[Locked] And that's just one small fraction of the main attraction....

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[[Takes place after this thread. Backdated to sometime Saturday morning/afternoon.]]

Sark wakes up with a pounding headache and feeling very much like he was hit by a car. It takes him a few moments to remember that he actually was hit by a car- or a minivan, rather- and whatever hope he'd managed to dredge up that maybe this was another lesson in

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Katja has been spying on him. Well, sort of; there are cameras in the cells, and she's been watching those while she writes notes on her latest ideas and surfs through the O's files on Sark already. She was elated, but not really surprised, to find they already had some files on him -- and also to learn what his name was, because wasn't that just hilarious and why didn't she look that up sooner anyway

[sarkraticmethod]

No one should ever make that much noise in ballet slippers, which Sark is only noticing because the ballet slippers happen to be very close to where his head is when he tilts it back to see who has just clambered down that hallway like a maniac.

Honestly, the answer to that should have been clear without looking. This is an upside-down look of pure hatred, Katja. He has nothing to say to that, because most of what he wants to say has less snark and a lot of strongly worded threats and statements about what she can do with that box.

And he's really tired of people having files on him. For someone who doesn't even exist in this universe, a lot of people seem to have those. It's annoying.

"I'm almost afraid to ask, because the last time I asked this of someone, I wasn't fond of the answer, but..." He rolls over onto his stomach with a wince and gets to his feet. "Is there any point to this or are you really just that bored?"

It's a valid question. People keep trying to torture him. He'd at least like them to give him a valid reason

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Katja makes little happy scrabbling motions against the sides of the box, her fingernails scraping along the wood audibly. "Actually, this time it's just boredom. I spent a long time not doing anything but come up with new and interesting ways to make people uncomfortable last week and now that I'm not dead I'm dying to try them out on someone. And who better than the first stoic acquaintance I hit with my borrowed car

[sarkraticmethod]

Of course.

There's probably a certain level of emotion that ought to be felt in circumstances, if not actively displayed, but Sark can't even manage to dredge up any of them. Short of Katja pulling a live cobra out of that box, he's not really certain that anything she could do to him is really going to get much of a fear response out of him.

She's not Clark or Thane and when you've come up against the likes of them, one irritating redhead with a stupid box doesn't seem that terrifying. Hell, she's not even trying to break him. He's a guinea pig- a test subject. It would be hilarious if he didn't like not having his insides subjected to whatever the hell she has in mind.

...When she pulls out the gummi bears, he almost laughs. He does not care that she just ate one. That really doesn't mean anything.

"I think not," he says, completely stoic.