This is a chamber. It is mysterious.

More specifically, it is an entirely black void. Four people - each very different from the others in many ways, but also surprisingly alike in others - have been unconscious. Oblivious. Wherever they were before, it is not where they are now. There is a memory and then... a bright flash behind the eyes. And suddenly, waking up here.

Each sits in a somewhat uncomfortable metal chair, bolted to the floor. It is reminscent of chairs used in penal institutions throughout the galaxy. Something to sit on. Not something to enjoy. And throwing them would be out of the question without a screwdriver and a lot of patience.

More worrying, are the shackles. Each person is shackled to the chair. Wrists and ankles. However, the chains are fairly long. They do not restrict movement in the chair at all, and each being roughly a yard in length, it is possible to reach pockets, or even stand up and take a step or two - though where to is another matter. The chairs are too far apart to allow contact with anyone else, and other than the four glowing spheres of vaguely off-white light surrounding each chair, there is no sign of anything else to look at. No noise. No scent, beyond the rather sterile clean air that is reminiscent of the recycled air aboard a space going vessel.

On the far left is Doctor River Song - her time as Professor is ended, while she is incarcerated in the Stormcage. Which is where she was before coming here. But now she has more on her person. Strapped to her thigh is the deuterium-powered blaster that has served her well on so many expeditions. The rare isotope that fuels it makes it give a far bigger bang to buck ratio than weapons of a similar size. And tucked inside her jacket, the familiar feel of a sonic trowel can be felt. There seem to be a few other things in her pockets, but it would require exploration to identify them.

Next to her, Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart is chained to his chair. His uniform crisp and smart, moustache perfectly clipped, and his service revolver perfectly in place on his hip. Whatever happened to him to land him in this position, it obviously did not include personal violence. He is every image the charismatic professional commanding officer, right down to the polish on the badge on his hat. It made his current position look particularly incongruous.

On his right, Zoe Heriot can be found. Her figure-hugging catsuit is a very stark contrast to the uniform of the Brigadier, and unlike the others, she does not seem to have any particular equipment with her. But then, she has rarely needed any. Her skills lie inside her skull. She needs no tools to employ them.

The seat to the far right holds the figure of Sarah Jane Smith. She is dressed in a smart blue suit of skirt and jacket, white blouse, and stylish, but comfortable, shoes. In her pockets she might find a dictaphone, pad, pen - the accoutrements of a journalist. Of course, there are other things there, too. A very special lipstick, for example...

It is quiet. Too quiet...

OOC: You may now awaken, and begin your annoyed puzzlement at your ignominious position!

That was one nasty headache. One moment she was stepping into her sporty little roadster, the next... well. It wasn't as if this was an unfamiliar feeling. She was fairly used to being tied up or locked up or the like, back when she was a regular TARDIS traveller. But she had given that up several years ago. The universe, however, seemed not to have got the message, and kept whisking her off to do things, at the most inconvenient moments. If she did not get back soon, she was going to get another parking ticket.

She paused and considered. Had she become so blasé about things that she had that particular thought as her first response to waking up in this situation? She definitely needed a holiday to get her head sorted out. At this rate, she was going to end up like a crazy woman, living in an attic, finding aliens around every corner. And that was not how she saw her life!

She blinked several times, and looked around at the... well, the complete lack of scenery. Dungeons she had seen, but this was the first time she had been chained up in a room that wasn't even visible. It was another one for her memoirs. Not that anybody would believe them...

And then she registered her fellow captors. Two, she did not recognise. But one... she most certainly did!

Sarah let out a very relieved sigh of relief. "Brigadier! Oh, I have never been so glad to see you as I am right now! What happened? Where on Earth are we?"
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A grunt from the Brigadier as he took in his surroundings. Very odd. He wasn't used to being captured - who could take him right out of UNIT HQ? The other faces didn't look familiar - one girl looked vaguely familiar, but that was about it. Oddly though, it was not the one who recognised him.

"I don't know how you know me, but that seems somewhat unimportant right now."

He didn't know which was more galling, the fact that he'd been captured, or that they didn't even consider him a big enough of a threat to remove his revolver from him.

Zoe shook her head, trying to focus her eyes. She had... had been with the Doctor, and Jamie, and... She shook her head again... They had just returned to the Tardis, after helping the Earth defeat Cybermen, when...

She looked at how she was contained, then tried to stand up. recognizing that the chains would not allow much movement. She looked around at the four, then realized that the Brigadier was next to her.

"Oh! Oh Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart!" she cried. But then, she frowned a bit. "But... but what are you doing here? I just left you. And where are Jamie and the Doctor? Are we still on Earth? No, we couldn't be on Earth, but this does not feel like space. And we are not moving. Oh dear, where are we?"

The words came out quickly in her excitement as she tried to step closer, but the chains stopped her in a most uncomfortable manner.

River stirred and groaned, she felt...hung over? Yes, it was a sensation she vaguely recalled from a VERY long time ago, and she was sitting up for some reason. She forced her eyes open and raised a hand to shove her unruly hair out of them. It didn't take long for the weight of chains around her wrists to snap her out of whatever just awakened haze lingered over her thoughts. It was not the first time she had woken up in chains, nor were all of her memories of such occasions necessarily unpleasant, but the uncomfortable chair and patented interrogation room lighting suggested that this was not going to be one of the fun times.
She was dressed, a positive. And wearing...oh. Oh no they most certainly had not left that with her in her cell at the Stormcage, nor could she find any recent memories of taking a sojourn from the beyond maximum security facility. So, chained up but not in any really enthusiastic fashion, fully dressed and carrying more kit than she had been last she recalled, no blue box but... Her own situation assessed for issues of immediate importance, she turned her attention to the room outside of her little bubble of light. Three others, one of them was definitely familiar and his identity was confirmed by the other two women. One looked a lot like a rather young Sarah Jane Smith, her daughter perhaps or had someone been using the timeline as a lucky dip? The third was unknown for now. River twisted to look over her shoulder, trying for a full visual sweep of the room. Definitely no box, that made this all extremely odd.

First thing first, if there was one thing River Song could not tolerate it was being chained up (sloppily) for no good reason. She began to check her restraints, trying to ascertain whether she needed to break out the trusty sonic or if these could be escaped the old fashioned way. No point in making a fuss yet, all four of them seemed unharmed so presumably whoever had brought them here didn't want them dead for the time being at least. That didn't rule out too many of the entities she had met in her time which made the pertinent question WHY were they being kept alive?
"Where ever we are and whoever has taken us, they have left us both alive and armed. They are either entirely inept kidnappers or they want something from us rather than...I presume we do all know the Doctor?" She pursed her lips and surveyed the room, River did not believe in coincidence and even if she had, this would have stretched credulity beyond belief.
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