Armadillo Bowl: Episode 3: Scene 3

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In which a new character drops in! :+)

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Armadillo Bowl - Bowling Alley
This is the heart of the Intrastellar Grakatraxian Habitat (I.G.H.) Armadillo Bowl, a
semi-modular mobile space station. This large room on its lower level is the simulated natural
habitat of the station's primary occupant, a Southern Three-Banded Armadillo. The engineers who
built this habitat, needless to say, got it completely wrong.
The room is dominated by a row of eighteen bowling lanes, far more than one can
expect ever to be in use. Most are regulation size, but the two farthest to the right, #17 and
#18, are dwarfish compared to the others. The lanes are against the wall opposite the entrance.
There is a racks of bowling balls on the wall to the right, consisting of around forty various
balls on four shelves, and a lattice of cubbies containing bowling shoes on the wall just to the
right of the door. A door near the back of the right wall leads to a maintenance area used to
service the lanes.
In addition, the room is supplied with other entertainment. A wide, ornate pinball
machine with a theme of lavish luxury. A pair of arcade machines, one featuring classic arcade
games of the 1970s and 80s, and one featuring ever more elaborate games with advanced graphics,
engines, and controls. The game available on each machine changes every few days. There is
also a pool table. All of the games, including the bowling, are free.
There are a few booths with tables behind the pool table, near the door to the
kitchen, to the left. There are also a few round tables with chairs in the middle of the room.
All the furniture is made made of bright, polished wood. The walls are made of slighter darker
wood, equally smooth. The predominant colors of this bowling alley are brown, orange, tan, and
beige.
And in the corner between the shoes and the balls, a little metal cage, padded with
something resembling astroturf, and filled with balls of crumpled up paper. Sammy's cage.

[ Obvious Exits: <Behind> the Pins, Into the <Kitchen> ]
[ <Out> to the Lower Corridor ]
[ Players: Blood, Timothy ]
[ Sleepers: Duvazl ]

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The pinball machine is in demo mode. Again. Sammy stands nearby, munching on the fixings of a hot dog from a thin cardboard serving dish, looking uncomfortably over at the machine every now and then. It certainly changes the character of the room...but it's not clear why it only runs every few hours, irregularly.

Timothy stays near Sammy for now; although he isn't entirely sure about the creature, he seems more trustworthy than anyone else he's met. At the moment he nibbles a granola bar he'd found. "Wonder what's up there?" he says between nibbles, looking up at the machine.

Sammy extends his upper body in the machine's direction. "I'm not sure. I haven't seen it from above, but I know it's some kind of...entertainment. For people taller than us, no doubt." He convulses slightly. "I keep...Timothy, it may sound strange, but I keep having this feeling that I'm supposed to be figuring out what all this stuff is. Like I'm supposed to be playig with these machines...understanding them, instead of confused by them. It's a place we can't leave, and I want to leave...but..." He puts down his head and stretches out his legs. "Every day I spend confused, I just feel more guilty."

Timothy tilts his head a little but nods. "Well... maybe we can try to find out something about them?" Not like they've got anything better to do, since escape isn't really a possibility at the moment.

Sammy nods several small times. The taste of the mystery meat and the bun soaked in its juices is interesting to him, but not terribly nourishing. The tomato is nicer, but still...this is hardly the food Sammy's accustomed too. "Exploring...trying to find what's not horrid on this floating jail...we can maybe, just maybe make our lives better." He walks away from the cardboard and peers upward. "I can jump a bit, but not far enough up to really see over the top." He demonstrates with a funny, rocking jump, higher than you might think. "I think I saw it glimmer. It's shiny up there."

Timothy peers up at the machine, frowning somewhat. The poles that it stands on look fairly slick; aside from a few scratches and dents, there isn't anything to afford his claws purchase. He begins to circle the machine and stops when he gets to the rear of it, finding a weird snake-like thing coming from the wall.

