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[Each inmate wakes up in a cell, with no memory of arriving there or of putting on the full body orange jumpsuit. There is a moderately chunky tablet wired into one of their arms, with dials on the side to flick through the different menus, including a limited note-taking function and a map

None of them are alone in their cells, either.

Whether they choose to leave their cell and explore or just stay and get to know their new roommate, it becomes clear that this place isn't anything like any of them have ever seen. For some, it's devoid of anything even remotely familiar. The door labeled Counselor's office is locked. The Counselor's office and the kitchen and mess hall all have placards stating hours when they're closed - or in the former's case, when "private office hours" will be held.

However they while away the next couple of hours, it seems like they're mostly alone on the ship. For a while, anyway.]

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[acerolaorion]

🦇 cell 3 🦇

[ Kiss-Shot Acerola-Orion Heart-Under-Blade, the iron-blooded, hot-blooded, cold-blooded vampire, is fast asleep.

Every now and again, she stirs and grumbles a bit in her sleep, but even as her cellmates are up and about, the "child" in bed makes no effort to even open her eyes. At the sound of investigation and debate, all she does is roll over on her side and pull the blanket over herself.

So, if nothing else, she's at least alive. ]

🦇 hallway 🦇

[ It takes a considerable amount of effort to get her to leave her cell, but with no small amount of reluctance, the vampire eventually deems it time to explore the facility. The pitter-patter of childish footsteps trails in her wake as she moves through the halls barefoot, but there's none of the enthusiasm or boundless energy characteristic of a girl her "age" in her movements; she looks grumbly, still half-asleep. From the look of things, she's certainly not a morning person.

On top of that, she has this air about her that she's completely unimpressed? In spite of the heavy steel doors, or the unfamiliar surroundings, or even the group of strangers, there's no effort to play into surprise, or even uncertainty. There's no effort to play at all here; after all, there's no time for games. There are far more pressing matters at hand: the matter of her thrall, the matter of her extremities, the matter of those hunters...

But on the topic of extremities, she looks like she's having a fair bit of trouble with her PIP as she moves. As she explores, she occasionally tries to fiddle with it, to no avail; no matter how hard she tries to mess around, the technology is beyond her. Human technology always was, to a point...it's evolved so much, over the past century alone. She can barely hope to keep up.

Thankfully, there are others here who can do that for her, so when she addresses any passerby she comes across once she inevitably gives up, it's with no shortage of expectancy. Not expectancy that they know who she is, of course; her current state aside, few see the legendary vampire, and fewer live to tell the tale, but vampires have a certain charisma about them, the ability to make people fascinated and obedient with but a glance...

But it seems that isnt quite the case, since all there is for anyone to see now is a demanding little brat. Oops. ]

Human, you stand before the legendary iron-blooded hot-blooded cold-blooded vampire, Kiss-Shot Acerola-Orion Heart-Under-Blade. You will know your place and show your reverence to me by... helping me make sense of this massive wristwatch.

[ As she juts her tiny arm in the unfortunate inmate's face, exposing her PIP for the world to see. What's with this sassy lost child? ]

hallway - let me know if this isn't ok

[goldrighthand]

[okay but how are you reaching up in to his face that's the question

Still, Akande looks down at her, arching his brow. Really. After a moment, though, he goes ahead and crouches down, as one would talk to a small child. Except he's not talking yet, he's just staring at her.

...and then promptly reaching out, lightning fast, trying to grab her waving arm. And if he manages to catch her, he'll then begin to squeeze, slowly increasing the pressure to painful levels.]

Would you like to try that again?

more than fine!! c:

[acerolaorion]

[ She's trying her best, even if he's got around three feet on her! She's just sort of waving it vaguely, standing on her tiptoes to jut it out as close to it as she possibly can, even if she's not quite there yet.

Still, she doesn't bother to move the arm out of his way; if he wants it, he can have it. His grip is tight, but she's only reacting with interest, rather than any sort of pain...

She can't regenerate, in a state like this. She knows that. But whether she's too proud to back down and jerk her arm back, too used to the idea that she'll recover from any injury, or a combination of the two, she refuses to back down.

...She seems less concerned with the fact that her arm is being held like this, and more concerned with the fact that she actually feels it, than anything. ]

Was I not clear enough the first time, human? Large as you are, I had hoped you would have the decency to know your place, before a vampire.

[goldrighthand]

[She's got a hell of a pain tolerance, that's for sure. Or maybe no feeling in that arm at all? Either way, he's not letting up, still squeezing. Maybe even twisting a little now, let's see how far they go until something gives...]

I know my place, but I'll admit you're the first vampire I've met. Which means yours has yet to be decided.

[It sure as hell isn't above him, that's for sure. And by his tone, he's more humoring her on the 'vampire' thing than anything else.]

hallway

[canted]

[Who put a vampire in this den of mundanes?????? More importantly: the fuck is up with this disrespect. He's a fucking Shadowhunter, descended from the angel Raziel. That definitely outranks her.]

Know my place? Shouldn't you know yours? [Someone please stop him before he insults every single person on this ship before the counselor arrives.] Figure it out yourself.

[acerolaorion]

You say that as if I haven't tried. But with all of these dials and switches, it's a miracle that you humans manage to keep making technology more and more complicated. One would think that you would opt for simplicity...

