EVENT 007.1

[btryl]

WHO: Daisy Johnson, Caroline Forbes, Hope Mikaelson, Klaus Mikaelson, Gabriel Reyes, Jack Morrison, Cassius and Doctor Grey.
WHERE: ?
WHEN: February 18th – February 20th
WHAT: After asking Cassius to remove their neural implants, Cassius makes good on his deal.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Body horror, psychological horror, physical trauma, mental trauma, surgery, loss of autonomy, coercion, and needles.

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> EVENT 007.1

Cassius sends out a location pin on the morning of February 18th, different for everyone who requested it. A black hover car with tinted windows pulls up to each, no driver at the helm, and sits expectedly until they let themselves in. In one car is Daisy, in another Caroline, Hope and Klaus, and lastly Gabriel and Jack. Any questions spoken aloud will not be answered, and the car will begin to hover before turning down the next available corner. The locks click, and suddenly it becomes difficult to stay awake. Limbs become heavy, and eyelids slowly begin to fall. For those that struggle to see their last waking moment before they drift off into slumber, they'll notice that the self-driving car has been circling the last mile over, and over, and over again.

When they awaken, there is an antiseptic smell in the air: fluorescent lights glare overhead in a facility that looks like it was made for an entirely different kind of experimental function. What the facility was used for previously isn't apparent, but its current purpose has been reimagined. If they look down at their arm, there is an IV feeding into it. They'll have the sense that they haven't been operated on, not yet. The source of the IV itself leads somewhere unknown. If they go to remove the IV, they'll hear a bark of caution from a speaker. "Tsk tsk! I wouldn't do that if I were you. Gassing you—it was so sloppy. But I'm prepared, oh yes I am, to do what must be done."

After a few more silent minutes, a projection pops up for all of the captive Displaced. "Hello, hello, hello! Welcome to my facility my fine patients. I'm Johann Grey, and you can call me Doctor Grey. First off, let's allow gratitude be given where it's due! Thank you for being so willing to invite my fine friend Cassius into your lives—and thus, me by association. The last specimen I had were … less experienced—less durable. Less familiar with what they've been given. But from what I understand, you have been around for a while. Let's see what we discover together, shall we?"

If there is room for alarm, Johann doesn't grant them much chance to respond to it. Whether they have the IV in their arm or they've removed it and have all but asked to be gassed once again, they'll slowly begin to feel the same wave of fatigue hit them.

As for anyone left behind or hopeful they may be able to trace the paths of the lost Displaced, they'll come up empty handed. El's unable to access the security feed once the hover limos set off for their final destinations, making zer blind to Cassius' actions. Any trackers (such as Daisy's engagement ring) can be traced to a location: a limo rental lot, where the limo has been parked and left for several hours.

DAISY
CAROLINE
HOPE & KLAUS
GABRIEL
JACK

> OOC NOTES

Hello and welcome to the Brain Surgery Club! If anything from our write ups doesn't suit what you'd like, please contact us on your thread on the Permissions Post so that we can make any necessary revisions. We want this to be fun for you. Some of your requests will be worked into the thread later on, but if you would like to have it there from the start, let us know.

All characters will be told that due to the number of surgeries, there will be a three day period before they're allowed to go free. Some of the reasons cited will be "need for care and recovery" and "the number of people going under the needle in contrast to the number of personnel involved." If anyone does any research before they get drugged, this will check out!

If someone sends a message to their currently missing friend, it will just show up as an unread message during this time (if they have those notifications turned on). They'll be synced up with their usual network presence afterward (unless they request a different outcome, such as a new identity).

We're assuming that all characters will want to have a neural implant reimplanted at the end of this process as they will otherwise be disconnected from the world, and our hope is to have them released on time for the Arrival Log! If your character is happy to sit locked up in a room cut off from the world, they may be able to be rescued from their unfortunate situation once some of the others are released back into the "wild."

Anyone who has their characters try to chase this lead will find that Cassius and Doctor Grey prepared for such a likelihood. Any trackers placed on them will be left in the limo to be found, with no other signs or residue of their presence.

As a final note: we give blanket permission for harming or killing Doctor Grey! There will be opportunities for that within these threads.

