When did this happen? [Experimentation, Experimentation subjects, feel free to respond]

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Character(s): Jazz
Content: Jazz finds herself all of the sudden thrown into a dark cell, in an unknown place. Panic ensues.
Setting: Unknown
Time: She's not sure
Warnings: Hyperventilation.

One moment she had been with good company, the next, she was alone. It was enough to make her head spin, even though she had somewhat experienced the feeling of being one place one minute, another the next. However, even that had been punctuated by sleep between.

The place that she had been thrown was dark, though it wasn't wet, dank, or any sort of nasty. It was perhaps a little dusty from disuse, but it was generally a well-kept holding area. It was certainly unlike the prison cells one saw in the movies (but she knew that the movies tended to be inaccurate about a lot of things). However, what was very upsetting about it was that she was the one inside the cell.

She was the one in jail.

And it was cold in that area, or perhaps she was upset, because she started shivering, as she ran to the door of the cell, and shook it as violent as her tiny body could. "Hey! There's gotta be some mistake here!" A pause. "Hello? Anybody?"

She could feel panic setting in with each passing moment of silence. "Danny! Valerie! Are you guys out there?!" She stepped away from the bars and pulled out her journal. She'd make sure Danny knew what had happened to her, because the last thing she wanted to do (even through her panicking) was make him suffer more because of her.

She typed on the journal, face focused and intense. Because it was the only thing keeping her sane by then.

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[overlords_wrath]

Now, generally Laharl was a heavy sleeper. A VERY heavy sleeper. He could sleep through just about anything if he wanted to. However, he wasn't exactly himself. Despite being drugged up the wazoo, he was in a lot of pain from the damage Larxene had inflicted upon him, and with no cleric to heal it, he was not used to dealing with this much discomfort for his long.

So when he heard voices suddenly, other than Rosette, echoing through the cells, he slowly stirred awake.

Laying flat out on the floor near beside the bars between Rosette and his cell, he could only tilt his head a little to peer down through the many rows of bars to the further end, where voices rang out.

Glancing momentarily up to Rosette he tried to clear his throat to make some sort of response, although it took a moment to wrap his foggy mind around any words.

"....M.. more?" he managed out, echoing down the cell-block, realizing he wasn't alone now with Rosette. What... was going on?