Daily Logs 8-18-14

I. Loise checks on poisoned Zef, who doesn't want to give in... this time.
II. Molly and Morgan are reunited in the group cell after each being in solitary confinement all night
III. Future!Roca, Future!Kain and Molly discuss escape plans
IV. Terry is mad at T'Pah, but not for long
V. Future!Rorin and Future!Roca talk with Future!Gyles about how the Hattans might have manipulated him into betraying the crew
VI.  Session: Joseph experiences why people say Vraaka is insane
VII. And then, back in the main cell, F!Rorin, Loise and F!Roca take care of Joseph... when suddenly F!Roca is beamed out!





I.
Zef: *in the meantime has been with his people, but mostly rather quiet; also tried to sleep, it even worked... sometimes, for a few hours but that's better than nothing* * the day before yesterday he started feeling notably unwell and it's gotten worse until today* *lying on one of the top bunk beds, wakes up half on his belly and half sideways, makes a low pained frustrated noise*
Loise: *has been mostly quiet and tensed up, but ok the last few days, concentrating on not attracting attention and shutting out her panic by keeping to rational thinking* *she was very attentive to gathering information about her situation and people coming and going, but has barely talked to anyone but Zef in the last few days* *hears the noice from the bunk above hers and gets up, climbing up the latter to look after her brother* Zef…? *quietly once her head appears on top of the railing*
Zef: *grimaces slightly* Ouch... *because that was the first thing he noticed after waking up* *turns his head a bit, so he can see Loise* Crap, my legs. Hey.
Loise: *sympathetic and fearful look on her face, concerned about his well-being and worried how she should see this through without him, she barely knows how as it is* We’ll… manage. Somehow. *tonelessly* *sits down on the bed and weakly pats his ankle*
Zef: *closes his eyes, nods* Yeah, sure. *surprisingly confident* But it hurts. *slight frown* Did I miss anything important?
Loise: *almost unnoticable shrug* Morgan, McAdams and Naara *add any other name in case someone else is missing, too* are still gone. And… it’s hard to avoid the Loreno from the future.
Zef: *curses silently when Loise says that people are still gone* Yeahhh... well, true. He's strange, I mean, they all are. More or less at least. Alternate versions of us are weird... *talking while sitting up slowly, gasping slightly, also making a face because moving hurts and is exhausting, combined with a brief faint smile*
Loise: I don’t know. Mine isn’t here. *she’s dead* *stares at the blanket*
Zef: No, well... I know. *she's dead* Mine isn't either, but others are. *sits, his legs still outstretched, rubs his upper leg, it hurts, pins and needles*
Loise: What’s with your legs? *somewhat dull question, she already knows they’re in pain, and is relatively sure it’s the poison, but still*
Zef: *is actually kinda glad that she asks... it's attention and he doesn't feel as useless as last time when they had to deal with the Hattans* Feels like I'm stung by like a thousand needles. Like, y'know, when they fall asleep, only now it also hurts. *stops rubbing, sighs (not bugged, just exhausted)*
Loise: *inhales sharply* Not good…
Zef: Well, no. But I can deal with it, I think. *which surprises him, really...* You still don't feel anything like that, yeah?
Loise: *shakes head* But that doesn’t mean they can’t still poison me. *realist*
Zef: Yeah... *nodnod* Here, nothing means anything. *no, that doesn't sound right* I mean like nothing is certain.
Loise: *nods* And… will you die? *helplessly*
Zef: Well, erm. I don't know? I hope I won't but... *lowers voice, thoughtfully* it kinda shocks me less than it should, I think. *noticing a slight 'disgustingly crappy feeling' on the thought of the arbitrariness they're exposed to*
Loise: *swallows hard* I see. *can’t say more or her voice would break*
Zef: *oh... o__o;* I'll try not to die, really. It's just, I'm not afraid and that's good because I'm useless when I'm afraid. *which isn't true, he /is/ afraid but not at the verge of panic, but it's soon enough if the Hattans figure that when they torture him, they don't need to know now*
Loise: *just nods, turning her head away*
Zef: … *looks down, rubbing his upper leg again, not sure what to say or if to best keep quiet now*
Loise: *sniffs a few times, but the tears stay behind her eyes and in her nose* Can I do something? *murmurs after a while, voice the same dull tone as usual since the first excitement of being captured vanished*
Zef: *swallows, keeps quiet for a while too* *glances at her when she speaks, but needs another moment until he replies* … I was thinking about getting up. *which totally answers her question*
Loise: Ah. *gets up and jumps down, assuming he needs the ladder*
Zef: *inhales deeply, holds his breath and makes his way all over the bed towards the ladder, feeling all weak and with his hurting legs that's all but pleasant, tries not to make too many pained noises... but it hurts, so it doesn't go all that well side from keeping the noises low* *when he reached the ladder sits at the edge of the bed, legs hanging low*
Loise: *looks up* Can I do more?
Zef: Erm. Carry me down? Catch me? *isn't serious, but she asked if she can do anything and hey in case he can't walk anymore he's rather with her than some not-friend who tries to check on him*
Loise: *not funny* I don’t think so. *same dull tone*
Zef: Well, pity. *climbs down the ladder, more like clings to the rungs so he doesn't fall down and eventually makes it to the ground, stands, still holding on to the rungs, gasping exhausted and in pain, especially his legs didn't like this and his arms aren't happy about it either*
Loise: You… ok? *since he’s not well, obviously* *short look to her bed, he can sit down there if he wants…* *but…*
Zef: *nodnodnod, pained gasping* Yeah, I, hah, I made it. *he got up! And is standing! Cool! There! He's not done yet!*
Loise: And… now? *shifts weight from one foot to the other*
Zef: *still gasping* Nooow... *carefully lets go of the rugs, but his legs seem to hold his weight* Well erm. Want to walk up and down the *cell* room with me? *we can talk. Or be quiet. But spend some time. Good...?*
Loise: Mhm. Sure. *waits for him to start walking, not intending to say much unless he speaks* *doesn’t want to think and just stay in her strangely dull, distant state of mind in which she observes everything like through a curtain*
Zef: Cool. *weak smile* *starts walking slowly, it hurts and is exhausting but not knowing if he's still able to walk bothered him, so now he's relieved that it somewhat works and he doesn't want to give in, not this time, not yet, can't* *after a few steps though* … mind? *gestures with his hand at her shoulder, like: can I hold on to you? because walking straight on is difficult when you're dizzy and stuff...*
Loise: Mhm. *nods and offers her arm, doesn’t mind to walk slowly, either*
Zef: *holds on to her arm* Thanks. *well, she's been quiet a lot and he's been quiet a lot, so... also walking is exhausting as it is, doesn't say anything unless she does and wants to turn around before they reach the other end of the cell* *glad about her company, mortal danger does something to people, that's certain...*
Loise: Welcome. *turns around with him and starts walking back*
Zef: *walks back to their cots, holding on to her, gasping more and more until they get back* … this time maybe, I should not, ladder?
Loise: I… *hesitates for a long moment* I can sleep up there.
Zef: *catches breath, but the gasping won't stop* Really? *quick faint grin, somewhat amused* Cool. Says me. I like upper bunks, normally. Yeah, sounds good.