Sammy jumps again, trying to form a mental picture of the mysteries on the surface, but he lets himself be distracted by Timothy's discovery. "What's that?" His ears twitch. "I don't suppose it's dangerous?"

Timothy hmms. "I'm not sure. It looks like it goes into the machine, though," he says, peering up to where it leads. Gingerly, he touches the odd snake-thing, then pulls away to see if it reacts. "I don't think it's alive, at least." He touches it again, and it feels smooth, but not as slick as the legs of the machine. It even seems a bit pliable. "Bet I could use it to climb up."

As the discovery theme starts to chime and chug away in the background (they can't hear it, of course!), Sammy creeps over and noses the cord. He jerks back, expecting something terrifying, but it's benign for now. "I've seen this before. Electrical cord. They had electricity in your laboratory, didn't they?" His voice is nervous. "You know what it can do to a person?"

Timothy nods a little. "I've heard of electricity, but I never really saw where it came from." He frowns. "Sometimes they'd put electric plates in the mazes; that was the worst feeling I've ever experienced."
Sammy looks stunned at the idea. He can barely ask: "They used...electricity...to hurt you?" The metal ball above rolls into a pocket and is locked in place with a ka-chunk--this is followed by a descending-pitched whirring buzz, which doesn't make Sammy feel any better.

Timothy nods a little, giving a slight shudder at the memory. "It wasn't enough to cause damage, but it really hurt... Still, even if this has electricity inside it, it doesn't hurt."

"So long as you don't dig in too deeply," cautions Sammy. He looks up at the wooden underside of the machine. It's funny how this room has so much wood in it, while there's hardly any in any other part of the station. "All right," he says, as a flipper flips and a bumper dings. "Just be careful."

Timothy nods a little. It's smooth, but his pawpads seem to be able to grip it okay as he climbs up, his claws making very slight indentations in the rubber insulation. His tail swings about wildly as he uses it to balance. Soon, he reaches where it connects... which, fortunately, happens to be close to the lip where the stand meets the table. He hops off the cord and onto this lip, edging over until he's safely on the table.

Sammy watches tensely from below, his tail against the floor near the wall. From atop the table, Timothy can see the entire display under plastic--a wide, elaborate machine filled with props and lights and so forth devoted to money and luxury. Little fiberglass champagne glasses...safes with holes that appear to be filled with coins...wheels of lavish cars that whirr when the ball hits them. He can also see the arcade machine adjacent, currently featuring the old-fashioned game Asteroids. The pinball bounces out from the starting gate as the plunger automatically releases once more.

Timothy blinks at the rather incredible display under the glass tabletop, having to step to turn around and see it all. He squeaks and nearly falls off when he hears (and feels) the plunger release a ball.

Sammy rushes out from under the machine and tries to view it by leaping from the side. "Are you okay? What's up there?"

Timothy quickly regains his footing, his head popping over the edge of the table to look at the armadillo. "I'm fine... It's like a big glass table... and there's lots of lights and stuff underneath. And there's a ball that bangs around inside, too."

Sammy puts up his forefeet on the side of the machine, where the leg meets the body, in wonder. "A ball? Is that what's making all those different noises?"

Timothy peers at the thing for several moments longer, then nods. "Yeah, seems like it. Whenever it hits something a light flashes and it makes a noise."

The concept is illuminating to the armadillo. "Hmm. It probably means something." Slowly, he lowers his feet to the floor, and they make a little tiny clack as they do. "Action...and reaction." He goes to the abandoned hot dog, takes a gooey bite of pickle and ketchup, and looks back. "Are you in any danger, Timothy?"

Timothy shakes his head again. "Not that I can tell... the whole thing is covered in glass. I don't see any way for the ball to reach me, at least."

