601/Secrets

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Secrets
Date of Scene: 24 May 2017
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Singh, 271




Singh has posed:
Its been hours since the visit from the strange Orderly. Hours since things got weird. Ginger has been alternating between watching TV, sleeping, and shaking due to Caffeine withdrawal. What she wouldn't give for a soda, coffee, tea, an energy drink. Even a little chocolate would help right now. The remnants of dinner sit on a tray near her. There is just something unsettling about green Jello and pureed fish. Its enough to make her gag really.

Keane (271) has posed:
    The measured tread of three sets of heavy booted feet can be heard coming up the corridor outside the room long before the door opens to admit one enormously tall and hugely built, unbelievably animalistic creature. In lieu of a medical face mask or any kind of biohazardous gear, what looks like a 6'8" half-ape half-man with huge hands and claws almost as long as his freakishly long fingers walks in. Under hospital scrubs and apparently in lieu of biohazard gear, the creature appears to be wearing some kind of satiny, or maybe fluid-like, skintight black bodysuit that covers every inch of it from head to toe, sans even holes for eyes or mouth.

    Through the open door an armed guard can be seen taking up station at one side of the door while another crosses the opening to take station there. The tall musclebound creature stands there stock still, staring at the woman in the bed while the door swings closed behind him.

Singh has posed:
Ginger Singh perks up from her current cooking show. They are making Caribbean Jerk Pork. When she sees the strange man, she gasps and withdraws herself a little. "This... This isn't a normal hospital is it? It never was. That orderly, He lied to me didn't he? Where am I? What am I doing here?" She is really nervous over this whole thing now. Nothing is adding up.

Keane (271) has posed:
    "Normal?" the voice that comes out of the tall ape-man is strangely familiar. Naggingly, even. Like a celebrity's voice, or more than one. "You'd have to define that before I could answer, but where you are is less important than where you've been."

    The whole time he's been standing there, the alien's been looking looking at and into and through the girl. It isn't x-ray vision, it's nanoscopically fine subatomic inspection. Every subatomic particle, every quantum interaction, is observed and catalogued and indexed in his mind.

Singh has posed:
Ginger Singh sits there shaking her head. "This world... There is no such thing as normal. By normal I meant that the hospital was a traditional one. You know? Like go there after an accident and not have umm... people being checked out by powered individuals." She just looks feeling a little awkward. The man's eyes seeming to peer through her. "So what happened to me?"

Keane (271) has posed:
    "Ah," when the alien speaks his body doesn't move. Not the shoulders or the torso. It's as if he doesn't breathe, as if that voice emanates from him or is generated by him in some fashion further outside the norm than Ginger already assumed. "In this world," he answers, "I've found a high percentage of what you call 'powered' individuals in every crowd. Between alien, artificial enhancement, the so-called X-Gene, magic and so on, the likelihood is actually higher that any given individual -is- powered without knowing it than that they are not powered."

    He pauses a moment to let that sink in before addressing her question, and even then he doesn't answer it. "I abhor answering questions with questions but I need to know: Why do you think you're in the hospital? More importantly, how exactly did you come into contact with," he pauses as if searching for a word or euphemism and finally supplies, "dangerous chemicals?"

Singh has posed:
Ginger Singh nod, "Touche." She states as she glances toward the TV. "Hmm that would go good with chicken I think. That seasoning. I wonder if that would work." She mutters as she gets a little side tracked. Then she begins to concider how things are in thie world. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"Wait Dangerous Chemicals? I work with some for cleaning but I don't think those are what you're talking about." She thinks a little. "Well, I am in a room that is remniscent of a hospital room. This bed is a hospital bed. THe little tv is something they'd have in a hospital. Doctors have been paged occasionally through the day. So I ask again, Where am I if not a hospital."

She thinks a little more. "The last thing I remember was crashing into side of a STAR Labs building. After that everything went blank." She doesn't know that her seatbelt gave way and she went through a windshield and went flying through countless chemicals. That stuff though would be in her charts.

