So it's a sex dungeon. [ Roan looks over, a brow arched high, before he glances around the room again as if seeing it for the first time. ] Suddenly wishing I didn't sit in that chair...
[ yo that's gross.
he and billy actually make a pretty decent team, and the clues are found in fairly quick order. all put together, they're rewarded with a note that lists the final task to be completed in order to unlock the door and escape the room: "preform a sex act with sub in restraints".
for a full minute, the two of them stand staring down at the note, silence engulfing the room, until roan abruptly snatches it from billy's fingers, rips it in two, and tosses it over a shoulder, shaking his head in something like exasperated disgust. clearly not with billy, but the situation itself and what's being asked of them. ]
No. We're not whoring ourselves for them.
[ stalking away, he heads for the window, starting to check around the edges of the panel for any weak spots. it's better than sitting and waiting. ]
he honest to god almost laughed after reading the instructions on the final slip — not because it amuses him or even that he finds it particularly funny but because it is just so... predictable and absurd of this city to demand something like this between two complete strangers.
it also isn't going to happen. not with this guy, anyway. considering how quick to tear up the piece of paper and how adamant roan's refusal is, billy highly doubts he'll be restraining that man any time soon. it wouldn't happen without a fight and, as previously established, he isn't here for one. instead, he is just going to take a seat on the stairs, watching his new acquaintance check out the windows. )
It's okay. ( pushing back the sleeve of his suit jacket, he glances down at the watch on his left wrist. ) Time's almost up. These things never last longer than an hour. We can just wait it out. See what happens. ( maybe they'll find their opening then. ) Besides, those windows are made from bulletproof glass. We can break them with enough force, but it's not worth the wasted energy.
[ no, restraining Roan against his will would not come without a fight, and even if he might lose, it wouldn't end without Billy taking some damage in the process. so it's good he didn't push the issue, but Roan's doubting they'll be done with this room that easily.
at billy's words, he looks back over his shoulder, brows knit as he takes in that information. Sounds stupid. ]
And, what, they'll just let us out? Then what's the point?
[ If they're just going to let them free? Or, what, put them in an easier room? They figured out the clues, he just doesn't want to pay the price for it. Not due to anything being wrong with Billy, the man's plenty attractive, but it's the principle of it. roan pulls one of his swords free, and wedges the edge of it against the break in one panel to the next, against the window frame rather than to glass. ]
I'm not looking at the glass. I'm looking at the fastenings.
[ he wants to outsmart this thing, not beat it to a pulp. someone put this building together, in theory, you should be able to take it apart. ]
( there is always a catch. but if roan wants to try alternative means of escape, billy isn't going to stop him. he doesn't think he'll be getting anywhere with the windows though. not because he doesn't have faith in the man's ability to think outside of the box but rather because the way bullet proof glass is usually installed in infrastructures require either firepower or tools to bypass. )
I don't want to wait it out either, but I already took a look at the windows earlier. They're heavy super impact resistant panels held in place by thick steel beams and, if they're based on normal building codes, the area around the glass should be filled in with concrete. You'll only be giving yourself more work trying to separate it from its frame.
( leaning against the steps, he cranes his neck slightly as he glances back toward the entryway they came through about 49 minutes ago. )
11 minutes. If nothing happens in 11 minutes, we'll figure out another way to leave this room, so why don't you put the sword down and take a seat for now?
[ at that whole speech, roan turns to glance back at billy, brows gradually inching up. there's a lot of words in there he only barely understands, and a lot he has no fucking clue about, but it's fairly clear billy either knows what he's talking about, or is extremely skilled at bullshitting. ]
You know a lot about windows.
[ yeah, okay, he'll give up on the windows. sighing, roan paces back over to where billy's seated, flopping down on the bottom step and leaning his sword against the wall next to him (you don't sit with swords in your belt, it's uncomfortable). 11 minutes.
