14 [accidental video; LOCKED to Police Filter as of 2/9 at 6:48 PM]
[The broadcast is labeled as video, but so far, only the audio is distinguishable. There is video, but all you can see is just straight-up blackness, and there’s a rustling that’s back behind the sound of the two speakers. It’s as if this is being broadcast from, oh, the pocket of somebody who’s prone to fidgeting around in office settings and thereby triggering his comm. Sentinel Prime is talking.]
“-received the latest report from that asylum up north. They’re saying that so far, so good. The drugs are working, they’re keeping her under the lights in solitary, and no ‘incidents’ have occurred yet.”
[Cheetor’s the next one to speak.]
“That’s good.”
“No, that’s worrying. For all we know, she’s just playing dead until she gets the right chance to tear someone’s throat out.”
“Sentinel, they’re not going to just let her walk around because she’s behaved since Friday.”
“Maybe not now. Who knows how long she can wait? You know these humans; you let them think they have control and they go and get lazy. They never should have transferred her up there. We had the capabilities to hold her! Who does this judge think he is, moving her to an asylum? What does he know?”
“Look, I don’t like it any more than you do, but they want to study her. Maybe we can learn something from her. They said they wanted to test the asylum’s capability to hold super-powered humans…”
“Super-powered ‘humans’, my bumper. She’s as human as I am.”
“…Sentinel, we are human right now.”
“That’s not important! This is a slag decision. You saw what she could do. She belongs locked up, where she can’t touch anyone. Where are their backup generators? Where is their surplus supply of tranquilizers? All it takes it a blackout, and she’ll-”
“Sentinel, that’s why they have our number. If she ever gets out, we’ll be there to lock her back up. Hopefully in here.”
“Let’s hope so. You know they can’t find their backsides with their hands, but hopefully they think this is important enough to-”
[There’s another rustling, and off goes the feed.]
[ooc; They're talking about Karu-Sil, who has been transferred to an asylum north of the City. Replies will be slow initially because Cheetor's new to the phenomenon of Butt Posting.]
“-received the latest report from that asylum up north. They’re saying that so far, so good. The drugs are working, they’re keeping her under the lights in solitary, and no ‘incidents’ have occurred yet.”
[Cheetor’s the next one to speak.]
“That’s good.”
“No, that’s worrying. For all we know, she’s just playing dead until she gets the right chance to tear someone’s throat out.”
“Sentinel, they’re not going to just let her walk around because she’s behaved since Friday.”
“Maybe not now. Who knows how long she can wait? You know these humans; you let them think they have control and they go and get lazy. They never should have transferred her up there. We had the capabilities to hold her! Who does this judge think he is, moving her to an asylum? What does he know?”
“Look, I don’t like it any more than you do, but they want to study her. Maybe we can learn something from her. They said they wanted to test the asylum’s capability to hold super-powered humans…”
“Super-powered ‘humans’, my bumper. She’s as human as I am.”
“…Sentinel, we are human right now.”
“That’s not important! This is a slag decision. You saw what she could do. She belongs locked up, where she can’t touch anyone. Where are their backup generators? Where is their surplus supply of tranquilizers? All it takes it a blackout, and she’ll-”
“Sentinel, that’s why they have our number. If she ever gets out, we’ll be there to lock her back up. Hopefully in here.”
“Let’s hope so. You know they can’t find their backsides with their hands, but hopefully they think this is important enough to-”
[There’s another rustling, and off goes the feed.]
[ooc; They're talking about Karu-Sil, who has been transferred to an asylum north of the City. Replies will be slow initially because Cheetor's new to the phenomenon of Butt Posting.]