Well, well, looks like you’ve been naughty. I’ve got liars, students breaking and entering, sassy pants and only ONE student in the entire group of you trying to do anything about it. And no to mention all the sass I see from subs every day when they think no one’s watching. Time we all remembered our roles. You succeed together and fail together but I think some of you think you can just slide through- ignore everyone else, stick to yourself and just skim through. NO. You are a team. If one sub steps out of line, there should be a response, not just from one person but from a team of people. You all disappoint me. The sub/dom wide will be issued this week Tuesday.
The good news is, my guards have been oh so bored lately. I thought I’d reward them with a Easter egg hunt. OR rather a Submissive hunt. I sure hope your Doms are team players.
OOC information: None of this is known by characters until it actually happens.
Okay so this is a wide for subs and Doms. The Switches will also have a role to play, but it isn’t a punishment directed them.
At 6 pm, all submissives and Doms will be picked up by the Doms and taken to their respective areas. Switches will all be given communicators and told to remain in a dorm room until 10 pm.
(This is will actually start around 4 pm Tuesday OOC to give us all time to play. There will be a time stop, similar to when we do the masquerade. We will play out Tuesday night, over the course of two days. OOC the time frame is Tuesday 4pm CST until Wednesday night. IC this goes from 6pm Tuesday until Wednesday morning)
It will be dark, around 50 degrees. All students phones will be taken away.
SUBMISSIVES: Subs will be stripped, blindfolded, fitted with a shock collar, and handcuffed. (blindfolds can’t be removed) They will be placed throughout campus. (Your sub’s location is on this list). A 6 foot chain will connect their collar to a metal hook in a near by floor or wall. Each sub will be alone in their spot. They were taken to this spot blindfolded, so they do not know exactly where they are. Guards will be hunting these submissives, trying to find them. If they are found they will have to endure a physical punishment before being put back in their spot. (It’s up to you as a writer if your sub is found by guards at all, once or twice. ) So, they’d be smart to stay quiet. They will have a communicator device. Switches will be sending them questions to help figure out where they are. They can only answer the question, not offer up any additional information. Questions come in on a communicator. There are headphone with a mic so the subs can hear and respond. Subs can figure out where they are by feeling around, smell, feeling of outside or inside, etc. (Example: A sub might feel around and feel that they’re in a desk, so assume a classroom. Then smell sweetness and also chemicals and deduce they might be in the home ec room.). Once a sub has been located by a Switch, they will remain in place until a Dom with a key shows up to let them loose and escort them back to the dorms.
Each time a sub’s collar is unlocked it sends a shock to all other still locked subs. Shocks will be annoyingly painful, but not harmful. Think dog shock collar level.
Switches: You are not being punished, but you can help your less wise friends out. Guards will make sure you stay in your room until 10 pm. You will each be given a communicator which only communicates with subs. You are allowed to message three questions PER sub to try and figure out their location. Once they’ve asked their three questions they can offer a guess where the sub is and ooc the writer can confirm or deny. The switches can share the information with other switches, but cannot ask that sub anything else about where they are. If they do determine the location of a sub they enter that information into a spreadsheet that the Doms will be able to see. Switches cannot release subs they can only locate them. Switches are to remain in the switch building. They do not go out to find the subs physically. They also will be in charge of taking care of subs as they’re released and brought to the switch building.
Example Questions: “Are you outside?” “What can you feel?” “What can you smell?” “Can you hear anything?”
Doms: Doms will be taken by guards to their spot. (Most are in the dungeons). They will not be aware of what else is going on until 10 pm. At 10 a video message will play to each Dom explaining that they need to get a key to release a sub they care about. Each Dom will have to make a choice. Once they’ve accomplished their task/made their choice, they will get the key they need to release any one submissive. As they leave the dungeons, there is a big screen showing the names and locations of subs that the switches have located thus far. They can pick anyone who’s been located to physically go to and release with the key. Then, they have two choices: 1. they can choose a second dungeon room to enter and accomplish the task in to get a second key and release a second submissive. OR they can grab a communicator and join the switches asking questions to locate more subs. Doms can yell back and forth between their dungeon cells, but cannot communicate with the subs or switches (unless its specifically part of their choice/task), until they get the key and get out of the dungeons.