Keane (271) has posed:
    Keane moves further into the room, reaching his black-clad arms behind his back and clasping one big, brutish hand around the other wrist in an unbearably civilized manner for such a weird-looking creature. Ape-man in a black bodystocking in surgical scrubs.

    "You're still inside STAR Labs," the alien answers as he approaches the television, unhooks one hand from the other and reaches up to turn it off. He hooks that wrist into the other hand, behind him, as he turns back to face Ginger again. "Frankly I'm appalled that these humans stored experimental and volatile compounds in a room behind just one layer of concrete that any drunk driver could plow through with a standard road car, but c'est la vie, hm?"

Singh has posed:
"Hey!" She snaps over the tv being shut off. Ginger doesn't watch much TV. But she does watch a lot of cooking shows for inspiration. Then he drops the bomb on her. "I'm at STAR Labs?!" Her mind races. "I... I wouldn't be here if something REALLY bad didn't happen." She sighs and rubs her head with a wince. "I wasn't drunk driving. My brakes went out. I couldn't slow down. The car just kept going faster. I dunno how thick the wall was. All I know is I grashed into it and thats all I remember."

She sighs, "Wait... experimental and volatile compounds? What happened to me. Don't sugar coat it please. I need to know. I've been feeling strange all day."

Keane (271) has posed:
    "You aren't cleared to know," Keane answers sharply, his tone suddenly cold and hard. "Do you understand the situation you're in, young lady?" He suddenly takes several fast steps toward Ginger and leans over her, glaring down from behind that black facemask which, from this range, is clearly some kind of projected energy field. It pulsates like liquid at the vibrations from his voice passing through. "This isn't a sobriety checkpoint or a routine traffic stop and a breathalyzer, this is destruction of government property and possibly an act of terrorism. You don't walk out of here and file a lawsuit."

Singh has posed:
Ginger Singh blinks a few times, "I'm not cleared to know what happened to me?! I just told you how I got into this situation. I had no brakes. I was trying to avoid killing people and I crashed into this damn building. Apparently something bad happened to me concerning chemicals. I want to know what." As she speaks She seems to tower over the very tall man. She doesn't even realize what is going on but she is stretching at the torso, making herself much taller. "So you can keep on going over these idle threats of yours. I am a Citizen of the USA and I am definitely not a terrorist. Would I still be here if I had some weird intention of causing trouble? HELL NO!" She snaps. Then her body returns to its normal height. "Okay that felt funky."

Keane (271) has posed:
    "I suppose it did," answers Keane mildly as he stands up, his head nodding slowly in that strange liquid-energy balaclava. He takes a step back from the woman and turns sidewise to her to pace the floor. "You crashed through a wall and into a room storing a number of chemicals which, as I've told you, you aren't cleared to be briefed on the nature or even the name of. Unfortunately, these materials were still being developed and studied and decontamination procedures, aside from flash-fire in contained environments, had not yet been established to any extent whatsoever." He stops pacing to look at Ginger Singh directly. "I do hope you're glad that you weren't decontaminated under the circumstances, miss..?"

Singh has posed:
"Ginger Singh." She cants her head. "What the hell is that supposed to mean. I wasn't decontaminated after being exposed to volatile chemicals? That means whatever I was covered in could be in my system. It could be giving me cancer or any number of weird diseases. So please, why am I lucky. This is MY body! I have a right to know what is going on with it."

Keane (271) has posed:
    "Well you're certainly lucky you weren't flash-fired since that's the only decontamination procedure known, aren't you?" the tone in the alien's voice is bright and cheerful.

Singh has posed:
Ginger Singh gives a sharp look. She's getting very annoyed now. Quietly she sits up, her body aching like no one's business. Everything within her wants to cry out but she fights it back. Her feet touch the floor and she stands up. She pulls out the IV and the catheter and any other wires she has in.

Keane (271) has posed:
    Keane steps casually over in front of the door and leans his shoulders against it with a heavy clatter. A second later there's a knock from the armed sentries outside. "Please, miss Singh," the alien says quietly, "sit down."

