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[championoftime]

Who: Seven and whoever...
What: Zero gathering post. For those coming in to see their inmates or whatever.
Where: ...Zero
When: Today
Warnings & Notes: None as of yet, but who knows. As usual, tagged starting posts.

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[notonedrop]

Edgar knocked frantically on the entrance leading down to level zero, hoping someone would hear and let him down.

[dominie]

Well that sounded quite frantic, didn't it? He hadn't checked his journal for a bit, perhaps he ought to have. He had guessed without the lights on there was little update on what was going on.

"Hello, hello?" The Doctor opened the door, brows raising when he saw Edgar in the dark.

Running away from his stomach, he assumed.

[notonedrop]

"Can I come down there? The blood's all clotted, and I want to be in a convenient place in case I lose control. I don't think I need to be in a cell yet, but I don't want to be too far."

[dominie]

"Very well, but-" He opens the door to let Edgar in. Then shuts it behind him.

"That young girl donated her blood. You ought to drink from it before it goes to waste."

[dominie]

Dr. Smith entered Zero with a bowl of pumpkin soup and a sliver of preserved meat. No spoon or anything, just the plastic bowl and a bit of paper to keep the meat from touching his hands. He went to the Joker's cell, slipped the food through the slot along with the meat, and then went to sit in the space beside of his cell.

He'd just, wait here for a while. Until someone needed him, that is.

[ahahaaahooo]

Joker was wrapped up in his coat and jacket, the blanket having disappeared when everyone else did. He was freezing down there, literally moments away from full body shivering and chattering teeth, not that he was going to tell Seven that. He unbent slowly as his warden approached and made his way over to the slot stiffly. Leaving the meat where is was, he wrapped his hands around the soup, making himself sip it slowly, instead of gulp down the whole thing.

[dominie]

He listened as his inmate drank slowly, continuing to sit quietly for a moment or so. His hands fidgeted with the hem of his coat pocket, just idly doing something.

Finally, he reached into his pockets and started shifting everything into his pants pockets. They were equally deep. They could hold it. Clattering item after item until the depths of those dimensionally transcendent storage units were barren.

He removed the scarf and kept it loosely hanging around his shoulders. The coat itself he shoved between the slats the cell bars. "Take it. My core temperature is lower than yours. It's mostly for decoration anyhow."

[ahahaaahooo]

He stopped moving. Things had changed, down here, the screaming pain every night, and then every day left to himself in the dark and the cold. He felt almost feral. Well, more feral than usual.

He blinked blindly in the low-light. "What do you care?" He made no move to accept the coat. He stuck his fingers inside the cup, not bothering to remove the gloves, and sucked the dregs off them, the taste tainted by the leather. Then he reached over for the meat and swallowed it down.