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Cold, hard ground was what she was awoke on. Groaning, she slowly opened her eyes, her short blond hair blocking her view from the right a little. Her view was a bit blurry, but the surroundings were unknown to her, simply a drab concrete box several meters across and high, with a variety of rails and panels seemingly connected to the room. Continuing to shake the daze from her head, she propped herself to her elbows, only to give a swift meep as she realized her clothing was nonexistant on her pale complexion.
Finally, a cold, male voice echoed into the room.
"Hello, and welcome, Subject #04394, to Artech, where we make an art out of science. As you may have noticed, you are currently in one of our safety-procured specimen holding tanks until further processing of your class and characteristics can be done. Please remain calm and answer all questions given by test practitioners truthfully and calmly. Your possessions will be allowed to be kept on your person, sans any weapons, devices, or anything else that could prove 'harmful' to our hard-working staff. These will be sealed in a safety storage container until such time as you are released from this facility. Until processing has finished, please avoid from collecting your belongings however, and please stand up."
"Well that's bloodeh ominous," Sarah muttered, the young woman slowly sliding to her feet. Her hands would wind up covering herself, just in case there was a camera or some kind perving on her.
"Please hold still while our machines take your measurements. To ensure that all of our tests are fully safe for you we must measure your body completely. We apologize for any intrusions."
A sharp grab at her person caused Sarah to give a loud yelp, mechanical limbs seemingly coming from nowhere and gripping to her limbs. After getting her limbs grabbed and spread out by the robot limbs, Sarah quickly glanced around to see that they had entered the room via the various rails installed into the floors, ceilings, and walls, and several other parts were coming towards her. None of them looked too gentle either.
The next few minutes were... unpleasant. Various robotic parts would swing up and poke and prod at Sarah all over, measuring every part and piece from her. A strange would snap over a breast and suck in, causing her to grit her teeth, only to be swiftly followed by probes that stuck up her nose, causing her to try to buck her head away, only for it to run into a device measuring her head circumference. Nothing was sacred or untouched, and by the time the machine was rattling off the calculation for her left foot's big toe she was left sweating and annoyed, glaring dead ahead and muttering darkly.
"External Measurements confirmed, please hold still for internal measurements," came the robotic voice again, still as indifferent as before.
"Wait, internal?!?" Sarah started to object, only to soon give a muffled squeal as a long, thickened probe stuffed into her mouth, leaving her gasping and trying hard to not gag. This task was made even harder as the machine obstinately forced itself further and deeper into Sarah's throat and even further down, causing her neck to stiffen due to the intruder. This meaning she couldn't look down, which was probably a good thing, as she heard yet another torture device slide into place somewhere out of her vision.
It would take a few seconds for the sound to register what it could entail, but the answer became apparent as she felt something cold and hard press against her lower flower, followed by another rubbery thing similar to the one trailing down her gullet pressing at her bum. Her attempts to object led only to muffled whines of protest, as she felt the twin probes begin to stuff themselves into her, first the metallic spike into her nethers, then the other cablelike intruder to her bowels.
Sarah's eyes started to water as the three intruders did their best to slide in and through her body, and she could even feel her body being stretched and expanded slightly as the machine worked it's way around, measuring and pressing ever deeper. After an agonizingly long five minutes, she felt the probe in her pussy smack her back wall of her womb, and could almost swear she heard a click from the two cables that had started from opposite ends connecting. She prayed that this meant the test would be over soon.
"Now testing interior volume capacity. Please stand by, medical associates."
Sarah's eyes bulged, as she felt the objects stuffing her insides to the brim starting to expand, her body slowly being stretched as it tested her limits. This was insane! What sort of madness was this?!? What were they trying to do, kill her?!? Even still, much to her relief and pain, she felt the tubes slowing the expansion in her intestinal track at the very least, though the probe in her belly was still expanding, leaving her looking several months as it finally slowed it's expansion. She closed her eyes and wished for this madness to end.
"Subject is showing unusually high interior capacity for body size. Noted and cataloged. Upon the removal of the probes you will be escorted to your living quarters and asked to relay your name and information of your status. Thank you for patroning with us, Subject #04394."
The probes softened, she heard- and felt- the cable disconnecting, and then almost suddenly the devices slid rapidly from her, leaving her to collapse to the ground weakly, eyes hazy with pain and mixed emotion. "G-gggh..." Sarah whined weakly, before passing out.
