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[steadfastest]

[Today the Malnosso have seen fit to dump off a shivering person into the woods behind the grocery store. Xander is semi-conscious, bruised, and only clad in a pair of New Feather trousers. The journal might pick up a faint moaning sound, and maybe mumbling

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[sittingtype]

[ at some point, John will wander down to seventh heaven for a meal and to possibly get away from his housemate and monkey. it might be no chinese take-away like the ones back in London, but it's good enough for a man who is currently reaping the benefits of not being plagued by a phantom limp and feels like he has reached the peak of physical condition. ]

[sittingtype]

... Beatings. [ he repeats, aghast by the revelation, but also not surprised. ] Nothing else?

[steadfastest]

Nothing else. They gave me some food once in a while but otherwise it was just me and that light bulb, man.

[sittingtype]

What did they gain from this?

[steadfastest]

I dunno, but my first guess would be Me Being Really, Really Unhappy. [Xander picks up his chocolate milk and takes a long sip.] Maybe they'll be satisfied with that.

[sittingtype]

It doesn't make any sense though. [ he's going to get a wake up call when he goes home and meets Moriarty face-to-face. ]

[steadfastest]

I'm the kind of guy who likes to reason with people, doc. And they weren't even pretending to listen.

[sittingtype]

Negotiation in hostage situations rarely work out well.

[steadfastest]

And I had to be the guy to go and prove that point again. [Another sip of chocolate milk, and another plate of pancakes arrives.] You want any of this?

[sittingtype]

[ ... ] No, I'm good.

[steadfastest]

[Xander nods and digs in in ways that would make Montgomery Scott stand back and stare in amazement.]

[sittingtype]

[steadfastest]

I'm really hungry, okay? They did not feed me enough. One meal a day does not a Xander feed.