Starting the Project

15 September 2018

13:08 Sorren Northern Research station 14, nicknamed Euridice, was the largest arcane and astrological research facility north of Equestria, or anywhere, really. It was one of fifteen issued by the Equestrian scientific community some many years ago, however through negligence, or simply lack of reasonability, it was one of only three still in operation. Station 3 still remained, down on the south pole, and station 7 resided closer to the crystal empire, oftentimes considered station 14’s less-extreme cousin as far as accessibility went. Station 7 could be reached by means of the Crystal Kingdom, even during the harshest of winter conditions. The same could not be said for Euridice—it was home to Equestria’s most advanced telescopes and radiology equipment, the study of what lay beyond a certain intrigue to many. The base was also home to a whole slew of other experiments, many of which required the extreme conditions in order to be executed properly, or the governmental and legal isolation that came with the isolation—money always had a way of talking, and there was no better place to turn your head than in the middle of nowhere.

13:08 Sorren Over the years, station 14 had grown through necessity, going from little more than a small structure on an ice cap to a multi-level facility that housed the amenities required for everyday life. Over its lifespan, station 14 had gone from a modest population of around eight staff, to the current day number, which was four-hundred and thirty-six, a small town in it’s own right.

The current day was a very special day for station 14. The winter season was rolling in; the sun had gone down several weeks ago, and it had yet to come back up for many months. The base was a beacon in the perfect darkness, a bastion of warmth that stood resiliently against the unfathomable fifty-below just outside. The wind howled outside, the air light with dry flakes of snow that were likely older than the base itself, never melting, being drifted about by the turbulent winds that had nothing to stop them as they ripped across the icy plains.

The last resupply convoy of the season had departed only several days prior, having delivered with it the staff and supplies meant to tide over the long winter season.

13:08 Sorren The several-day journey to station 7, and then the additional three days by snowcat it took to reach station 14 had been relatively miserable, and it didn’t help that rations were shit and sleeping arrangements were even worse. What would have served as relief for Gyro upon actually reaching the station was quelled by the unfortunate fine-print on his contract. The second he had stepped foot in the warm hangar bay of the station, the avian had been greeted by a trio of ponies, who’d greeted him warmly, confirmed his name and identification, (you were hard to miss when your primary colors were purple and blue) then insisted that he follow them up to the third floor, firmly. He was taken to one of the many labs on that floor, given a small meal, a bath, and then deposited in a small room with white walls, a clean, white floor, a small alcove for washing and bodily functions (not out of sight of the the viewing window.) There was no door handle on the inside, and a single wall which sported nothing but a large pane of one-way glass, unfortunately reflective on his end. It all seemed rather questionable, but the sheer amount of money being offered was enough to make anyone bite their tongue and endure a major lack of personal privacy. The first day he spent alone, despite there being two single beds, his food delivered by mail slot, some half-assedly prepared plate of mashed potatoes, gravy, and green beans.

13:08 Sorren The second day, he got a roommate! She was a quiet mare, kind of moody, but with a decent enough attitude and sense of humor about her. Pegasus, light blue coat, dark blue mane that poured down over her shoulders. When you were locked in a white box with nothing but a mirror and someone else to talk to, you talked.

Any discussion over the intercom was brief, and inconclusive. Whatever experiment they were likely doing probably had something to do with isolation. Probably.

The third day was uneventful, the fourth, they were only given one meal. The intercom maintained silence. The fifth day, if days were even measurable at that point, because the lighting didn’t change... nothing came at all.

Icewind, the mare Gyro had gotten to know reasonably well over the past several days, had taken to pacing, and eventually stopping to glare at the mirror, approaching it once or twice to firmly tap her hoof on the glass.

13:08 GyroFeather begins to preen his feathers again for the fifth time today, growing increasingly irriated with the isolation that had been forced upon him by his contract. When there was so little to do, this became a habitual activity, and the evidence of plucked feathers remain scattered at the ground near his bunk. He wasnt bare by any stretch of the meaning, but he did have some spots in his down that looked looser than others. His belly grumbles as he watches Icewind pace back and forth for the 20th time. "Ugh...what do you think those stupid scientists are up to this time? If they leave me in isolation for the entire 6 months of that contract...ugh...they better not forget to feed us again..."