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When next Sarah woke, she was in a bed in what she assumed was what the voice had meant by 'living quarters', and even more importantly, she had been dressed by someone- now garbed in a light undershirt and panties, it wasn't much but it at least held her modesty. As she slid back up, still wincing at pain where she was sure she wasn't supposed to feel it, a cursory glance revealed she wasn't alone- another person was in the room, garbed in a hazmat suit and seemingly having waited patiently on her to wake.
"Good, you're finally awake, Number 394, unless there's another name you wish to be called? I'm here to get your credentials, any information that will be required of us to know before the tests, and also to ask a few questions before I am allowed to let you rest. I can understand if you would like to take this slow, however. It's not like the Solid Alternative Lab Greeter to be so rough on humanoid subjects... Anyway, shall we get started?"
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Yep, I'm trying yet another one of these again.
As you may have guessed in the title, or maybe that overly huge intro that I swear was shorter in my head, this game will feature a sciency theme, with a focus on experimentation, technology, mutation manipulation, lab ratting, stuff like that. It's up to you guys to make sure that Sarah is out of here in one piece, and is further aided by the fact I'm gonna be using my (somewhat WIP) Path of Ashes system in this instead of pulling stuff out of my ass. Toss suggestions, votes, and all that fun stuff as we go along and hopefully I won't crap out halfway into when the story is getting good like usual :S
Oh get ON with it!
Oh, right, this is your section isn't it.
Damn strait! Ok, firstly we need to get some ground rules down first.
Firstly! I'll purposefully ignore any suggestions that seem too far out of wack for the present situation. Randomly stripping down and masturbating during an interview would fall under that, yes. Not saying shit like that won't happen if, say, I'm not in the right state of mind, but still, not generally a smart idea.
Secondly! For those of you who remember the last time I was writing to you, welcome back! Ya already got a basic gist of what I can do! Those that don't, I got a few... gifts I have access to in some specific circumstances. Naturally the serums that I have aren't on my person, but when I do got them onhand I'll be sure to explain the effects. For the most part, they aren't covered in the Path of Ashes rules though, so much of that will probably be ad-libbed over system materials.
Finally! I really hope that moonsuit that we're suddenly trusted into conversation with can give us some answers, or at least a way to measure how my stats are in this...
So, how shall we react to this man?
We can:
A - React as accepting as possible in an attempt to gain some favor for our situation. It does seem he's rather annoyed at the situation earlier as well.
B - Terse but still relay information. I'm not sure there's some secrets I want to share with these people...
C - React hostile, without outright attacking. I'm unarmed, but not quite defenseless, and there's no way after that reception I've calmed down that easily!
So, what will it be?
Finally, a cold, male voice echoed into the room.
"Hello, and welcome, Subject #04394, to Artech, where we make an art out of science. As you may have noticed, you are currently in one of our safety-procured specimen holding tanks until further processing of your class and characteristics can be done. Please remain calm and answer all questions given by test practitioners truthfully and calmly. Your possessions will be allowed to be kept on your person, sans any weapons, devices, or anything else that could prove 'harmful' to our hard-working staff. These will be sealed in a safety storage container until such time as you are released from this facility. Until processing has finished, please avoid from collecting your belongings however, and please stand up."
"Well that's bloodeh ominous," Sarah muttered, the young woman slowly sliding to her feet. Her hands would wind up covering herself, just in case there was a camera or some kind perving on her.
"Please hold still while our machines take your measurements. To ensure that all of our tests are fully safe for you we must measure your body completely. We apologize for any intrusions."
A sharp grab at her person caused Sarah to give a loud yelp, mechanical limbs seemingly coming from nowhere and gripping to her limbs. After getting her limbs grabbed and spread out by the robot limbs, Sarah quickly glanced around to see that they had entered the room via the various rails installed into the floors, ceilings, and walls, and several other parts were coming towards her. None of them looked too gentle either.
The next few minutes were... unpleasant. Various robotic parts would swing up and poke and prod at Sarah all over, measuring every part and piece from her. A strange would snap over a breast and suck in, causing her to grit her teeth, only to be swiftly followed by probes that stuck up her nose, causing her to try to buck her head away, only for it to run into a device measuring her head circumference. Nothing was sacred or untouched, and by the time the machine was rattling off the calculation for her left foot's big toe she was left sweating and annoyed, glaring dead ahead and muttering darkly.
"External Measurements confirmed, please hold still for internal measurements," came the robotic voice again, still as indifferent as before.
"Wait, internal?!?" Sarah started to object, only to soon give a muffled squeal as a long, thickened probe stuffed into her mouth, leaving her gasping and trying hard to not gag. This task was made even harder as the machine obstinately forced itself further and deeper into Sarah's throat and even further down, causing her neck to stiffen due to the intruder. This meaning she couldn't look down, which was probably a good thing, as she heard yet another torture device slide into place somewhere out of her vision.
