realityshifted | paint the man, cut the lines

[Meredith appears on a platform with a screen beside her. It is a hologram. Wherever your character is, if they are on the Plane, they are seeing this.]

Some of you expressed concern about what would be done to the individual chosen in the vote, and I can tell you now. We gave him his wish. We made him immortal. You didn't pick the responsible person, but it isn't a problem. The conditions were met.

[The screen flickers on, and it's the Master. He is bound to a table and his body is painted in an odd pattern. A hooded individual lowers the knife towards the line that starts at the Master's navel. And no one can keep from screaming forever.

The transmission cuts after that first burst of noise.]

It's just more of the same, so you don't really need to see more. But I can show you any time you want to check in on him.

[For all this, the even expression under the hood has not changed.]

You might want to know what the conditions were. Some of you already know that beings who want sacrifices can be selective. It's why we needed your help to select a subject. The subject had to be voted for by more than fifty percent of the voters. If no one had won that many votes, no one could be selected. Every person that didn't vote made it a little bit more likely that someone would meet the requirements.

To people who voted, we're sorry that the others didn't counter what you did. You tried, though. Perhaps knowing that will help.

I should also mention that one voter alone guessed correctly. If those of you who voted come together, you might be able to work at who really did it.

[She pauses, listening to something outside of the projection's range. Then...]

Be careful in the library.

[And then the hologram goes out.]

[ooc; You are free to use this as an IC discussion post if you wish.]

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Yeah, but, I dunno. It sounded like...like the more people who vote, the less likely it would be for someone to get more than half the votes, yeah? Because it would be all scattered like so it'd be harder to have that high of a percent. So if it was just you and me, then one vote would be half right there.

[she holds his hand] You can't just give up like that. There's still gotta be something to stand up against and a way to stop it, yeah?

No, I know... But I mean, when they told us to vote, they made it sound like we had to if we wanted to leave. That's what I thought. But now... People who didn't vote, who risked getting stuck here, are gonna think it's their fault, too! It's...it's sick.

[shakes his head, not meeting her eyes] If I were anywhere else, I'd say there was. But not here. We stopped the death matches, but what if all this happened because of that?

I guess it goes to show you can't believe anything they say. They could be lying about the votes or the reason they're torturing him too or something, just to get us all turned against each other.

Then we're making a difference if they had to do all that. And we keep fighting and don't give up. We have to really be scaring them if this is what they're gonna resort to, yeah?

Yeah...that's a good way of looking at it. Who knows what they're up to... Especially Meredith. [his expression hardens slightly]

[looks up at her, trying to catch her gaze. he wants to know if she really believes that] That's...that's a good point. Maybe they are afraid of what we could do together.

I don't know that much about her. Don't really need to know much about her after...that, but...it sounds like you do know more than that?

[she squeezes his hand and smiles at him. It's one of the lessons she learned from being with the Doctor, that you don't give up and that you keep fighting until you can't anymore. She does believe it, because she doesn't want to believe it could be anything else.] Yeah, so we can't go and start thinking it's pointless and all that sort of thing. If anything, we gotta fight even harder than we were before.

[shrugs uncomfortably] I talked to her after the voting. She told me she doesn't care about us. Just...flat-out, like that.

[smiles back, weakly, relived that she means it. he's usually just like that, believing in the best possible outcome no matter what. he's a bit ashamed of himself for letting things get to him to this extent] Yeah, you're right. We do. We have to keep trying to work this out.

If she can do something like that, it's not too surprising. You got her talking though, that's something right there. Even if she doesn't care about us, there's gotta be something she cares about. Maybe if we can get to that we can make a difference here.

[blinks--he hadn't thought about it that way. brightens slightly, looking at least a bit less gloomy] You're right. I did.

[frowns] That's a good idea. I wonder if we could ask around? Like, would the Twins know, maybe?

...no, wait. [his expression takes on a decidedly dark cast then, as he remembers a conversation he had with Felix] I might already know.

You do? What is it?

This one bloke I know, Felix, he talked to her once. She told him she'd give him information--if he gave her childhood memories.

Oh no, you can't go and do stuff like that. Memories aren't meant to be like, bought and sold all like that.

[immediately] I know! I told him to say no, too.

Not much help, really...

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