Roan nearly gets a nap in by the time by the time a timer somewhere dings, and a LIES representative steps out, announcing: ] The Sub may leave, but the Dom must stay until he completes the puzzle with a cooperative Sub. [ Roan's head tilts gradually, and for a moment, it looks like he's considering just tossing his sword like a javelin at this representative's face. he'd love to, he really would. but as proud as he is, roan isn't an idiot. the moment stretches on for an uncomfortable amount of time, Roan not budging from his place on the stairs next to Billy, eyes narrowed. ]
I'm staying. [ he says, finally, and the representative turns, walks out again, and the door locks behind them. somewhere, a clock restarts at an hour, and roan lolls his head back to look at his partner. roan wasn't going to abandon him here for this, maybe for hours, and run off free by himself. so, here we go. what was the request again? restraints? ] How do we do this?
[ billy is, again, dressed in those suits he loves so much, and when roan's eyes drift down to the tie, he smirks for a second, remembering their time in the clothing store. yeah, he's not going to share that love for those things with billy, but hey, at least he looks nice in them. but that may just be about billy and nothing to do with the clothes. who knows.
glancing down at his own clothes, roan sighs out a laugh, giving a self-deprecating shrug. yeah, it looks fucking stupid, but what can you do? they're just clothes, and roan's never been particularly shy about his body. doesn't really bother him much. ]
Not by my choice. [ he explains, while he tugs at the leather belting over his chest holding the arm guard in place. he doubts he's going to have to fight billy here, so fuck it, this thing can come off, telling the story as he works at it. ]
They tell me to go somewhere, I say no, they show up, I kick a few of their asses, one darts me. [ a sedative dart. after fighting him in the intake labs, they learned to bring a tranq gun. ] Then I take a nap and wake up in different clothes.
[ arms out here. welp. such is the price of standing up for yourself. ]
( he wishes he could say that he's surprised, but roan putting up a fight with the staffers is just... very much within his character.
besides, billy can't really imagine him coming here of his own free will, no less picking out that costume for himself. if anything, he would probably show up in full azgeda gear with that huge ass sword by his side. )
Well, ( a beat. ) I'm not complaining.
( his eyes shifts toward the door. ) You don't think this is anoth— ( he cuts off mid-sentence at the sudden alert on his device, his gaze dropping down to the screen. ) I... guess not. ( apparently, they're being more straightforward with their request this time. )
[ it's considerably weirder that he woke up with her sitting on the bed with him, and not attached to the wall on the other side of the room, but here we are anyway. honestly, he doubts he'll ever really understand this woman. ]
Really?
[ he asks her in trig, dry. saying no, the getting knocked out, having it done to you anyway? he did it to her before (well, the knocking her out part) and she woke up to see him, and now it happens to him and he wakes up to see her? either she's being difficult on purpose (which is entirely possible), or she really doesn't get it, and Roan would like to know when that stopped being all she thought about when she saw him. whatever, he's rolling to get his feet on the floor and stand, though it's a little too fast, and a wave of dizziness hits him, Roan reaching out to brace against a wall for a second. ]
[She watches him fumble about and does nothing to help. After all she's been through, she doesn't think she needs to be kind right now. Maybe she should abandon all of herself, because it's apparently what she's destined for. She was the last of her kind, driven to insanity, and now placed in captivity for sex... purposes.]
Don't exert yourself. Careful.
[All right, maybe she couldn't abandon all her kindness.]
[ Roan would hardly think his stature ought to make any difference between his wrongness in being this and the next person's. He'd had his ass handed to him once from a woman smaller than Karen here, and he's hardly weak. Lexa was just skilled beyond competition.
but that's all besides the point, and roan blinks up at her for a blank second or so, trying to process who she is and what she's wanting from him. call it wary habit. but after those first couple seconds, he relaxes, offering a crooked, apologetic smile. yeah, girl, he gets you. this really isn't fun for him, even if he finds this one easier to move in than the suit was. ]
Not at all. You start to wonder why they even bother giving us clothes.