Loise: Some things change when you're... *dying* *swallows and climbs up*
Zef: Well, next time. Maybe. *shakily sits down on the bottom bunk and lies down, which takes a little while but eventually he manages* *rolls on his side, pained, closes his eyes*
Loise: *climbs down again soon after, because for some reasons being at the upper bed frightens her – what if she’s beamed away with nobody noticing? – and sits down somewhere, doing nothing in particular but watching everyone*
Zef: *curls up a little, but falls asleep eventually*



II.
Morgan: *is beamed back into the group holding cell, still curled up in a ball on the floor, to keep warm and hide her face from the dark of the solitary room she'd been in all night* *looks up, face tear streaked and exhausted - she didn't get much sleep, obviously*
Molly: *was sitting when she gets beamed back to the main cell, but sort of falls backwards in surprise with the wall suddenly not there* *sits up quickly and stands, a little wobbly but mostly okay, she's been through this kind of thing before* *does a scan of the room and spots Morgan, immediately moving to her side and crouching down* Hey. *voice is hoarse from the long
bruise ringed around her neck, but she tries to speak softly*
Morgan: *squints at Molly, cause her vision is still a little spotty* *her brain will probably take a while to be convinced that she's not actually blind* Hey. You okay? *uncurls slightly*
Molly: Can I help you get on a cot? *offers a hand*
Morgan: *accepts it* I'm fine. Are you okay? They didn't hurt your throat too badly, did they? *gives her bruised neck a worried look*
Molly: *pulls her up slowly and starts to help her to a cot* I just bruise really easily, it's not bad.
Morgan: *make a noise that indicates that she's not convinced* Sure. *little weak about the knees, but walks fairly steadily to the cot, with Molly's help* *sits gratefully, giving her friend a wry smile* Thanks.
Molly: *makes sure she's settled before stepping back* Yeah, and thank /you/ for hanging onto that button. You're a champ. *small smile in return*
Morgan: *looks almost offended that Molly might think she would do otherwise* Of course I hung onto it! I wouldn't let you go through that. *affronted* I mean it wasn't as bad as last time, but it wasn't nice either. *better than small dark boxes slowly suffocating you I mean*
Molly: *thought she would be good at standing but that seems to not be working out* Can I sit down? *nods to the spot next to Morgan*
Morgan: Of course. *pats the spot*
Molly: *sits down and leans against the wall, letting out a breath* I really hate that guy.
Morgan: He was surprisingly melodramatic. I'm glad you beat him up, before.
Molly: Well, Terrence beat /him/ up. I beat up his friend. Who I haven't seen yet, but I hope I do, so I can punch him right in the fucking face. *said like she's stating the time of day*
Morgan: I wouldn't mind that. My punches aren't too bad now. *eyes her fingers, curling them in speculation* I've been practicing. I'm better at shooting then I am at hand-to-hand, though. *has practiced shooting pretty much every day since arriving* *she just will never be big enough to be great at close combat*
Molly: It helps if you toughen up your knuckles. *holds out one hand to Morgan so she can see that Molly's knuckles are calloused* Doesn't hurt as much when you punch.
Morgan: *tilts her head curiously* Do you do that by practicing a lot, or is there a specific exercise?
Molly: Hit the punching bag with no hand wraps. *laughs* At first it will /really/ hurt but once you let it scab and then just repeat over and over the callouses will build up.
Morgan: *nods* I'll have to try that. Whenever we get back. *expects they will, still figures the LS is fine and will complete the mission* *hopefully she remembers this conversation later*
Molly: We could train together, if you want.
Morgan: *smiles wearily* That would be nice. I'm not very good at fighting, still.
Molly: Well, you're a scientist. Theoretically you shouldn't /have/ to.
Morgan: *gestures around them with a humorless laugh* Theoretically, neither of us should. In reality, I'm a Starfleet officer before I'm anything else. It's clearly a dangerous job no matter what department you're in.
Molly: Well, I tend to attract misfortune. *stretches her arms out in front of her, testing any residual pain from the nodes* Maybe it's following me, not the Legacy.
Morgan: As a scientist I'll tell you that's very unlikely. *crosses her legs up on the bed* Plus there's not very much logic in blaming yourself for bad luck.
Molly: There's not much logic in a lot of what happens to us.
Morgan: That is the most factual statement I have ever heard. *sigh* Think they'll question us again, or will they have given up?
Molly: I like to think we frustrated him enough to leave us alone. Maybe.
Morgan: Hopefully they'll just realize that we have no information to give them *that we actually will give* and leave us alone. If not... *shrug*
Molly: Always lucky enough to make it home until that one time. *looks down at her hands and then laces them together in her lap*
Morgan: Well, we haven't gotten to that time yet. I mean our other selves literally went through a whole year of thinking that this was the end, but we have a big chance here. There's still hope. *as long as the LS isn't totally destroyed*
Molly: For me it /was/ the end.
Morgan: Was. *looks her up and down* /You/ seem pretty alright to me. Whatever happened before, this universe is already changing. *raises her knees and links her arms over them* You know that, theoretically, there are infinite possible universes? It's kind of amazing, actually; any version of anything that ever could have happened, is happening, somewhere. There's a version where we didn't have this conversation, or where we were killed just now in the interrogation room, or where we were never brought to the future and we all died, and where none of this happened at all. If you can even think it, it's happening, somewhere. This is just /one/ thing that happened, in one place, to one version of you. Your life isn't the same as hers.
Molly: *such a scientist* I know, I know, but it's still a little disconcerting.
Morgan: *snort* I've been watching /myself/ run around the ship in battle gear yelling about the apocalypse for the last few weeks. Trust me, it's /all/ disconcerting.
Molly: Yeah you seemed pretty... intense.
Morgan: Focused, I think. I usually use work to distract myself from negative stuff, so I guess when the world is falling apart... *shrugs*
Molly: Well, since our usual trend is a heap of bad luck followed by just enough good luck to sort things out, hopefully this will all be over soon.
Morgan: That is what usually seems to happen, yeah. *brightly* Maybe we'll get shore leave! I want a beach.
Molly: Do you like to swim?
Morgan: *nods* It's relaxing. And the beach is nice. Reminds me of where I grew up. *small smile*
Molly: Montana. No coast there, but my house had a pool and there were ponds in the area. *inspects her nails* It's a nice area.
Morgan: I've never been. *leans back on her hands, letting her knees fall into a crossed position again* Kind of too busy exploring space, I guess.
Molly: A much better option, actually. A lot more to see out here.
Morgan: *smiles* I'm always surprised when people say that they /don't/ want to go into Starfleet. I can't imagine not wanting to see all of this, despite the danger.
Molly: Some people aren't as daring as us. *grins slightly* *and then remembers that one of her best friends can't handle it anymore and is trying to leave, and the smile fades* Oh, and I know we were moving on from that topic, but the fact that you told me I could press that button made all the difference. Thank you.
Morgan: Of course. It would have happened either way, and honestly? I'd rather you did it than him. I trust you.
Molly: That means a lot. *suddenly feeling a little ill* Listen, I'm going to go get some rest, and you should do the same. Do you want me to ask someone to keep an eye on you while you sleep?
Morgan: *shakes head* I'll be okay. Thank you, though.
Molly: *gets up slowly and pats Morgan on the shoulder ever-so-lightly* I'll see you later. *heads off to her own bunk*
Morgan: See you. *lets herself fall over sideways onto the bunk once Molly leaves, curling up and falling asleep almost instantly*



III.
