blacklisle: (so many questions)
you may say I'm a memer ([personal profile] blacklisle) wrote in [community profile] bridgescribble2023-02-24 10:48 pm
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we just have a few questions.

The Interrogation Meme

A bare room, a single chair, a naked lightbulb.

Your crimes were unspeakable, your lies were innumerable, but finally you've been caught. They bring you in, sit you down, and chain you up. No matter what power you have, no matter how strong you are, you're not going anywhere, so get comfy.

It's going to be a long night.

Rules

  1. Post with your character, canon, and any prefs. Note whether captor or captive.
  2. Tag around to other characters.
  3. Roll for an option.

RNG OPTIONS

  1. Truth serum: You know this person isn't going to confess easily, but you've got a surprise for them. This serum ought to loosen their lips a little.
  2. Torture: The old-fashioned way might work best for this particular subject. How about those thumbscrews?
  3. Bargain: You've got something they really want, or really need. If they fess up, if they tell the truth of the matter, they'll get it.
  4. Blackmail: So, remember that night about ten years ago...? You know something they don't want the rest of the world to know and you're going to use it.
  5. Seduction: Just because they're tied to a chair doesn't mean you two can't have a little fun, right?

redhourglass: <user name=treatyoself> (pic#7800291)

[personal profile] redhourglass 2023-03-17 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
( 2:13. definitely in the morning, she remembers being taken at 5:00 pm the prior evening, which meant she’d been here for nine hours already. nine hours with the man who stank of cheap vodka and cigarettes, who backhanded her with a hand as big as a dinner plate. he’d split her lip, he’d threatened to do worse —

and now — what? they’ve sent in this man as the foil, the one to make her think that she’s going to be fine if she just tells them what they want to hear? it’s a cheap trick, an old one. the first trick she’d been taught in the red room at, what? age six? )


I would but — ( she raises her wrists, shakes the handcuffs that knock at the back of the metal chair they’ve put her in. her shoulders ache from the movement, circulation long since cut off to her fingers. ) You’ll excuse my rudeness?

( uncuff me, the unspoken ask. i’ll share your stupid fucking cigarette, if you just uncuff me. )