Calibrations- I want out

[wearingthestars]

Who: Billy Kaplan & Open
What: Calibrations
When: June 10th to July 10th
Where: Calibrations
Warnings: Depression, Torture, Bullying, Dark Themes in general due to his punishment



Those who have been inside Billy's mind before will find this set up...different. Whether influenced by the punishment he seems to be facing, or just the dread and anxiety he feels being tricked back into this place he was tortured before-(editors note: see however the hell long ago when Billy was lured down here alone, and tortured with memories until his magic created a whole other reality for a moment. fun times.)- it has clearly gotten to him.

The room is either some sort of prison or torture chamber, maybe both? Built from metal, there's rusty stains, and...is that blood? Billy is strapped up the wall, devices skewered through his ears and he's muttering spells under his breath, eyes squeezed shut tight.

There's a tray of bloody surgery tools left on a near by table, scattered files strewn about (is that a S.H.I.E.L.D. logo? That might be familiar to some...) There's an access panel by the door with a black screen, but currently any codes typed in won't open it up.

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[wearingthestars]

"I don't know how," Billy says, that part always confused to him, but it worked. No matter how loud he screamed or how soft he spoke, none of it got through. "It uh- it's how my spells work. Or how they work best. I didn't have the same control then. Need to hear my voice."

He tries to offer Donnie an apologetic smile as he climbs up. "Really, I'm...Sorry about all this," he repeats.

[thepurpleone]

"Your spells? Oh...was that why you were..."

All those repeated phrases, such a simple, straightforward incantation. "So like...some kind of active trigger? Your voice and hearing it is the release..."

Donnie looks to the bindings before applying the tool to them, sawing away. "This'd go faster with my tech," he grumbles, trying not to think about the stains. "It's...this isn't your fault. It's just...really cruel. I can't wrap my head around how other humans can do this to you. It's not like you look any different from them either."

[wearingthestars]

Billy nods. "I think so. I don't really understand *how* it works still," he admits, a bit bashful.

"People always find something," he says, "Mutant...Jewish...Magic...Gay. They were bound to pick one of those things."

[thepurpleone]

"I mean, that's just my hypothesis. I don't really understand how magic is supposed to work, otherwise," Donnie admits.

He continues sawing away, thoroughly committed. "Is this even working..." Only slowing his effort for a moment, he frowns at Billy's words.

"Humans being typically human," he sighs. "That's...awful though."

[wearingthestars]

"It makes sense. I haven't done a lot of studying, I'm kind of a weird case. But uh- a lot of the magic people in my world have a whole lot of rules and stuff they need to follow."

Billy eyes the binds and nods, "I think so," he encourages.

"There's a lot of good stuff too, just...harder to bring up in here." He's not sure if that's HIS mindset, or more of whatever foul luck he seems to be cursed with this visit.

[thepurpleone]

"Personally I'm not a magic guy, myself. Kind of makes me feel a little better though, knowing that there are some rules that have to be followed. It just looked like magic could do anything, which was really annoying."

Annoying for him in his lack of understanding, mostly. He hated feeling obsolete on the account of not being able to figure out how magic worked when it seemed to come so easily for his brothers.

"Almost got this one," Donnie said, working vigorously at the binding. This tool wasn't made for cutting straps like this but it was still getting the work done.

"And I think anything is harder to bring up in something like this." This he noted dryly, although he kept from looking around. It was awful enough to look at the first time around.