[catchall for damian]

[slobjection]

Comments

[bittybat]

[ASSORTED THINGS.

Damian opens the door with just as much confidence as he'd open a door to a robber he knows he can take down, busted leg be damned. He appraises Phoenix first, though.

And then he steps back carefully to let Phoenix inside.]

[slobjection]

[ assorted things include painkillers, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and.... water ]

Thanks. How are you feeling?

[bittybat]

Stable.

[He isn't sure what else to say that isn't a lie enough to make Phoenix pester him.

One of the bunk beds in the back has the skull and the sword on top, but the hat is missing.]

[slobjection]

[ nothing will make phoenix not pester him... but he will approach and offer his offerings to damian. ]

Physically, or mentally?

[bittybat]

Both.

[He gives the offered things a look, but then takes them--carefully, without touching Phoenix. He's prideful, but not stupid.

So he immediately takes the painkillers.]

[slobjection]

[ at least there's that. ]

What happened in there? Do you mind if I ask?

[bittybat]

An illusion. A school. We had to play several rounds of a game to get through to the end.

[He peers at Phoenix, searching the man's face.]

We saw the rooms where the others are being held.

[slobjection]

[ phoenix's expression isn't changing through all of this. but does it ever? ]

A game....?

The sleeping ones, you mean.

[bittybat]

Yes. Winter is caring for them. [He frowns.] A game.

We had go answer questions in the way the game wanted us to answer.

[slobjection]

And if you didn't, you were all punished? Something to that effect?

[bittybat]

[The grim look on his face says it.]

Precisely.

[slobjection]

[ ... yikes. ]

Personal tortures?

[bittybat]

[His lips thin.]

Yes.

[slobjection]

.... I see.

[ that illuminates things, woof. ]

Anything you feel comfortable elaborating on, or...?