If a Dom gets a key, they have to use that key before attempting to get a second key. Doms can only get two keys total. If they choose the second room: IC a guard would take them to a specific room designed to be terrifying for them. OOC just pick whichever of the “generic” rooms at the bottom of the list that your character would be most terrified of. DO NOT choose an easy room for your character. It wouldn’t happen.
If you have any questions, direct them at J on discord. Thank you :)
“Okay I felt that.. Is everyone else okay?.. Elliot? Tina? Sam?..”
There's so many.. looks so bad. This is my fault.
Have you been hearing how everyone’s doing?.. No one’s told me about Tina or Elliot.. Do you know?
Everyone left. Alexander ain't answering you. But he's busy with Franklin, right? So it's alright.
There is a chance that some people are going to have a traumatic experience tonight that could last a lifetime.. And it’s your fault. I don’t want to talk to you.
It's so stupid. I can't sit up. I can't even walk because of that foot.
Because you’re a stupid twat?
I want to get out of here. Out of this school, out of this place. I wanted to wake up to something else than his voice. He's stupid voice completely ignoring me. I don't even matter to him. It's so stupid. I'm so stupid.
I hope you’re okay Gabriel.. I’m not going to hate you forever.
He should be here for me. I need him. He promised.
I don’t want to deal with you and your shit right now I have my own.
What: Elliot is caught by a guard, beat up, and thrown into the pool but he's kind of out of it.
Notes: More of a reflection on violence than the actual violence, tw: drowning
He could see the water around him entwining with threads of red, spiraling out from various parts of his body. Almost as if the blood was coming directly from his body, radiating out with every thud of his heart. Elliot watched distantly. The pain in his arm twinged slightly with each movement-- maybe it had been broken or something--, but he could scarcely feel any other cuts on him, just a hot, sticky forehead and the calming water around him.
This was nice, kind of relaxing, lazily floating. He could almost imagine some cocktail in his hand, like a thin, rich, high society botoxed woman. Except for the cackling in the background. A soft whir came over the atmosphere, and Elliot glanced up vaguely at the ceiling to see the guards smashing the remainder of the cameras with his baseball bat. Something bumped against his shoe, sending shockwaves of pain again up through his residual limb.
Fuck, this was so much nicer when he had been zoned out. His legs dropped down and he began treading water, his mind kicking on again as he saw the pool cover approach him. He reached up, but a twinge in his arm sent him jerking it back down almost as suddenly. With one limp arm and a fucked up leg, he groped up again, tentatively, at the rubber edge of the pool cover. He couldn't get it, no, too slippery. It continued to bump into him, pushing him across the pool, until one of the guards took notice. The aluminum bat was chucked at his head out of no where, and the instant he ducked underwater, he could see the cover's pace speed up. There was no where for him to go, the surface now taut and smooth, stretched straight across.
He could hardly swim like this, gimping along under the surface. The few minutes of air he had heaved and strained against his chest. Everything was burning now. His arm, his head, the myriad of other cuts and bruises across him. His eyes strained against the chlorine, He couldn't get out, he was trapped. Fucking guards weren't allowed to kill him, but somehow pummeling you with your baseball bat and knives and then setting a pool cover over you was acceptable. He couldn't die like this he had to get.. shit, what was he thinking. He had to get the.. He couldn't die like this and leave Marley without a phone.. He was supposed to be finding Franklin, he couldn't die like this. His hair probably looked awful.. His limp arm flailed around uselessly, his body again flat right under the cover. With a mighty thump, his hand hit against it, no give. He fumbled with the other in his pocket, past the two dead cellphones Ahh. A shock of bright red crossed his blurred vision as he felt the razor blade dig deep into his palm. He urged his hand to close around, grasp it tight in his weary fingers. He thrust the tip into the cover, ripping it savagely down the center.
His head surfaced through it a moment later. The humid, chlorinated air filled his burning lungs. All he could do was toss his bad arm out, and then the other one too. The strength had been sapped from the rest of his body. The guards would be far away by now, but who knew if any others would come across him by daybreak. More importantly, who cared. He was beyond exhausted. What little adrenaline remained in him kept his legs kicking slightly as his head and arms remained on the cover. He couldn't pull himself out, not now anyway. That could wait for later. He laid his head down on the cover, staying awake just enough so he wouldn't slip back under, and started to doze off again.
