All in our Minds (Reboot)

[Black Icee]

It was interesting, Eight supposed, the people she had barely just met were already rattling off their life stories at the slightest provocation. Although subject 10 seemed to be tight lipped as usual, she had caught the look he gave her, it didn’t tell her much but from one stoic to another it was more than enough, it was also probably fair to assume that he suspected her of something, the question she asked was certainly worth the suspicion.
“Well then James, it appears that you and I have something in common, because as far as I can tell my memories are intact as well.”

It was at that moment that the speakers boomed out, telling them to leave.
“Well then, It was nice meeting you all.”
As her number was called Eight stood and promptly moved to the door she entered through, as the door began to open she turned to the group and with a slight bow added.
“Tot ziens, en veel succes.” She smiled before leaving with the two guards in full gear.

[Imperfectionist]

Eight and Ten... Neither of them have lost any memories, the lucky bastards. And... do they seem almost... smug? Like, they're lording it over the rest of us? This whole thing is just a game to them... Man, that pisses me off. Well, you know what? Fuck 'em. Yeah, they can play their game, and count me out. I won't be an object for their fascination as well as the scientists'...

With that, his number was called over the intercom, and he greeted his six guards at the door with a very large smile, exclaiming "My friends! I missed you in there, you know that?" They had no reaction, only shifting slightly in their posture. They were well trained, after all. The leader held out a pair of his special gauntlets, and the boy suddenly decided to try his luck with a new strategy: a two-part construct, with the purpose of redirecting the electricity down into the ground. Thinking and creating quickly as he slipped the gauntlets on, the first part involved a thin covering for his hands, one that would block the current if there was somewhere for it to go. The second was a pair of tubes extending from this covering, which traveled under his clothes to the ground, completing a circuit that didn't involve his body at all, and thus (as long as he could maintain it) allowed him to create freely. He couldn't help but giggle a little at the revelation, but the guards paid no mind; they were used to Ix making noise and cracking up whenever they accompanied him. To complete the deception, at certain intervals Ix simulated being shocked by the gauntlets, and they appeared to accept it. He was lucky that they didn't make any noise when they shocked, or it would be considerably harder to fake.

Now he had something new to practice, a new strategy for circumventing his security. The second strategy, which he hoped to implement as soon as possible, was the syringe-catch, where he didn't allow any drugs to get to his blood-stream, instead catching them in a capsule when they exited the syringe. It would require very small and precise creation, but with practice, he felt he could do it. The final goal for such a system would be overcoming the tranq-darts the guards employed, faking unconsciousness to gain some element of surprise... He let himself be lost in these plans and ideas as he was brought back to his room, and the guards never seemed the wiser.

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Later, however, the squad leader put the following in his report to Sergeant Keel: "At first, it seemed the gauntlets were operational, but as we continued to the subject's cell, the shocks were less and less frequent. Perhaps they need to be redesigned, or the pair we had were faulty, but I think it had something to do with the subject. My recommendation is to relay this to the doctors, and get some new kind of security for him. A free subject Nine... Sir, I must admit, the thought is frightening."

[FocusedIntent]

Thinking over Dr. Bose inquiry about who she would like to meet with first Dr. Teasley says politely, “I would like to keep this as impartial as possible so I will meet with them by numerological order.” Her first thought was to say that she would start with the small numbers and work her way up, but that would mean meeting with subject five first. Glancing at Jonathan and considering how he would react to that Dr.Teasley decides it would be better if she started with the highest number and worked her way down to subject five hopefully giving her enough time to calm down from this no doubt exciting encounter.

Looking back at Dr. Bose, Dr. Teasley says, “I would like to meet with subject twenty two first if that is alright with you doctor?” Then looking over at Jonathan she says “I fully understand your concerns about them escaping. I have the utmost confidence in you and your men. That is why I’m going to push the subjects as hard as I can to develop their abilities fully and I know that no matter how strong they get you will be able to contain them isn’t that right Jonathan?” Dr. Teasley smiles at Jonathan and bats her eye lashes at him before looking back toward the monitors to watch the subjects leave the common room.

[sinisnalp]

Subject 22: Manipulator of Gravity
Current Status: Personality 1, confused
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So it seems she had a name again. Better yet, she possibly has even made a friend! “I wonder if I will get to make even more friends. Some of them still seem a little scary, but maybe they are actually nice. Maybe I should try talking to them some more?” But before 22 could act upon this thought, they received the message that group time was coming to an end. 22 did her best to comply, not wanting to risk the chance to make another friend. Maybe next time she could show them more of her powers, maybe even let them try that low gravity bubble she liked to make. They seemed to like that.