Gyro had, of course, noticed when Icewind had left him alone for about 2 half hour periods some time apart, though when he'd asked about them, all she said was that they'd just run some tests on her.

13:09 Sorren The mare rapped on the glass a second time. "Hey, shitheads!" Her ears perked up at the sound of Gyro's stomach rumbling, and she turned to look back at the griffon lounging and preening on his bunk. "They didn't just forget to feed us." She huffed, then turned away from the glass, carefully stepping around some of the feathers that littered the otherwise clean floor. She threw herself down on her own bed, which was beside his, but against the opposite wall, and groaned. "It's probably part of the damn experiment." She leaned against the wall, staring at him, watching him preen with a small frown. "No way they could do the full six months."

13:09 GyroFeather bites down on his beak and throws his wings in frustration before collapsing backwards onto the bunk with a groan. "Why would they do that as part of the damn experiment? To see how we deal with hardship or something? We're already locked in a damn room together with no one else. That should be experiment enough...I wish they'd at least give us something to do...not even a couple board games or a book." That ever present hunger bites at him.

That ever present hunger bites at him, though it'd probably be a couple days before his base instincts kick in, and leave him seeing the mare as something other than that.

13:09 Sorren Icewind bit her lip as he spoke. Gyro seemed to be... a lot more stir crazy than she was. Granted, the mare could sense herself slowly starting to lose her marbles, but she seemed to be holding her composition better. She threw her attention back to the glass, glaring sharply at her own reflection and pretending it was someone else before looking to the now-collapsed griffon. "I'm sure they have a reason for doing... everything. I'm just not sure what it is... or if I like it." Her own stomach gave a low, somewhat needy rumble. She was hungry, but not starving. "Hah, lock a guy and a girl in a box with nothing to do. See what they do when they get bored. Fuckin assholes."

13:09 GyroFeather snorts at her and shakes his head. "If they wanted that...they'd have kept us fed enough to have energy for it. " With that he collapses into silence, and manages to fall into a shallow sleep. Over the next couple of days all he could think about was the hunger that seemed to grow ever present and become all consuming. And yet, Icewind never seemed to notice it that much. Each day, like clockwork, she'd seem to disappear for half an hour, and then return later, looking more energetic than she had before.

By the tenth day, the gryphon found himself growing desperate, and when she returns from one of her disappearances he steps forward, nose to nose and glares at her. His body is shaking with hunger and this time there's something new...a smell....or maybe that smell has always been there but he's interpretting it in a different light. It smelled of food...warm declisious food. He licks his beak and narrows his eyes. "Theyre feeding you...arent they." He accuses.

13:09 Sorren They in fact, were not feeding her. Well, not exactly. Every time they removed her, which they tried to do whenever Gyro was asleep, they would ask her about him, her take on things, for whatever reason, always a stallion and a mare. They would connect her to an IV, a direct nutrient drip over the course of her interview. It didn't do anything for her actual hunger, but it seemed to keep her considerably more healthy than the griffon who was starting to look mangier with every passing day.

Icewind was surprised to be med with the sudden firmness from the griffon upon his waking. She flinched backwards, her eyes flashing to the mirror in concern, then to him. "No, they're not," she said tensely, giving her head a tiny shake. "If they were feeding me, you think my stomach would be growling every five minutes?" That much was true, so she was only half lying. "They're asking me about you! This damn thing seems to be about you and I'm in for the stupid ride."

13:09 GyroFeather takes another deep draft of the scents that linger upon her and he feels his belly growl again, egged on by that smell. "I can smell it on you," he declares as drool begins to run down the edge of his beak and then hang off the bottom like an icicle. "But I can smell it on you. You smell of..." Suddenly something clicks in the back of his mind as the instinctual part of him reminds his forebrain what it is he's really smelling. That's when his desperate accusatory demeanor shifts into that of a predator. Despite his shaking he seems to half crouch back on his hinds, and his weakening muscles tense.

