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undergrounds2016-03-15 04:02 pm
tearmeanewone) wrote in undergrounds2016-03-15 04:02 pm
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[Open and Closed] Hypnotic Takin' Over Me
Who: Elizabeth DeWitt, Eames, Lancelot, Simon, Alex, and assorted welcome guests!
What: Mind Control School is in session, Elizabeth has a mind to shut it down.
When: March 14th-16th
Where: Fontaine's School for Young Women in Camden, a cafe in Westminster
Warnings: Violence/mind control in Part III
[Part I, the 14th - Closed to Eames and Alex]
Before her class even steps through the gates, Elizabeth can feel the dark magic caked on the walls of the building. It's a familiar and unpleasant feeling that brings her back to times before she'd arrived in London, but focus comes quickly enough when she realizes that whether she wants to or not she's going inside the school with the rest of her fellow engineering students. She keeps herself alert as they meet their tour guide and enter.
The inside seems normal. Quiet, because, as the guide explains, the girls are all in class. But she promises that in a few minutes, they'll change classrooms and Elizabeth's class can see how perfectly the layout facilitates the flow of foot traffic from one room to another. She goes on about building planning and problem-solving for a few minutes as Elizabeth tries to sense where her discomfort is coming from. Without any kind of signalling noise, all of the doors open and girls of varying ages from grade-schoolers to teenagers come pouring out of the rooms.
It's silent aside from the sound of people walking. No talking, no socializing, nothing. No one crossing paths awkwardly or bumping into one another. And in three minutes all of the doors close again and the hall is empty. Her classmates think it's cool. Elizabeth thinks she's going to be sick. The magic is on all of them. They're moving in orderly rows because someone is puppeting them around.
[For Eames]
No luck finding the source during the tour, but Elizabeth breaks off from her class and circles around back behind the building. Once she's sure she's alone, she opens her bag, digs out her phone and a business card. It only had a number on it, and it had seemed so cool when she'd been blitzed, but now it's a little creepy.
She dials the number and waits for someone to answer.
"...This is Elizabeth, the... the witch?" Hard to say out loud in public, but who was around to hear? "How would you feel about breaking into a school this afternoon?"
[For Alex]
Plenty of evidence, but no face to put it to. She's already called Eames once, she's not going to listen to him turn her down over wasting more of his time. It's dark now though, maybe no one is around the classrooms and offices... she just has to get in.
Elizabeth gnaws her lip as she looks through the locked bars of the gate. It's going to be a rough climb on her own, but it's that or just hope that she can catch him when she comes back with help. Not the most solid of plans...
She should have brought help now, but better not to get a guardian or a Maiden involved if they come up empty-handed. So it's up the unadorned bars she goes, apparently...
[Part II, the 15th - Open]
So now what?
Elizabeth sits with her coffee, completing ignoring her course reading and zoning out on the little white spot floating in the middle of the cup. Who does she report a metahuman gone mad to? The Night Council? Will they do anything, or are there bigger things they're concerned with? Certainly not Norrell, he'd drag her over hot coals for even calling Eames, let alone partnering with him briefly. In both cases, Elizabeth believes that eighty-to-one hundred lives being lived under someone else's control should be a priority no matter what the circumstances, but everything in London seemed to be so bogged down in bureaucratic posturing.
...so she's doing something, apparently. By herself? Probably a colossal bad idea, she needed help in Virginia to take on other magic users and it's probably no different in London. But who to ask? She picks up her cup and sips at it, eyes still blank as she flicks through her list of contacts.
[Part III, the 16th - Closed to Lancelot and Simon]
In the end, the best thing to do would be to contact her friends who were guardians. This was the sort of thing they were supposed to do after all... keep order amongst the supernatural of London. But she'd insisted on coming herself, too, even if officially this problem should have been handed off to the Night Council. She hasn't been able to get the images of the girls' unseeing eyes out of her mind, and if she doesn't find closure on this she'll never sleep again.
She waits for Simon and Lancelot outside the gates after dark, her crossbow in a duffle bag on the ground for the moment. Elizabeth hopes they arrive before someone spots her just standing there...
What: Mind Control School is in session, Elizabeth has a mind to shut it down.
When: March 14th-16th
Where: Fontaine's School for Young Women in Camden, a cafe in Westminster
Warnings: Violence/mind control in Part III
[Part I, the 14th - Closed to Eames and Alex]
Before her class even steps through the gates, Elizabeth can feel the dark magic caked on the walls of the building. It's a familiar and unpleasant feeling that brings her back to times before she'd arrived in London, but focus comes quickly enough when she realizes that whether she wants to or not she's going inside the school with the rest of her fellow engineering students. She keeps herself alert as they meet their tour guide and enter.
