dementedwombat;14226977 wrote:Suddenly, your musings are interrupted by the sound of the cell door grinding open. A Servitor and an orderly enter. The Servitor immediately grapples you and the orderly produces a syringe from a pocket of his coat. You feel a sharp prick in your neck. The last thing you hear before passing out is the attendant muttering "The Inquisitor has special plans for you. He'll make you wish you were dead before he's done ."
After what seems like an eternity of drifting through blackness, you regain consciousness. You have a splitting headache and you're seeing double; it feels like someone's exploded a melta-bomb inside your head. After a few seconds, you become aware enough to realize you are not in your cell anymore nor are you in the interrogation room. This room is unfamiliar to you.
Holding your head to stop your brain from falling out, you stand up and take stock of your surroundings. The room appears to be approximately 50ft. square and the walls are made of matte gray metal. There are no obvious entrances or exits. Archaic fluorescent lights hang from mounts about 10 feet overhead, casting only a shadowy illumination in the room. No doubt the persistent hum created by the lights was approved of by some warden to unnerve the prisoners.
Take the opportunity to post your character sheets now, as well as what you'd most likely be doing in the room. Have your characters get to know each other; have some fun role-playing. When you're ready, I'll continue the adventure.
-approved by seTiny