Darrell Horne was curious about "the project". He had been hired five years ago, but hadn't been privy to the 'super secret' projects until five hours ago. He honestly thought that it was a wrong place right time thing. He'd just been looking for the vending machine that sold bear claws and accidentally stumbled into a room filled with the type of scientists that he usually stared in jaw dropping awe at whilst simultaneously avoiding them. Long story short; He never got his bear claw, but he did get the oh so fancy responsibility of cleaning the testing chambers where the...'volunteers' were kept. Darrell didn't really know how he felt about that. The guys--he could call them 'the guys' now, cause he was one of them--called them volunteers, but Darrell knew that no amount of money could gets kids like these to volunteer for...This. He'd experienced that crazed desperation for cash in college before, but never had he ever thought to volunteer for a project that involved being injected with a questionable subject, knocked unconscious and shoved into a giant cryogenic capsule. He'd much rather take out a loan from the shadiest guy on earth, in a back alley surrounded by members of a notorious gang and rabid dogs. But! Despite his reservations on the matter, it wasn't like he could do anything about the 'volunteers' situations. He was after all just a glorified janitor cleaning out the bio waste of the volunteers after they finished their daily meals of supplements and vitamins a la tube in the mouth. Besides, he kind of needed this job. It paid crazy well and-- A soft noise that sounded like someone was gently squeezing a peanut shell in between their forefinger and thumb emanated through the room, halting both Darrell's movements and thoughts. He had just finished cleaning all four capsules and was about 95% sure he hadn't hit the 'cool and release' button. A louder more obvious CRACK echoed through the room, causing Darrell to emit a sound akin to a startled whimper. The man began to slowly retreat from the room as he noticed that the cracking noises where the sounds of the 'volunteers' waking up and dislodging the thin layers of frost from their skin. And the much louder noise had been the sound of a fist making contact with the glass capsule door and cracking it. "Oh dear." Darrell squeaked, before keying in his code and running for his life down the halls, while screaming, "THEY'RE AWAKE!!" So much for professional behavior. Frederick was just re-reading his system logs for errors, when he was notified of that idiot, Darrell's panic attack. He honestly had no idea why his team had picked that imbecile for the job, but it wasn't like he had wanted to clean up the bio waste either. Still...If it weren't for Leslie and her constant ranting about how the interference of robotic assistance would compromise the project, Darrell wouldn't have been necessary. "Oh well." The brunette grumbled while slipping on his lab coat. He wouldn't enter the room right away, he would first survey the interactions between the subjects and their escapes from their pods, before entering and assigning them their new lifestyle. "Intuitive Team 12, to the Bird's Eye." He murmured into his walkie talkie before heading to said room. The Bird's Eye was a room filled with security feeds of all the rooms in the entire complex. The cameras that provided the information were either strategically placed in the room or hidden in mundane objects such as floor tiles or light bulbs. Frederick's fellow team member, Garrett had actually been trying to create the first human camera, but after over sixty subjects losing their heads...Quite literally, the project had been postponed by the Nest. Entering the Bird's Eye, Frederick shared a few smiles with his team members before sitting back to enjoy the show. ⚡ ⚡ ⚡ Chrysanthemum 'Chrys' Smith ⚡ ⚡ ⚡She had been having one of those freakish dreams. The type where you knew that everything you were hearing and witnessing was pure fiction, but yet you where terrified for your life. And when she woke up she couldn't remember the exact occurrences in the dream, but the feeling of dread remained swirling in the pit of her stomach and tightening it's hold on her heart. It took her awhile to realize that her figment was actually reality, and she wasn't waking up in her bed at home just a few paces from her mother's room. Suddenly the memories of...How many days had passed? Two, three? A week maybe? A week or a questionable number of days since that girl had...Died. That's right. A girl had died. Chrys hadn't known the girl, but she'd seen that creepy man injecting her with something and just watching with a disappointed look on his face as she convulsed and foamed at the mouth. And when she'd finally stopped moving, the man had just tutted and approached another person strapped to their cot, as if seeing a girl die right before his eyes was like watching someone step on a roach. The man had gone from person to person then, injecting them all with a strange fluid. Chrys had passed out as soon as her turn had come, but not before spitting in the man's face. She'd been briefly delighted by his appalled expression. She'd hoped...Well she'd hoped that she had died. She'd hoped that she had fallen into a deep sleep and just faded away because whatever the man had in store, she did not want to be apart of. But no, she was alive. And trapped in a...What even was this? There was glass in front of her and metal behind her and...It was freezing. It was like she had ran out into a snow storm with only her jammies on. The outside beyond the glass was bright, but it looked warm and suddenly that's all she wanted. "Hello?" She tried to call but her voice simply came out as a hoarse croak. Besides it didn't look like anyone else was outside and she couldn't see if anyone was next to...Whatever she was in. So it looked like she was on her own. It took her a while to actually move her arms, as it felt like someone had glued them to her sides, but eventually she managed to place her hands against the glass and push. The glass didn't budge, but as it seemed to be her only way out of the stupid whatever it was, Chrys had no intention of giving up. "Come on..." She grumbled. "Come on!" Suddenly, a bright yellow flash appeared and a loud bang sounded inside her 'cage'. The glass which had been making a subtle humming sound, stopped abruptly and Chrys tumbled out of what she now realized was some sort of time capsule, but for humans. "What the fuck..." She breathed, staring in horror at 'her' capsule and then at the other capsules in the room that held other people who were waking up.