Sammy nods. "Is there any logic to it? Can you tell?" The mouse is presumably smart...he got injections for it, didn't he? And if there was any situation that sort of thing might help in, it's probably something like this. Sammy decides to take a long view and goes toward the tables nearest the center of the room. He leaps onto a chair, and from there leaps onto the table, with some difficulty. "I can see you from here!" he shouts. "The thing you're on is hard to make out, but I can kind of see it!" Too bad an armadillo's eyesight is so poor.

Sammy nods. "Is there any logic to it? Can you tell?" The mouse is presumably smart...he got injections for it, didn't he? And if there was any situation that sort of thing might help in, it's probably something like this. Sammy decides to take a long view and goes toward the tables nearest the center of the room. He leaps onto a chair, and from there leaps onto the table, with some difficulty. "I can see you from here!" he shouts. "The thing you're on is hard to make out, but I can kind of see it!" Too bad an armadillo's eyesight is so poor.

Timothy scratches behind his ear a little as he watches the game play. It seems to be trying to play itself; the tilted table always causes the ball to roll down towards a hole, but various obstacles try to keep it from reaching it. "I think the point is to keep the ball from getting into the hole down there. There's these... paddle things that move and hit it when it gets close.

Sammy scampers to the edge of the table and sticks out his neck, peering as well as he can from the great distance. "I just...I just can't make it out," he calls in dismay. "It looks exciting....like an ant farm! That's what it is! It's like an ant farm, where you watch the ants moving things around, living their lives, and they can't escape to crawl over you. What is...what is the ball trying to do?" It may as well be a living ball, for all Sammy knows.

Thumpthumpthump.

Timothy shrugs a little. "It's just a metal ball. The table's not flat, so it rolls down where it's slanted down." He does have to admit, it does seem kind of exciting, like a circus behind glass.

Sammy bunches up somewhat, confused. "I don't get what the point is," he says. He gives up on viewing the spectacle from where he is, and carefully hops down to the chair, then the floor. "What about the part in back? I saw...something changing on the bit that sticks up, behind the flat part."

Timothy frowns a little as he looks at that part. "'Insane Asylum Pinball'," he reads from the sign. "There's a display for 'level' and 'score' too. And some really weird pictures of humans."

Sammy runs over to the base of the machine. This concerns him. "Insane?! Are you +sure+ it's safe up there, Timothy? If this thing was made by the insane...or it's meant to +turn+ us insane..." He grabs the leg of the machine in his worries, but is far too light to move it. The thumping is continuing to disturb him, as well. "What do the displays say? Do they have numbers in them?"

Timothy examines them some more, nodding. "Yeah, the've got numbers on them... I don't know about that, I mean, there doesn't even seem to be a way to get inside for the machine to do anything like that. I think it might be some sort of game."

Sammy turns down his snout. "Really? A game? I...Timothy, I've never heard of a game like this monstrosity. The kind of games I know involve things like cards, and pebbles." He backs away to get a view of the whole thing. "This doesn't look much like a game to me."

Timothy shrugs a little. "I dunno, really. It looks like it's *supposed* to be a game, but I don't know how to play it."

"All right," says Sammy. "All right, then. Wait. The numbers. Are the numbers changing? Are they going up, or down?" Who knows why he cares about that...but Sammy's grown more used to the idea of little ideas being important during the week he's spent in this place. Either that, or the machines are beginning to drive him insane.

Timothy looks back at the backboard. "They go up, it looks like."

You say, "They do?" Sammy tries to look at the backboard too, but can't see it from where he is, so he glances nervously at the door, instead. "Then you may be right...it could be a game. Who is playing it, though?" He notices something on the front of the machine. "I think there's something sticking out on my side of it...if you think it's safe...maybe you could come over and take a peek at it?"

Timothy shrugs a little. "Maybe it's trying to show us how it's played..." he replies. He nods and pads carefully to the front edge of the machine, spotting the plunger a couple of inches down from the table's glass top. "Hm..." He looks inside and spots an odd spring-like mechanism attached to the other side of it.

Sammy spots Timothy and leaps a little in place. "I can see you!" he says. "What do you think it is? Some kind of control?"

