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Thornwood Asylum For The Criminal Insane- A Villain Roleplay. (Closed Indefinitely)

PROFESSOR PERFECTION and Kailani - in "How Many Licks To The Center Of a Janet Pop"

From above to below, the alien crashed into a hall devoid of other people. Sirens blared distantly and warning strobes pulsed overhead, but the guard detail for the end of this hallway had evidently gone to meet her friends upstairs. Here, the cells were mostly empty, aside from the one she had landed in front of.

Behind a layer of bulletproof glass was a room that was curiously beige. The walls, ceiling, floor, and the lone piece of furniture - a narrow bookshelf - were painted in a uniform light brown. Lacking the usual amenities afforded to the prisoners of the Borehole, the oddly casual decoration gave it an even more surreal appearance. A very faint whirring noise was coming from the center of the room, and its lone occupant.

There was a lone pedestal-like thing, a polished black color, and on top of it was a pale head that gave little alarm towards the hulking beast. She lowered an articulated mechanical pincer that came out from a panel in her hull, holding a book between rubber-capped manipulators, and slowly turned her tired eyes toward the creature.

"Wrong floor." Her voice was deadpan as it emitted from a tinny speaker hidden somewhere in her device's form. "If you're planning on getting out, go up. Not down. This isn't difficult."

The alien’s smaller back legs merely wiggled in the air for a moment, bicycling in a daze. After a moment the deadpan voice seemed to register, a startling contrast from the faint sounds of fighting above, and the great creature finally rolled onto her front with the sound of carapace scraping against concrete.

No eyes were visible as the creature seemingly focused on the cell, but an outburst of chittering quickly filled the air as it promptly became distracted from its fight. The alien hopped up, wiggled, and leapt at the glass - and before it landed, the much smaller form of a human girl was there as though replaced in a blink, hands pressed to the glass.

“Wow, you’re the weirdest looking human I’ve seen yet! And I must’ve seen nearly all of them by now!”

The change in expression as the figure in front of her cell shifted from monster to human without warning was barely registerable. Just a brief raise of the eyebrow that came and went without fanfare. The whirring in her cell briefly was joined by a whining from below the pedestal - it became clear now that there was a set of metal clamps that held her in place firmly, built into the floor. The effort to move closer to the glass went to waste.

"Young. Great." She momentarily returned to reading, before looking back at the transformed girl. "I promise you that there's far stranger people than me out in this world. If you're trying to escape, maybe you'll see some of them." A brief burst of bubbles formed up from her respirator as the speakers transmitted a sigh. "And if you're not here to get me out, take your hands off the glass. You'll leave marks all over it."

Kailani’s head tilted to the side at the sound of a strange whining, but she couldn’t quite make out what the person in front of her was trying to convey with it. Also, who’s whines came from their … feet? A strange human indeed!

“Oh yeah, I’m escaping right now. There’s lots of other strange people upstairs, but- marks?” Her eyes trailed to the glass, and the alien lifted her human hands to investigate the faint ghost of her fingerprints that was left behind. “Oh!”

She promptly stuck her tongue out and licked one of the fingerprints away, but it left a streak of saliva in its wake. That didn’t work.

Making a thoughtful hum at this new conundrum, Kailani turned her gaze to the door at her right. She took the few steps over and crouched down, leaning in. If she could just get her mouth close enough to press a tooth into the keyhole, like - there! A chunk of the door was torn away and disappeared into the girl’s mouth, and with an unprecedented speed more and more of the door was eaten until there was a hole big enough for her head.

Which she used to eat a line to the fingerprints, the glass cracking in great shards that the small girl swallowed without hesitation, until the section of glass with her fingerprints had disappeared down her gullet.

“... There! Fixed!”

A pause.

“... Well, bye!”

Though it was almost certainly lost on the girl, there was a growing consternation that only just showed on the head's faded features. It didn't take much to convince her that this girl quite enjoyed licking window panes as a pastime; she already came across like that sort of person, and every two words out of her mouth only made that more clear. Her estimation was dropping by the second.

The fact that a large portion of the glass keeping her contained was removed all-but instantly was a plus, though. She watched her tear a hole straight through the glass with the same terse gaze, and replied with a monotone "Thank you" once she was done.

...and then she watched her back turn on her.

Immediately, she barked "WAIT."

Something within her pedestal shot a subconscious signal that her blood pressure was increasing, and automatic measures were being taken to regulate it. Her face was still frozen impassionately, but her mind briefly raced in anger before she quelled it. Controlled it. Made it useful to herself.

