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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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Oh, it wasn't so bad. I got to properly do my thing. You know, save lives. Fight bad guys. That whole bit.

[And he actually means this. All things considered, that week really wasn't too bad for him at all.]

Blood tests first. [Maybe it was customary for all subjects, but they were double-checking for blood toxicity. He knew it.] Then they upped my tolerance for pain, only to bring it way below normal. So, that's been fun. At least they haven't touched this yet.

[He indicates the arc reactor. It was only a matter of time.]

...And how're you feeling now?

[ she peers at the something embedded in his chest -- she wants to ask about it; however, the walls have ears. she didn't dare get too nosy with who knows who listening in. ]

Like hell. I'm think that's...a pretty succinct description, yeah.

[Tony's more concerned about the Malnosso learning about the arc reactor than other captives, but he didn't know if they were listening even now. The less they knew about what not only kept him alive, but powered his suit as well, the better.]

What about you? Anything of note besides the knuckle busting?

...A few cross-cell shouting matches worthy of Shawshank. And some Malnosso lunch-dates while they figure out if I'm still the best me I can be.

Nothing too worthy of writing home about -- y'know, if we could. All's mostly quiet on the Buffy Summers front. Comparatively speaking.

Sounds copacetic.

[He gives her a hard look, trying to detect if this was really the truth. Believe it or not, if the Malnosso have been rough with her, he doesn't want her to bottle it up in front of him.]

Maybe they'll at least send you back with something useful. A second pair of arms. X-ray vision. You know. The good stuff.

...Their souvenirs are rarely so helpful. [ it is at this point that buffy oh-so-casually lifts the hem of her t-shirt. a scar tracks from just before the centre of her stomach, arching diagonally down towards her hip. wrapping around her side. it's slightly raised. the mark is garishly light against a very considerable tan. ]

Last time. Not last January but the January before that. [ but she heals fast; the only way she walked out of that one with a scar was because she was also deprived of her slayer abilities for five months. a reminder of being 'normal'. ]

[A scar, and a bad one. He's not quite sure what to conclude from this. It had to have been caused by something pretty nasty, clearly.]

I'm going to guess they didn't just give you scar, did they?

Oh, no. That just wouldn't be fun enough -- would it? I got dropped back in the village looking like the world's nastiest bread-knife had about two or three dull goes on my abdomen.

[ and the recovery was a horror. she had hated being put on bed-rest although she had well and truly needed it, cut off from her abilities. but doctor mccoy had taken good care of her. he always does. ]

I'm sure that was pleasant.

[Except not really. At all. That sounded pretty god-awful, honestly, and he can't help but cross his fingers that something like that doesn't end up happening to him.

You know, figurative finger crossing, that is.]

It didn't kill you though, I take it?

I survived -- probably mostly in thanks to the fact that I live with one of the best damn medicos in the village. He looked after me.

You'd think them pretty sloppy doctors, leaving you like that. But clearly--[He gestures.] That isn't the case.

[He's leading, here--if the Malnosso had a reason for doing that, Buffy probably knew.]

[ she does know. she just...doesn't quite know how to say it. she drops the hem of her top and smooths it back across her stomach. ]

I'm sure they had a hell of a time watching the slow and painful recovery of a Slayer without her regeneration rate.

Regeneration rate. [Accelerated healing. And his interest is piqued for a reason that probably wouldn't thrill her: he wants to know how it works. But he's at least tactful enough to know that this isn't the time or place to ask about it, and he really don't want to get too nosy right now. He doesn't want to piss her off, and even more, he doesn't want to encourage her being nosy right back at him.

Getting personal? Yeah, that's not really something he wants to deal with right now.]

That was probably quite the change of pace. Did you at least take up knitting or something to keep from going crazy?

...Do I look like I knit?

[ she lifts her brows. ] That's around when I started working at Good Spirits. And I started training a la normality.

I try not to make assumptions. You never know. Maybe I sell balloons in my spare time.

[Snark, but his heart still isn't in it. He falls silent for a moment. God, he's terrible at this, isn't he? He should probably say something comforting. We'll be fine. They won't kill us. It can't be worse than last time. But he just can't muster it.]

Welp, glad you found something to pass the time. I think I'm already a little less sane than when I got here.

...At least you were sane to start off with. Not everyone is.

[Oh, that's nice.]

Yeah, I've noticed. Funny how the backwater Twilight Zone attracts the best lunatics of all. [If he ever got that therapy business up and running, he'd make a fortune here.

You know, were there currency.]

...Nothing but the grade A crazies for us. But they have their charms.

Do they now. [He sounds disinterested, but:] Well, I've got time. Apparently. Enlighten me.

[ his disinterest rankles her and she gives her head a quick shake. ] Go enlighten yourself.

[ and then, a little guiltily: ] It's the slightly out-of-touch ones who end up with the fiercest grips on reality, when they see it. A good thing to pay attention to.

[He doesn't think about it too much right now, but she does have a point.] Super. So as long as we rally with the oddballs, we'll be in good shape.

You can't tell me you don't have a little bit of crazy in you. Most of us usually do.

Oh, sure. I'll count myself in that group of oddballs. Any genius suffers from it.

What you lack in modesty you make up for in honesty. Go you.

Hey, I'm nothing if not honest.

[Except for when he can't even tell his closest friends that he's dying. Whoops.

And that thought is a little crashing and sobering. He can't forget where he is. Even if the company could be worse right now.]

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