[ this is literally just underwear right now. leather underwear. and some boots. and an... arm thingy. whatever the hell it is. not freaking much, and Karen isn't sport much more than him, poor woman. ]
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BILLY RUSSO, TDM;
So it's a sex dungeon. [ Roan looks over, a brow arched high, before he glances around the room again as if seeing it for the first time. ] Suddenly wishing I didn't sit in that chair...
[ yo that's gross.
he and billy actually make a pretty decent team, and the clues are found in fairly quick order. all put together, they're rewarded with a note that lists the final task to be completed in order to unlock the door and escape the room: "preform a sex act with sub in restraints".
for a full minute, the two of them stand staring down at the note, silence engulfing the room, until roan abruptly snatches it from billy's fingers, rips it in two, and tosses it over a shoulder, shaking his head in something like exasperated disgust. clearly not with billy, but the situation itself and what's being asked of them. ]
No. We're not whoring ourselves for them.
[ stalking away, he heads for the window, starting to check around the edges of the panel for any weak spots. it's better than sitting and waiting. ]
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he honest to god almost laughed after reading the instructions on the final slip — not because it amuses him or even that he finds it particularly funny but because it is just so... predictable and absurd of this city to demand something like this between two complete strangers.
it also isn't going to happen. not with this guy, anyway. considering how quick to tear up the piece of paper and how adamant roan's refusal is, billy highly doubts he'll be restraining that man any time soon. it wouldn't happen without a fight and, as previously established, he isn't here for one. instead, he is just going to take a seat on the stairs, watching his new acquaintance check out the windows. )
It's okay. ( pushing back the sleeve of his suit jacket, he glances down at the watch on his left wrist. ) Time's almost up. These things never last longer than an hour. We can just wait it out. See what happens. ( maybe they'll find their opening then. ) Besides, those windows are made from bulletproof glass. We can break them with enough force, but it's not worth the wasted energy.
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at billy's words, he looks back over his shoulder, brows knit as he takes in that information. Sounds stupid. ]
And, what, they'll just let us out? Then what's the point?
[ If they're just going to let them free? Or, what, put them in an easier room? They figured out the clues, he just doesn't want to pay the price for it. Not due to anything being wrong with Billy, the man's plenty attractive, but it's the principle of it. roan pulls one of his swords free, and wedges the edge of it against the break in one panel to the next, against the window frame rather than to glass. ]
I'm not looking at the glass. I'm looking at the fastenings.
[ he wants to outsmart this thing, not beat it to a pulp. someone put this building together, in theory, you should be able to take it apart. ]
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( there is always a catch. but if roan wants to try alternative means of escape, billy isn't going to stop him. he doesn't think he'll be getting anywhere with the windows though. not because he doesn't have faith in the man's ability to think outside of the box but rather because the way bullet proof glass is usually installed in infrastructures require either firepower or tools to bypass. )
I don't want to wait it out either, but I already took a look at the windows earlier. They're heavy super impact resistant panels held in place by thick steel beams and, if they're based on normal building codes, the area around the glass should be filled in with concrete. You'll only be giving yourself more work trying to separate it from its frame.
( leaning against the steps, he cranes his neck slightly as he glances back toward the entryway they came through about 49 minutes ago. )
11 minutes. If nothing happens in 11 minutes, we'll figure out another way to leave this room, so why don't you put the sword down and take a seat for now?
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You know a lot about windows.
[ yeah, okay, he'll give up on the windows. sighing, roan paces back over to where billy's seated, flopping down on the bottom step and leaning his sword against the wall next to him (you don't sit with swords in your belt, it's uncomfortable). 11 minutes.