Future!Roca: *is lying on her back on a bunk with her hands folded over her chest, eyes closed* *for some reason she holds one foot on the floor, the rest of her body is perfectly in place and looks like laid out, her chest lifts and collapses visibly from her deep, steady breathing*
Future!Kain: *walking towards his own cot - was attempting to scan the area again, looking for ways out, but of course has found nothing* *kind of wavering, placing a hand on any bunk within reach to stabilize himself as he moves, as he's feeling incredibly dizzy and nauseated, and his muscles feel like jello* *halts at Roca's bunk to lean against it, winded*
Future!Roca: *doesn’t open her eyes until the new pressure on her bunk becomes a constant one and breathing noises get through the fog of concentration and dizziness that clouds her brain* Kain. *weaker than intended, but relaxed tone of voice* *slowly lifts her torso from the bed by supporting it with her hands on her mattress*
Future!Kain: Oh hey. Fancy seeing you here. *closing his eyes and pressing his forehead to the side of the bunk as the world continues to swim around him* How yah doin?
Future!Roca: *shrugs with a half-smile* Could be worse, could be better. They got you, too, mh?
Future!Kain: *dryly* How could you tell. *pushes off the side of the bunk, still resting one hand on it for balance but standing on his own* *looks down at her* Have they taken you in for interrogation yet?
Future!Roca: Mh, I’m good at reading people. *smirks, then shakes her head* I doubt that they will. They know me, I’m a waste of their time. Much more effective when rotting here to distress the others. *but she’s not planning on dying too sufferingly and undignified. She’s still a proud Cardassian soldier*
Future!Kain: *makes a face* They probably think I'll just attack them if they move me. Which, y'know. Fair. I think I actually have some immunity against their knockout gas at this point, I've been exposed so many times. *sounds excessively amused by this* We've given them enough trouble, they're probably having fun watching us slowly dying.
Future!Roca: *snorts a laugh* Fair! *agreeingly* And they know they can’t get to us if we’re not half dead, first.
Future!Kain: Dunno. Bet I could still take some of them. They also probably know that we'd basically die just to spite them, at this point. *smirk* Not much sense in interrogating someone if you know it's pointless.
Future!Roca: *nods* That’s what I said. Any idea who else is poisoned?
Future!Kain: *shakes head* It's kind of hard to tell who's just exhausted from being here, who's sick from being tortured and who's actually ill. *shrug* Probably doesn't matter much. You still have the antidote? *wants to know it's safe and not where people can start fighting over it*
Future!Roca: I do. Unless they beamed it out of my pocket. *quickly checks and shows Kain the antidote* Guess we agree to not use it for one of us? *not very worried that Kain could ask her for it, apparently*
Future!Kain: *nods* I have no idea what we're going to do with it, honestly. If I thought that I could somehow fight my way out if I was at full strength I'd take it, but that's not gonna happen. Don't get me wrong - I'm good, but not /that/ good. *huff* At this point they're probably just going to kill us all anyways, so it doesn't matter, regardless.
Future!Roca: *sits on her bunk now in a sturdy pose, slowly fumbling the antidote back into her armor-pocket* *amused sound* I know what I’d like to do with it. Hand it back to Voris and tell him that neither of us chooses to live in his world over the kind way out he’s offering. *whether the poison was actually his idea or not*
Future!Kain: If you get the chance, go for it. Better than having it here; one person gets it in their head to try and attack you for it and we'll be rioting in this very small, very contained cell. Not my preferred way of dying.
Future!Roca: *shrugs* If I knew it /was/ the antidote I’d give it away. But it could be everything. Remember the time I test-opened that bottle of water and it was an explosive reacting with oxygen? *cut her arm and shoulder open and the Hattans handed them needle and thread to sew her back together*
Future!Kain: *laughs* Ah, yeah, and they gave us a goddamn needle and thread to patch up and none of us knew what to do and I totally winged it. The docs were so angry. *and then we all had to get more extensive first aid training lol* Maybe we should open it and throw it at a wall really fast.
Future!Roca: Would be a waste if it /is/ an antidote.
Future!Kain: What would we do with a real antidote anyways? How would we decide who gets to use it, if anyone?
Future!Roca: *snorts and makes her hands into fists* Which hand? *grins, meaning to illustrate a guessing game* Or we escape and have our rebel-friends from science and medical replicate enough for all of us.
Future!Kain: If they're still alive. *sighs, resting his head against the side of the bunk* We need to get out of here and back to base. If we're assuming that the Lina is dead in the air, which is protocol, then we need a new plan of action. I know everyone up top was parading this as our last chance, but we can think of /something/ else. We just need to get out of here.
Future!Roca: My thoughts exactly. And if we’re quick enough it’s not too late for some of us when we reach the base. That’s why I’d like to keep the antidote. Except *grimaces in pain* we have no plan A for escaping yet. *and it’d be good to have a plan A, B and C*
Future!Kain: Well. I have a few plans. They're very bad though. And would probably result in my death, possibly yours, possibly all of us. *shrugs* We just don't have much to work with.
Future!Roca: *nods* Not much to lose, though. I think it’s worth the risk. But will the Lina-fleeters think so, too?
Future!Kain: Most of them probably are still hoping for a rescue, or that the Sophia is still headed off to complete the mission. Which it might be, but we don't know that, so. You remember how optimistic they all were, before.
Future!Roca: *snorts* We only have to convince Vekal, right?
Future!Kain: *rolls eyes and immediately regrets it, gripping the bed tighter and squeezing his eyes shut against the onslaught of dizziness and nausea as he answers* Vekal isn't a very easy person to talk to. Maybe if you convinced her, you guys have like, bonding or whatever. *leans forehead against the bunk* We might also want to have an escape plan before we talk to her.
Future!Roca: *snorts* I thought you had several.
Future!Kain: Stop snorting at me, I said several /horrible/ ones. Resulting in death probably. Also hinging a lot on group cooperation and the Hattans being idiots. This is like, plan E and beyond, and I do not want to use them unless we cannot think of any A through D plans.
Future!Roca: The Hattans /are/ idiots. *amused* But, fine. Let’s come up with the plans A to D.
Future!Kain: *lowers himself - veeeery carefully - onto the bunk, sitting on the end* *his joints feel a little like they're going through atrophy so* *switches into "planning things with Roca" mode, leaning his elbows on his knees and tapping his fingers together against his nose* So what do we have to use? Just here, not taking into account anything we could get if we broke out.
Future!Roca: *gives a short laugh* Our brains. Hm. We could destroy the bunks and throw the debris at the force fields until we’re all beamed into solidary confinement and gassed unconscious. *things look so good*
Future!Kain: Then we're unconscious. And still in solitary confinement. I might be able to keep awake through the gas, but I wouldn't be coordinate enough to attack them when they came in. *frowns* Destroying the bunks isn't a bad idea, though. We know that these force fields can overreact. Sometimes. Maybe we can break it down. *probably not though*
Future!Roca: *would snort in amusement had the man not asked her to stop* There’s still the PADD their security officer’s taken from our Ping-Pong. *Gyles* /If/ we convince them to join us, we’d have it at our disposal, too.
Future!Kain: Rala has it, I think. She's smart, she'd probably help us. We might be able to rewire that, connect it to some of the framework of the bunks if they're conductive. Maybe override the force field with an electrical pulse? *makes a little explosion gesture with his fingers*
Future!Roca: *crooked grins* Boom. Sounds dreamy. *looks around for Rala, but doesn’t get up and soon looks back at F!Kain* So. *rubs her hands, which are tingling again and starting to get cold* What do we do if they beam everything out except for a few of us?
