Cellblock Tango Redux

[etcircenses]

The holding facilities have been modified since the last time the prisoners were held there. There are roughly twenty or so holding cells, ten on either side of a long hallway, facing across from one another. The cells themselves are rather spacious, but they've been divided into smaller sub-cells with a forcefield acting as a barrier. Up to four prisoners can be housed in one of these smaller cells.

Those who never made it out of the prison have been branded and are housed in these cells beginning on Friday night. They can verbally communicate with each other, but physical contact is restricted. And remember, your words and actions are under constant surveillance by Peacekeepers.

Those who escaped and were recaptured will be put into cells in this same cellblock. They will not be branded, but instead will be cuffed.

All characters will be occasionally removed from their individual cells and taken elsewhere for interrogation. Some will be injured. Others will not. There does not seem to be much rhyme or reason to who is physically punished and who is not.

The guards are even less friendly than they were before. Now they are armed to the teeth and there are even more of them. There are K9 units posted at either end of the hallway at all times. Privacy is a thing of the past, but at least it's not forever. Right? Right?

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[69problems]

Signless knows there's not really much he can say to comfort his ashmate; that's a moirail's job, and he's once again deeply relieved that Terezi has Meulin for that now. She couldn't be in better hands, and that's one small thing that he can be grateful for through all his own guilt and worry.

What if Fraysong doesn't come back? They all knew going into this that there was a very real chance none of them would, but the idea still makes his stomach turn. It's tempting to curl up in the far corner of his fourth of the cell and sink into self-pity and guilt: it was your fault, you could have done better, you didn't protect them well enough. He knows none of that's true, though. It's no one person's fault that they were caught. Really, it's amazing they lasted six days.

Instead he sits as close to both Terezi and Disciple as he can manage despite the forcefields. They're still together and that has to count for something.

[pythianjudgment]

Terezi is not made of terribly good ideas right now. In fact, she might even go as far as to say that she has nothing but bad ideas running through her head. She wants to scream at their jailers; she wants to beat down the door; she wants to plead with them to bring Kurloz back because he doesn't deserve this. None of the people in this cell deserve this. Except maybe her. She's really not sure anymore.

Meulin's words are the only words in the cell, so it's not difficult to hear them. What is difficult is listening to them. She knows her moirail is right, she can't do anything for him in here, but...

"We have to do something." Her voice is strained, despair and desperation tinting the edges. She gathers herself up enough to push herself to her hands and knees. Her body aches. Ramming that force field again is at the very least not on the top of her list anymore. "We can't just... let them have him. Please."