> NAVIGATION

Comments

[gasping]

[ deja vu. that's all this is. she has woken up in beds before, achingly hungry and alone, with little understanding of how she came to be there or what changes have been done to her. even shock is familiar — though this time, as caroline peers into the mirror, it isn't fangs or darkened sclera that frighten her. it's the smooth surface of her scalp, first, and then, as she blinks, the glow in her eyes.

but fear gives way, fairly quickly, to rage. deep-seated, vicious, cruel — as the man whose voice she remembers makes his way into the room, caroline's mind is filled with the overwhelming urge to tear and destroy, a hunger she cannot deny and quite honestly does not wish to. ]

What did you do to me?!

[ and then, a moment later: ] And where is Hope?!

[btryl]

Just a little bit of tinkering here and there. You're outstandingly resilient, you know.

[ Johann stands fully again, tapping on his temple with his forefinger. ]

Cassius, make sure you get this.

[ Then, back to Caroline. ]

Hope is well taken care of, you don't need to worry about her. Not at all. Besides, you should be worrying about yourself right about now. So, about that first question. How do you feel?

[gasping]

[ so weird. he's such a weird guy. so weird and cocky and confident, she'd like to rip his throat out with her teeth, watch his blood spill out on the floor, feel the wild thump of his pulse as it skitters and stops when she drains him.

the thoughts come unbidden, surprisingly savage, but caroline finds she doesn't mind. it feels good, in a strange way. right. the way she was made to be. ]

I'm starving.

[ doesn't take much to admit that. is he going to feed her? or is he going to be her feed? ]

[btryl]

[ He's such a weird guy. A weird, strangely fearless guy in the face of his own current creation. ]

What do you want to do about it?

[gasping]

[ this guy and his stupid questions.

she practically growls out the answer, unable to resist: ] I want to eat.

[ she wants to get out of this room, too. but she's too weak to yank the door off the hinges, and what speed she's capable of isn't fast enough to trick the damn thing into opening, so she's... stuck here. with this weird, weird man, and his horrible questions, and the damning fact that she's so hungry all she can think of. ]

Let me out!

[btryl]

That's what I thought. Unfortunately there's no where to go, and no food available.

[ Though that may not be entirely true at this point. ]

Though the whole process is indeed interesting. I'll make sure to get all of it—yes, most definitely all of it.

[ Johann doesn't make any move to leave, even as his eyes follow her. ]

[gasping]

[ it's infuriating.

but she's trying. she's trying with every fiber of her being to cling to that humanity she's worked so hard to keep, trying to resist the urge to bite and bleed and drain. if he lets her out, if she can go home —

— but why if? wasn't that why caroline came here, why she wanted to come with hope in the first place? to gain back control, to get back what was hers.

to compel, the way she is meant to. the gift that balances out the curse of her existence. ]

Let me out.

[ sadly, it won't work, but there's something to be said for the firmness in her voice all the same, the way that golden glow shrinks and expands. as if it should, if it wasn't for that blue spilling out from her chest in the attempt. ]

[btryl]

Oh, no no no. Sorry that just won't do. You can't leave, not yet.

[ There are still things to do. Vitals to take. The result of her transformation was fascinating. ]

There's still so much to accomplish.

[ He's examining her again, watching her eyes and the blue glow. ]

[gasping]

[ no.

it comes out soft at first, barely a whisper on an exhale. no. she came here because of a promise. because hope was getting her magic back, because this was supposed to help them, because they'd been denied for so long — and now she didn't have hair or blood or anything and she still can't compel??!!! ]

No!

[ oh, she hates him. she hates him so much. she hates that he cut all her hair off, that he made her feel weak, that he trapped her here away from hope and klaus when they could have protected each other... she hates him enough that she doesn't hesitate, this time, to lunge forward, to grab onto his shoulders and shove him against the wall, teeth bared and eyes dark around that ever-present glow, veins webbing on her face. ]

Fix me!

[ or feed her. or be food. ]

[btryl]

[ When she lunges toward him, he begins to laugh. it's close to a high pitch shriek, but not one of fear. ]

Good, good! [ His back hits the door, and his eyes widen. It's in awe, or glee, or something close to that. ] I can't. I can't fix you! Isn't that the glory of it?!

[ It's hard to tell exactly what he means, but he's ecstatic. ]

Let it all go!