13:09 Sorren Icewind heard his belly growl. Of course, it had been doing it for days now, but for whatever reason, her ears perked and her attention was drawn more specifically to it, for whatever reason. He had a certain... look about him. "Smell?" she blurted, taking another step back, though there wasn't really anywhere for her to go, so she more or less wound up with her rump against her own bed. "I haven't had anything!"

She smelled of mare, a light, clean sort of musk, natural and relatively unimposing, unwashed, but not dirty. It was a perfectly normal smell almost anyone, though to a starving carnivorous creature... there was a good chance that she most certainly smelled delicious.

She watched him crouch, and immediately tensed up. She knew that crouch--the shifting of a predator ready to pounce. "H-hey!" she said sharply to him. "Dude what the hell." She turned her attention up to the glass. "Come on that's enough!" she shouted at her reflection, knowing full well that there were most definitely ponies watching from the other side.

13:09 GyroFeather growls feebly as he leaps through the air the couple of short feet between himself and the much healthier pegasus before him. There's no reasoning with the bird, as instincts have fully taken over him at this point as he shifts into survival mode. With a hard thump, the gryphon collides into her body and knocks her against her bed, while those sharp claws press on down through the soft flesh over he chest to draw blood and stain her fur from its light blue to a deep red crimson. The gryphon leans over his struggling meal and digs his claws in deeper as he turns his head skyward to call out a triumphant "PIAOOWWW!!" Of course, she does have one advantage, the bird is weak from not having eaten, but could she contend with his natural weapons and her present disadvantageous position?

13:09 Sorren She shouldn't have taken her attention off him. She missed his initial leap, and only turned in time to see him lunging for her. Icewind let out a cry, mostly of surprise as he hit her, knocking her down onto her back on her own bed. The real cry of pain came when his talons dug into her flesh, crimson welling from the thin cuts they left. "Fuck!" she screamed, panicking, thrashing below him. He was heavier, but also weak. She just happened to have the disadvantage of being a mare, without talons, and on the bottom.

She kicked out with her hind legs, pummeling his belly in desperation while she clutched at his right arm with both forehooves and tried to wrench it off. "Help me you fucks!" she shouted.

13:16 GyroFeather looms above her and darts his beak down to attempt to deliver the killing blow to her neck, but her movements and the dizzyness of hunger instead ensures that he merely pulls a bit of flesh out of her shoulder. Instinctually he swallows, but, before he can go down for a second morsel, he feels one of those blows connect with his gut. Hard. The bird yelps and staggers, giving the mare opportunity to force his claw free of her body, but not without ensuring that that both of his arms have left deep lacerations across her flank. Even if she gets free, there's a good chance that blood loss will do her in if she fails to get any medical intervention. The bird's left off balance now, but he fights with her hooves in an attempt to regain his dominance.

13:21 Sorren One could only imagine the furious notes that were being taken behind that sheet of one-way glass. His beak loomed above her, and the mare wrenched her body, hard, throwing him off-target, away from her neck, though instead, his beak just sank into her shoulder and dug into the soft fur and flesh there. A shriek of pain left her as blood blossomed angrily from where he had outright just _torn_ a patch of flesh away from her shoulder, leaving irreparable damage that likely wouldn't ever look the same again, even with skin grafts and other medical work. Icewind felt _fear,_ true, formidable fear, alongside a boiling frustration that was rising to more of a rage.
She wrenched his talon off her chest, then with a burst of adrenaline fear and anger, shoved hard with all four hooves, hefting him off her and to the side.
Icewind screamed as she sat up sharply, dropped down to all fours... and entirely underestimated the damage he had done to her shoulder, and fell flat on her face, skidding about a foot in a trail of her own blood. She scrambled, climbing back to her hooves and limping to the flat, handleless door. She slammed herself against it with a screaming sort of sob, realized that it most certainly wouldn't open for her, then turned to face the griffon she had thrown off, shaking, blood trickling off her belly and plat plat platting to the floor.