Future!Kain: Kick it? A lot. All at once. I have no idea. *falls horizontally across the end of the bunk* Urg Roca I hate prisons. This job is stupid.
Future!Roca: *snorts a laugh* Then why did you become a security officer?
Future!Kain: Seemed like the thing at the time. *siiiiigh* Plus you know I have no other skills. *makes a face* If we could just get past the force field, I could take out whatever guards came running and we could get our hands on some weapons. We get to the shuttle bay, possibly grab a Hattan to interrogate about whatever they gave us, get the hell out of dodge. But we have to get through the field first. *frown*
Future!Roca: Mhm. Maybe we should think into another direction. Prepare these officers what to expect in the various interrogation chambers and solitary rooms. *in terms of escaping out of there, but the Hattans don’t have to know that for sure*
Future!Kain: We should be doing both, probably. Interview the people that have been interrogated and find out the weak points of those situations. But until then. Force field. Think.
Future!Roca: Power failure. Hacking into their computer system. Finding a kind defector to work with. Bunk debris. Throwing the antidote into them, hoping it /is/ an explosive.
Molly: *was not quite as fine as she thought she was and passed out a little bit after her conversation with Morgan, woke up a few minutes ago and after getting her bearings, sees what looks like an important conversation and gets up to approach Roca and Kain*
Future!Kain: *doesn't see Molly approaching because he's still looking up at the ceiling from his horizontal position* *sitting is too much* Imagine if it was. That would be so typical. Explosive fake antidote. I hate Hattans.
Future!Roca: *has to recapitulate what Kain said because she sees Molly approaching and concentrating on two different ends with this dizziness and nausea in her head is just a lot* Er… Yes. Maybe it’s not even lethal. *said as a joke, but without any joy in her voice or a smile on her face*
Molly: *stops a few feet away, unsure about joining their conversation* Hello.
Future!Kain: *snorts, even though he told her not to* Fat chance. *pauses when Molly says hello, craning his head up to look at her and squinting through the dizziness* Ohey. Molly. How was the funhouse? *knew she was gone for interrogation all night or whatever, so she must have recently gotten back*
Future!Roca: *eyes still on Molly, nods her over* Join us. *on the cot* The worst that can happen here *in contrast to the aforementioned "fun house"* is that I’ll puke all over you.
Future!Kain: *interjects* That's not unlikely by the way, be warned.
Molly: *eehhhhhh that's not enough personal space* No thank you. *moves a little closer, but stays standing* Are you feeling sick as well? I talked to Jeane... *tries to figure out when, but time is all mush right now* and she's not feeling well either.
Future!Roca: *makes a face to F!Kain’s comment, then nods* The poison, most likely. *doesn’t state F!Kain’s feeling unwell, too, though, and manages to sit sturdy and focus on Molly’s face*
Molly: Are you guys... discussing ideas?
Future!Kain: *doesn't offer up the fact that he's also sick because a) better people not know if they don't guess and b) it might be a little obvious no matter how he tries to hide it* We're trying to form an escape plan that doesn't involve any of us dying horrifically. So far unsuccessful.
Molly: You know that they're probably monitoring what we say in here, right? *quietly*
Future!Roca: *snorts a laugh* And we know that they have your technology and can translate every language we know. Besides, we just have to be good enough so they can’t stop us no matter what. Or do you have a better idea? *eyes her curiously*
Future!Kain: *helpfully* Optimally the theoretical plan would cover the fact that they heard about the theoretical plan. The other option is that we wing it. *we've done it before and it goes horribly every time*
Molly: What are some of the ideas so far, then?
Future!Roca: *shrugs* First, what’s your people’s agenda? Are you in no matter what’s happened to Lina Sophia, even if it endangers your lives… more? *they’re not exactly safe there, are they?*
Future!Kain: We need your support if we're going to get out.
Molly: *gives a little shrug* I don't know what our plans are. Vekal was gone, then she was back and asleep, and then I was gone. But I can say that if we keep looking at this as my people versus your people, that's not going to help.
Future!Roca: *nods* Sounds reasonable enough to me. *looks at F!Kain*
Future!Kain: *shrugs* As long as everyone's willing to move when we say move, I'm good. We'll need them to be willing to run and possibly shoot, that's all. We generally operate under the moto "fall behind get left behind", so.
Molly: Who do you currently consider in charge of "your people"?
Future!Roca: Him. But he won’t cross me, will you? *humourless grin*
Future!Kain: *still looking up at the ceiling* Nah. We're partners in crime. *raises his fist for her to bump* *he has probably explained this before so she should know about it*
Molly: *folds her arms* So if we're all going to work together, we're going to need one leader. In a situation like this, the more leaders there are, the more confusing and twisted things get. There has to be one person that everyone will trust to make the decisions, and follow.
Future!Roca: *returns the fist bump, smirks at F!Kain and eventually says what she wanted to reply to him, using Molly’s statement as proof* But Starfleeters aren’t used to having two bosses, remember?
Future!Kain: *makes finger explosion off of the fist bump because obviously* While I have found the Cardassian way to be productive with the right combination of people, in this situation I'll defer to Vekal unless I think she's being really exceptionally stupid.
Molly: *turns her attention to Roca* What about you?
Future!Roca: What about me? I’ll defer to him unless I think he’s exceptionally stupid.
Future!Kain: Love you too darling~
Molly: I guess that works. *tucks her hair behind her ears* Which one of you wants to talk with Vekal? Or should I do it?
Future!Roca: *snorts* I’ll talk to her.
Future!Kain: *happily* She scares me so I'll let my better half do the talking.
Molly: Alright. *thinks this is a hint that she's not needed* I'll leave you to it, then.
Future!Roca: No, wait. If the poison knocks me out *as much she hates to admit that possibility* you’ll have to talk to her.
Future!Kain: Also if you have any ideas on escape plans we're all ears.
Molly: Let me know if you need me, then. *to Kain* I'll think on it. *hasn't been back in the regular cell long enough to think about such things yet*
Future!Roca: Where in the ship have you been, and what did it look like? *gamling on the Hattans not catching up on this conversation before it’s too late*
Future!Kain: If you can tell us what the interrogation rooms that you've been to look like, that would be a big help.
Molly: *shifts uncomfortably* Um. The room I was in had a chair and a biobed. It was plain besides that. And I was also in one of those small dark rooms with nothing in it. *doesn't really want to dig into those memories, but tries anyway* The first room had a bunch of.. hatches, I suppose? I don't know what they were for, or if there was anything beyond them.
Future!Roca: *listens* Hm. They keep their torture equipment behind hatches in the wall. But if one can get a hand on /them/, that’s a pretty good start.
Future!Kain: *doesn't really think about being nice to people with torture trauma anymore* *everyone in his group has torture trauma basically, they have to get past it for the greater good* *nods thoughtfully* Strapped down, of course. The usual. Some of our people can get out of those *he made them practice ha* but if they've changed the design it'll be difficult. *nods to Molly* Thank you.
Molly: You're welcome. Is there anything else you need from me?
Future!Roca: *shakes head* I don’t.
Future!Kain: Nothing for now. We'll let you know if we think of anything.
Molly: *nods and heads back to her bunk to speculate on escape plans, though she won't get very far*
Future!Roca: *turns to F!Kain* Looks like we’re not as alone in this as feared.
Future!Kain: Which is good, because have I mentioned I feel like I'm dying? And you look like shit. I can't actually tell where the floor is now, I'm just guessing.