Timothy looks at it, scratching his head. "Maybe... Wait," he says. One of the balls had just dissappeared down the hole, and a ball appeared directly under where he stood. The plunger, driven by some automatic system, draws back, knocking the ball up to the back of the machine as it releases. "It pushes the ball onto the rest of the table, I think."

Sammy continues to listen and think, and his layers of platelets expand and contort slightly. He rises to his hind legs and tail, some distance away now. "That's interesting. I wonder if we could control it somehow. Grab it and keep any more balls from rolling, or something like that."
Timothy shrugs a little. "I dunno. Maybe..."

Sammy is only moderately capable of sustaining the experimental mindset. He gives his body a shake. "Better come down from there, Timothy," he says plaintively. "I'm worried something might happen to you...or you might be caught up there, and get in trouble."

Timothy nods a little. "Well, it looks safe enough, but all right." He climbs down the front side this time, dangling briefly from the plunger before sliding down the metal leg of the machine to land gently on the floor. "Odd machine."

Sammy is impressed at the mouse's acrobatic feat. "You're pretty limber," he remarks. "And good at climbing..." He glances around the room, thinking of, perhaps, all the other places his new companion might be able to access that he himself cannot.

Timothy smiles and nods a bit. "Thanks. I've had a lot of practice, though."

Sammy opens his beady eyes a little wider. "In the laboratory? Or...or before?"

Timothy nods a little. "There were some really complex mazes that went up and down as well. And escaping out the ventilation system meant that we needed to get really good at climbing."

Sammy seems to take heart in this disclosure. He settles back to all fours, calming himself. "I wonder if they realized you were an experienced escape artist when they used the Black Door on you." He looks toward the exit. "It may not help us get out of here, but maybe you can at least figure out how the place works. That'd be a start." How exhausted Sammy sounds now.

Timothy nods a little then tilts his head. "The black door?"

Sammy nods, a little fearsome. At that moment, the pinball machine stops playing. The ball rolls, bounces, and falls into the void at the bottom, and the lights all go out on the machine. All is still in that direction now. Sammy looks that way, but keeps talking. "The Black Door is how they travel, and one way to capture you. They tried to use it on me, but...it didn't work, so the team of blue people came...and tore apart the burrow..." He shudders as he recalls it.

Timothy frowns. "I don't remember gettinc captured. I ate some food that was lying around and that was the last thing I remembered."

"Then it probably told them where you were. I think that's how it works, based on...what I heard the builders saying, and what Blood told the person he talks to with his arm." Sammy backs away, back toward the hot dog still sitting out. He nibbles at it, finding the food comforting given the little adventure of the pinball machine and its ending. "The food knocked you out, and then they knew exactly where to send the Door. It's...I saw it once, just at an angle, from my cage. I looked like pure blackness...nothing else. It grows, and it sits there, and you can fall through it. And it takes you...elsewhere."

Timothy shudders a little; in a way, he's glad he was unconscious for that. He also returns to nibbling at the granola bar he was working on, for the sake of his teeth.

Some time passes. More ominous thumps cause the armadillo to look up from his meal once, but they lead to nothing, as usual. "You know, I'm starting to grow fond of this meat. It's not pure...far from it. And it has water in it. But that's...that's not so bad. It actually reminds me a little of the worms and grubs I used to find in the grotto, with my sister and her children."

WHUMP thump WHUMP thump!

Timothy swallows his granola and shudders a little. "Ugh... can't stand worms. Or grubs. Might eat a cricket or a grasshopper if I'm desperate, but... nuts, berries and fruit is a lot better."

onomatopoeia. onomatopoeia. onomatopoeiaonomatopoeiaonomatopoeiaonomatopoeia

<OOC> Blood says, "XDDDDDDDDd"
<OOC> Sammy omgs.
<OOC> You say, "Someone generalized the problem."

