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Day: 82
Characters: Ianto (readystopwatch), Abel (mindwiped), Bosco (5_5david), and Chase (no_afterword)
Summary: Writing therapy! This can only end well.
When: Second recreational block
Where: Group therapy room.
Status: Closed; incomplete.
A group therapy couldn't have been that difficult, he'd always thought. It was easy to control one person; multiple were a little more problematic, but he'd seen wars - had participated in numerous. He was natural leader material. He'd never concerned himself with control before, given that it was absolutely guaranteed that he would always have it. Even here, in this ridiculous frozen hell, he had absolute control over everything.
... well. So long as there were no repeats from certain other therapies.
The patients involved were dangerous, or at least two of them were. There would be guards posted outside the door, waiting for the slightest sound or signal before bursting through the door armed with sedatives and straitjackets. Chase didn't intend to have them so much as stir from their posts. He could take care of rowdy patients, should the need arise. Besides, how furious could a writing therapy become?
The paper was ready; the pencils, as dangerous as they could become in the right hands, as well. Chase idly twirled one between his fingers as he waited for the three to arrive, eyes fixed on the door.
Characters: Ianto (readystopwatch), Abel (mindwiped), Bosco (5_5david), and Chase (no_afterword)
Summary: Writing therapy! This can only end well.
When: Second recreational block
Where: Group therapy room.
Status: Closed; incomplete.
A group therapy couldn't have been that difficult, he'd always thought. It was easy to control one person; multiple were a little more problematic, but he'd seen wars - had participated in numerous. He was natural leader material. He'd never concerned himself with control before, given that it was absolutely guaranteed that he would always have it. Even here, in this ridiculous frozen hell, he had absolute control over everything.
... well. So long as there were no repeats from certain other therapies.
The patients involved were dangerous, or at least two of them were. There would be guards posted outside the door, waiting for the slightest sound or signal before bursting through the door armed with sedatives and straitjackets. Chase didn't intend to have them so much as stir from their posts. He could take care of rowdy patients, should the need arise. Besides, how furious could a writing therapy become?
The paper was ready; the pencils, as dangerous as they could become in the right hands, as well. Chase idly twirled one between his fingers as he waited for the three to arrive, eyes fixed on the door.