cactusy: (basically a clenched fist with hair)

audio; 10/17, morning

[personal profile] cactusy 2023-10-19 02:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[Shaw makes a small noise of frustration and distress, but says nothing more.]
cactusy: (swinging by the infirmary)

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[personal profile] cactusy 2023-10-20 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes."

She blinks at him dully from her position on the floor next to the bed. Her hands are cuffed together with a set of complicated-looking padded restraints, which are in turn cuffed to the bedframe; she has enough freedom of movement to move up and down off the bed, but that's about it.

"I'm always kinda out of touch with reality here, but it's. Worse. Right now. I felt the chip in my head."
cactusy: (well)

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[personal profile] cactusy 2023-10-20 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
She nods faintly.

"Can you use that to look into my head to find the chip?"
cactusy: (dammit‚ she's clearly a Terminator)

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[personal profile] cactusy 2023-10-20 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
"The second thing."

Her eyes drift shut.

"I'm being a less-than-optimal warden to my inmate. I'm harming my wife emotionally."

She is so tired.