Sammy turns up his snout cheerfully. "I love them, myself. When I can take the time to search them out, I do...but you're right about berries and fruit. They have so many delightful flavors." But then, the strange noises start. Sammy looks up at the ceiling, deciding that the second floor probably isn't very stable at the moment. "Do you think we should go and see what's making all the racket?" he asks.

Timothy blinkblinks at the noises. He shakes his head emphatically. "Better to not go looking for trouble," he reasons.

Sammy nods. He takes one last bite of mustard-stained hot dog and hurries off toward his cage, which is where he prefers to hide when hiding seems called for in this room. It was a place he was forced to stay for dyas while they constructed the alley, but he doesn't hold it against the little space. It has comfortable padding and is nicely dark, anyway.

Three oranges per man, and no one shall eat.

Timothy blinks a little as Sammy goes into his cage. He doesn't think he could stand being inside one of those things willingly anymore, even if the door is left open. He could go back to the small crack in the wall that was his 'home', but he feels he should stay close to the armadillo for a little while at least. Dragging his granola bar with him, he curls up next to the cage, near its entrance, continuing to nibble on the granola.

Sammy pauses before stepping into the cage. "You can come inside, if you like. There's paper in there, and plenty of room." He doesn't want to offend this being which is, for now, his only friend.

Sammy nods humbly. He's a trifle offended...but he doesn't let it get to him. "All right," he says. "I'll be right in here if you need me. Let's hope whatever's making those sounds isn't something...that we have to be afraid of." With that, he creeps slowly into the cage, and pulls the metal mesh door shut with his mouth.

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D'Yana's heavy combat boots clatter onto one of the bowling lanes, her figure pausing as she steps out from behind the pins to allow her eyes to take in the whole sight before her. Her mouth gapes, and her yellow eyes widen in shock. She is simply flabbergasted by completely mad surroundings, the rifle held in her hands dropping to her side.

Timothy smiles and nods slightly. He blinks a little when he pulls the cage door shut, shuddering again. Still can't imagine why someone would willingly do that. He's about to curl up for a nap when he hears the sound of heavy footsteps close by. "Someone's here!" he says to Sammy in a harsh whisper.

More quickly than it closed, the cage door swings open with a clash of metal on wood, and Sammy's snout appears from within. "What? Who..." But he hears, and sees. "What in the wor..." he says, but he can't finish. He darts right back into his cage, and cowers, hoping that this new visitor hasn't come for him.

D'Yana is simply too shocked to move. This isn't where she is supposed to be, this is NOT where she was going, and she has no idea what just happened. One moment, the jungle, on the hunt, the next moment... here. "What...the... hell?" she mutters, finally coming to grips with the fact that she's still conscious and hasn't gone mad. Movement from a cage in the corner catches the dinosaur's sharp eyes, and she swings around, her rifle raised instinctively. "Who goes there? Show yourself!"

Thus thud thud... and the massive paratiger master of the Bowl is behind the newcomer, D'Yana. "I'll have the weapon now." comes the deep basso voice of Blood. Whenever he appears in the alley, all hell seems to break loose. He doesn't take the weapon. He'd rather wait for this one to see her. What a week this has been, first a green-tag mouse and now this? My my my, his seekers sure are feeling creative lately.

Timothy squeaks and immediately dashes behind the cage, ready to bolt from the comparitively huge reptile... and his ears fold back when he hears another voice, a familiar one this time.

Sammy, at first, doesn't know how to react. It could well be that the lizard beast is calling for Blood's...blood. Or it could be that something else...the arcade, perhaps...has attracted her attention. But no...a coward dies a thousand deaths, he says to himself. The armadillo creeps out of his cage and into plain sight, plainly terrified. "Hi," he says "I'm harmless...please don't hurt me."

D'Yana's eyes seem to widen more and she bristles at the call to disarm behind her, a sneer forming on her beak. She ignores the creature in front of her, assuming it to be a ruse for her attention. She pinwheels sharply, ready to do anything but hand over her weapon, and stops cold in her tracks, gulping at the figure before her.