The inside seems normal. Quiet, because, as the guide explains, the girls are all in class. But she promises that in a few minutes, they'll change classrooms and Elizabeth's class can see how perfectly the layout facilitates the flow of foot traffic from one room to another. She goes on about building planning and problem-solving for a few minutes as Elizabeth tries to sense where her discomfort is coming from. Without any kind of signalling noise, all of the doors open and girls of varying ages from grade-schoolers to teenagers come pouring out of the rooms.
It's silent aside from the sound of people walking. No talking, no socializing, nothing. No one crossing paths awkwardly or bumping into one another. And in three minutes all of the doors close again and the hall is empty. Her classmates think it's cool. Elizabeth thinks she's going to be sick. The magic is on all of them. They're moving in orderly rows because someone is puppeting them around.
[For Eames]
No luck finding the source during the tour, but Elizabeth breaks off from her class and circles around back behind the building. Once she's sure she's alone, she opens her bag, digs out her phone and a business card. It only had a number on it, and it had seemed so cool when she'd been blitzed, but now it's a little creepy.
She dials the number and waits for someone to answer.
"...This is Elizabeth, the... the witch?" Hard to say out loud in public, but who was around to hear? "How would you feel about breaking into a school this afternoon?"
[For Alex]
Plenty of evidence, but no face to put it to. She's already called Eames once, she's not going to listen to him turn her down over wasting more of his time. It's dark now though, maybe no one is around the classrooms and offices... she just has to get in.
Elizabeth gnaws her lip as she looks through the locked bars of the gate. It's going to be a rough climb on her own, but it's that or just hope that she can catch him when she comes back with help. Not the most solid of plans...
She should have brought help now, but better not to get a guardian or a Maiden involved if they come up empty-handed. So it's up the unadorned bars she goes, apparently...
[Part II, the 15th - Open]
So now what?
Elizabeth sits with her coffee, completing ignoring her course reading and zoning out on the little white spot floating in the middle of the cup. Who does she report a metahuman gone mad to? The Night Council? Will they do anything, or are there bigger things they're concerned with? Certainly not Norrell, he'd drag her over hot coals for even calling Eames, let alone partnering with him briefly. In both cases, Elizabeth believes that eighty-to-one hundred lives being lived under someone else's control should be a priority no matter what the circumstances, but everything in London seemed to be so bogged down in bureaucratic posturing.
...so she's doing something, apparently. By herself? Probably a colossal bad idea, she needed help in Virginia to take on other magic users and it's probably no different in London. But who to ask? She picks up her cup and sips at it, eyes still blank as she flicks through her list of contacts.
[Part III, the 16th - Closed to Lancelot and Simon]
In the end, the best thing to do would be to contact her friends who were guardians. This was the sort of thing they were supposed to do after all... keep order amongst the supernatural of London. But she'd insisted on coming herself, too, even if officially this problem should have been handed off to the Night Council. She hasn't been able to get the images of the girls' unseeing eyes out of her mind, and if she doesn't find closure on this she'll never sleep again.
She waits for Simon and Lancelot outside the gates after dark, her crossbow in a duffle bag on the ground for the moment. Elizabeth hopes they arrive before someone spots her just standing there...
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Elizabeth has seen metahumans and werewolves in action before, and that kind of amazing strength is about on the same level. Or this woman is just incredibly strong from going to the gym or something like that.
She blinks at the offered hand, but nods after a moment of deliberation (yeah, she can probably lift Elizabeth if she can scale a wall like it's nothing). She takes a running jump and grabs the offered hand with both of hers.
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"What kind of security do they have?" she asks quietly. She doesn't hear any guards, though they could just be out of earshot. Her hearing's not so good only a week after the new moon. She can't think of a reason why a school would need any high-tech security, but a school where something fishy's going on might be a different story.
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Alex looks around, making absolutely sure there's no one inside the yard before she lowers herself down from the top of the wall. She drops and lands with a soft thud, accidentally scraping her palms on the ground.
Once she's dusted herself off, she looks up, waiting for Elizabeth to follow her.
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"Let's hope-- are your hands okay?"
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She quickly takes stock of the layout of the yard, looking for the easiest way into the school. The main door probably has an alarm. She spots a side door, but that might have an alarm too. Even if there aren't any security guards on the premises, she doesn't want to set off any loud noises or summon the police. The safest way in might be through a window - she should be able to break the latch on one.
She motions Elizabeth to follow her before running over to the side of the building and hauling herself up onto a windowsill.