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All the Trauma

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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Aren't you in a mood.

[She throws another pebble at the wall, hard enough to make it skip and bounce off into the hall.]

I'm a jailbird in a sick and twisted experimental lab prison. I'm entitled to be in whatever damn mood I feel like.

Hmph. And here I was only hoping for a bit of conversation to pass the time. I have been here for a week already after all.

[Feels longer. So much longer.]

Oh. That's rich. You're actually hoping for a conversation?

Why? Why would you even want to talk to me?

Because, dear Buffy, despite you only speaking to me for some two-faced reason, I actually spoke to you because I found your company agreeable.

...It wasn't all two-faced.

[ there was the first time. word association. ]

Just mostly. Yes, that makes it so much better.

[She sighs and tosses the rest of her handful of pebbles at the wall.]

It must be grand, being able to decide who has the right to live in the village and who doesn't.

...I never claimed to have that right. Never. Stop putting words in my mouth. It's really, really unappreciated.

My apologies, let me rephrase.

That is how the others see you. If you give the say so, someone can be run out at the drop of a hat. Isn't that our deal? I play nice or you give the word and my little sham of a life goes up in smoke?

It must be such a burden.

...Let me give you a little reminder, huh? You made the first move. You're getting off light. Too light, probably. You've gotta know that.

And let me let you in on a secret: I didn't want to do that. I--

[..! She did not want to say that. She takes the pillow off her bed and throws it, flopping over and turning her back to the wall as if that would end the conversation.]

But what? The voices made you do it? Or did you just accidentally carve up both my boyfriend and my sister's boyfriend? Tripped? Sleep-walking? Got the wrong address?

[ oh, here comes out some of the honest vitriol. ]

...nngh. [She does not want to talk about this. She does not need Buffy knowing more about her than she already does. Or her frailties. Or anything.]

Yes, I just did it for the funsies. Isn't that what you wish to hear?

I want to understand what makes a person think it's okay to cut a human being open. A good man -- 'cause they're both good men. Beneath the obvious surface flaws.

[ and she doesn't even yet know about giles. oh, and if she did -- well, this conversation simply wouldn't be happening. ]

[Hey, Giles was a request job.]

Understand? How could you understand? I'm not a person for one thing. I'm a god - a death god. It makes a world of difference.

And in a place where death has no meaning? Imagine that.

[ hard, sharp: ] I imagine it's a little like being a vampire slayer in a place with no vampires.

[ or none that she can slay. ]

[Point. Grell sighs.]

Yes, well. At least you can still do your job in other capacities. It's my job to clean up those who shouldn't be alive and what happens when I do? I get reprimanded. Lovely.

It's your job to do that in your world. Two and half years in this place has pretty much drilled it into my brain that different worlds have different rules. Shouldn't or should be alive? Those aren't standards you get to call.

But it is.

[She gets up and grabs the bars, trying to get a look at Buffy now.]

Do you know what would happen to me if I stopped being a death god?! Do you?!

I would die, Buffy Summers. I don't simply get to change job titles or take off the mantle for a little while. I would cease to exist! I thought this place was a punishment! I thought I was going to die here! I had to know!

[ destiny. duty. drive. she knows them all too well; still, it's never driven her to the depths of crazy she's witnessing from grell. at the back wall of her cell, buffy can just be seen. sitting with her knees drawn up to her chest. ]

A death god, dying? Or -- better yet -- a death god trying to cheat her own death. Wow. Let's just wallow in that hypocrisy here for a second.

[She lets out an exasperated sound mixed with disgust and pushes away from the bars, retreating back into her cell.]

Oh, forget it.

This is what I get for trying to speak to mortals about the affairs of gods.

And people tell me I've got egotistical streak a few hundred miles wide.

[ seriously? off your tall horse, grell. it ain't impressin' nobody here. ]

Well pardon me. I think I'm allowed a bit of dramatics, all things considered.

[She grabs her pillow and throws herself back on her bed with a huff.]

All what things considered, huh?

[She mumbles]

Considering recent events and unusual regrets.

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