Blood smirks down at the newcomer. "Now, this is most interesting, isn't it?" He crosses his arms in his authoritarian manner, looking down on on D'Yana. "Drop it." He says in a snarl. He means business. A weapon on *his* facility in the hands of unauthorized personnel? Unforgivable. He begins to waft his tail to and fro. Is it any wonder that mammals followed the dinosaurs as most dominant group of animals?

Timothy peers out from behind the cage when Sammy speaks, though he keeps most of himself hidden for now.

D'Yana stares at the unfamiliar alien form of this... thing... menacing her. Like any good soldier, she knows discretion is the better part of valor. This is a fight she won't and can't win, not in sudden unfamiliar surroundings, not with an enemy she doesn't know. Carefully, slowly, she draws her right hand away from the grip and firing stud, turns her gun sideways, and drops it to the ground with a clatter. She eyes the murderous claws on this newcomer and doesn't regret her decision. Besides... she still has her butterfly knife tucked in her vest.

Sammy, however, wonders whether this newcomer may have made the wrong choice. He shivers with fear, out in the open. What if the weapon she had a moment ago is the only way he and the others could ever have escaped? What if she's on his side? "Mnnooo," he squeals involuntarily, and he curls up where he stands. His tail twists around and supports him, and he rocks there, scared beyond most of his wits.

D'Yana quickly glances behind her, alarmed at the wail of dismay, and just as quickly glances back with steely eyes to the confrontation in front of her, her left hand ready to fly up and extract her concealed flip-open blade should she need it, which given the way things are going so far, seems likely.

Timothy blinks a little; to him the dropping of the weapon seems rather stupid--Blood doesn't *seem* armed at the very least. But he's not exactly sure Blood isn't armed, either.

Blood walks over one step and picks up the weapon. "An addition to my worthy collection. Welcome to the facility. I suggest you get comfortable. You're going to be here a long... *long* stay." He looks at the other two. "I sugges you get her familiar, and find her a cell. Experimentation commenced tomorrow." With that, Bloos turns, laughing while examine his new toy.

Sammy rocks forward and back, and suddenly he snaps out of his protective pose, legs flashing awkwardly but quickly onto the floor. "If you can do something," he hisses to the newcomer, "do it now!" Clearly, she +is+ on his side, or at least not completely an enemy, or Blood wouldn't be hers. The way the armadillo moves makes it clear that he's not a happy citizen of this place, wherever it might be.

That is enough for the Lambeosaur to make a judgement call. She should have listened to her gut in the first place! With a practiced movement as the antagonist's back turns, she reaches into the hidden pocket of her shoulder harness and withdraws a folded six inch long metal housing. She flips the metal open in her hand and swings the handle apart to reveal a wickedly sharp blade of equal length. She swings the open knife around in her hand and holds it firmly to the creature's neck, just enough to threaten. "I'd like that back, please..."

Timothy just watches in amazement at the creature's speed, waiting to see what will happen.

Blood looks down at the blade. Ah yes. How careless of the paratiger. Should have confiscated her clothing. He sighs. "I suggest you think good and long about what you are doing." He clips the weapon to his belt and reaches up to grab the blade with his bare paw. Likely cutting it, but uncaring. "If you were to kill me, I doubt you would get far. Paratigers are a hardy warrior-race." He pushes the blade away and points at Sammy. "You! Get over here!"

Sammy hears the order, and he hesitates. He hesitates long, and good, and hard. Then he determines that, despite what seems like something of a stand-off, he can hardly get himself in trouble by coming over. He won't be any harm, himself, and if the tiger wants to kill him, that can be accomplished from anywhere. He skitters across the wooden floor and stands beside the two strong antagonists. "What?"