"Please." If the girl turned back around, she'd see the head do a small nod in her direction. "My name is Janet. I'm not a fan of this prison - much as you might not be - and I wish to be freed. Unfortunately..." her dark eyes traveled downward, indicating her bindings, "I can't on my own. I'd need someone to free me and then carry me with them."

A pause.

"I'm requesting you do that. Specifically you. Now."

"...If you do, I'll tell you about more strange people." Sometimes, a carrot was required. This may be one of those times.

Kailani froze mid step - or at least tried to, and nearly tripped over herself - before turning around at the command to wait. She quickly beamed as Janet talked, mentally filing the strange person away as another big talker. Her favorite kind of people, really! So, when the ‘Janet’ requested help, even though Kailani was under no agreement with her like the others she was escaping with…

”Okay! I’d like to hear more about people! I’m Kailani.” She climbed through the whole she made easily, once more nearly tripping as her bare foot caught against the edge, and quickly trotted over. She crouched down and made a thoughtful hum as she stared at the pedestal and the strange apparatus.

”Which… which part is you?”

"It's the chassis, not the arresting system built into the floor." She glanced to the side for a moment, knowing that would go over poorly, before she rephrased. The insult of many a prior hero was recalled: "I'm the thing that looks like a trash can, and everything above it. The head, the bowl. Below that, the metal...grabbing bits. Eat those, and you can take me with you."

She quickly retracted the grasping appendage into her hull before it could get confused with the binders.

For a moment the alien only stared at the apparatus blankly as Janet tried to explain, that smile fixed on her face even as her brows furrowed. However, the clarification had her perking up and she quickly nodded. "Right, eat the grabby bits! I can do that." She flattened herself to the floor, not seeming to feel demeaned at all as she promptly ripped out the metal pieces locking the wheels in place at the front, then scrambled to the back to repeat it. Once she straightened out Kailani beamed.

"Okay, let's get back to the others, Janet! I can't wait for you to meet the talky words man, and Ameliya, and there was a lady who gave me candy at-" The rest of her words continued, but in a decidedly less human manner as her form exploded outward, all claws and jaws and the heavy carapace. However, the chittering continued even as she easily picked up the entire 'apparatus' in one giant front paw, and promptly walked through the rest of the glass barrier to go back to the elevators.

The faux-amniotic fluid in her jar sloshed around as she was picked up, her head jostling with it. Her eyes were fixed to the girl's hands, being the massive things they turned into, and would've be quick to tell her if she was grasping her form too tightly. Given the damage that Kailani brought to the room around her, it wouldn't surprise her if she could crush her chassis like a can. Fortunately, somewhat amazingly, nothing broke or bent.

She didn't respond much to the now-monster's garbled rambling, knowing that agreeing too much would've just gotten her to detransform and slow the process down. All in all, there was a great chance that this would end up poorly and they'd all be recaptured, but if it didn't...

...she hoped that Talky Words Man, Ameliya, Candy Lady and the others could make up for her carrier's attention span. Freedom mattered little if the solitude of a prison cell was preferable.

Please. Let it be so.

Thornwood Asylum For The Criminal Insane- A Villain Roleplay. (Closed Indefinitely)

Professor Perfection

Name: Janet Bridgerson
Known Aliases: Prof. Perfection
Age: 107
Appearance: A severed head stuck inside of a half-spherical jar, attached to a black pedestal. Her face is pale and her hair is white; she looks roughly middle aged despite her actual age, and her eyes are narrow and dark. Most of her face is covered by a large respiration device that is hooked into the pedestal itself, and it's suspended in some kind of fluid. Her pedestal has simple white ridges running down it, wheels hidden underneath, and is otherwise featureless to the outside observer.

Psyche Profile: Janet displays very little outward emotion, and while she does possess the capability for emotional response, testing has revealed it as being very stunted. She seems to hold no regard for life other than her own, and regards most things around her with cold spite. She does feel camaraderie in some cases, mostly with those she has attempted to lead on failed escape attempts over the years, but she rarely continues those relationships past the point of them being useful. She has made few request for accommodations despite the extreme nature of her confinement, largely revolving around being allowed brief excursions outdoors (largely denied) and reading material (approved in most cases). Displays obvious narcissism, but generally doesn't speak often.

