xp_logs | Genosha: Onwards to Victory: On Human Bondage

The prisoners are moved as ordered by Moreau.

The guards weren't exactly talkative, especially since the escape
attempt, but as Amanda was led from her cell back to the staging area
where they'd first 'met' Thomas Moreau, she noted they were even more
close-mouthed than usual. And jumpy - their hands kept moving to their
guns at the least provocation and they weren't taking any chances with
her. Her hands were cuffed in heavy chains and her ankles shackled,
with a chain running between her feet forcing her to shuffle. Of
course, that didn't stop them shoving her for being 'slow', and it was
something of a relief to reach their destination.

She wasn't the first occupant, either. The long lanky shape hanging
from the wall, heavily chained at wrist and ankle, was someone she
thought she'd never see again. She kept her face stony at the sight of
Remy, however, as she too was chained by her wrists to a set of
manacles inset to the wall. She wasn't quite as much as a threat,
however, since they unchained her feet. Then again, she was left
dangling a full foot at least from the floor, her weight pulling at
the bones in her wrists and hands.

Scott's eye flicked over the guards as he was pushed into the room
after Amanda, the guards were definitely nervous and more than a
little scared he realized as he was chained to the wall along with his
colleagues. He turned his head to check on Korvus who had been dragged
out of their cell and pushed into line just behind Scott. The young
mutant was significantly the worse for wear after his prison stay and
Scott winced sympathetically as the guards roughly chained him to the
wall before turning to secure the next prisoner in line.

"Must we be this brutal?" Marie-Ange muttered. The guards ignored her,
and locked her wrists into the manacles. After a particularly nasty
incident where she'd kneed a guard in the groin, she'd been handled
roughly and her feet were chained closely together, forcing her to
take tiny little half-steps. Once secured to the wall she was still a
few inches off the ground, and even stretching could not quite touch
the floor with her toes. She glanced at Doug, whose eyes were downcast
and refusing to even look at his fellow prisoners, but seemed unharmed
and then at Remy, who was more chained than any of the rest of them
put together and frowned.

Doug was followed closely by Jim, although "followed" implied some
degree of proactivity on the part of the telepath. He was glassy-eyed
and vacant, and a guard kept prompting him to maintain a constant
motion of one foot in front of the other. He allowed himself to be
ushered to the wall and secured without complaint. It was only when
Terry walked past him that his eyes seemed to regain focus; as the
young woman was similarly restrained, someone upstairs finally flicked
on the light.

"What's . . . going on?" he said, the words thick and slow. He frowned
as the guard hoisted the silent redhead up to fasten arms over her
head, and it deepened as he followed the guard's movement down and
realized her feet did not touch the ground. His head turned
mechanically to follow the sound of a radio jumping to life with
half-heard chatter.

"There holding an ice cream social for us. Afterwards, there's going
to be a parade in our honour. I get to drive the float." Remy said
from his chain shrouded place on the wall. He could feel every extra
pound from the restraints dragging on his wrists. "We've been moved to
new and more horrible prison conditions, you fucking dolt."

Scott stared at Remy, a look of disgust playing across his lips. "You
don't get to talk, traitor," he spat. "Whatever happens now is your
fault. You betrayed them," he nodded at Tabitha, "for what?" He
laughed sourly, "You're ending up in the same place we are."

"Scott? Shut up." Marie-Ange was squirming, trying to figure out some way to take her weight off her wrists and shoulders and it was not working at all. "Yell at someone who actually gives a damn." She watched through narrowed eyes as Clarice was manacled to the wall like the rest and then snorted as the guards shoved a limp and pained looking Lex into place and then turned away from the two X-Men. "If your entire team was not pathetic, none of this would have happened in the first place."

"For fuck's sake, is that what we're going to do here? Hang about and
blame each other?" Amanda shook her head in disgust. "No wonder we
fucked this up."

"Aw, don't worry about it. Soon enough, I'm going to be shipped off to
Europe for a show trial and public televised execution. I'm sure most
of you will end up bald and happily working for the greater glory of
Genosha, except maybe the couple of you who get retained as recreation
for the Magistrates here in the Citadel. Which, according to the
guards, has already happened. I mean, sure, I betrayed everyone, but
at least I didn't have to mutter my confession out around a cock."
Remy gave a big smile to the Magistrate on the edge who looked in; one
of Moreau's special investigators, and he gave them a cold smile back.

"See, exactly what they expected. A little pressure, a few threats,
and a couple of chocolate bars and a rosery, and they get everything
they wanted. We didn't fuck this up, children. We were fucked long
before we every stepped foot in this place, and the fucking is far
from over. So you'd all better get used to it from now on."