D'Yana winces as she watches her sharpened blade slice into the meat fo the creature's hand, and comprehends it doesn't seem to be doing anything. This is not good, and apart from the usual business she's used to called "pain." Is this thing on drugs? Does it even feel it? The slight stain of crimson seems to confirm it's not a superficial wound. She keeps hold of her knife and with renewed alarm, D'Yana's free hand shoots up and attempts to put the bigger and obviously stronger creature's arm in a hold, trying to twist it around his back to gain some leverage on the proceedings. She looks down at the other much smaller creature and raises an eyeridge. Some slave, kept against his will?

<OOC> D'Yana says, "I take it back. Shouldn't have dropped the gun. "
<OOC> Sammy jumps up, grabs the gun, and opens fire on the entire room, riddling EVERYTHING and EVERYONE with holes.
<OOC> D'Yana says, "That would be anti-climactic. "
<OOC> You say, "Oh, right. Never mind."

Blood doesn't even humor the dinosaur, though he can definitely appreciate her spirit. He twists and grabs hold of her arms and lifts her up at least a length high into the air, then activates his comm. "Get in here now!" He looks down at Sammy. "I suggest you show to this lizard exactly where she is and how futile her stupidity is. I'm sure even your diminutive intelligence can appreciate that." First things first, he's got to get this test subject stripped. "I owe you for the cut."

Sammy's diminuitive intelligence is having trouble focusing on anything just now. He looks back and forth, confused about what he's expected to do. "But...but what..." Then the pounding of feet emerges from the corridor. Apparently Blood didn't make this visit to the Bowl alone. Other paratigers rush in, or pause outside the corridor--at least four of them, and one or two shorter individuals in full armor whose faces are strange and difficult to identify with anything familiar. One of them steps up and grabs at the dinosaur's legs and tail, meaning to stabilize her. "Situation?" asks one of them in a growly, half-coherent voice.

D'Yana hangs helplessly, startled at the raw ferocity of her assailant and equally startled when more show up. She should have shot the lot of them, she muses, as powerful arms grab her now helpless position.

Blood looks at his men. "with weapons trained on her at all times, take her, strip her, search her, and reintroduce her to her friends. Make sure to search her thoroughly and bring me all weapons you find. She's a feisty one. Burn her clothing." He looking down at his paw and flexes it. "And tell the medic to bring me some polygauze." He lets go of her, not caring if she dangles or hits her head on the bowling alley floor. Then, to Sammy. "And I suggest you show her just where she is. Have her look out the window or something!" He turns and stalks off down the corridor, leaving his subordinates to their task.

They perform their job quickly and effectively, using a little bit of roughness here and there just when hope appears to be coming back to the saurian, just when they've been gentle for too long. They realize this one is a very real danger. "Sir," one of them says, before Blood departs. "We don't have a place on board capable of securing this subject. We'll have to have the builders make modifications. You may want to plan not to return in person for a couple of days." Sammy just stands and listens and nods, saying nothing. D'yana's clothes are stripped...

D'Yana fumes at the order given in regards to her. The whole situation is insanity on top of madness, and she still has no idea what's going on. She's about to attempt to break free when the hulking animal's hands simply let go, catching her off gaurd as she falls to the wooden lane with a loud "smack." Her first instinct is to attempt escape, trying to crawl away, until she's swiftly grabbed back and restrained. After that, it's a blur of struggle and degradation as her armor and equipment is stripped, she's reduced to just her jumpsuit beneath, and even that is torn away to her black bra and panties. She loses track of where she is and what's going on for a time, no less confused than when this started...

Blood pauses, and turns back to his subordinates. "Very well. But if she keeps making herself too much trouble, prepare her for euthanization. Be sure to inform me when her visiting hours are restored." He walks back toward D'Yana. "Welcome to the Armadillo Bowl, lizard. Remember that your behavior in this test will influence knowledge in the years to come. I doubt that matters to lesser creatures like *you* three." He laughs again and turns, and is again, going down the hall, happy to see her induction go well.

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