Background: In the course of the United States' involvement in WW2, a novel life support project was given a green light - simple extensions of the iron lung to work as replacement organs in the case of serious trauma, with the hopes that more elegant solutions could be devised when the war was over. Thanks to Dr. Bridgerson and people like her, though, the scope of the project was greatly expanded - they found simplistic-yet-effective methods of allowing a soldier's remaining nervous system to control prosthetics. The obvious applications were going to revolutionize medicine if they could be refined, but the D.o.W. could imagine the incredible combat applications. The Nazi "Eisenmänner" program, in reality, would never reach mass-production thanks to Allied super-agent efforts, but the specter of German fighting machines hung over the heads of Allied strategy-makers.

Unfortunately, towards the end of the war - April 3rd, 1945, a little more than a month before Germany would surrender - with the project continuing briskly, it was brought to a halt by an equipment explosion that gravely wounded Dr. Bridgerson. The only option available to paramedics, aided by her research team, was to put her into one of the functioning early iron lung-like prosthetics. It'd remove almost all of her mobility, but they prayed for it to work.

And it did! Dr. Bridgerson's work had ended up saving her life. Unfortunately, since she was the first and only test subject with this level of damage, she was kept inside the machine for further research. Time passed, and her support for the project eventually turned cold as she was kept hooked up for almost 20 years - spending almost every day staring at the ceiling with nothing to do but watch her colleagues poke at her. This came to a head when she managed to usurp control of one of the prototype prosthetic suits and burn her way out of that laboratory with little in mind but self-serving revenge.

From around 1963 to 1997 she was quite famous as the self-proclaimed smartest mind the world had ever known, and the grand scale of her schemes had made her quite infamous - enough that, at the end of that time period, she was quickly and quietly confined to The Borehole without the simplest freedom of movement. Previous attempts at incarceration had failed spectacularly, so they didn't feel like risking it and simply keep her locked down in her room.

Skills, Talents and Learning: Extremely intelligent, far beyond simple genius level. Her capability for quick learning is near-unmatched in fellow humans, and in general she maintains a wide breadth of knowledge. Her scientific knowledge extends into the theoretical but largely revolves around computers, machinery and robotics; she has the knowledge needed to create new thinking machines to suit just about any need. Despite last being imprisoned in the Windows95 era, has kept up with modern computing and network security.

Power(s) and Capabilities: On her own, none. Her pedestal previously had a large amount of redundant weaponry and capabilities built in, such as lasers, jet-powered flight, electrified hull plating, remote computer control devices, and the like. All of these have been removed. The pedestal is still very durable, could probably take a tank shell and not break, but all it can do is move and prolong her life indefinitely.

Power Limits: Her ability to create gadgets and weaponry is entirely limited by the resources available to her and the time to utilize them. Her mental capacity is astounding, but limited by shortsighted decisions made out of spite.

Known Vulnerabilities: She's a severed head in a jar and is entirely dependent on advanced prosthetics to both survive and interact with the world around her. The pedestal she's currently housed in has been fully compromised by the powers that be; she has no control of it that isn't handed to her, its self-defense features have been physically removed, and it can be remotely locked down at any time.
Motives: By this point she simply harbors hatred for all humanity and would like it if she could either get rid of it or fully subjugate it. There have been rumors of hidden "Perfect Bunkers" laying out in some remote part of the world, and it is assumed she would make a beeline for them if she had the opportunity to leave.

Recommended Containment Procedures: A history of successful escape attempts by rallying other prisoners has proven troublesome enough to warrant surveillance when interacting with other prisoners. Her movement is to be locked down overnight. Despite lacking any means of manipulating technology, it is recommended to make a log of whatever technology is brought into her cell on the persons of guards/caretakers. Due to the continuing obsolescence of her equipment, a monthly diagnostic check is required.

Notes: None at all, keep moving.

Thornwood Asylum For The Criminal Insane- A Villain Roleplay. (On Temporary Hiatus)

Yes, please!

Thornwood Asylum For The Criminal Insane- A Villain Roleplay. (On Temporary Hiatus)

Thank you, but I think it'd be better for future people if you edited the OP to reflect that it's an RP that already started. I thought I was the first person to sign up at this point. Am I accepted?

Thornwood Asylum For The Criminal Insane- A Villain Roleplay. (On Temporary Hiatus)

Name: Janet Bridgerson
Known Aliases: Prof. Perfection
Age: 107
Appearance: A severed head stuck inside of a half-spherical jar, attached to a black pedestal. Her face is pale and her hair is white; she looks roughly middle aged despite her actual age, and her eyes are narrow and dark. Most of her face is covered by a large respiration device that is hooked into the pedestal itself, and it's suspended in some kind of fluid. Her pedestal has simple white ridges running down it, wheels hidden underneath, and is otherwise featureless to the outside observer.