Future!Roca: *gives a startled laugh* But you /can/ tell that I look like shit. Marvellous!
Future!Kain: I'm assuming based on personal experience and reflection. *can't pass it up* And you always look like shit. *smirk*
Future!Roca: *groans, but grinningly* Why, thank you! Oh Cardassia I’m considered beautiful!
Future!Kain: *huffs a laugh* I'd hate to see what the others look like. Spare me. *makes a gagging sound*
Future!Roca: *huffs, but without the laugh* I’d stick my tongue out if you could only see it. *fake-miffed*
Future!Kain: I'm dizzy, not blind. *sigh* Trying to rewire the PADD to short out the force field might work. Otherwise our best bet is probably to escape during interrogation.
Future!Roca: *snorts* And that is also /why/ we’re not going to be interrogated. *lies down, too, because wow, dizzy*
Future!Kain: Urg. So inconvenient. *heaves himself up off the bunk, leaning heavily against it as his vision blacks out and his stomach rebels* I'm gonna go think about it some more. Which, by the way, is technical lingo for 'I'm gonna go pass out on a bunk before I fall over'. *hits the bunk with his palm and forces himself to stand up on his own* We'll figure something out, we always do.
Future!Roca: Hey. *allows herself to sound concerned* Why don’t /you/ stay here and /I/ go keep an eye on everything? Or two, three or four. It definitely feels like four eyes sending info to a brain made for two. *gets up* *she has rested well, before, and is therefore not quite as exhausted*
Future!Kain: *leans against the bunk again* I would protest but I'm not 100% sure that I'd make it to another bunk, so okay. *sits again* I want it to be clear that I could still take like eight Hattans. *falls over* Eight Roca. At least eight.
Future!Roca: *snorts amused* I bet you think it’s eight if you’re standing across from one. *stands on her feet slightly wobbly at first, but manages to balance herself out soon*
Future!Kain: *makes a grumbly complaining noise of dissent, but is already half asleep so it's pretty unintelligible*
Future!Roca: *chuckles* Good night, Kain. *turns to leave and have a look around, ignoring the pain and tingling sensation in her limbs*



IV.
T’Pah: *in the arboretum-room, sitting on a bench with her eyes closed, listening to the small pond’s noises and breathes*
Terrence: *finds out where T'Pah is via the computer and arrives in the arboretum area to find her* *approaches quietly, knowing she can hear him coming but not wanting to cause a disturbance*
T’Pah: *doesn’t recognise Terrence at once because she’s in a semi-meditative state, but eventually opens her eyes and looks at him* Terrence. *stiffens a bit as if fighting the urge to be at half-attention, but doesn’t get up*
Terrence: *nods to her* Hey T'Pah. Can I join you?
T’Pah: *nods* Of course. *demonstratively slides to the side to indicate he can sit, although there was more than enough space at his side*
Terrence: *sits down next to her and takes up his meditation pose* Thank you. *closes his eyes*
T’Pah: *blinks* I am done meditating. *eyes him curiosly*
Terrence: *opens his eyes again* Oh. Right.
T’Pah: Is something wrong?
Terrence: *grunts* No. You're just all I have left, everyone I care about was taken. So I thought I'd come spend time with you.
T’Pah: *lifts an eyebrow, then nods slowly* It stands to reason that, should our attack prove itself to be effective, we will return to our timeline with all life lost in the last year being restored.
Terrence: Yeah. I hope so. Yeah. *not looking at her, more at the plants around them*
T’Pah: *nods slowly* I hope so, too. *images of Vekal’s body, unable to breathe by itself, and intubation tubes are in her head* *thinks of the missing people*
Terrence: *nods and shifts awkwardly on the bench* Yeah.
T’Pah: *hears him shifting and looks back at him* I believe that, in case the theory about the reversed time is incorrect or our attack fails but we escape, a rescue attempt might be an intended option.
Terrence: *small nod, still not looking at her* I'm mad at you. I shouldn't be and I know why you made your decision, but I still am. Everything I care about is with the Hattans right now, and we're not even trying to help.
T’Pah: *lifts an eyebrow, then nods slowly* I am trying to help in the best way I can. I admit, however, that it is not the direct way and that I relay on an untested, yet likely theory.
Terrence: Yeah. It's fine. I trust you, I'm just...scared. Worried. Zef, Molly, Naara, they're all gone, Morgan, everyone. *staring at the ground*
T’Pah: I am experiencing… doubts, myself. However, I believe that the risk I take by trusting this theory is smaller than the risk for the whole mission to fail if I don’t. While we try to rescue our friends, the Hattans could use their temporal device to get reinforcement from other timelines, or sophisticated technology to track us. *and many more things*
Terrence: *heaves a sigh* I know. I just want them back. And that little guy we just got in Medical, Joseph, I promised him I'd watch out for him. And he got taken, too. *so glum*
T’Pah: *lifts an eyebrow* How did you intend to keep that promise? *short pause, then explains her surprise* If it was to include protecting him from the eventuality of being captured.
Terrence: Well, I meant I'd watch out for him socially and hang out with him and make sure he made friends. But...still.
T’Pah: Understood. If the mission succeeds, you will have plenty of time to do that. Furthermore, you will not have any memory of what happened here, and neither will he have. *or that’s the theory*
Terrence: *looks at her skeptically, but at least he's finally looking at her* You really think we'll just lose all this?
T’Pah: It appears logical. According to a mathematical formula about the space-time continuum that I was shown, it is to be expected that we won’t get caught in a temporal loop. That means our one we return to our timeline, our lives will take a different path. However, since destroying the temporal device will lead to this timeline never having been existed, the logical consequence would be that we return to the point in time we were taken from with no memories whatsoever.
Terrence: Are we not going to be the same people, then? We're going to be erased, too? *uncomfortable*
T’Pah: *nods slowly* But our future selves, who are to lose a full year, seem to think it worth the loss.
Terrence: *sighs* I guess. But I won't even remember talking to Joseph if I lose this time, I didn't speak with him until we'd already been transported through time.
T’Pah: I do not think that it is unlikely for you to talk to him, again, once we are back in our original timeline.
Terrence: *small chuckle* Yeah, I guess.
T’Pah: As a personal plus in my favour, you will forget that you were mad at me, too.
Terrence: *bursts out laughing at that*
T’Pah: *wasn’t entirely sure if saying something like that wasn’t “too early”, but is pleased with that reaction* Do you want to join me to the starboard lounge? It is time for me to get a glass of Vulcan tea before my shift starts in approximately 47 minutes.
Terrence: *wipes his eyes after the laugh, still chuckling a little* Sure, let's, I could use some tea before I go back to Sickbay.
T’Pah: *nods and gets up* Did you get the chance to talk to your counterpart of this timeline?
Terrence: *nods* Yeah. I helped him get his scars removed.
T’Pah: *starts walking towards the starboard lounge* Is tea still his beverage of preference?
Terrence: *snorts* Of course. I don't think there's any version of me who doesn't like tea.
T’Pah: I suppose there is. *and then they walk to the starboard launch for tea and talking some more*



V.
F!Gyles: *is still sitting in the corner of the holding cell, he's kind of content to stay there as long as he can't hurt anyone.*
F!Rorin: *in the meantime he's crept up on different people, meaning he sat with them to talk about whatever, his mood lightened a bit while being with the others though it's all in all one big bunch of gloom in here* *avoided Kelsey, not her fault, but since he and F!Kelsey only just unfriended each other he isn't yet sure how to deal with her :/* *now another matter has drawn his attention and he approaches F!Gyles, coughs quietly so he gets noticed*
F!Gyles: *looks up* *a smile spreads across his face* Rorin... You're alive...