13:32 GyroFeather takes a moment to catch his breath as he gets up to his feet with slow difficult motions as the weakness of his hunger was apparent with each motion. Bright red blood stained his face and chest feathers, turning that pinkish purple to dark red violet, and that same blood dripped off of his belly, though it wasnt his. He takes a moment to lick what was coating his beak off of it, before taking a hesitant step towards the mare. As he looks upon her, there was no malice in his eyes, nor was there any sign of the intelligent being she'd spent a week and a half getting to know, only a look of intense feral hunger as he stares at his prey. Without remorse, he walks towards her with talons clacking on the tile floor with ever step until he looms over her. Warry this time of those hind legs, his sharp hands swipe at her joints, attempting to rip tendons and render them plackable.

13:37 Sorren Icewind shook her head, somewhat distraught as he licked her own blood off of him. It looked like he was _enjoying_ it. She had a perfect sight of herself, and his backside in the mirror, and she could see the blood matting her form and the angry red flesh where he'd torn skin away from her shoulder. He took a step towards her and she hunched down, giving a feral yell in his direction, like one would do to scare off a bear. Of course, it wasn't like she could do much. She had no weapons, and he had eight knives, four on each hand.
His eyes were what scared her the most. He wasn't _there._ She might as well have been staring down some feral creature.
"I'm not kidding!" she yelled in desperation. "Open the _fucking_ door he's gonna kill me!"
She skirted to the side on his first swipe, caught the second one across her other shoulder, feeling the rip of fur and the tear of flesh, and with a desperate scream, threw herself at him before he could hit her with his talons a second time, making an attempt to bowl him over.

19:13 GyroFeather 's belly grows louder, enticed by the hot metallic fluid who's taste still lingers flavorfully in his beak. His claws leave a wet squelching noise in their wake as they rake over her shoulder, drawing even more crimson off out of her form.
The impact of her body against his chest sends him tumbling backwards, while the swinging claw tears through her feathers, blocked off rom the more vulnerable sections, and leaving deep scratches instead in her wings. They slide several feet across the slick ground, winding up with the bird beneath her stronger form, but strength doesnt count when your opponent has weapons. Even with his claws pinned beneath her hooves, his beak darts forward, clenching around one of her forelegs and biting with bone snapping force upon it._

19:18 Sorren Tackling him had been a bad idea. There just... weren't any _good_ ideas. She was locked in a white box with a living weapon of a creature, and morbidly wounded already, enough that the blood loss was starting to make her a little woozy.
More pain hit her figure as she tackled him onto his back, her wings flaring out only for his claws to lacerate the bottoms and fronts of them. She flapped them a few times, molting feathers spattering blood across the floor as she stomped down on his midsection with her hind hooves.
The fear, combined with the sharp pain of him snapping his beak down on her forehoof brought a sound from her that was somewhere between a screech and a bark as she tried to wrench her hoof backwards, taking a few swings at the side of his head with her other hoof to try and dislodge him. His beak was ludicrously strong--strong that her leg felt weak--the slightest twist or increase in pressure and she was sure it would just _break._

19:32 GyroFeather could feel himself bruising in his gut as she stomps down hard on his belly, but his abs are strong enough to prevent the force from damaging anything beyond. As she slaps at him, he twists his beak a little further, and beings his claws up around her body to hug her tight into him. THere's a loud snap as that leg shatters int he forearm, causing sharp bone to pierce out from beneath her flesh. When he feels her collaps onto his form, his beak begins to search along her neck. The bird tries his hardest to get the sharp mandible around a good chunk, where he can bite down and end her struggles finally and fill his belly with this much deserved meat.

19:35 Sorren The snap brought an immediate agony, fueled in sensation by the adrenaline. A rough, feral sound escaped her, and her face seemed to flash pale in an instant as the shock hit her. Her other hoof, unable to hold her against his influence, folded and she collapsed down to his chest with a desperate, but otherwise somewhat murky thrashing as she got that somewhat distant look in her eyes, gaze snapping up to the mirror to peer at herself and him. She wouldn't be pulling away from him now that she was held fast, and there was little she could to to keep her neck out of his reach.