It would take a few seconds for the sound to register what it could entail, but the answer became apparent as she felt something cold and hard press against her lower flower, followed by another rubbery thing similar to the one trailing down her gullet pressing at her bum. Her attempts to object led only to muffled whines of protest, as she felt the twin probes begin to stuff themselves into her, first the metallic spike into her nethers, then the other cablelike intruder to her bowels.
Sarah's eyes started to water as the three intruders did their best to slide in and through her body, and she could even feel her body being stretched and expanded slightly as the machine worked it's way around, measuring and pressing ever deeper. After an agonizingly long five minutes, she felt the probe in her pussy smack her back wall of her womb, and could almost swear she heard a click from the two cables that had started from opposite ends connecting. She prayed that this meant the test would be over soon.
"Now testing interior volume capacity. Please stand by, medical associates."
Sarah's eyes bulged, as she felt the objects stuffing her insides to the brim starting to expand, her body slowly being stretched as it tested her limits. This was insane! What sort of madness was this?!? What were they trying to do, kill her?!? Even still, much to her relief and pain, she felt the tubes slowing the expansion in her intestinal track at the very least, though the probe in her belly was still expanding, leaving her looking several months as it finally slowed it's expansion. She closed her eyes and wished for this madness to end.
"Subject is showing unusually high interior capacity for body size. Noted and cataloged. Upon the removal of the probes you will be escorted to your living quarters and asked to relay your name and information of your status. Thank you for patroning with us, Subject #04394."
The probes softened, she heard- and felt- the cable disconnecting, and then almost suddenly the devices slid rapidly from her, leaving her to collapse to the ground weakly, eyes hazy with pain and mixed emotion. "G-gggh..." Sarah whined weakly, before passing out.
-----
When next Sarah woke, she was in a bed in what she assumed was what the voice had meant by 'living quarters', and even more importantly, she had been dressed by someone- now garbed in a light undershirt and panties, it wasn't much but it at least held her modesty. As she slid back up, still wincing at pain where she was sure she wasn't supposed to feel it, a cursory glance revealed she wasn't alone- another person was in the room, garbed in a hazmat suit and seemingly having waited patiently on her to wake.
"Good, you're finally awake, Number 394, unless there's another name you wish to be called? I'm here to get your credentials, any information that will be required of us to know before the tests, and also to ask a few questions before I am allowed to let you rest. I can understand if you would like to take this slow, however. It's not like the Solid Alternative Lab Greeter to be so rough on humanoid subjects... Anyway, shall we get started?"
-----
Yep, I'm trying yet another one of these again.
As you may have guessed in the title, or maybe that overly huge intro that I swear was shorter in my head, this game will feature a sciency theme, with a focus on experimentation, technology, mutation manipulation, lab ratting, stuff like that. It's up to you guys to make sure that Sarah is out of here in one piece, and is further aided by the fact I'm gonna be using my (somewhat WIP) Path of Ashes system in this instead of pulling stuff out of my ass. Toss suggestions, votes, and all that fun stuff as we go along and hopefully I won't crap out halfway into when the story is getting good like usual :S
Oh get ON with it!
Oh, right, this is your section isn't it.
Damn strait! Ok, firstly we need to get some ground rules down first.
Firstly! I'll purposefully ignore any suggestions that seem too far out of wack for the present situation. Randomly stripping down and masturbating during an interview would fall under that, yes. Not saying shit like that won't happen if, say, I'm not in the right state of mind, but still, not generally a smart idea.
Secondly! For those of you who remember the last time I was writing to you, welcome back! Ya already got a basic gist of what I can do! Those that don't, I got a few... gifts I have access to in some specific circumstances. Naturally the serums that I have aren't on my person, but when I do got them onhand I'll be sure to explain the effects. For the most part, they aren't covered in the Path of Ashes rules though, so much of that will probably be ad-libbed over system materials.
Finally! I really hope that moonsuit that we're suddenly trusted into conversation with can give us some answers, or at least a way to measure how my stats are in this...
So, how shall we react to this man?
We can:
A - React as accepting as possible in an attempt to gain some favor for our situation. It does seem he's rather annoyed at the situation earlier as well.
B - Terse but still relay information. I'm not sure there's some secrets I want to share with these people...
C - React hostile, without outright attacking. I'm unarmed, but not quite defenseless, and there's no way after that reception I've calmed down that easily!
So, what will it be?
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Quest Items: Empty
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