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Characters: The Handmaid and YOU
Setting: Fourth floor!
Format: Action
Summary: The Handmaid is not taking very well to being trapped.
Warnings: None?

[When she first wakes up, for a split second, she thinks she's done something wrong and this is English's way of punishing her. Paralyzing her is certainly his style, but taking away her clothes and belongings is not. So she's wary. When she finds the trunk with all of her belongings carefully stowed away, even more alarm bells go off, and when she can't use her majyyks to turn back time to a point before she was here, she is enraged.

So she explores the castle, stalking the halls with a surly look on her face and her wands clutched tightly in her hands. The first floor she finds with an opening to the outside world somehow neutralizes her flying abilities, and by the time she makes it to the fourth floor with its glass walls, she is seething. It's bringing back memories of her time in Doc Scratch's care, and her first instinct is to shatter the windows with her majyyks.

Of course, that doesn't work.]

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Call me whatever you want.

Is there anything that people usually call you? [He's bemused. Don't think he won't make something up]

The Handmaid. Or a demon.

[SHE HATES BOTH OF THOSE TITLES OKAY.]

[Okay...Signless cocks his head with curiosity, frowning] Well, you don't look like a demon to me. No more than any other troll, anyway. And you don't strike me as the handmaid type, either, to be honest. Way more badass.

[She just side-eyes him suspiciously. Compliments? She has never been complimented in her life.]

[He's used to suspicious, damaged creatures, and doesn't smile or try to push. He knows she's confused, but that's okay. Maybe he can earn her trust.]

So I guess when you decide what you want me to call you, just let me know.

Fine.

[Nope! There's no way she's going to be swayed by you, Signless!]

What do you know about this place?

[Give him time. He's as stubborn as a hoofbeast]

A few things. While they claim to be bringing us here to rescue us from doomed worlds, that doesn't make any fucking sense. Do you know about the game?

[He's got her attention now. She crosses her arms.]

Yes.

[Interesting]

There's a girl here who's from the first time we played. There was a scratch, and then our universe was created. Clearly, her universe wasn't destroyed by the same disaster that the people here claim has happened to all of ours, but scratched and reset, or I wouldn't exist. Furthermore, the wrigglers here are from a thousand sweeps in my future. If my world is doomed, why rescue us? We'd be dead and gone centuries before the disaster. It's all a fucking lie, meant to pacify us while they perform experiments on us, which they have already begun doing.

[She pauses, clearly considering whether or not to share her information with him. But it might be the only way out of here, right?]

Alternia was long gone when I was a wriggler. Our descendants had already begun their session.

Even more time shenanigans, then. [He gives her a long, curious look, but he's not sure he wants to know what happened. He nods] So it all adds up to it not making sense, like I said. And also, why experiment on us if this is supposed to be a rescue? It's clearly not.

[She crosses her arms.]

They've experimented on all of you?

Some more than others. [He grimaces] A few weeks ago a massive experiment occurred. Six of us were taken, including my moirail, and disfigured horrifically. During the same period, we all experienced symptoms, such as paranoia or hallucinations. It became so bad that the people with the symptoms attacked the other victims and killed them. Then the victims were returned, back to normal.

[She scowls.]

What did you do?

[An answering scowl. What's she implying?] I protected Psi as long as I could, but I got paranoid, and... [His eyes flicker away and down for a moment] I didn't kill him, but he ran and someone else got him later. I don't know why they ended the experiment, though. I guess they had what they needed.

[That wasn't what she was implying.]

I mean what did you do to the people who experimented on you?

Nothing yet. [His scowl deepens with frustration] I'm trying to find a way to get at them.

[She falls silent for a long moment, studying him.]

Who else is helping you?

Quite a few people. [He crooks a grin] A bunch of aliens and troll wrigglers, and Psiioniic, of course, and I've made a deal with the Condesce as well.

And...you, I hope?

[She stares at him incredulously.]

The Condesce?

[This is why it was never hard to incite riots. They all have a death wish anyway.]

[He rolls his eyes] This is a small place. I find myself with the support of a large number of the trolls in this place, and a few others. But the ones that don't support me are violently - and murderously - against me, and support her.

The Condesce and I made a deal, that we'd work together for this mutually beneficial goal of getting our nubs the fuck out of this hellhole. Then we can go back to being mortal enemies. [He spreads his hands and shrugs] I fully expect an assassination attempt at any moment.

[She wonders if he knows what he's going back to, and decides it doesn't matter. He gets a scowl.]

I'll help.

[He smiles] Glad to have you on board.

What's your plan?

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