[gasping]

[ what a fucked up, deranged moron of a man. there's nothing glorious about bloodlust, nothing worth exulting over; there is only the deep, desperate desire for a feed and the overwhelming sensation of need that comes with it.

her eyes glow, perhaps brighter now in contrast to the dark black of her sclerae and the deep webbing beneath, and caroline surges forward, sharp teeth sinking into the flesh of his neck without preamble. it may have been kinder if she could have compelled him — don't scream, don't move, don't make it worse for yourself — but she can't.

she can only focus on the pulse point of his neck, the flutter of a vein as it gurgles beneath her mouth, the impossible pleasure of draining a man as she clutches him tight in her grasp.

she should stop. could stop. but she doesn't want to. he deserves to die, and she needs to eat. ]

[btryl]

[ There's the sick sound of her teeth in his neck, and the laughter still comes out as he gurgles. If there's pain, he doesn't acknowledge it, and when she lunges, he doesn't struggle. The blood drips down from his neck and into the white lab coat that he's wearing, staining it.

The sound only lasts so long until it becomes a gleeful wheeze, and the life begins to drain out of him. He falls limp, breathing shallowly with a sick grin on his face. It's not long before even that fades. ]

[gasping]

[ it's deeply unsatisfying. killing him is — that part is satisfying, but it's not enough. she wants more, now that she's given in to the impulse of feeding off a human, the warm blood in her mouth only enticement to keep going, to surrender to that instinct.

but there's no one else here. just this now dead dude in a white coat, which caroline rather ruthlessly pulls off his body to drape onto her own. her hands fish through the pockets, but there's nothing of interest, which really just feels like one more disappointment after so many thus far.

she nudges his body with her foot, a little disdainfully, and stares at him for a moment. what's the point of killing a man if it doesn't at least get her out of this cage? well, maybe she could sell his things if she ever gets out of here. like his glasses, if nothing else.

and then, when the dead body's no longer very interesting, caroline kicks at the door. ]

Hello? [ can anyone hear her? ] Hello! I'd like to go now! Let me out!

[btryl]

[ Right now he's just a body on the ground, lifeless and bloody.

There's no answers in response to her questions. In fact, the whole facility seems to be quiet now that Johann is gone. There's no one on the comm, no one else manning the place. No assistants, no nothing.

It's about ten minutes later that the door slides open again, the same man in a white coat coming through before it closes with a little clink. He leans down over the fallen body to pick up the glasses, wiping them with a kerchief to clean them of blood. ]

Now that we've got that out of the way.

[ He smiles. ]

Or is there still more?

[gasping]

[ for a whopping ten seconds, all caroline does is stare. she watches as dr asshole's doppleganger comes striding into the room, looking as much a duplicate as katherine ever had when she'd pretended to be elena; she watches as he picks up the very glasses she'd intended to take, and then suddenly —

she laughs. it's a cold, almost disdainful bit of laughter, but it comes out all the same, arms crossing over her chest in irritation. ]

So, you're what? His doppleganger? [ she does not sound impressed. ] I could kill you, you know. I just killed him.

[ she's still kind of peckish, besides. ]

[btryl]

[ Her manner doesn't seem to bother him all that much. In another movement, he's pressing his glasses back up his nose. ]

You could, but you'd still be at a lack. That's where mindless violence gets you, after all. [ There's not even a glance over at the body of the floor, but he reminds himself that he'll have to take care of that. ] Lack of thought, moving on instinct.

Do you want to leave?

[gasping]

[ does she? yes.

but she's also hungry, and somehow, not too concerned about where it comes from. feeding off the man now dead on the ground had been pleasurable, in its own hedonistic way; the urge now to keep feeding is ever-present.

but she wants out of that door, too. craves freedom that being locked up in this small room cannot provide. ]

Yes.

[btryl]

Then I'll let you go.

[ The smile gets a little wider, as if there's something that he's quite satisfied about. ]

Back to the city, I'd presume. You'll have to forgive the method, but you'll be well taken care of in transport.

[ There's a wave of his hand. ]

The rest of the details are for you to play with.

[gasping]

[ she doesn't need much more than that — until, of course, she realizes she won't be able to go anywhere just yet. ]

My implant. You took it out.

[ she's going to need it back in. ]

[btryl]

Oh ho, yes, yes—of course.

[ It's said as if he'd forgotten, but it's debatable if he has. ]

I suppose I'll just have to put that in again. Well, the procedure isn't terribly difficult, so you'll be back doing whatever hobbies you do in no time! [ What kind of hobbies would Caroline do? Oh, whatever. ]

Please, make yourself comfortable. I'll prepare the chair and the transportation. The hover limo will take you back from whence you came. I hope you didn't have to travel too far from home.