Event Private Like a Wrecking Ball

It was a fine night out, if the gentle giant could say so himself. The sky was clear and the moon shone bright as ever. It were times like these that he wished he could just jaunt down the street without a care and just enjoy the night. But alas, he was working today as a bouncer to an exclusive club. It was temporary. The employer was impressed at the sight of him. Well, the sight of him struggling to fit through his door that is. They had big people here, so why did he still have such a small door? That was simply baffling to Locke.

But anyway, the reason it was temporary was that looks were deceptive, and he needed to gauge how capable a bouncer the applicants were. And that is the reason why this walking wall of meat--no, this glorious, 9-foot-and-a-half wall of muscle, was standing by the door, arms crossed with a black shirt that seemingly wrapped around his muscles, pecs and abs. Intimidating for the men, a sight to behold to the ladies and any party that enjoys the sights of a man well-endowed in the muscle mass category.

Even though it was a slow day for the club, there were plenty of people gathered around the specimen. Everyone had been taking pictures of and with Locke. While he needed to kneel down on a knee to fit the frame, it was enjoyable for everyone involved. If he would be taken off the list of employees, it would be for the fact that everyone was too distracted to get into the club.

Although, with a rather big flash of light, and a short moment of weightlessness, that problem would be fixed. Except, the club didn't have a working bouncer that night anymore. "Argh... That felt like I've just had a bus hit me..." As his senses regained their functions, he found himself in a room with an odd design. This definitely wasn't prison. There was a huge open hallway going down. But luckily, he didn't have to crouch to get through the doorway.

Hearing a light shuffle, he turned his attention to a lady who seemed to be in the same situation as he was. "Good evening. I don't suppose you know where we are, do you?" he'd ask, offering a hand if she needed it.

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"Nice to meet you Rita. I'm Locke Wolfram."

Fair skin, red hair, and green eyes. Reminded him of Alice, the daughter of the crimelord he worked for in a past life, but it was anyone's guess how long ago that was. She too was a looker. Locked smiled.

"If we're exploring this... ship? building? You should stay behind me. If they're aggressive, I'd rather not have a patron get hurt while I'm on duty." Did it even count now that they weren't anywhere near the club? This was just an annoying predicament. He had been enjoying himself before, but now this happened. At least he had something nice to look at.

His full frame had little trouble traversing the hallway, which was a relief, but did that mean that their abductors were as big as him? It would make for a good fight, finally squaring off against something at least close to his height. Up ahead the hall expanded into a circular... umm... lobby? Or was it still considered a hall? Whatever it was, it was lined with similar passages. The one they came out of was just one of them.

Walking out further to see if anything was significant to them, Locke found a few things of interest, including the circular formation of screens and keypads at the center. Everything displayed there was in a language completely foreign to him. No one else was there either. For now at least. There were also some strange plants near the passages, and even some machines that resembled dispensers.

He looked to Rita, "Now where do we go?"

"I haven't been here long, that's true." That's what he said, but he could have been here before but in another life. Maybe decades or centuries past. Or was he remembering another place? Damn these memories, running into each other like a crying woman wearing heavy make-up. "Well if you insist, but I will not stand by and let a lady get hurt nonetheless." He took her word for it, but that didn't mean he didn't have to protect her. And besides, how many people say that but yet needed to be saved anyway? And being the most physically impressive? Well that went without saying. Just the sight of those muscles, even without flexing, would turn lesser beings away with their tails tucked between their legs.

Locke put his hand to his chin as he surveyed the area again. "It is strange..." He looked for anything asymmetrical in the room. Usually that would mean a camera. There were some strange circular panels on the ceiling though, which looked like camera apertures. Was that for something particular?


He walked closer to the screens to examine it closer. Not that he'd know the first thing of it. If only that cyborg was here, he'd be able to play around with this device, perhaps even take control of this vessel. "What do you think? Does this look like a sinister situation?" Just as he said that, his head jerked to one of the arc ways. "Over there, I think I heard a pneumatic door open..."