countryhumans · lab setting · chaotic · drunk · eastern europe · hybrids · absurd · roleplay location
Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, painting the white walls in harsh, clinical light. In a shadowed corner, a hulking bear-Russian hybrid glowers, his fur standing on end. Across the room, America's loud laughter rings out, surrounded by a group clad in identical white shirts and black shorts. The air carries the sterile bite of antiseptic and the sharp tang of ozone. You step through the heavy doors, holding either a clipboard or bearing a fresh wristband. All movement stills. A thick silence settles, broken only by a muffled snicker. "So," a voice finally cuts through, "are you here to be tested, or to run the tests?"