Singh has posed:
Ginger Singh glares at Keane. "Either explain the situation or let me go. I'm not some animal for testing. I'm an innocent girl who wound up in the wrong place. You can not blame me for this. You just explained to me that the only decontamination procedure for what happened to me was to literally BURN ME TO DEATH!" She shouts. "Either you can tell me or I will find a way out of this room."

Keane (271) has posed:
    "I also told you that hadn't happened, which implies that it won't," Keane answers levelly. There's another knock at the door, or more accurately this time it's a banging. A knock is when someone politely raps with the knuckles of their hand, a banging is when someone tries the door and, finding it immobile, angrily beats on it with their fist. "The only way I can ensure that it continues to not happen, miss Singh, is with your cooperation. Please," he unhooks one hand from the other behind him and uses it to gesture at the bed.

Singh has posed:
Ginger Singh looks at Keane and then at the door. She growls and sits back down. "This is bull you know? You can't keep hiding it from me. I'm going to find out sooner or later. Better to find out now before I find out another way." She frowns. "Nice to know I get into a damn accident and then find out I'm a prisoner here. So nice to be treated like a *^$#!@ Caged Rat to be poked and prodded."

Keane (271) has posed:
    Keane opens the door and steps away from it, allowing the guards to open up and step inside. "My fault," he says to them, and they back out of the room, closing the door behind them. The alien approaches the bed, that freed hand held out in front of him with two long, clawed fingers extended toward Ginger. "You were exposed to a good many materials," he says, "but the one that concerns me most is the one that seems to have actually bonded with and - excitingly replaced much of - your organic tissues. Grip my fingers," he instructs blandly as if he hadn't just said the first part, "and squeeze as hard as you can."

Singh has posed:
Ginger Singh blinks a few times. Her mind races about what this means for her. "It combined and overtook some of my body? Is there a mirror around here? Do I look alright? I'm still human right? I'm not some weird chemical blob or anything am I?"

Then she is given the instruction. She wraps her hand round his and squeezes. There is nothing elaborate about the way she holds it. Just a typical squeeze. She's got a bit of strength but she isn't super strong.

Keane (271) has posed:
    "You observed yourself that this is no ordinary hospital and I am no ordinary doctor," Keane answers, mild amusement in his tone of voice. "Squeeze harder please," he instructs.

    When Ginger Singh's fingers had encountered that inky black field around him they passed right through whatever it is as if it weren't there at all. When they actually gripped his skin underneath they found something hard, cold, and unyielding as rock and smooth as diamond.

    While waiting for her to comply he goes on, "So when you ask me what you look like, you need to understand that you're asking, ah, what's the term," he thinks a long moment before he says, "I think your people call it a, 'mass spectrometer,' or something like that, how you look. To be perfectly frank, you're a fascinating specimen. I imagine you must have been an alien, at least in part, or perhaps possessed of some X-factor geneology of your own, to survive exposure to -that much- Silitex hydrogel in the first place. It's just tragic I didn't have the chance to examine you -before- exposure as well."

Singh has posed:
Ginger Singh squeezes as hard as she can. The only thing that changes really is the way her hands shift. They flatten out and stretch abit. Wrapping around his hand far more then they ought to. In doing so she does manage to tighten the grip. "What the?" She lets go and just looks at her hand. "That was weird." She idly tugs on her index finger and it stretches out with ease. "Errrr. This just got really messed up."

She lets go and her hand goes back. "I don't think I had any x-factor or anything before. I was a normal girl. I had just made a pizza delivery. Some guy was holding a huge party and this guy there grabbed my butt. I decked him for it and he took offense and was calling me all sorts of ugly names..." Her eye go wide. "I think... I think the wreckage of my car needs checked. Specifically the brakes. I think he may have cut them..."