19:47 GyroFeather seeks out that spot on her neck, and then with a wet crunch, bites down hard, severing her spinal cord halfway down the neck and spurting a new gush of fluids as his sharp edges snip the coratal artery. As the bird feels her go still, he hefts her to the side and rolls out from beneath her. His entire coat and fur were stained a deep crimson red from the blood that had flowed out from her figure, giving his entire form a purplish hue as he stands up to his feet. Now he turns to his meat hungrily and begins to rip flesh from her bones, pulling up large chunks from her shoulders and back. It takes him nearly an hour to fully work through the entire mare, causing his belly to swell, and leaving his crop fat and happy.
By the end of it, there's still a fair bit of meat there, easily enough for one or two meals that fill him to an engourged size. Her head and eyes are left intact, and a good chunk of her belly ahd hinds still have meat on them. Bones stick out, showing her ribs and forelegs in pearly white, and once finished, the gryphon begins to clean himself, pulling blood out of fur and feather alike. Of course, now full, it was very likely soon that he'd start to realize what he'd done._

19:53 Sorren Icewind went stiff as a board as he chomped into her neck, eyes widening, a low gurgle escaping her as she grit her teeth and gazed in shock at the mirror, and whoever was on the other side, blood waterfalling down her neck onto the bird. The crunch came, and her whole body jerked, and then that was it. Her eyes started to cloud, and she slumped, limbs twitching idly with ghost responses from her brain.
Gyro was left interrupted to shred the mare while pencils furiously scribbled on the other side of the glass, and and ponies shared muttered and mildly introduced conversation.
"How long without food?" a colleague asked, to which another replied. "about a week."
Gyro was left with the carcass of the mare for the time being, likely until he showed signs of self-reflection, and maybe utilized the shower in the room.

20:05 GyroFeather 's adreniline started to wear off right about the time when he managed to get his fur and feathers pulled free of the blood. His eyes then wander down and over to the husk on the ground which had once been a friendly mare...albeit one that was most ceratily lying to him about eating. He feels tears welling up in his eyes and wanders over to Icewind's body. Slowly he drags it to the far corner, happening to be the one furthest from the entrance to the cel. He leaves her there, and then grabs her blanket and throws it on top of Icewind's body. "Im sorry...I'm sorry..." he mumbles, feeling tears streaking down his face. His belly was heavy with meat, and...as he starts to look towards the 1 way glass he realizes.... "Fuck you, you bastards, you did this to me! You made me kill this sweet little mare."

20:11 Sorren More words were muttered behind the glass, words like 'regret' and 'interesting,' and 'wait is he crying?'
Looking towards the glass wouldn't yield much other than a somewhat stained-in-color griffon looking back at him.
Eventually, something very interesting would happen, however. The door would crack, and a single mare, small, unicorn, daisy-yellow coat with a white mane would step in. She was clad in a light blue overcoat of sorts, something that looked like a weird hybrid between a static labcoat and mare's fashion. The door was left cracked behind her.
Levitating a small, digital pad of sorts beside her, she glanced down at the covered body with a small frown, then stepped gingerly around the puddles of blood on the floor of the room and sat herself down on a clean patch. "Mind if I ask you a few questions, Gyro?" she asked simply, tone very light, and non-accusatory.

20:15 GyroFeather 's head turns as he hears the click of the door, followed by it sliding open. His eyes followed her as she steps on into the room. At long last it seemed his captors had decided to show themselves. It'd been weeks since he's seen any pony becides the mare who...well who had been with him. Rather than relief though, his eyes flash into rage as he channels his hurt and anger at himself back towards her.
Even though she'd been trying to keep him calm, the tension in his motions let her know that he was very agitated, adn the expression across his face was one of murder. He steadily approaches her, not carrying if he steps into Ice's blood, as he lets out a low growl. "You...you made me do this! This blood is on your claws, not mine."_

20:20 Sorren She held up her hoof in a sign of compromise, while the other slid backward to reach for something below her coat as he advanced, though she remained sitting. Considering he had just torn a larger and stronger mare apart right in front of her, the mare's lack of fear was to be noted. "Yes, of course, we take full responsibility for any and all events that do occur and hold the privacy of our subjects to the highest regard. However, we don't have claws." She peered at something on her digital pad, then glanced up to Gryo. "Do you remember everything or anything of the past hour, hour and a half?"

