Backlog - Where is everyone?

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7:53am.

The meeting room where Mycroft and Lady G have somewhat successful dinner parties, now creepy and empty. Awesome.

Caroline's pacing back and forth, flexing her hands together, the click-click-click of her heels (yes, heels, because the wardrobe room's locked, and apparently nobody's freaking out about this except her, and well maybe Mycroft is, but Mycroft's also pretty sure that she made him a snack, and it wasn't like she'd meant it--

And besides, Klaus should have handled it. She'd not told him about her little 'conversation' at the party, but he said it was alright, and she'd told Mycroft to forget it and he'd seemed too, and besides the whole you're a vampire thing and the impending pitchforks, a dozen people were missing and parts of the station would apparently lock themselves and not open and what did that mean? Could some of the people be inside?

"Being a vampire turns you into a hyperactive freak," she mumbled to herself, forcing herself to take a deep breath, in and out. "Just be normal." She had to remember not to let herself be carried away - crazy neurotic Type-A personalities that were just heightened even more with the whole new-diet-of-O-positive thing wasn't exactly helpful, right now.

She was still pacing, when the first person showed up. "Oh! Hi. Okay. Okay, thanks for coming."

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[the_iceman]

Mycroft didn't know he had been bitten. He had deduced the matter, because it was (as his brother was so fond of saying) the only logical explanation of all the facts. But he didn't remember the act as such. That made Mycroft - wary by nature - an even more wary man. He didn't trust the vampires of this station, and he trusted this one even less. So she seemed a little intimidated by him. That suited him just fine.

"They were the ones who volunteered the scientific project," he offered.

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"What, all of them? Even that lady with the wigs? Somehow I super doubt it." She kept herself decently away from him, sitting on the edge of the table, her heart pounding in her chest. "And that doesn't really address the whole Oh hey, doors can randomly lock forever problem. What if they're inside? What if it's split? And where did they go?"

Her brows furrowed, and she looked down for a second before she reached behind her, grabbing her communicator. "So, it looks like all of the Avengers except that guy and Bruce are gone, and then Brisco and Zoe, the lady with the wigs, your brother and his friend, the guy who can move metal with his mind or whatever, the girl King Arthur, the ninja, and Amy." She glanced up. "I've been trying to figure out who's gone and who's not, and there's been a lot of visiting involved. I haven't been able to find Gaius, Logan, or..." She looked at her communicator again. "Ozzie Fernandez Issacs? But it could just be that I couldn't find them. Also, the blue lady's gone too."

Her brows rose expectantly, setting down her communicator before she crossed her arms. "Not really the amount of people I'd assume would be like "Oh, hey, mysterious emailing person, experiment on me!"

[the_iceman]

Mycroft could not be surprised at the amount of people requesting to be experimented on. His eyebrows rose to say as much. People - as his brother was fond of saying - were idiots. (Of course, Sherlock casually left out that he too could be blamed for his idiocy, though he called it salvation from boredom.)

"There is the issue of vanishing people, and there is the issue of people signing up for that would-be science project, being taken to said project. I believe those two issues compose the whole of our missing persons problem. As for the rooms, I cannot say what the reason behind it is, if there is one at all."