No matter where you were during the party, you'll suddenly find yourself in a grey-built room lined with devices that fall somewhere between surgery tables and hospital beds. The ones here are all empty, but as you appear Lesedi is already standing at a door leading into a new area. The door is made of heavy metal, and locked.
Those that were taken away for 'treatments' all those weeks before will recognize this place - in essence, even if not in the specific sights. They'll remember sensations of cold metal, unforgiving machinery, and pain.
It only took a moment to arrive here - gone from the beach house one instance and here in the next. It feels weird. Disconcerting. Worse, because Lesedi is just as mad as he was when she pulled you all here in the first place. Everyone with critical injuries will have been removed from the group, their present location unknown. Except for Xanxus, who is lazily propped up on one of the tables out here.
"You!" she points at the huddle of confused Prides, her words sharp and furious. "Don't...any of you do anything. Don't...you dare try my patience now. You know what I can do to you, and I will not make it so quick."
She puts her hand on the door and it starts to open. She is clearly still distracted with her thoughts.
"This is his fault. He...he's ruined everything!" she's busy ranting to apparently no one in particular, though the way she swings around to face the group again makes one feel like she's expecting your condolences. "He knows how much this will set me back! That spiteful fucker! Half a dozen, at least!"
She turns again, putting her hand on the doorway.
"Unless, I...I could still..." She clenches her fists, her arms shaking with the pressure. She turns back to those left with minimal injuries. "You! Two of you! No...three! Help me right now! I demand it!"
[You can use this section for after the event reactions from Pride members. The first three people who tag into her thread will get whisked away to endure Lesedi's ranting for a bit longer, but the rest will be able to rest. A couple 'doctors' will arrive a bit later to attend to any non-critical injuries with the weird scifi equipment.
If you have anything to say to Lesedi, she may humor a brief conversation before leaving. If you really want to deal with this shit, that is.]
PRIDE AFTERMATH
Those that were taken away for 'treatments' all those weeks before will recognize this place - in essence, even if not in the specific sights. They'll remember sensations of cold metal, unforgiving machinery, and pain.
It only took a moment to arrive here - gone from the beach house one instance and here in the next. It feels weird. Disconcerting. Worse, because Lesedi is just as mad as he was when she pulled you all here in the first place. Everyone with critical injuries will have been removed from the group, their present location unknown. Except for Xanxus, who is lazily propped up on one of the tables out here.
"You!" she points at the huddle of confused Prides, her words sharp and furious. "Don't...any of you do anything. Don't...you dare try my patience now. You know what I can do to you, and I will not make it so quick."
She puts her hand on the door and it starts to open. She is clearly still distracted with her thoughts.
"This is his fault. He...he's ruined everything!" she's busy ranting to apparently no one in particular, though the way she swings around to face the group again makes one feel like she's expecting your condolences. "He knows how much this will set me back! That spiteful fucker! Half a dozen, at least!"
She turns again, putting her hand on the doorway.
"Unless, I...I could still..." She clenches her fists, her arms shaking with the pressure. She turns back to those left with minimal injuries. "You! Two of you! No...three! Help me right now! I demand it!"
[You can use this section for after the event reactions from Pride members. The first three people who tag into her thread will get whisked away to endure Lesedi's ranting for a bit longer, but the rest will be able to rest. A couple 'doctors' will arrive a bit later to attend to any non-critical injuries with the weird scifi equipment.
If you have anything to say to Lesedi, she may humor a brief conversation before leaving. If you really want to deal with this shit, that is.]