Roan nearly gets a nap in by the time by the time a timer somewhere dings, and a LIES representative steps out, announcing: ] The Sub may leave, but the Dom must stay until he completes the puzzle with a cooperative Sub. [ Roan's head tilts gradually, and for a moment, it looks like he's considering just tossing his sword like a javelin at this representative's face. he'd love to, he really would. but as proud as he is, roan isn't an idiot. the moment stretches on for an uncomfortable amount of time, Roan not budging from his place on the stairs next to Billy, eyes narrowed. ]
I'm staying. [ he says, finally, and the representative turns, walks out again, and the door locks behind them. somewhere, a clock restarts at an hour, and roan lolls his head back to look at his partner. roan wasn't going to abandon him here for this, maybe for hours, and run off free by himself. so, here we go. what was the request again? restraints? ] How do we do this?
BILLY RUSSO | CRUISE SHIP;
[ billy is, again, dressed in those suits he loves so much, and when roan's eyes drift down to the tie, he smirks for a second, remembering their time in the clothing store. yeah, he's not going to share that love for those things with billy, but hey, at least he looks nice in them. but that may just be about billy and nothing to do with the clothes. who knows.
glancing down at his own clothes, roan sighs out a laugh, giving a self-deprecating shrug. yeah, it looks fucking stupid, but what can you do? they're just clothes, and roan's never been particularly shy about his body. doesn't really bother him much. ]
Not by my choice. [ he explains, while he tugs at the leather belting over his chest holding the arm guard in place. he doubts he's going to have to fight billy here, so fuck it, this thing can come off, telling the story as he works at it. ]
They tell me to go somewhere, I say no, they show up, I kick a few of their asses, one darts me. [ a sedative dart. after fighting him in the intake labs, they learned to bring a tranq gun. ] Then I take a nap and wake up in different clothes.
[ arms out here. welp. such is the price of standing up for yourself. ]
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besides, billy can't really imagine him coming here of his own free will, no less picking out that costume for himself. if anything, he would probably show up in full azgeda gear with that huge ass sword by his side. )
Well, ( a beat. ) I'm not complaining.
( his eyes shifts toward the door. ) You don't think this is anoth— ( he cuts off mid-sentence at the sudden alert on his device, his gaze dropping down to the screen. ) I... guess not. ( apparently, they're being more straightforward with their request this time. )
LUNA | CRUISE SHIP;
[ it's considerably weirder that he woke up with her sitting on the bed with him, and not attached to the wall on the other side of the room, but here we are anyway. honestly, he doubts he'll ever really understand this woman. ]
Really?
[ he asks her in trig, dry. saying no, the getting knocked out, having it done to you anyway? he did it to her before (well, the knocking her out part) and she woke up to see him, and now it happens to him and he wakes up to see her? either she's being difficult on purpose (which is entirely possible), or she really doesn't get it, and Roan would like to know when that stopped being all she thought about when she saw him. whatever, he's rolling to get his feet on the floor and stand, though it's a little too fast, and a wave of dizziness hits him, Roan reaching out to brace against a wall for a second. ]
Forget it. I don't mind skipping the tirade.
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[She watches him fumble about and does nothing to help. After all she's been through, she doesn't think she needs to be kind right now. Maybe she should abandon all of herself, because it's apparently what she's destined for. She was the last of her kind, driven to insanity, and now placed in captivity for sex... purposes.]
Don't exert yourself. Careful.
[All right, maybe she couldn't abandon all her kindness.]
KAREN PAGE | CRUISE SHIP;
but that's all besides the point, and roan blinks up at her for a blank second or so, trying to process who she is and what she's wanting from him. call it wary habit. but after those first couple seconds, he relaxes, offering a crooked, apologetic smile. yeah, girl, he gets you. this really isn't fun for him, even if he finds this one easier to move in than the suit was. ]
Not at all. You start to wonder why they even bother giving us clothes.
[ this is literally just underwear right now. leather underwear. and some boots. and an... arm thingy. whatever the hell it is. not freaking much, and Karen isn't sport much more than him, poor woman. ]