F!/Rorin: Like you, obviously. *small smile, still quite serious, lacking any signs of enthusiasm* *kneels down near him*
F!Gyles: *edges back an inch* Don't get too close, they might make me hurt you...
F!Rorin: Heh. My body may be aching, but I can defend myself. *doesn't look exactly wounded, aside from his skin having a rather greyish unhealthy color and the deep dark circles around his eyes) but from the way he moves one can tell that he's in pain, but coping* I'm not scared of either you or them.
F!Gyles: *looking Rorin over* My god, what have they done to you?
F!Rorin: Perhaps I /should/ ask for a mirror. *grimly amused* Actually I might next time I see one of them.
F!Gyles: *Hangs head* I'm so sorry Rorin, I had no idea... this is all my fault...
F!Rorin: It's not. It's the Hattans fault and theirs alone. They started the war, so they are to blame. *small headshake* Not us.
F!Gyles: But /I'm/ the one who failed, if I hadn't gone on that stupid mission then none of this would be happening... /They/ wouldn't be dead... They took me because my mind could be broken...
F!Rorin: Wrong time, wrong place, Gyles. That's why they took you. *tilts his head, feeling the muscles on the opposite side ache* Also, “if only I hadn't” leads you nowhere, I'm sorry.
F!Gyles: *nods* Right, right, but the question is, now what? They can make me do whatever they want, there's an open doorway straight into my head.
F!Rorin: Apparently, yes. *pause* When they made you do it, what was it like? What were you thinking? *serious, also curiously but no audible reproach*
F!Gyles: I can't.... *staring off trying to remember* I can't... remember... I can almost remember.
F!Rorin: Hmm. *stays quiet for another moment to give him some more time, though it doesn't come unexpected that Gyles can't remember, like he says*
F!Gyles: Rorin... do you know what they did to me? Do you know how they got in my head?
F!Rorin: *headshake* I don't, no, but I'm guessing that it can be broken. Well, I do know about several methods of how to get in someone's head.
F!Gyles: Telepathically? *still misses the point sometimes. sigh*
F!Rorin: That, too. Theoretically. But the Hattans are no telepaths, as far as I can tell and neither am I. So no, I mean psychologically.
F!Gyles: Oh. So how... how did they do it...? *suddenly has a flash of memory from his experience and yells out in terror* Oh god! I remembered! *calming down* Well, some of it anyway...
F!Rorin: *twitches* W-hat? *blinks surprised*
F!Gyles: A- a face... I saw a face, it belongs to a Hattan, he's attaching something to my face... *shakes head* It's like I don't want to remember the rest.
F!Rorin: *exhales relaxing* Suppression. *small smile* Better don't push it right now. Wait until we're out.
F!Gyles: Until... we're out? *looks hopeful* Are we getting out of here?
F!Rorin: Never say never. I'm just saying, better try to keep your trauma buried as deep as you can for as long as we're in here. *also, by the four deities, you startled me!*
F!Gyles: I would help... but I can't be trusted. *stops self* I... will try to keep it contained, though.
F!Rorin: *small shrug* Eh well, would you rather not keep it contained?
F!Gyles: I... don't know, what would be best?
F!Rorin: Does not talking about it bother you? *shifts his posture slightly in search of a more comfortable one*
F!Gyles: I don't know... it's like... there's a piece missing and they can fill it with whatever they want... They must have something in me to send signals though...
F!Rorin: *thinks briefly about it* Hmm, it's likely. But we can't figure it out in here, anyway.
F!Gyles: If you don't mind me asking, is someone still working on rewiring the PADD?
F!Rorin: *raises a brow, quiet for a moment but then gets it* Ah, /that/ PADD. *small headshake* I don't know. What have you been trying to do?
F!Gyles: Kain gave it to me to rewire into a transmitter, maybe try to send a message to the Lina Sophia. *does that help?*
F!Rorin: Do you think they made it?
F!Gyles: I hope they did... *meaning the Lina Sophia*
Future!Roca: *still on the stroll since she parted from her timeline's Kain, seeing Rorin and walking over, but stumbling against him in her dizziness* Uh... *shakes head* That was deliberately.
F!Gyles: *looks up to see Roca* I'm sure. *seeing the dizzy* Are you all right?
F!Rorin: *looks up, a bit startled (not because he didn't see her, but because usually she doesn't walk into him... and that she just did worries him)* I probably deserved the kick, but I'm going to claim my innocence, still.
Future!Roca: *snorts* Your /innocence/ was lost long before you met anyone of us. And, ah. I'm /fine/, Ping-Pong. *a bit wobbly on her legs for a brief moment, but balances it out quickly and grins down at them*
F!Gyles: *draws himself in* You're sure you don't want to sit down?
F!Rorin: *small grin* Guilty as charged. Yes come, sit with us. We were talking about quite interesting things.
Future!Roca: Didn't say that. *to Gyles, sits down on the floor carefully, supporting herself at the wall, groaning* Here we go. What interesting stuff? How the Hattans managed to make you a sleeper, because /that/ really interests me.
F!Gyles: We're trying to figure that out now, in fact... I don't remember much... but I remember a Hattans face. *twitches while he says that*
Future!Roca: That's old news. I remember lots of Hattan faces.
F!Rorin: Far too many, if you ask me. Though I'm still not surprised about the general lack of memory of what exactly happened.
Future!Roca: *shrugs* Hypnosis, maybe.
F!Gyles: I mean... I can clearly see who it was, I think, if I saw him again, I would know. Or something like that. *to Roca* And he was attaching something to my face, I don't think it was that.
F!Rorin: Hm, I've had nodes attached to my forehead more than once. Apparently they have several functions to attack the brain, cranial nerves probably. Could be hypnosis, still.
F!Gyles: Hypnosis... how would that even work?
Future!Roca: You relax your victim out of its head, then you plant stuff into their very subconscious mind via suggestion.
F!Rorin: *nods* Right. What Roca says.
F!Gyles: *tilt of head in confusion* That doesn't sound very Hattan...
Future!Roca: *snorts* No, you're right. Brainwashing doesn't sound Hattan /at all./
F!Rorin: *small nod, grim smile* I just lost a friend to them because of it. I fear it's very Hattan.
F!Gyles: But... then why do I seem to refuse to remember the experience? It's like... I remember that bit, a Hattan was attaching things to my face, not nodes, something heavier, and then it's like I'm afraid of what happened next.
Future!Roca: Ah. *spreads her fingers* Because you're a /sleeper./ You can't act unwittingly if you remember, you know? *like talking to a small child*
F!Rorin: Also, what they did to you may not have been nice. *tilts his head only slightly, for less muscle ache* So your subconscious would rather keep the memory to itself.
F!Gyles: *horrified* What could they possibly have shown me?? What could do that?
Future!Roca: Does it matter? *pitilessly*
F!Rorin: */looks/ at her* Rocaaa... *at F!Gyles* Well, I don't know, but I fear the Hattans are quite good at finding out one's personal fear.
F!Gyles: *quietly* Well whatever it was it matters to me. I want to pay them back. Every. Inch.
Future!Roca: Mh. I can help you with that once we're in a better position to fight back. Aka out of here.
F!Rorin: Yes, I wouldn't mind revenge either. I haven't killed a Hattan in far too long.