Keane (271) has posed:
    "As I said in the beginning, the likelihood that you did and didn't know is greater than that you did not," Keane answers as he swings his hand behind him again and steps back away from Ginger. "Ultimately we will need to index your speed, reflexes, senses, and intelligence. I think by now it's safe to say you've developed no telepathy or other extrasensory abilities, at least not yet." He cocks his head to the side as he looks the woman up and down. "I do detect a significant cellular deficiency. Addiction, I think. Stimulants, low-grade. Is it coffee, with you, or tea?"

Singh has posed:
Ginger Singh blushes a little, "Caffeine. I live on the stuff. Tea, Coffee, energy drinks, anything that has caffeine in it I use. It keeps me going for work. I can't get my dreams if I am too tired to get them right?" She sheugs. "Ummmm I don't feel any faster or any smarter. Nothing crazy I don't think. So I am basically a full on rubber girl right now? Is that it? I turned into some kind of female version of Reed Richards?" With a quick motion, she swings one arm at the other. With a quick motion her arm whips around her other, squeezing it tight, completely pinching it off. "This... Is going to take some getting used to." A quick flick and her arm is freed and her other arm is back to normal. "Whoa!"

Keane (271) has posed:
    Keane moves to the door and opens it a crack, murmurs a few words to the guards outside, and then closes it and leans his shoulder against the door while he waits for the guard to come back. "It is far too early to make any assumptions about the number or extent of your mutations," he answers very seriously. "You have to understand that you are as much experimental compound as human DNA at this time. The properties of this material were not fully known when it fused with your biological material and you are our first biological fusion sample." The fact that he didn't say 'first surviving' but 'first' kind of echoes.

Singh has posed:
Ginger Singh winces, "So I am going to need to be tested a lot. Great. Can I at least have some contact with the outside world. Like calling my boss and letting him know that I was in a car accident and I am actually alive." She sighs. "I won't say what happened. How could I? I barely know myself. I'm still completely confused by it all."

Keane (271) has posed:
    "You aren't actually alive, at least not in the sense that you were alive before you crashed through that wall," Keane answers sharply, shaking his head immediately at the question. "Believe me, miss Singh, you died in that car accident. Whoever you were died in that car accident. As of now you are the property of the United States government, just like I am, just like every member of the U.S. armed forces."

    After a moment to let that sink in he adds, "You will be allowed to contact your immediate -family-. Spouses, children, parents, siblings, and so forth. Beyond that I'm afraid you'll have to get used to the idea that you're considered a dangerous new species until we can establish the number, types, and limits of your powers, your weaknesses and how to exploit them to bring you down, and then you'll have to get used to the idea that you're still considered a dangerous unique species who is trusted only as long as you follow orders."

Singh has posed:
Ginger Singh sighs, "Great. So I may as well ditch the whole idea of having a life then. I mean I still have hopes and dreams and you are telling me that I am little more then a number now to the US Government. That is really reassuring." She shakes her head and putsh er hands over her face. "I'm not a soldier. There is a reason I avoided the Military. I don't follow orders. I'm a cook! All I want out of life is to be a chef and to make people happy with my cooking. I don't want to be some strange new life form."

"If things are as bad as you say, I shouldn't contact my parents. I have no spouse. No children. Only my parents. If I 'died' in a car accident then I should probably be left that way. I don't want them to think of me as some monster."

Then there is that. "I am not a soldier. I don't follow orders. That is the opposite of who I am. I cook because I can be creative. I can be free from the constraints of a lot of rules." She's shaking. Her body is reacting to the fact that she hasn't had caffeine in a few days. "I need coffee or something caffeinated. Please."

Keane (271) has posed:
    There's a knock at the door right when Ginger asks for coffee, and that is an honest coincidence. It took that long for the sentries outside to find an orderly and get him to run downstairs and head down the block to a convenience store. They pass in one of those stiff cardboard drink carriers with two tall paper cups along with a plastic shopping bag, and as Keane delivers the goods to the lady on the bed the guards close the door behind themselves. Ginger Singh will find coffee, tea, a couple of different brands (and flavors) of energy drink, a package of donuts, a gas-station burrito, a hot pocket, and a couple of flavors of soda pop. Apparently what this alien doctor with the horrific bedside manner had told the guards was that his patient needed a caffeine fix and for God's sake some decent junk food.

