collaborative_daredevil | Slavery RP Post XVIII

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This post is for prompts that focus on crossovers between various slavery AUs, with the crossover wizards.

Please put the use name of your slave Matt in the subject line of your comment eg. "Feral: Fuck or 'die' AGAIN!"

I'll move a couple of prompts over to start us off, but feel free to ignore them and put your own.

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From: (Anonymous)

He grinned, keeping a safe distance at first and acting somewhat skittish, not knowing how Joy was going to react to him.

He'd left (escaped?) the clinic while still drugged after the whole crazy subway thing with Golubushka, finding it easier to hide and recover alone.

"I'm well," he said evasively. "How are you? Recovering?" he asked, far more worried about her.

From: (Anonymous)

"I'm recovering," she said brightly. "I am--I don't even need the CPAP machine sometimes at night, and the PT is letting me walk half a mile total in the sessions. With breaks, but that's better than before. And now they're FINALLY letting me outside," she said pointedly.

From: (Anonymous)

Ward smiled brightly, "That's really good to hear. And I just happen to be headed in the same direction," he said mock, casually. "Weird, eh?" he teased, intending to follow so long as he felt it was safe.

From: (Anonymous)

"Weird coincidence," she agreed, and then smiled mischievously. "Do you want to hear how two residents got suspended because of me?"

From: (Anonymous)

He raised his eyebrows and turned, walking backward so that he could pretend to look at her while they talked. He'd been practicing seeming sighted more lately and it was good to practice. Not like he needed to see where he was going, hahah. "Tell all..." he prompted happily.

From: (Anonymous)

"Well one night I heard a strange...rattling...noise in my sleep, and so I woke up, but I didn't open my eyes yet," she explained, leaning forwards. "And then a strange..whispery sound, like clothes against other clothes...a fevered whisper from one person to another, and then moans..shrieks..screams like a small child...and then I slowly, carefully, peeked through one eye..." she held the suspense out, "And I saw Dr Ross and Dr Amalia having...carnal relations in my room, on the table in the corner."

From: (Anonymous)

He made a sour face. "Gross. Why in your room? Aren't there closets or bathrooms for that kind of thing?"

From: (Anonymous)

"Apparently, because the closets have motion sensor activated cameras, they thought they wouldn't get caught if they did it in my room when one was supposed to be monitoring me," she said darkly. "Now they're suspended."

From: (Anonymous)

He grinned a little, "Unless that's something you enjoy watching..." he said suggestively, laughing a little.

From: (Anonymous)

She burst into giggles. "People having sex just look stupid and kind of ugly, and these doctors were pretty funny. I just wish they hadn't woken me up, it was a little freaky there."

From: (Anonymous)

He scrunched up his face, "Did you let them finish or did you scream for help?" he shook his head in disgust. "Obviously there's people out there who like it, but ugh. I've never enjoyed it, its messy and painful and," he shrugged. "Why would anyone do it for fun?"

From: (Anonymous)

"I stared at them until they noticed and got all shrieky and I pulled off the heart monitor to get more nurses in," she explained, a mischievous smile. "If you do that, the heart machine thinks you're dying and it always sends people into the room."

She blinked at his last statement. "I think it can be fun," she said with a shrug. "With the right person, in the right place. And I've seen people have a great deal of fun with it. Sometimes lots at once."

From: (Anonymous)

"Maybe for the person doing it to the other, but I wouldn't want to hurt someone like that just for fun," he reasoned and as he walked backwards deftly stepped to the side to avoid bumping into a pedestrian.

From: (Anonymous)

"I don't think you have to hurt someone to be having fun like that," she said a little carefully. "I've seen it where nobody gets hurt. Besides, you're not stupid, you wouldn't use yogurt or do dumb things like that."

From: (Anonymous)

He huffed, finding that hard to believe. Sex was about asserting power over another person; power was about causing pain. He wasn't even sure what the yogurt was about.

He avoided a bump in the cement, still cautious of everything and everyone around him.

He pulled a box of chocolate candies out of his pocket and ate a few before offering some to Raspberry. "Want some? What are they called? They're really good." He'd found them on a bus bench, obviously left behind accidentally.

From: (Anonymous)

"Ooh, chocolate salami," she said brightly, taking one and letting it melt in her mouth. "These are totally delicious."

From: (Anonymous)

"Chocolate Salami?" he asked incredulously. he'd never heard of a candy called that. "Are you messing with me?"

From: (Anonymous)

"I'm not!" she protested. "It's called that because--you know how salami is made up of different meats and cuts and things and fat and then rolled in casing? And cured? This is called chocolate salami because it's lots of different chocolates and flavors and cocoa butter and nibs and stuff rolled in the wafer shell and left to dry and harden and then cut up and sold. Chocolate salami. I had it once, when the FBI people were still interested in me and weren't told to go away by the hospital."

From: (Anonymous)

he scrunched up his face, he did trust her, but she could be joking. He ran his fingers over the candy box but it was smooth, whatever was printed on it was beyond his abilities.

Did it really matter?

"Do you like them?" he asked instead and popped another in his mouth.

He tentatively offered the box to Nurse Joy as well. He missed her, and was sad that he'd messed things up back in the clinic when he'd not trusted her.

But why did people also want him to trust them? To put his faith in them, when he knew how easy it would be for them to turn around and hurt him instead? Why was forcing him to submit always part of the equasion?

From: (Anonymous)

"They're delicious," she said. "There's dried fruit in here too, it tastes so good. There were weeks when I could only have liquids," she said with a small, teasing glare at the nurse.

"Thank you, Ward," Joy said, taking one and immediately popping it in her mouth. "This is very good." She made sure to smile at him when she talked--he could hear the tone in her voice, probably.

From: (Anonymous)

He grinned, "You're welcome," he said but kept his distance.

He knew he looked rough, that he hadn't shaved in quite a while (since the clinic), and that his clothes were ripped and dirty. He probably looked like any other homeless person.

"You have security following?" he asked.

From: (Anonymous)

"We do," Joy said, while Raspberry looked profoundly uncomfortable, "But they won't hurt you--they know hurting a patient of mine would make me very angry indeed," she said a little jokingly, mostly seriously. "Are you getting enough food, Ward?"

From: (Anonymous)

It was better that it was security than someone out to hurt Raspberry again. "How do they know im not someone they should go after?" he asked. he popped another candy in his mouth. "I have food." Food was fairly simple to find here, everyone was rich and threw lots of things away. Like the candy. It was things that required money or favors that were more complicated to get a hold of.

From: (Anonymous)

"Because I'm still talking to you," Joy explained, and Raspberry nodded. "They hired good ones, to watch before acting," she added. "I'm okay, I just don't like that we need them right now."

From: (Anonymous)

he scratched the back of his neck nervously. "And they wont try to make me come back to the clinic?" he asked uncertainly.

he wasn't ready to go back for a check up yet. What was what he thought of it as when he started feeling poorly or got into somekind of trouble and needed better shelter.

he tapped his fingers nervously against his leg. knowing they were being watched made him want to run but he also wanted to visit Raspberry.

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