Posted July 6, 2020, 3:51 p.m. by Ensign Jasper Jarvis (Cardiology and Surgery) (Iain Foggarty)
Posted by Gamemaster Wombat (Gamemaster) in Main sim - Holodeck: The madhouse of the Jasperwock
Posted by Crewman Joe Black (Dentist) in Main sim - Holodeck: The madhouse of the Jasperwock
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Pilar O’Keefe (Head Nurse) in Main sim - Holodeck: The madhouse of the Jasperwock
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Dr Jarvis strode through the doors of the empty holodeck and surveyed the blank canvas in front of him. “No, this won’t do,” he muttered to himself, “won’t do at all.” However, he knew that here, unlike back in the infirmary, he could tailor the space to suit his macabre purposes. “Computer, load an earth, Victorian-era sanitarium,” he commanded.The black walls that surrounded Jasper were quickly replaced with equally boring grey ones. However, instead of metal, these were made of cold stone with an eerie, chilling feel about them. The floor on which he stood was now a black and white checkerboard and overhead, old filament bulbs flickered with the faint crackle of electricity. He stared around the entrance hall with its high wooden reception desk and metal barred security doors. Now, this was a canvas on which he could paint his bloody masterpiece.
He turned to his new assistant, “take the inmates to their cells and make sure they are secure.” He then muttered, more to himself, “we’ll need some more hands before we can have this place up and running.”
Dr Jasperwock M.D. (Murderously Deranged)
Pilar nodded “Of course Doctor.” She said as she moved the others to the holding cells off to the side. Once she was done “How many more people are we going to need to be successful in our venture here?” She asked as she came back to where Jasaperwock was.
Head Nurse
Some time that was later but not too much later Joe Black groaned, because that was the thing you did when your head hurt. He looked around and tried to put his hand to his throbbing skull when he realised he was restrained.
Pulling on the restraints he looked around. HELLO? He asked and blinked. Or would have done had he eyelids. DOCTOR JARVIS? NURSE PILAR? He added tentativly.
Dr. Black
DDSAt that moment, over the general address system the cheery computer voice announced =/\= Attention Code Orange. Repeat, Code Orange. All emergency personnel are required to respond to their duty stations for briefing.=/\=
GM Wombat
On the top floor of the large facility, in an office similar to that of a fictional nuclear power plant owner from yesteryear, the Jasperwock stood and stared out of the giant window. At the bottom of a long drive lined with trees, were the doors to the holodeck.
“We need to do something with our inmates,” one voice said inside his mind.
“Yes,” another agreed. “What’s the point of having them if we don’t make proper use of them.”
“Yes. We need to begin treatment right away. It’s all for their own good.”
The Jasperwock thought about this for a moment, before spotting a flaw in the argument, “what about our skeletal friend? We don’t even know what he is. How can we treat that which we know so little about?”
“Isn’t that obvious…” the first voice began.
”…we examine and if needs be, dissect him,” the second finished.
“Yes,” the Jasperwock agreed with this assessment of the situation. Striding across his office, he entered an old mechanical elevator; hidden behind a bookcase and began turning the handle. The old machinery creaked and wailed as it was forcible called into use and the elevator juddered as it slowly descended to the ground floor. Stepping out, he crossed the dimly lit entrance hall. “You two,” he snapped at a pair of large men dressed in the white uniform of orderlies, “come with me.”
The sound of helpless moans and insane screams was music to the Jasperwock’s ears as he strode through the facility and down to the holding cells. Along the way, he had his two goons, affectionately named Orderdum and Orderdee, grab an old, spindly gurney, with a scratched cream leather surface and well-worn brown restraints. It screeched horridly as it trundled along, the sound adding to the ambience. When they reached the cell containing the skeletal being, Orderdum turned the old-fashioned bolt lock, which creaked loudly and the door to the cream coloured padded cell opened.
“And how are we feeling, Dr Black?” the Jasperwock asked in his nasally tone, the dim light from the flickering bulb glinting macabrely off his thin, round spectacles.
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