Singh has posed:
Ginger's eyes light up when she smells the coffee. She takes it and sips it down. The heat from the coffee flows through her body and she actually seems to be a little more loose from it. As though the heat from the coffee had caused her to become even more flexible. Almost instantly the shakes stop and she just seems to calm down. The problems with addiction.

Finally she speaks up again as she fishes out a donut. "Look. I will play ball. JUst please, don't let them treat me like some soldier. I can't do that. I'm not some military brat. I've never been in the military. My parents were never in the military, nor were my grandparents. I just am not good at following orders. I get that I need studied and people think I might be some kind of danger to everyone around me but, making me be something I'm not will just make me crazy!"

Keane (271) has posed:
    Keane makes a sound that's like laughter, but as before his body doesn't move the way it should if he were laughing. He's just mimicking the noises humans make for the comfort of the human in the room. "I said you were the property of the United States like a soldier is, miss Singh, I never said you were a soldier," he answers her in a reassuring tone. "I promise you won't be treated like you're in boot camp until or unless you actually choose to sign on with a military force, or possibly if you sign on as an official agent of some organization like S.H.I.E.L.D. or S.W.O.R.D. What you do need to remember, though, is that you can't just get up and walk out of here. Men like those outside the door," he uses one hand to gesture at the door, "will shoot you dead."

Singh has posed:
Ginger Singh sighs and nods, "Fine. Its an assumption that they can actually shoot me dead. I dunno if that would work right now. I mean, I am really rubbery and stuff. I think I could withstand a lot more then I used to. I dunno though. Only one way to find out if I can or not. No I'm not going to go out and try to get shot."

Keane (271) has posed:
    "Even if you did," the alien responds quickly, bringing both hands around front of him and holding them out in a halting motion, "they would send someone like -me- after you, and I can promise you I could find a way to stop you and I wouldn't have any way of knowing which way would hurt or kill or simply incapacitate until I'd already tried it. Please, miss Singh, please believe that staying here and participating, co-operating," he deliberately splits that word into the components of 'co' and 'operate' to indicate that her operation and his or their operation should be considered two different things, one for her reasons and one for their reasons, even if they are the same activity for now, "is truly in your best interests. I have been through it myself and if I hadn't participated I would not have the understanding of my abilities and weaknesses, and the ability to combat those weaknesses, that I possess today."

Singh has posed:
Ginger Singh frowns, "Fine. I'm going to need something to do around here that isn't sitting on my ass watching TV and waiting for meals. I'm not a fan of being idle. I need to do something. I don't care if its a puzzle some video game or something else. right now I just need something that isn't mind numbing."

Keane (271) has posed:
    Keane nods his head at that and paces a few steps toward the door. "Honestly I don't expect you'll be here much longer. I'll file my report on your state of health and the curious symptoms exhibited, and most likely you'll be transferred to some facility either dedicated to holding and interrogation or testing and training metahuman variants. Of course I'm speaking from my own experience. Being a native of this universe, planet and nation, you may be afforded additional rights and privileges that I was not."

Singh has posed:
Ginger Singh noods slowly. "Alright. I guess I am going to watch some more TV. Notm uch else for me to do really." She shrugs. Idly she swings her legs back up on the bed and she gets comfortable. At first, her hand goes for the remote. Then she just sighs. Reaching clear across the room, she turns the TV back on. "Okay There could be some perks."

Keane (271) has posed:
    Keane turns and heads out the door. The armed guards will leave with him - not that they leave the facility altogether, just that they don't stand right outside the room. On his way out he'll have a talk with the nurse about providing the new patient with entertainment options, explaining that she's most likely a new S.H.I.E.L.D. recruit rather than a prisoner... not that there's really much difference sometimes.