20:26 GyroFeather thinks back to the events over the past hour and winces from the memory as what he did came rushing back to him, even though he wasnt in full control of himself at that point. A wave of embarassment and sadness flows over his face, providing evidence to the fact that he did, in fact, recall exactly what had taken place. He shakes his head, and allows everything to redirect back at the mare once more. "Every last bit..." he growls, and then finally leaps forward, claws outstretched and seeking to rend into her flesh. "And its all your fault!"

20:33 Sorren The mare, whoever she was, seemingly had been prepared for his leap, and she was surprisingly fast on her hooves. She did a bit of a weave and duck to the right while her hoof flashed out from below her coat with a short taser baton clasped. She lashed up and to the opposite side with it, jabbing it into the crease between his foreleg and his body. She steps in the blood, slides, then almost falls before regaining her balance. Poor gyro, left completely immobilized by the engineered jolt of electricity, flopped to the floor like a fish and slid until he hit the wall.
The intercom made a buzzing sound, and the mare waved her hoof sharply before stepping up to the griffon, who was only now recovering, and jabbing him between the shoulderblades with the baton, holding the shock on him for a good few seconds before stepping back and clearing her throat. "I would not advise open displays of hostility." She used her hoof to slick her mane back out of her eyes. "Now, next question. How do you feel?"

20:42 GyroFeather makes a noise somehwere between a yelp and a screech as the baton connects with with his armpit as the burst of electricity travels through his body and leaves him spasming. He hits the tile chest first, hard, forcing wind from his lungs and leaving him dazed as he slides across the ground. At least he's lost enough momentum that he's barely moving by the time he hits the wall, leaving him letting out a low groan.
A couple moments later he begins to roll over and glare at the lab pony, when another jab leaves him kicking around like beached fish. By the time it stops his lungs are burning, and he' sstruggling to take in enough air to compensate for what he's lost. "I feel...in pain. Why dont you just drop the baton and we can continue this civily..." he mutters, between sharp intakes of air._

20:44 Sorren The mare rolled her eyes. "Why don't you just take your claws off?" he rhetorical question was laced with sarcasm--she was keeping the baton. "Are you experiencing any unexpected feelings or emotions? Something that makes you uncomfortable? Any sort of dissonance?"

20:48 GyroFeather narrows his eyes at the mare and shakes his head. "What do you want from me? You were trying to trigger that reaction werent you? What are you hoping that I enjoyed doing that? Because I didnt. I wish it hadnt been a choice between me and her." He growls again, and then musters up enough to spit blood up at her, though, the gryphon is sufficiently cowed as to prevent him from actually trying to get up to his feet. "Now...are you going to at least start feeding me again?"

20:52 Sorren "Mister Gyro, I wasn't hoping for anything. It is standard to approach social experiments designed to understand behavioral tendencies with an open mind. This is a journey of curiosity, not confirmation bias." She gazed at her tablet, then made a few notes. When he spit at her, she flinched, then flashed her baton at him, not hitting him, but sparking it close enough to him that he could smell the ozone. "Would you prefer to be returned to regular rations or would you rather be allowed to finish with the mare first. You _did_ kill her. It would be somewhat of a shame to let it go to waste."

20:58 GyroFeather shrinks back when she threatens to baton him, and bites down on his beak. His eyes turns to gaze to the corner where the mare lay beneath a blanket, and then he grimaces. The one thing that could be said about what was left over was...well...it had tasted far better than the nutrient gruel they'd been feeding him before. "I didnt kill her...you killed her, through my claws." he says, ignoring the question. His mind wanders, wondering if they'd actually feed him if he did request regular rations anyways. Or would they underfeed him...just to see if he'd go back for seconds. Suddenlyt he gryphom makes a face like he's going to be sick as he feels the meat shifting heavily in his crop and his belly makes a soft gurgling sound as it works on his meat. "I...I'll take the regular rations...thats just...just sick..." he mumbles.