This thought process continued until she realized that they weren’t actually heading back to her room. “Um… excuse me? Aren’t we supposed to be heading back to our cells?” 22 asked one of the guards. They seemed to mostly ignore her. Unlike the one scientist, most guards didn’t really talk to her. It was why she usually didn’t bother. Instead of her cell, she found she was taken to some strange room…

[Sharagran]

Subject 7 - Jonathan Proudfoot

James Bond and the loli still remembered everything, go figure. There seemed to be something going on between the two, too, and Jon decided it was something he would not delve into. Stuff would probably go way over his head anyway; they seemed like an educated bunch. When the female half of the pair left and spoke to the group in a language he could only describe as extraterrestrial, Jonathan gave her a Vulcan salute and replied in his surprisingly accurate Nimoy impression: "Live long and prosper."

The meeting was starting to thin, and when his number was called, he turned to those left and pumped his fists into the air as a goodbye gesture.

"Thank you Washingtooooooon!" he screamed as if on a rockstage, "it's been great!"

"Cut the sass, Seven," a familiar voice chimed in.

"Coming dear!"

With a small skip in his step, Jon made his way to the now open security door and came face to face with the Lieutenant; flanked by four guards while twirling a pair of shock cuffs around her index finger. "If you promise to behave," she began as the doors slid closed, "I won't push the button as soon as these babies are on you."

"Aww, you know you like to push my buttons."

"Now that was just horrible," she shot back, getting a 'yeah I know' shrug in return, "but... if you can manage to cut the innuendo, or better yet, quit talking altogether, I might just pull a few strings to move you ahead on the waiting line for your psych evaluation." Before Jon could protest as to how the hell that was supposed to benefit him, she cut him off with a quick 'a-tut-tut-tut', "there's a new psychiatrist in town. She happens to be a woman, and not too shabby in the looks department either."

"Ooo..." he whispered before metaphorically zipping his mouth shut, "nm smnds frm mm!"

"There's a good boy."

Once the cuffs were secured and the group began to move, Jon's eyes immediately shot towards her buttocks (which swayed in a manner most satisfactory), and would remain locked there for the rest of the way. After all, she never said anything about appreciating her physique.

[Zombiedude101]

For the remainder of his time in the common room, Nathan remained relatively quite, having decided against risking the unintended provocation of one of the others. He maintained his focus on Riley for a while, hoping to keep her cool and relaxed, until eventually he began to feel the fatiguing effects of both having utilised his 'ability' for such a prolonged period of time, and because of the fact that he could feel her violent, unstable personality creeping into his own mind. Leaning back against the wall, he spent the remainer of his time trying to stave off a headache, until two guards came to collect him. As per usual, they had him blindfolded and, whilst kept out of cuffs for the time being, they were still cautious in his presence, in case he tried to pull another one of those stunts like before. Eventually he was back in his cell, his blindfold removed and now he had the opportunity to try and rest his head on the soft embrace of a pillow.

[Black Icee]

Subject Eight was actually quite pleased with how the day had turned out, that was until she remembered the situation that she was in, which came with it’s own batch of melancholy.
The girl glanced at one of the guards behind her, them both standing about three feet behind her with their rifles at the ready, they certainly didn’t take any chances and with what she had just seen from people like subject 5 natural selection might just have something to do with that.

And so, she was back on the long walk back to what she could oh so affectionately call her room, she mentally rolled her eyes at the notion, the slight pitter patter of her plimsolls and the clatter of the insulated uniforms behind her being the only things to break the silence.
Something about having two guards following her, watching her every move gave Eight the slightest hint of a power kick, but having bodyguards was something that she was used to from her previous life... She was almost feeling... Nostalgia maybe?

[Megafire7]

Dr. Alexander Bose

Well, Teasley was not going to help keep the delicate balance of power between the scientists and security. Oh well. Keel would set her straight soon enough, or perhaps the Subjects would instead. It didn't really matter. She was not in charge of the development of their abilities. That was Bose's task, much like developing the equipment Keel needed to help his security protocols. He really hoped he could delegate something to Teasley, at least, if only to make his job easier, but for now she was only making his life worse.

"Twenty two should be fine to start with, I'm sure," he told the woman. "I wish you good luck." He had some evaluations to get to on his own.

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Subject 10 - James Savage

James was the last to leave, as he had expected. It was an interesting group of people to say the least. Not altogether much to work with at the moment, however, although a few of them had potential. He had tried to make some friends, at least, although there were a few things he just would not stand for and several of them embodied exactly that sort of behaviour.
"Subject 10," the familiar voice of Sergeant Keel boomed over the speakers in the common room.
James did not respond to the number, he just happened to be walking in the direction of the door already. It opened in front of him and he strolled out, his arms behind his back to give the guards just enough time to handcuff him before he set off towards his cell, moving slowly enough for everyone else to be able to keep up and perhaps hold the illusions that they were taking the lead.