Psyche Profile: Janet displays very little outward emotion, and while she does possess the capability for emotional response, testing has revealed it as being very stunted. She seems to hold no regard for life other than her own, and regards most things around her with cold spite. She does feel camaraderie in some cases, mostly with those she has attempted to lead on failed escape attempts over the years, but she rarely continues those relationships past the point of them being useful. She has made few request for accommodations despite the extreme nature of her confinement, largely revolving around being allowed brief excursions outdoors (largely denied) and reading material (approved in most cases). Displays obvious narcissism, but generally doesn't speak often.

Background: In the course of the United States' involvement in WW2, a novel life support project was given a green light - simple extensions of the iron lung to work as replacement organs in the case of serious trauma, with the hopes that more elegant solutions could be devised when the war was over. Thanks to Dr. Bridgerson and people like her, though, the scope of the project was greatly expanded - they found simplistic-yet-effective methods of allowing a soldier's remaining nervous system to control prosthetics. The obvious applications were going to revolutionize medicine if they could be refined, but the D.o.W. could imagine the incredible combat applications. The Nazi "Eisenmänner" program, in reality, would never reach mass-production thanks to Allied super-agent efforts, but the specter of German fighting machines hung over the heads of Allied strategy-makers.

Unfortunately, towards the end of the war - April 3rd, 1945, a little more than a month before Germany would surrender - with the project continuing briskly, it was brought to a halt by an equipment explosion that gravely wounded Dr. Bridgerson. The only option available to paramedics, aided by her research team, was to put her into one of the functioning early iron lung-like prosthetics. It'd remove almost all of her mobility, but they prayed for it to work.

And it did! Dr. Bridgerson's work had ended up saving her life. Unfortunately, since she was the first and only test subject with this level of damage, she was kept inside the machine for further research. Time passed, and her support for the project eventually turned cold as she was kept hooked up for almost 20 years - spending almost every day staring at the ceiling with nothing to do but watch her colleagues poke at her. This came to a head when she managed to usurp control of one of the prototype prosthetic suits and burn her way out of that laboratory with little in mind but self-serving revenge.

From around 1963 to 1997 she was quite famous as the self-proclaimed smartest mind the world had ever known, and the grand scale of her schemes had made her quite infamous - enough that, at the end of that time period, she was quickly and quietly confined to The Borehole without the simplest freedom of movement. Previous attempts at incarceration had failed spectacularly, so they didn't feel like risking it and simply keep her locked down in her room.

Skills, Talents and Learning: Extremely intelligent, far beyond simple genius level. Her capability for quick learning is near-unmatched in fellow humans, and in general she maintains a wide breadth of knowledge. Her scientific knowledge extends into the theoretical but largely revolves around computers, machinery and robotics; she has the knowledge needed to create new thinking machines to suit just about any need. Despite last being imprisoned in the Windows95 era, has kept up with modern computing and network security.

Power(s) and Capabilities: On her own, none. Her pedestal previously had a large amount of redundant weaponry and capabilities built in, such as lasers, jet-powered flight, electrified hull plating, remote computer control devices, and the like. All of these have been removed. The pedestal is still very durable, could probably take a tank shell and not break, but all it can do is move and prolong her life indefinitely.

Power Limits: Her ability to create gadgets and weaponry is entirely limited by the resources available to her and the time to utilize them. Her mental capacity is astounding, but limited by shortsighted decisions made out of spite.

Known Vulnerabilities: She's a severed head in a jar and is entirely dependent on advanced prosthetics to both survive and interact with the world around her. The pedestal she's currently housed in has been fully compromised by the powers that be; she has no control of it that isn't handed to her, its self-defense features have been physically removed, and it can be remotely locked down at any time.
Motives: By this point she simply harbors hatred for all humanity and would like it if she could either get rid of it or fully subjugate it. There have been rumors of hidden "Perfect Bunkers" laying out in some remote part of the world, and it is assumed she would make a beeline for them if she had the opportunity to leave.

Recommended Containment Procedures: A history of successful escape attempts by rallying other prisoners has proven troublesome enough to warrant surveillance when interacting with other prisoners. Her movement is to be locked down overnight. Despite lacking any means of manipulating technology, it is recommended to make a log of whatever technology is brought into her cell on the persons of guards/caretakers. Due to the continuing obsolescence of her equipment, a monthly diagnostic check is required.

Notes: I hope this RP takes off!