[ local grandma complains over ipads ]

[canted]

I'm not a mundane [He's a special snowflake, is what he is.] and I'm not about to help some . . . child vampire bride figure out technology because you're too lazy to do it yourself.

hallway

[peopledieifkilled]

Ah...

[ It isn't as if Shirou doesn't believe her; he's actually heard of vampires, being a magus, but he's never seen one in person and he didn't think she'd be this small. Or cute.

This is giving him flashback to when he met Illya, honestly. ]

I'm not too good at technology but I can definitely help you out with the watch. It's my first time seeing things like this, but apparently if you tap on it, it'll open up some menus like this. [ He opens it up to the rules. ] And then you can flick your finger... to move around the menus to see the other stuff on here. There's also a bit of scrolling to do on the profiles, as well. Does that make sense?

[ See? Apparently Shirou can be Helpful. ]

I'm Emiya Shirou, by the way. Ah... should I call you Heart-Under-Blade or Kiss-Shot?

[ There's a bit of a Japanese accent to the way he pronounces her name, but he's trying. ]

[acerolaorion]

...Ah! So it's not the dials to be concerned about, but the screen...I had assumed that it was similar to a cathode ray tube screen, but to think that it reacts to the touch...how mystifying.

[ She, at least, looks a bit more impressed now? ]

Perhaps the design is more efficient than I had previously given it credit for. For a screen to react to the touch...from henceforth, we shall call it, a "touch-screen"!

[ ... ]

An incredible discovery, human! ...But though I am indeed a Western vampire, my name to humans and aberrations alike is Heart-Under-Blade.

[ Only one person has ever called her Kiss-Shot. For now, she has no intention of bringing that number up. ]

[peopledieifkilled]

Well, the dials also go through the other menus and turns on the device.

[ But he nods in response. A touch screen is probably the easiest way to describe it to begin with. ]

Then, that's what I'll call you. [ He nods, looking rather pleased with himself as he goes to find her profile. ] Ah, and here's your profile-- ah, it says you like donuts. I saw that there was a kitchen on the map, so maybe if they have the proper ingredients, I can make you some, sometime.

[ It's been a while since he's made desserts. ] You don't have any other questions though, do you?

hallway

[toomanybaseballs]

[...]

Okay, one. What kind of name is that?!

Two, I barely get it myself, but I think you turn it on with that knob on the side there. [He points to one of the dials.]

[acerolaorion]

The name of a legendary vampire, of course! Surely you've heard rumors surrounding our kind at least once in your life. We're considered to be the king of aberrations for a reason, after all. Or am I going to have to give you a refresher course?

Or, perhaps, a demonstration?

[toomanybaseballs]

... I have never heard of you in my life.

[...]

No thanks. Just... Let me help with the wrist thing, will ya?

hallway

[tenimuho]

[...That is a very long name, and a very short girl that Oda's looking down at right now.

Oda isn't exactly a person who shows reverence, but he'll answer this girl's questions politely. People who are under stress do and say some strange things to cope.]

It's a kind of tablet. It looks like it shows the rules for this building, a map, and information about the other 'inmates'.

[acerolaorion]

Inmates...so we're meant to be kept prisoner here, then?

[ Just great. Unnecessary complications. Of all the times, as well; for her to be in a state like this while this is happening...

Ah, more importantly-- ]

To apply the laws of man to a vampire...surely whoever's running this facility is a troubled soul, indeed.

[tenimuho]

If they were just kidnapping humans, I'd still think they were a troubled soul.

[Not going to deny that she could be a vampire, because I guess so??]

[silverguitarhero]

[Welp. The word "vampire" gets a glare out of him.] You are bold indeed. Do you think no one here can match you? [Look. Sometimes you just need enough raw physical strength to stake a vampire.]

[acerolaorion]

My reputation as an Aberration Slayer precedes me well enough, I believe. If I'm to be matched here, in battle or otherwise, that person would have to be a powerful soul, indeed.

[ There might be complications while she's in this state, but, he doesn't need to know that. ]

In over 500 years of living, I've yet to find such a soul who can take me on alone.

[silverguitarhero]

[A snort] You vampires always have your weaknesses that humans lack. And I've heard tell that the older the vampire, the stronger the weaknesses become.

hallway

[helladoptera]

[ I mean... she could be helpful, sure, that's an option. Or, in not even an actual attept to mess with her, she's legitimately just confused: ]

Wait, how can you be hot-blooded and cold-blooded at the same time?

[acerolaorion]

'Tis but an amalgam of titles, as given to me by those fortunate enough to observe me and live to tell the tale, human. When you've been around for as long as I have, legends become muddied through oral tradition, and characteristics change, just as language does.

[ ... ]

Iron blood, for fortitude of will. Hot blood, for passion. And cold blood, for cruelty.

[helladoptera]

Uh... huh.

[ .....
□ Believe
O Doubt ]

... You look like you're twelve.

Cell 3

[ebonyknight]

[Apollo can't just leave a child asleep in a cell. Even if they were there for unknown reasons. She probably should just leave her be--

Nah. Apollo grabs the blanket and yanks it off.]

Wake up, you idiot.

[acerolaorion]

[ Even with no blanket on top of her, the girl just rolls over onto her belly. ]

Wake me up in about...five-hundred million years.

[heartswapped]

[Oh no, she's so tiny-

Cheryl has to try her best not to laugh.]

Sure thing, sweet pea.

[eeeeeeeeeeeeee]