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The room is grey and smells of nothing. You stare up into two non-faces: dark ovals of spider-mesh inside crumpled lime-green hoods. Two individuals suited head to toe. Not 'people'. 'People' is unconfirmed, especially with the processed voice filtering from one oval. Total gibberish.
"QB QA KTMDMZ VWE. BPIB KIV JM BISMV KIZM WN," gibberishes the other, and does something behind you you can't quite see, then circles back around holding a face-mask in one hand and the face-mask's ridged hose and tank in the other. They mean it for your face. They mean the tank for your lungs, you think, or for your brain. So you'll shuffle into the machine. Right? Your hands are being held securely. You should be able to change this.
>[1] Your hands are being held. Your mouth is not. Speak [OPEN.] [No roll, but this would be your one use/day.]
>[2] Your hands are being held. Your teeth are not. Attempt to bite the individual's hand when they go in with the face-mask, then overpower them from there. [Roll.]
>[3] Your hands are being held. Your eyes are not. You want to know what's inside those suits— and you can find out easily, even if it'd leave you vulnerable. (Communion. Spend 1 ID.)
>[4] Your hands are being held. Your heart is not. The red stuff sleeps in and around it, but you're sure it'd be happy to dispatch any vile manhandlers of your fine person. Maybe other things, too. (Spend 1 SV. You are currently at 1/? SV.)
>[5] Write-in.