open; interactive dream in shackles

[buriedvigil]

Who: Daley Vigil and you
Which: Interactive dream, open!
What: Your character is now in prison, congratulations! Vigil, the chief warder here, is willing to listen to some final confessions before execution happens.
Warnings: Discussion of execution by hanging, spoilers for GAA2 Case 4 and possibly 5.


[As soon as any dreamwalker enters, they'll find themselves in shackles-- at least their ankles are, with no visible way to remove them. Guess that might be alarming by itself, but it's clear that the setting itself is a prison cell, complete with a cold ground, gray bricks, and a tiny window that might've given some light, but the only thing providing such a thing is a lit candle in the corner. If one's lucky, they aren't forced into some drab gray prison clothes, but not everyone falls in that.

A sad, if exhausted looking man appears to be standing just outside of the cell. There's a firearm strapped to his side, but despite that, he seems almost harmless, like he wouldn't think of pulling that weapon out. But maybe he's just not worried about any outbreaks, mostly because of the gate that's separating him from the prisoner. Guess anyone would feel safe because of that.

Nonetheless, it is this warder that speaks up first.]

...Tomorrow's the execution.

[Despite this being his job, he looks solemn as he announces that. And while he raises a hand to grip the front of his striped vest, he doesn't do anything to unlock the gate separating the prisoner and him.]

I... I know that I'm hardly the last person you'd want to see, but if there's anything you'd want to say, I'm willing to listen.

[Perhaps a final confession to one's crimes? Or him getting cursed at? Comments about how they're not guilty? Some lamenting about choices and leaving people behind? He's used to everything.]

Comments

[sciencesquid]

[The warder won't let him do that? The mere notion of it is laughable. Who does this guy think he is? He's got no choice in the matter. Otto is about to point that out, but the opportunity to do so is robbed from him. The chains wind around the actuators- all four of them- and pull him a few steps backwards with a sharp jolt.]

Augh! Hey! What the hell?!

[Much as he struggles, the actuators are absolutely stuck now. The only literal wiggle room Otto's still got is his real limbs. That's bound to look pathetic.]

[buriedvigil]

We can stay like this until tomorrow.

[Huh, it's strange, but he doesn't know the prisoner's name after all this. It feels a little rude to just call him 'prisoner,' but Vigil isn't about to refer to him as 'sir' either. So, he'll just stick with this.

He doesn't feel any sort of accomplishment having him stuck like this, but he doesn't have much regret forcing him into this position either. It will be a full on disaster if the structure that keeps the worst of Britain's criminals is destroyed.]

I'd prefer if we don't remain in this manner for that long, but we will if we must. [Get comfortable the hard way or the easy way.]

[sciencesquid]

[Oh, this... This is hell. Now Otto's in a prison within a prison, as the tentacles keeping him in check are being kept in check in turn. And even now, the fight doesn't go out of him. He struggles a few more times, swinging his arms to see whether that will help ease the strain on the mechanical limbs. It doesn't.]

Do you expect me to beg for release, then? Promise I'll be a good boy from now on?

[buriedvigil]

[Vigil just watches him struggle, and really, he finds no enjoyment out of this. For some reason, he feels like he can relate to feeling trapped, although maybe not fully in this manner. As such, he dares not admit his thoughts, letting his arms fold in front of his chest.]

I don't expect you to do anything. ...And I find it hard to believe that you'll remain still for the remainder of your time.

[He holds back a sigh. Guess this will be a long night.]

It seems that neither you or I will sleep.