Midpoint Mods ([personal profile] midpointmods) wrote in [community profile] midpointsaloon2020-05-08 08:33 pm

Welcome To Your Life (Jailbreak Mingle)

You find yourself in jail. An old-fashioned, dusty jail: three cells wide, six foot to a side and below ground level, judging from the tiny barred window half a foot from the ceiling, that looks out onto a flat expanse. Shimmering heat waves are already starting to form, the sun already burning hot, but your cell is comfortably cool and dry.

And empty. The only things in your cell are a sturdy plank bench, chained to the wall like a hammock, a solid-looking pillow and a hairy blanket sitting thereon. Any items you might have had on your person are sitting on the wall opposite your cell, nearly four feet away from the iron bars holding you: propped up on wooden shelves, hanging from thick metal hooks, or sitting on the floor if the item is particularly large.

Outside the occasional jangle of leather and metal, and the occasional chuffing breigh suggests that there must be horses outside, but otherwise the area is silent. Before too long, though, there's the sound of footsteps and jangling keys echoing from upstairs, getting louder and clearer as someone makes their way down to you...

I. Sooey Jail

The view from the windows drops off quite suddenly, about a mile past the bare scrubland bushes and occasional screeching roadrunner. In the distance, a plume of smoke is the only sign of a freight train rushing along its tracks, until the faint echo of its whistle hits the ear. While Inara Serra will likely be entirely unimpressed by the lacking cell, Daylight vis Lornlit will find it's far too small for him. Bucky Barnes is near silent as he dismounts outside.

II. Southern Point

The walls of the cells here are distinctly discoloured to nearly five feet high, an ugly brown with black mold growing in the cracks around the benches and corners of the room. The air is musty and damp, in sharp contrast to the hot, dry wind that blows in through the windows. Quicksword Irene will find her ever-present claymore on the wrong side of the bars, but Hajime Aikawa has company behind his - Ryo has come along, too. The sound of Fuwa tying his horse up is interrupted by a sharp yelp of annoyance.

III. Mountain Hole

The windows are cast in shade in these morning hours, which makes the cells distinctly cooler than the glimpses of clear blue sky and rolling heat waves suggest. Fully grown trees with needle-like leaves are visible outside, and the keen might just hear the echo of a chugging train. Taako will no doubt find the scene familiar; Yoda as well, if less sandy than some oft complained about; Jiro Azuma is undoubtedly the most confused here. Rocket and Groot can be heard outside, approaching and bickering.

IV. Dead Man's Doorstep

The higher the sun rises, the warmer it gets in the cells; even before midday it's unspeakably stuffy, and the hot breeze carries light waves of sand into the cells. The sound of ropes creaking, gentle and intermittent, under the strain of something heavy echoes through the cells, adding a disconcerting background noise to the already alarming context. Jo Harvelle will find sand in her hair; Sara Lance finds it everywhere else. Outside, Misty Day and Sam Wilson tie their horses together, and brace for their new teammates.
elderflowermacarons: (hee)

[personal profile] elderflowermacarons 2020-05-13 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
The snoring stops, but that's the only change. He remains draped bonelessly at what most be the most uncomfortable angle possible, stretched out on the floor with one leg propped on the bench and the other draped over the chain, arms behind his head. The hat muffles the languid reply that comes after a pause just long enough to be annoying. "Woken up in a lot of jails, my dude. So far, this one fails to impress. Sell me."
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[personal profile] quitsmiling 2020-05-13 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm the one with the keys, a-hole," Rocket says irritably, already over these sassy jerks apparently assigned to his team this rond. "You want out, you oughta be sellin' me. I leave you here, you don't get to eat until next round."
elderflowermacarons: (wist)

[personal profile] elderflowermacarons 2020-05-13 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
Having never met an obstacle he couldn't eventually blast his way past (and expecting rescue any minute anyway), he's not too intimidated by this threat. But he's a sibling, and he knows how that back and forth will go. There are more interesting questions here. "What's in it for you?" He has a key, he's down here for a reason.
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[personal profile] quitsmiling 2020-05-13 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Rocket shrugs, folding his arms and looking vaguely bored, as much as a raccoon in short jeans and a ratty vest can look anyway. "Help on the next job, and payment to make life more comfortable. Same for you, too, if you actually do your job. You're pretty stuck here, now, just like the rest of us."
elderflowermacarons: (hey punkin)

[personal profile] elderflowermacarons 2020-05-14 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
Taako is sometimes very fast. He's the flip wizard, after all, even if his time in Wonderland took a bit of that agility from him. It certainly seems that too little time passes to go from sprawled out pile of elf under giant hat to elf leaning conspiratorially against the bars, hat at a jaunty and mysterious tilt. "Next time, lead with, 'we're gonna pay you,' mon frer."
quitsmiling: (determined)

[personal profile] quitsmiling 2020-05-15 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not gonna pay you, idiot, the game makers pay you, if our team wins the round. And it ain't units or cash or even gold, it's in points-- basically it's all a credit system," Rocket explains with a shrug, but he does reach up and stick the key in the lock to let him out. "So what's your name, mercenary boy?"

That sounds almost amiable. Rocket understands people motivated by greed. That's normal.
elderflowermacarons: (revenge of beach boy)

[personal profile] elderflowermacarons 2020-05-17 03:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Boo, gold is better. But he's not unfamiliar with economies that run on stupid shit. He can work with that. "Uh, I'm Taako? Y'know, from TV?" He knows perfectly well that if he's been kidnapped to someplace and rescuers didn't bust in within the first twenty minutes then he is very probably someplace weird. Whether the Voidfish's song reached wherever this is will give him some information.

Also, it's fun to be a cocky asshole.
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[personal profile] quitsmiling 2020-05-21 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, okay." Clearly unimpressed, and quite possibly not sure what either of those things are. The cell door swings open. "I'm Rocket. I'm gonna be in charge here, since nobody else on my damn team knows anything about any of this, clearly. Except Groot, and nobody takes orders from Groot."

Particularly since nobody can understand Groot properly except him.
elderflowermacarons: (agent of istus)

[personal profile] elderflowermacarons 2020-05-21 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
No voidfish. Fuck. That's a little more worrisome. His best bet for getting out of here is probably the reaper squad, but he's pretty sure anywhere the Raven Queen's influence extended, so did the song. "Well, I left the Speak With Plants thing to the cleric, so that's just as well." He looks loftily down at Rocket. "My badger's a little rusty, you don't speak Mongoose, do you?" Yes, he's been conversing in perfectly understandably Common the whole time. Just being an asshole.
quitsmiling: (ew)

[personal profile] quitsmiling 2020-05-27 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
Rocket flicks an ear, unimpressed. "Har har. Like I ain't heard that a hundred times. Every new species got a new thing they think I am. Just leave it."

"I am Groot," Groot puts in.

"Sure, it's better than raccoon, but not by much," Rocket snorts. He scampers back over to the tree-person and up. "Come get your crap, buddy, and we'll get this dumb-ass show on the road."
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[personal profile] elderflowermacarons 2020-05-27 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, if you're going to be that obvious about being bothered, he doesn't have to work very hard. Taako glides past him to the wall, where he can't help but notice most things he owns are missing. Most things he owns are magic, after all. There's the shortsword he has almost never used, but does like to have around as extra insurance. A handful of books. And a long, red umbrella that he peers at a moment before slinging it over his wrist.