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[Will felt himself coming out of sleep, it seemend like it had been so long since he was concious. Droning was something he would never get used to, it was like a bad hangover times ten. He let out a sleepy moan and rubbed his eyes before they opened. This didn't look familar at all. Where was he? He sat up and started looking around and that is when he noticed a woman in bed next to him...WAIT WHAT?! What did he do while he was out?]
From: [identity profile] timessionaire.livejournal.com
[Just as he notices her, she'll stir from her sleep, finally feeling that odd unnatural thing called 'comfort' from sleeping with a lack of outer clothing.]

Date: 2011-09-10 01:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bustsamove.livejournal.com
[He's still in a bit shock when she stirs in her sleep. The sheet moves slightly and that is when he realizes she's not really...wearing any clothes. He lets out a little yell of surprise and then cups his hand over his mouth. Oh crap, did she wake up? He really hopes she didn't wake up. What is going on?!?!]

Date: 2011-09-10 02:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timessionaire.livejournal.com
[she'll finally awaken, to rub her eyes and well. see him.

Oh. It's the drone husband. Except why is he looking so surprised?]

Hi? [still... painfully oblivious of her lack of clothing for now.]

Date: 2011-09-10 02:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bustsamove.livejournal.com
[OH, she's awake. Maybe you shouldn't stand there with your mouth hanging open Will.]

Oh, uh, Hi?
Um, I don't think we've met.

Date: 2011-09-10 02:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timessionaire.livejournal.com
[Oh. Look, he's not a mindless idiot any more.]

Oh, not yet! So... you're not droned any more?

Date: 2011-09-12 03:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bustsamove.livejournal.com
I guess not. Do you know how long I was out of it?

[he pauses and then remembers his manners]

I'm Will.

Date: 2011-09-14 12:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timessionaire.livejournal.com
I'm Suzu--ha?... [for once, she looks around a little and realizes for the first time that she's no longer in the same room she went to sleep in. And that she's practically naked save for her underwear right now. Whoops.]

... What did you do? [her eyes will narrow. Because that's the most natural conclusion to come to when you just so happen to stop being droned when she's suddenly in a whole new place and naked.]

Date: 2011-09-14 05:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bustsamove.livejournal.com
I mean, I don't think I did anything. I just woke up, I don't even know how long I was droned. I'm really sorry.

[and now he just puts his hand over his eyes.]

Date: 2011-09-14 05:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timessionaire.livejournal.com
Well... [her expression softens a little. He does look genuinely confused about all of this.] You've been droned the whole time I was here. Until now, of course. Maybe you should ask Ranma how long it's been.

[except... where is she?]

Date: 2011-09-14 07:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bustsamove.livejournal.com
How long have you been here? At least that will give me a starting point.
It's probably a good idea to ask Ranma though, you're right.

Um, let me know when you're dressed. I won't look without an all clear.

Date: 2011-09-15 12:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timessionaire.livejournal.com
For almost a month now.

[just a nod, then she'll look around for clothes... Except there's none. Just the lingerie she's wearing right now.] There aren't any clothes here, though. [but she'll settle with being as she is; being a soldier means she's not particularly affected by being seen in only her lingerie~]

Date: 2011-09-15 05:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bustsamove.livejournal.com
A month?! No wonder I feel like I don't remember anything.

[noooo, don't settle. He's really awkward. He's still sitting there with his hand over his eyes.]

Maybe there's a robe in the closet, or a towel in the bathroom? Do you want to use the blanket off the bed?

Date: 2011-09-15 05:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timessionaire.livejournal.com
Ehh... I think the blanket will do, thanks.

Date: 2011-09-16 05:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bustsamove.livejournal.com
[he hold the blanket out from off the bed and then he realizes something...he too is just in his underwear.]

oh...I guess I'll go find a towel or something.

Date: 2011-09-17 12:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timessionaire.livejournal.com
Yeah... You do that. [just going to wrap that blanket around here and look around; the only few noticeable exits from the room are the door and the windows - but since they were brought here, Suzuha sincerely doubts whoever put them in here in the first place would easily let them escape. Or there could be a trap laid when the door is opened...

No matter, she's just going to move over to the door and try to open it... Only to find it locked.]
Looks like we're stuck here.

Date: 2011-09-17 05:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bustsamove.livejournal.com
[he finally puts his hand down when he knows she's got the blanket and gets up to look in the bathroom for a towel or something. He hears her from outside]


Date: 2011-09-17 10:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timessionaire.livejournal.com
Yeah. The doors are locked, and the windows are all sealed as well. [just going to go to the bed to plop herself back on it~]

Date: 2011-09-18 05:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bustsamove.livejournal.com
[he's going to walk out of the bathroom now. He managed to find a towel and has it wrapped around his waist, not that it really covers much more than the boxers but hey...]

I guess I should be more concerned, but after some of the other stuff I've been through here being locked in a room isn't so bad.

Date: 2011-09-18 08:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timessionaire.livejournal.com
Well, how long do you think we'll be stuck in here then?

... Or do they want us to do something before they let us out?

Date: 2011-09-19 04:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bustsamove.livejournal.com
I'm really not sure. Usually things just end eventually and everything goes back to normal...well as normal as you want to call things here.

Date: 2011-09-20 12:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timessionaire.livejournal.com
Well... At least we have food here. [looks over there.]

[... hmm... wine, huh.]

Date: 2011-09-21 04:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bustsamove.livejournal.com
[stomach growwwwwl]
Ah...hahahaha sorry.
I guess I'm a little hungry, at least that won't be a problem.

Date: 2011-09-22 08:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bustsamove.livejournal.com
Well, after you then?
[he motions towards the food. They may as well eat it]

Date: 2011-09-23 12:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timessionaire.livejournal.com
Ah, right! [going to go right to sitting down at the table where the meal is]

[it's a little odd to be sitting down at a romantic dinner like this...

And in such strange attire, too.]

Date: 2011-09-27 04:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bustsamove.livejournal.com
[he waits until she has her plate and starts make his. This was a pretty nice dinner, steak? He hadn't had that since he got here...not that he had it much at home either. He took a bite, didn't taste like it was poisoned or spoiled or filled with razor blades.]

It's pretty good huh? I was a little nervous honestly.

Date: 2011-09-27 12:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timessionaire.livejournal.com
[she takes a reasonably small piece of meat to test it, as well.] I know, right? With the tainted milk, there could have been anything inside the food!

Date: 2011-10-05 03:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bustsamove.livejournal.com
Tainted milk?

[he was out of it for that part]

The last thing I remember out of the ordinary was the letters. You weren't here for that though, which is probably good.

Date: 2011-10-06 02:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timessionaire.livejournal.com
Yeah, we had to drink the milk for a week... There were all sorts of things inside. Poison, razor blades, spiders... [she shivers a little, as she trails off.]

The letters? What was that about?

Date: 2011-10-11 10:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bustsamove.livejournal.com
[his face gets really serious now, it's serious time]

The census sent a lot of the towns people letters instructing them to murder people to keep the population down. It was the first time I died here, trying to make sure someone was safe.


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