almost at the door when a flash of something before her eyes made her pause. Quickly, a onslaught of pain followed. Doubling over with a gasp her arms wrapped around her torso. Pain, but oddly her body here did not hurt? Her head spinning, she flashed back to this reality for a brief second.



...What?

Once again the pain, the person looming over them. Her name was called more urgently this time.



She woke up.

[Ceres Exit]  

[Bilious]

The world had been super focused, Jerry had never been so focused, his glasses-less eyes like bonoculars honing in on whatever caught his attention. Swirving from not-Sasha entangled with not-Wash to Probably-Petra and Probably-Robert making out before locking on Medea who was a really brilliant actor, only she wasn't acting, she was speaking and his back was covered in goosebumps-

"-EATBAG! JE-"

"Guys I..."

Medea's mouth was moving in slow motion now, her words stretched out, you are never free, it all ends with us, Humans- Hunters...

"-EREMY COLLI-"

"I think I might be tripping..."

And suddenly the world vanished.

[EXIT]  

[Baneful]

Suddenly it was like someone had spliced two worlds together, flashes of images intercutting over the set, over the other guys, of the set and the entire strange world around it.

He was sure he heard Tracey in there somewhere and there was a horrible pang of longing for that familiar melodic voice in his head

<>


And it faded again back to the set, where Medea's voice reached even where they were standing. Like waves crashing on a beach things seemed to recede and draw back into focus time and again. He felt dizzy.



He clung to the voice like an old friend.

<>



He woke up.

((Exit))