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[wantsakitteh]

[Inside some cell, he's unlacing his boots. His face isn't holding the usual happy-go-lucky, expressive facade, but he looks pensive, and somewhat serious.

Well, at least he isn't drugged or beaten up...

...yet.

So he unlaces them boots, voice a monotone, a contrast from the content of what he sings:]

Heyyyy, Macarena...

[smokingrockstar]

[ What the--

Maude looks over her shoulder, as if she could see him through the white walls of her cell, but she doesn't need to see Andel to know it's him.

She knocks on the wall. Morse code - the renewed code that both of them made up while bored. What are you doing here? ]

[wantsakitteh]

[The code catches him by surprise, but then again, not too much. He stands up, sits by the wall where the knocks come from, back to it.]

I. HAVE. NO. CLUE.

YOU?

[smokingrockstar]

[ She knew she was right, the cocky thing. She could recognize his cat-scratching singing voice anywhere.

DRIVER., and she pauses. DID. HE. GET. YOU. TOO. ]

[wantsakitteh]

[He frowns, takes some time processing this information, but his face is not too deep, not too surprised, and the time spent isn't too long.]

WOKE. UP. HERE.

[smokingrockstar]

Great.

[ She groans and rubs her forehead, looking around this place. At least he hadn't face the goddamn traitor. She knocks on the walls again.

ARE. YOU. HURT. ]

[wantsakitteh]

[ Aw, Maudey. So concerned. She should know better.

But she hadn't been given a reason to know better, anyway. It's only natural.]

NO.

[A beat.]

ARE. YOU?

[smokingrockstar]

[ She is actually, but he can't see her - nor hear her, nor anything - so she's just knocking back. NO.

DO. YOU. HAVE. A. PLAN. TO. GET. US. OUT. YOU. DICK. MUNCHER. ]

[wantsakitteh]

[He can't help a little smirk that looks like acid for a second before it blends into neutral good.]

YUMMY. DICKS.

I. AM. GOING. TO. TAKE. MY. BOOTS. OFF. AND. INTOXICATE. EVERYONE.

[...well, only a third of a truth, anyway]

[smokingrockstar]

[ She laughs in her cell as she translates the knocks in her head. She wishes Andel wasn't here, wishes he was safe and home, but a part of her is glad that he's around. She would never confess to it, but she definitely sees him as a hope-lifter.

GOOD. BOY.

But she is trying to think up a plan. ]

[wantsakitteh]

[The smile only lingers in his eyes but his head is whirling behind them. Too many questions, too many possibilities.

As for plans, he was experienced enough to wait, and see how things were going.

They caught him. They didn't kill him. Driver. That gives him a few ideas.

So he's wrapping the strings that were once tying his boots around his wrists, loosely knotted.

A few more knocks after he's done.

WOOF]

[smokingrockstar]

[ Really, only these two would make up a new Morse code to include woof in it.

WOOF. BACK. AT. YOU.

But, just like him, she's brainstorming ideas. But it's a little hard with all the people watching over her every time she's escorted for medical exams and prodding and shit. And it gets fucking tiring. ]

[wantsakitteh]

[A few more knocks. With a vague meaning.]

HOW. LONG.

[smokingrockstar]

[ She doesn't know if he means how long she's been here, but in truth, she has lost notion of time. However, she does knock back.

SOMEONE. COMING. TRY. TO. SPY. ON. ]

[wantsakitteh]

[He looks around like a fox that's heard a bigger predator around. So he stands up, grabs a nearby chair, and stands on it next to the door frame, resting his ear on the upper part of it.

Physics and sound and a lot of experience]

[smokingrockstar]

[ Aren't you Mr. Spyman? SHE WOULD BE PROUD. ]