<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6d/Medieval_cloak_wool_03.jpg)</div><strong>Ropes</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1COUSCOm6Sn1CQv1SHsQ4bw69uUFyFq6-8BjXLs0xn_I/edit)<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Zap, Lab Techs<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Tagan</div><div class="spoiler_body">   <br/>   Ropes checked with his eyes that he still had two coils ready by the door.  Nodding, he tossed a third around a beam or light fixture above teh door where it looped itself tight and waited.  Crossing to the lab tech, he turned her gently by the shoulder and held up a rolled bandana.  "Just keep calm and keep working and you won't get hurt," he said in a sure and steady voice as the rolled bandana went around her head to gag her securely, but not painfully tight.  <br/><br/>   It was, perhaps, dangerously merciful.  Not that he he didn’t tighten it, but that a gag like that could stop her from moving her tongue but—with out a ball—wouldn't muffle breath over vocal chords.  <br/><br/>   The coil Zap was down beside sprang to life, binding her wrists solidly, then securing theselves to a nearby piece of machinery.  Ropes moved to stand behind her and haul her around in front of him.  <br/><br/>   “Showtime,” he echoed in a whisper that tickled her ear.  </div></div>