01 :: you can never go home

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

[ You're in front a large gate with the initials 'N.N.' in cursive on it. It's far too large to climb over and chained securely shut... for a second or so. Then suddenly that chain falls off and the gates open ominously. In front of you is a beautiful, endless estate. You will find a mansion, pool house, and even a hedge maze should you chose to explore. (Just ignore the gate snapping shut behind you and the chain resuming its spot.) Out of the corner of your eye, you will see either a young woman trying to find a way out or a young girl playing innocently. When you turn to look at them though they are always gone. Maybe you should try calling out to one of them? Surely they can help you either seach this place or find a way  to escape. That gate thing was a little creepy but, there is a pool house. ]

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[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

[She takes in every detail as they pass along.] What happens here?

[morallycomfy.livejournal.com]

We test what each special can do, how they can help the normal population. And how to .. remove their abilities, should they become dangerous.

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

I've never heard them called that before. [She frowns slightly.] We call them mutants.

[morallycomfy.livejournal.com]

I think ours sounds nicer.

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

It does. Are they here willingly?

[morallycomfy.livejournal.com]

Most of them. The ones who have hurt, people, well. They're in another unit.

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

Why are you telling me this?

[morallycomfy.livejournal.com]

Who knows? It seemed relevant to your interests.

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

I'll admit it's interesting to know.

[morallycomfy.livejournal.com]

The rules are simple. One of us, one of them. Now that they've been exposed to the world, what we do is important. We save lives, Elektra. People no longer have to live in fear.

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

Noble. How long have you been doing this?

[morallycomfy.livejournal.com]

Oh... almost twenty years now.

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

And in those all those years, how many strange women have you given tours?

[morallycomfy.livejournal.com]

Depends on how you qualify 'strange.'

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

In this case, someone you don't know.

[morallycomfy.livejournal.com]

Quite a few, to be honest. I hope that doesn't make you uncomfortable.

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

It doesn't. [She studies him carefully for a moment.]

Look let's just cut to the chase. What do you want from me?

[morallycomfy.livejournal.com]

[He lets a long pause elapse, studying her back.]

Elektra, how would you like a job?

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

Depends. What's the job?

[morallycomfy.livejournal.com]

Simple. [points to himself.] One of us. [points to her- One of them.

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

[Elektra smiles slightly.] What makes you think I'm one of them?

[morallycomfy.livejournal.com]

Call it a hunch. Am I wrong?

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

Not exactly. [She got her abilities through discipline and training but, she highly doubted that mattered to most people.]

... I'll join on a trial basis.

[morallycomfy.livejournal.com]

[He raises an eyebrow before a slow smile spreads over his lips.] Excellent.

So, how about that sign-in? [He's already leading her to processing, a light hand on her back.]

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

[She's walking along with him.] Fine but, you should know I don't really like to be touched.