04-30-2007, 07:06 PM
OOC: The Facility is not a single building. It is a large resort island owned by The Facility, with several facilities on its property which serve different purposes. Most likely anybody who has 'heard' about it and sought it out on their own is not at the proper building for new arrivals.
IC:
A security guard approached the dragoness. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but do you have a reservation?" He was a normal human, but it was clear from the way he carried himself that he would match any combative move that his opponents might make, as well as prove more than capable of subdual. "This building is restricted unless you have a reservation, in which case you should be coming on the shuttle. I can escort you to the main lobby, if you wish."
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A petite mouse-girl entered Leon's room with a tray containing a medium t-bone, a bowl of mashed potatoes with brown gravy, and a mix of rice and vegetables. "Your training begins at dawn. It is... approximately 1700 hours right now. If you require anything, I will be pleased to fetch it for you. And Miss Alte hopes this meal is satisfactory."
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Hunter watched the security footage. There was definitely a leak of information somewhere. Maybe he could call in an old acquaintance or two... the U.S. government, after all, would be happy to find a use for the inadequately named Agency, hunting down an enemy of free enterprise. After all, there was nothing illegal abotu his business under U.S. law -- every one of the Facility's clients agreed to being mentally manipulated in contractually defined areas and ways at their own request.
Certainly he could find moral ambiguity and subjects who had been unaware of what they had signed, but this was often not his Facility's fault. It was the result of companies contracting their training sessions to him and not providing the full paperwork to the employees they sent. As long as their signature wasn't forged, Hunter didn't question why they had signed, at least in corporate bills. After all, they were the ones who paid most of the expenses of owning and operating such a grand facility, which truly existed for the individual enthusiasts and those like Leon.
Leon was a special case. He looked down and saw Alte curled up and sleeping at his feet. She was a good bitch, and his first... well, not his first slave. But the first full conversion job. He kept the contract she'd had drawn up during the week after they had graduated. It was in their memory album, next to the marriage license and their wedding photo. But this was no time to focus on the past. The present meant finding out who was leaking information about the Facility's location, and silencing them in the most effective and least intrusive manner possible. Maybe this new intruder... could prove to be a valuable asset.
IC:
A security guard approached the dragoness. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but do you have a reservation?" He was a normal human, but it was clear from the way he carried himself that he would match any combative move that his opponents might make, as well as prove more than capable of subdual. "This building is restricted unless you have a reservation, in which case you should be coming on the shuttle. I can escort you to the main lobby, if you wish."
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A petite mouse-girl entered Leon's room with a tray containing a medium t-bone, a bowl of mashed potatoes with brown gravy, and a mix of rice and vegetables. "Your training begins at dawn. It is... approximately 1700 hours right now. If you require anything, I will be pleased to fetch it for you. And Miss Alte hopes this meal is satisfactory."
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Hunter watched the security footage. There was definitely a leak of information somewhere. Maybe he could call in an old acquaintance or two... the U.S. government, after all, would be happy to find a use for the inadequately named Agency, hunting down an enemy of free enterprise. After all, there was nothing illegal abotu his business under U.S. law -- every one of the Facility's clients agreed to being mentally manipulated in contractually defined areas and ways at their own request.
Certainly he could find moral ambiguity and subjects who had been unaware of what they had signed, but this was often not his Facility's fault. It was the result of companies contracting their training sessions to him and not providing the full paperwork to the employees they sent. As long as their signature wasn't forged, Hunter didn't question why they had signed, at least in corporate bills. After all, they were the ones who paid most of the expenses of owning and operating such a grand facility, which truly existed for the individual enthusiasts and those like Leon.
Leon was a special case. He looked down and saw Alte curled up and sleeping at his feet. She was a good bitch, and his first... well, not his first slave. But the first full conversion job. He kept the contract she'd had drawn up during the week after they had graduated. It was in their memory album, next to the marriage license and their wedding photo. But this was no time to focus on the past. The present meant finding out who was leaking information about the Facility's location, and silencing them in the most effective and least intrusive manner possible. Maybe this new intruder... could prove to be a valuable asset.