F!Gyles: How are we even going to get out though? I'm too much of a liability to do anything, people are being tortured left and right, and we don't have any of our things!
Future!Roca: *to F!Rorin* Don't you /ever/ dare lecturing me about the worth of life again, all right? *then turns back to F!Gyles* Don't set your wits to work, we'll take care of that. Just stay out of the way and follow orders. /Our/ orders.
F!Rorin: *quiet, small brief smirk, gesturing vaguely 'understood' to F!Roca*
F!Gyles: I will try... And... *sighs* If I try to sabotage anything, can you do me a favor?
Future!Roca: If I have a phaser I'll shoot you on stun. If I haven't I'll bust your head. *humourless smile*
F!Gyles: I mean seriously, kill me, it's the only way I'll stop. *deadly serious*
Future!Roca: *bursts out laughing* I'm /pretty/ sure you'll stop if you're only unconscious. Oh by the love of Cardassia, I sound like a Starfleeter!
F!Rorin: *grins* But you're still right.
F!Gyles: I'm too big of a risk to let live of that happens. *nodding*
Future!Roca: We'll get you to one of the surviving counsellors. I'm sure they're dying of boredom, anyway. *since they don't fight, surely they have nothing to do. What even is PTSD?*
F!Rorin: *nods* Don't give up on yourself. If you do, the Hattans win. It's never over until it's over.
F!Gyles: Okay. Okay. *nods, new resolve found* I will keep going, I won't let the Hattans use me as their tool any more.
Future!Roca: *snorts* Good luck.
F!Rorin: *small amused smile* I like the sound of that, anyway.
F!Gyles: *firm nod* Is there a way I can be useful right now?
Future!Roca: Don't get in the way.
F!Rorin: Try to relax now, while you still can.
F!Gyles: Okay. *nodding* I can do those things.
Future!Roca: And try to /remember/ what you tell them if you're asked in. *not very hopeful* *he might already have said all he knows while they were unconscious*
F!Rorin: Well, true. Have you already been questioned? *as far as you know*
F!Gyles: *shake head* No.... I don't think so...
Future!Roca: *shrugs* It doesn't matter. We need to get out.
F!Rorin: Yes, we do. But they've gotten better. *:/*
Future!Roca: *small smile* Yes. Maybe I don't make it this time.
F!Gyles: It doesn't matter, as long as we keep trying, no prison is inescapable. *come on guys, feel the determination!*
Future!Roca: *amused, somewhat surprised snort* Feel the love between us. *points alternatingly from Gyles at herself and back*
F!Rorin: *resists to swallow on Roca's words, merely compresses his lips*
Future!Roca: *turns to F!Rorin* You keep an eye on him? An, ah, third eye? *empathy* *starts slowly getting up on the wall*
F!Rorin: *finds his tongue* Will do, Roca. You know me, I'm nosy.
Future!Roca: Mhm. Let's just hope you're you. *sarcastically once she stands, with a look back at the two of them*
F!Rorin: Heh. As far as I know, I'm me. And I'll see you later.
Future!Roca: And that's not even a lie, whoever you are. See you.
F!Rorin: *small faint smile* See you. *stays with F!Gyles for a little bit and eventually gets up to get some rest and meditation*
Future!Roca: *not really more concerned about F!Rorin than anybody else* *especially not F!Gyles, whose cover blew, and the Hattans know it* *poor guy, hopefully he's still of use for the Hattans* *then again, if they kill him it's evidence there are LS survivors* *walks through the cell*



VI.
Stashed here. Warning: Flagged for torture.



VII.
Joseph: *slumped on the floor near the side of the main cell, drifting in and out of consciousness, too weak to move. the top half of his uniform is folded on the floor next to him, but he's clearly not aware he's no longer in the torture chamber*
F!Rorin: *coincidentally kneeling on the floor close to that spot, meditating, but opens his eyes when he notices a change in his surroundings – a distressed change, alarmed, spots Joseph and sighs quietly: “Officer, status post Hattans” :/* *doesn't get up, just crawls towards him on all fours* It's Rorin, I'm a friend. Do you understand me? *lowered, softened voice*
Joseph: *semiconscious* Ro...rin...? *voice hoarse* *...hallucinating...pain...hurts....*
F!Rorin: *looks Joseph over quickly for a first impression, but can't find any obvious injuries* Mhm, yes. What's your name? *knows his name from his own timeline, I suppose, it's a check-up question* *picks up the top half of Joseph's uniform*
Joseph: *takes a while for the question to register* D...Dover.... *barely audible*
F!Rorin: *narrows eyes, almost doesn't get it, but since he knows Joseph's last name he can guess* Dover. You're back with the other Starfleet officers now. *pauses to let him process* Also, you're lying on the floor. May I help you on a cot?
Joseph: *makes a head movement that could be either a headshake or a nod, presumably a shake* Hurts...too much....
F!Rorin: I know, but the floor is too cold. You're going to cool down and get sick. *the cot isn't open to debate, but one doesn't just touch a torture victim ^^*
Joseph: *still for a long several moments, before making a small nod* *hand twitches weakly, and attempts to get up, but doesn't go well because, weakness*
F!Rorin: *tilts his head slightly, giving him a bit time* Ahh, I'll help you. I'm going to touch you to help you on the cot, all right?
Joseph: *nods weakly, still not speaking* *throat sore from all the screaming*
F!Rorin: Good. Hold still, please. *before moving Joseph anywhere, palpates his upper body quickly and carefully to find out about broken bones or internal injury* I'm examining you briefly, then we go.
Joseph: *hisses, turns into a whimper and tries to shrink away*
F!Rorin: *makes a face, sometimes empathy is more a curse than a blessing* *can't find any bones out of place or bruises, about internal injuries he can't be sure but it's good enough* Shhh, I'm sorry. Soon we're done. *waves someone over to get some help, so he avoids unnecessary rough movements*
Joseph: *painful whimper, wincing*
Loise: *follows Rorin's non-verbal call and tries to help get Dover on a bed*
F!Rorin: *together with Loise carries Joseph to the next best cot, teeth clenched, his body aches as well (though not as much as Joseph's now)*
Joseph: *hisses, but doesn't have the strength to resist* Who...? *motions vaguely to Loise*
Loise: *about as pale as Joe (who, I suppose, looks pale right now ^^) and with her teeth gritted, needs a moment to realise the question* S-Sanders. Loise. *quietly*
F!Rorin: *slightly gasping, to Loise* Thanks. Rorin. *unfolds the uniform part and covers Joseph's upper body, assuming he doesn't feel like getting dressed right now* Clothes. *to explain what kind of cloth is touching him*
Joseph: *nods* Hurts....
Loise: I know. *murmurs, unclear if to Rorin or Joe, except she looks at Rorin when she says it*
F!Rorin: *small nod at Loise (wasn't too sure about her name, so perhaps she wasn't sure about his)* Joseph, can you tell what's hurting the most?
Joseph: *groans* Everything. *voice still hoarse* *vision finally getting somewhat focused*
Loise: *stands at the side and shifts her weight*
F!Rorin: *less gasping, voice lowered and sort of softened* All right, I can imagine. Do you need anything? Or want anything? *aside from proper medical treatment, your freedom and peace of mind that is :/* *to Loise* Are there any unused blankets left?
