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[piacularis]

Who among you has experienced one of these “simulations” before?

[that’s right - no introduction or pleasantries, mello just cuts right to what he wants to know. he’s not here to make friends, just collect whatever information he can - which shouldn’t be too hard, he thinks. people typically enjoy talking about themselves.]

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[oinks]

These people don't strike me as very smart to begin with.

(Chalk it up to this entire situation, maybe.)

travistouchdowncrownlessking

[rank1]

Hey now, no need to be a bitch.

[oinks]

(Aww.) That one hit a little too close to home for you?

[rank1]

Nah.

[Yes. Kinda.]

Most idiots don't bother trying to pull a fast one on people. And here you are, taking a cheap shot at them for something they didn't even do!

[oinks]

(Ha ha it so did.) *You're* the one who called them idiots, not me.

Besides, didn't you get the fucking memo? We don't have any power, here. We can't take shots at anybody

[rank1]

[Travis Touchdown, total moron.]

I just said what you were thinking.

Since when do you need power to take a shot at someone?

[oinks]

You don't know shit about what I'm thinking.

Since solitary didn't suit me, that's when. You think I'm going to give them an excuse to leave me to rot down there?

[rank1]

You're a feisty one, huh.

No warden here has the balls to let anyone die. Worst case scenario you're slipping a disc because one of them gets too handsy, easy. You seriously letting them control you with fear?

[oinks]

Go fuck yourself.

(And because she's all too aware of this being a conversation, held in public,) Of course I am. Don't you want to be let out?

[rank1]

I’m feeling it out. But even if I go for it, I’m not gonna let solitary stop me for shit.

[oinks]

(Apropos of nothing,) Do you know what it looks like when somebody is trapped in a small, dark room and left there to rot? What starving to death does to the human body?

[rank1]

[He almost makes a crude joke, but he holds back. Not to be polite or anything like that, but because on second thought, this is a hair too close to home.]

That what you're in for?

[oinks]

(Like it doesn't still hurt to think about Adam, dying, clawing at the walls in the dark:) That's one thing I'm in for.

[rank1]

Holy fuck. That's real fucking twisted.

What else?

[oinks]

We gave him a choice. He didn't want to survive. (Not true. The key that Amanda placed on his chest, the water that shouldn't have been in the bath; she fucked it up, he couldn't have escaped. Her dreams are still scored by his echoing screams.

She hates thinking about it, hates that he asks what else? like she owes him anything more.)

Fucking your mother and not calling her.

[rank1]

Yeah? Huge fucking offense. My mom deserved a better time than that.

You're weak anyway. I wouldn't kill someone who wanted to die. It takes the whole point out of fighting.

[oinks]

I only give as good as I get.

(Vulgarity, a distraction from how furious being called weak makes her.) I'll dumb it down enough so you can fucking get it: it's not that he wanted to die, just that he didn't fight hard enough to live.

[rank1]

You think someone who has already given up is going to suddenly fight harder to live because you give them the lotion-on-the-skin treatment? Bullshit. Someone like that is just gonna live in despair. Everyone who survives that shit lives a half-life.

[piacularis]

[fair enough, and mello doesn't really disagree. when you're an actual genius, most people are not very smart, comparatively speaking.]

I haven't had enough time to make a thorough assessment yet. Care to share your findings?

[oinks]

I've only been here a little longer than you have.

(Very little to report.) What kind of findings are you after?

[piacularis]

Anything worth noting. Patterns, anomalies, that sort of thing. [and because he's been following along with her exchange with travis:] Who, if anyone, is an actual threat here, rather than simply blowing hot air.