21:05 Sorren "Alright," she said with a small bow of her head. "We killed her." She spent a long moment gazing down at him, thinking. Her eyes drifted to his belly, and she spent a good moment looking at it, then leaned backwards somewhat as it started to talk. It seemed she wasn't all too keen on him vomiting.
She let silence hang in the air just long enough for it to be uncomfortable when he requested normal rations, then nodded her head. "Understood." She looked to the mirror, then nodded.
The door slid open further, and two stallions entered pushing a small cart. Together, they made their way over to the mutilated mare in the corner, loaded her up, then made their way back out of the room, all while the mare watched idly. One of the two stallions returned a moment later with a bottle of bleach, a metal bucket, and a rag, and he thumped it down on the floor. He exited shortly after.
"Anything else you would like to discuss before I take my leave?" she chimed, almost sounding smug.

21:15 GyroFeather watches as the two stallions cart the mare away from the room with both remorse and fear...what if they made him do it again? They were going to stop feeding him once more...werent they? Or worse...what if...what if she came back as slabs of butchered meat in his food tray. Finally they clear lthe room and he forces himself to strike those thoughts from his mind. When the cleaning supplies entered, he raises an eyebrow and then looks at the mare. "Youre...really going to make me clean up my own room? After all that? Have one of your janitors take care of it...and I promise that I wont touch them," he demands, with a rising growl in his voice. "Plus...I cant really clean her matress."

21:20 Sorren "You're going to be in here for a while with no one to talk to," the mare said with a small shrug of her shoulders. "It'll give you something to do." She placed a hoof on the bucket, then slid it towards him. "Feel free to turn over the mattress. The other side is still clean." She glanced down at the somewhat rounded bird once more, then stepped out, the door sliding shut swiftly behind him.
Gyro would be left alone for two days this time, though he was being fed, three meals a day, somewhat small, but enough to keep him sustained, however nothing compared to his prior _feast._ They mostly consisted of very dry, very bland food, oatmeals, granola--nothing with particular substance, but it was consistent food Whether or not Gyro cleaned his room was up to him. There was a good chance they'd be forced to clean it if he left it for too long.

21:29 GyroFeather narrows her eyes at her and lets out a low growl. "You could give me a book....that would really keep me occupied rather than leaving me just sitting here twiddling my claws...Or maybe a deck of cards?" He begs, wishing for somethign to do." Despite his rage...the fact that she walks away from him is enough to still leave him feeling like he's missing something.
He doesn't get up until she's left the room, and when he does he wanders over to the bottle of bleach, and turns it over in his claws. "And...what if I decide I'd rather drink this instead huh? Would you take it away from me and clean this yourself?" He asks, and unscrews the lid. The bird takes a swig of it into his beak, though when he lets the bottle down he lets the bleach fall back into the bottle. "I'll go for another one."_

21:42 Sorren The intercom buzzed back. "This is an experiment, Gyro. It would be unfortunate if you were to kill yourself, but we will not interfere with the outcome."
There was a moment of silence. "We'll see about getting you a book or two."
Gyro _would_ get a book, a few hours later, two actually. One was some fictional piece about ponies and space, a decent read, and the other was sociological study on predator species and their integration into what was otherwise "civilized" equine society. Surely they were trying to fuck with his mind. If he didn't clean his floor by the first day, the staff _would_ do it for him.

21:55 GyroFeather is delighted upon finding a pair of books slipped into his room and, this time, actually finally starts to mop up the floor. While partially it was the smell getting to him, after sitting and stinking up for several hours, he also wanted to reward their behavior in them getting him somethign to occupy his time. The books sit untouched and unexamined, until the floor is finally all cleaned up, followed by him taking a shower and getting himself cleaned off. He even makes sure to sweep up all his plucked feathers and place them in a recepticle. Hopefully the smell of bleach would manage to clear out by the time he was done, primping and preening.
Despite the terrible trauma he'd just been through, at the same time, the new food in his belly was leaving him feeling far better spirits than he'd had been only a couple days prior, when he'd been starved out of his mind. Finally cleaned, he sits down and has his meal, even though his crop is still sagging somewhat from his feast from earlier in that day. He peruses the space book, but leaves the predator study alone for a fair while .