Loise: *is fighting a panic attack, but it still feels strangely distant and unimportant... unfortunately, fighting it starts to feel the same way* *quick look around while digging her nails into her forearms, then shakes her head* *doesn't care for blankets and just doesn't have the brain for looking for them*
Joseph: *tries getting up, hisses, winces, and gives up that act* Just...ow...*hisses* I don't want to be alone....*small voice*
F!Rorin: *aware that Loise isn't well either, but he's one and they're two* All right, no blankets for now, thanks. Want to sit or-- *looks at Joseph and reaches out for his arm, but doesn't touch him and the gesture isn't meant to seem threatening* Ehh no, lie down, Joseph. You're aren't alone. I can stay.
Loise: *looks around again, spots a blanket and uses the opportunity to flee*
Joseph: *nods* Thank you. *No touchy though*
F!Rorin: *looks where Loise is going, then back at Joseph* No, you're welcome.
Joseph: *nods and rolls over onto his side, drawing his knees up into the fetal position---or, well, kinda. Stiff* *quiet* How did you survive...that?
Loise: *comes back, pushes the blanket into F!Rorin's arms with quite some force and sulks away, thinking to herself that, well, that was strange, but doesn't care at all* *sits down at the wall far enough away from them, hugging her knees*
F!Rorin: *kneels down in front of the cot, clenching his teeth in pain while doing so, exhales afterwards, is just about to reply but gets Loise' blanket first--* Thank you. *raises a brow when she leaves, hesitant for a moment, concerned, eventually sighs resigned and looks back at Joseph* Well, somehow. I'm stubborn. *sorta thrown off course*
Joseph: *weak smile, and what should be a laugh but comes out of a pained wheeze* I'd argue, but....
Future!Roca: *passes F!Rorin and Joe on her way to a cot for the night* Welcome back.
Joseph: *carefully props himself up* Roca...*nods, bags under his eyes, which are still pained*
F!Rorin: *tiredly looks up at F!Roca and gives her a smile, quietly unfolding the blanket*
Future!Roca: /Glinn/ Roca. *melodically* *groaningly sits down at the cot next to theirs because a friendly someone kindly leaves it to her*
Joseph: R-right... *winces in pain, then lays back down as he replies* Sorry for...not sitting up....
F!Rorin: *lifts the blanket as if to cover Joseph, but doesn't; tilts his head slightly, questioning gesture, meaning: do you want it?*
Future!Roca: *snorts* It's all right, I can barely see you, anyway. How are your middle fingers?
Joseph: *nods, reaching out his hand, trembling* *to Roca* Heh...intact. Not so sure about the rest of me, though....
F!Rorin: *helps him covering himself with the blanket, as far as needed/wanted*
Future!Roca: That's the spirit. Will you do me a favour? *lies down, again with one foot on the floor*
Joseph: *nods to Rorin* Thanks. *To Roca* Yeah...? *still talking kind of quiet, but is actually audible now*
F!Rorin: *nods quietly as a reply and keeps quiet, letting them talk*
Future!Roca: Just in case I die here, can you continue the middle finger thing in my name? *closes her eyes, taking a deep breath*
Joseph: *raises his head, slightly* Die...? Don't say that, dammit.
Future!Roca: *breathes in and out* All right. I won't say it again. *amused* But if that what I won't say happens...?
Joseph: *pause, then nods* Yeah. *it clicks* You're poisoned, aren't you...?
Future!Roca: Mhm. You're a clever lad.
F!Rorin: *yes she's poisoned ._.*
Joseph: *weary smirk* I didn't get into Medical...for no reason.
Future!Roca: *gives a laugh* You're a really good doctor if you can diagnose my condition from over there. *perfect, he's recovering*
Joseph: Well...you look like shit. And pale. More than earlier. *has repositioned his uniform top so it's serving as a pillow*
F!Rorin: *sits down on the floor, leaning against Joseph's bed in the most comfortable posture he can find*
Future!Roca: I look like shit, eh? You're the second person today who says that. Careful, soon I'll take it personally. *shivers*
Joseph: *tired yet amused smirk* Who else is...? *trails off*
Future!Roca: My friend Kain. *turns her back to the room, curling up to be warmer*
Joseph: *nods* *to both Roca and Rorin, he doesn't specify which* What all's happened while I was...out....?
Future!Roca: *figures F!Rorin can answer that and concentrates on breathing, keeping her thoughts together*
F!Rorin: *he can* Ahh, not much. I slept for a while, though. Hm, most everyone's back now.
Joseph: *nods* Have we figured out a plan?
Future!Roca: *grunts* No. Any ideas?
F!Rorin: As for me, not yet.
Joseph: *shrugs, then winces when hurts* I'm no tactician, but....
Future!Roca: But? *listening can't hurt*
Joseph: Well...it's a risk, and stupid...but if we can work it so several of us are being tortured at the same time, we'd be the distraction. Then the rest.... *trails off lamely*
Future!Roca: They torture us whenever they want, and we have no way of knowing where the other are. Could always be solitary confinement, too.
Joseph: I never said it was a /good/ idea.
Future!Roca: Just make sure you're ready and quick to follow orders when the time comes.
Joseph: *nod* I will be.
Future!Roca: Go- *is beamed away mid-sentence, finding herself in a cooling chamber* /Hacet!/
Jpseph: *sits up too quickly, sends a jolt of pain along his spine, swears and falls back down* Roca!
F!Rorin: *put his folded arms on the edge of Joseph's cot to rest his head on them, half closed eyes-- opens them and raises his head quickly when Roca is beamed out* *hisses* F'ck-ah, deities!
Joseph: *groans, curling up in the blanket* This day isn't good....
F!Rorin: *sighs heavily, dropping his head* I agree, yes, I agree... *ifyouhurtheryoubastardsI'mgonna-actually no, I'm not going to do anything about it* *frustrated growl*
Joseph: I hope we can get out of here soon. *note of desperation leaks into his voice* *I'm not sure how much more I can take.*
F!Rorin: *looks up, at Joseph* We're trying to get there and don't let them get to us, all right?
Joseph: *long pause, then nod* I know. But it seems so.... *trails off, the beginnings of depress starting to sink in*
F!Rorin: *shifts poster, so he can look at him better* It is never pointless, you hear me? Don't let them win. Don't grant them that satisfaction.
Joseph: *peers out from under his hair* R-right. *eyes show doubt*
F!Rorin: *looking straight at him, firmly but patiently* You didn't let them get to you today, you can stay tough tomorrow. Don't think it's pointless. It's not.
Joseph: *nods slowly* Yeah...I didn't break, that's good. *doesn't sound too motivated, though. But at least he didn't crack into tiny pieces*
F!Rorin: It is, Joseph. It's /very/ good. Each time they can't break you, you achieved /something/.
Joseph: Yeah. *nodnod* But it means they'll come back, doesn't it? That I'll have to have another...conversation.
F!Rorin: Perhaps, yes. But each of those conversations has an end. *admittedly it often seems like the end won't happen*
Joseph: *nod* *And more pain.*
F!Rorin: You should try to sleep. *sighs quietly* I'm aware of how that sounds, but lack of sleep makes more vulnerable.
Joseph: Right...not sure I can sleep after that, but I can try.
F!Rorin: *nods* Okay. I'll stay here. *glances at Roca's empty cot...*
Joseph: *nods, slowly, curls up tighter, and tries to relax for sleep*
F!Rorin: *gets up, hesitates and eventually lies down on Roca's cot (hopefully she'll come and kick him off sometime, I'd be worth it...)*
Joseph: *finally drifts off, his ragged breathing evening out as sleep takes him*