[Day 50]

[emptyyourself]

[Journal Entry - Day 50]

I will not accommodate West. If I am obliged to starve because I refuse to play dress up, I will sit in the Cornfield and rot.

I am not a pawn to be used in his twisted machinations.

[Someone has discovered that not working = not eating. And this is more offense at being assigned as a lowly handyman than anything else.

Comments

[twilightzonemod]

Are you so anxious to go to the cornfield?

[emptyyourself]

If it is the eventual and sole alternative to appeasing West.

Who are you?

[twilightzonemod]

Miss Devlin.

There are ways to get around it, Mr. Snape. Nothing here is the sole alternative.

[emptyyourself]

Indeed?

Private.

[twilightzonemod]

It's all a matter of what you're willing to trade.

Private.

[emptyyourself]

I don't expect the concept of "fair trade" is a familiar one to you.

Tell me what you're after.

Private.

[twilightzonemod]

How do you feel about a different sort of job, Mr. Snape?

Private.

[emptyyourself]

That all depends on the job. Get to the point, Miss Devlin.

Private.

[twilightzonemod]

There are small acts that we might require from time to time. Should you be inclined to do them, then it would mean that you would no longer be required to work in your position as a handy man.

And working for us means that any limitations remaining on your magic would be removed as well.

Private.

[emptyyourself]

I'll accept, on one condition.

Private.

[twilightzonemod]

And what condition is that, Mr. Snape?

Private.

[emptyyourself]

Leave Martha Jones out of it.

...If nothing else, I owe her a life debt.

Suddenly spam.

[twilightzonemod]

As you wish.

[The voice was rich and warm behind him, and Miss Devlin was perched upon some sort of substance that didn't normally act as a chair. She was holding a scroll and a parchment.]

Do we have a deal then?

Spam.

[emptyyourself]

[Well, what did he expect when making deals with the devil? He scrutinized her for a moment, then leaned back in the structure that normally did act as a chair.]

If that is a written contract, you'll understand if I prefer to read it over before putting my name to it.

Spam.

[twilightzonemod]

Of course. Can't get anything past you, can we Severus?

[Devlin smirked a bit, and she got up from the chair and offered him the scroll to read.]

It's all there in perfectly clear English. I'd advise a lawyer, but I'm not certain how long it would take West to get to my request.

Spam.

[emptyyourself]

I'll manage without legal aid.

[A pause followed as he settled in to read.]

I don't suppose West allows you to make arrangements for our release from this admittedly well-constructed prison?