All the Trauma

[generalflirt]

Who: Everyone is currently Mallynapped
What: Interacting between being experimented on (in the cells)
When: Well I'll be doing it during Masaomi's kidnapping time (The fifth) onwards, but basically any point in the last week or so and over the weekend
Where: In the detention center for kidnapped peoples.
Summary: Interacting in the same cell, in neighboring cells, etc. Feel free to be creative.
Rating: Probably high due to horrors

Dingy Cells. Experiments. Comrades in pain. Possibly shackles, possibly shenanigans, a lot of negative things. Feel free to interact for it!

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From August 3rd onward

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[Grell spends most of her time sleeping, what little time she has. They take her for days sometimes and when she comes back, she always feels weaker, less like herself. When not asleep, she paces, kicks at the walls, does anything to try and call her scythe back, but it does nothing and in the end she rants and yells about how this awful place has no idea on how to treat a lady. She yells until she has no energy left and sleeps again - and then they always come.

For now, she's up, throwing pebbles at the walls and out the bars of the cell.]

August 14-ish?

[winged_moon]

[One of those pebbles goes across the aisle, bouncing through the bars of another cell and off a broad white-feathered wing sheltering its occupant. Yue is lying where he was left the last time they returned him, too drug-fogged to even muster up the pride to move even if he did curve a wing forward to almost completely hide him from view. At the small impact of the pebble said wing shifts slightly, lifting and partially folding before sliding back into the position it had been before.]

August 14-ish is good with me

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

.....

[The movement of color and a familiar shape calls her attention and she looks over, letting a tired smile pass over her face.]

Well...hello there, Angel.

\o/

[winged_moon]

[It's a moment before there's a response, but eventually the wing lifts enough for Yue to peer out, his expression blank but for a hint of confusion.]

...me?

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[She tosses another pebble his way, just far enough to land near his feet.]

Do you see anyone else about to whom I've given such a nickname?

[winged_moon]

[He flinches half a second after the pebble lands, then slowly draws his wing back the rest of the way. If anything he still seems confused, or maybe just not capable of thinking well enough to make connections.]

Not my name.

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[Dragging herself from her bed, she manages to somewhat saunter (more like limp) over to the bars. Leaning against them, she peers out, still smiling.]

Ah, so you do remember. You were in such a state the last time we met.

[Ha ha.....ha. orz]

Looks like we're both in one this time.

[winged_moon]

Remember... you?

[Yue hesitates, then slowly starts to push himself up with one hand, the other lifting to his forehead.]

No, I— do I?

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[Oh, boo. Grell sighs and leans her elbows onto a horizontal bar, staring out at Yue.]

It would seem they've rattled you far more than I thought. How unfortunate. I rather like thinking I make an unforgettable impression upon people.

[winged_moon]

[Yue lifts his eyes and meets Grell's for just a moment before looking down again, his wings shifting uneasily.]

Why is that?

[From his tone he's asking more for conversation than out of any real sense of curiosity. He still isn't quite... all there yet, even though he's waking up.]

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

You are rattled.

[She looks at him with more interest than before.]

Just when did you arrive?

[winged_moon]

[This is a question he should be able to answer, Yue is fairly certain, but when he opens his mouth to answer he pauses, realizing that he has none to give. He frowns, then shakes his head and starts to struggle to his feet.]

It doesn't matter.

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

No, I suppose it doesn't.

They've done quite a number on you, however. What a shame. Does it hurt much?

[winged_moon]

[Getting to his feet is an unusually complicated process involving a couple of false starts and attempts to spread his wings enough to help with balance (something quite difficult to do within the confines of his cell). He finally manages, however, even if he has to hold a bar to stay upright and hope it doesn't look like he needs to.]

They... have they hurt you?

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

You have no idea.

[Grell does not look pleased at that either.]

But I have the luck of being a god and thus heal faster than most.

[winged_moon]

Oh.

[A god. Uh-huh. Clearly Yue doesn't quite buy that, but he isn't arguing it... not out loud, at least, since the dubious look might be considered an argument. But he just gives a mental shrug and glances down at himself, testing his limbs for any sign of injury.]

I don't seem to be hurt.