I don't know! You'll have to ask him! Martin found Gertrude's body while me and Jon were being eaten alive by worms and somehow that means I was planning on killing him! [He throws his hands up in exasperation.]
[She shakes her head, looking a might horrified that Martin was the one to find Gertrude. It shouldn't have been Martin; shouldn't have been any of them. And no one found you, Sasha...]
About Jon? Nothing. The last thing I remember from home was coming out of quarantine. I'd only been back to work for a couple weeks and I hadn't noticed anything was off yet. [He gives her a guilty sidelong glance. He hadn't even noticed that anything was off about her, let along Jon.]
But it will only get worse if you don't. [He frowns. So worried about what they'll do to her.] I'll go with you? As far as they'll let me accompany you.
I won't complain if you want to come with me. Just... [A worried expression darkens her features slightly.] I don't know what's going to happen, and I don't want you to react poorly if something bad comes out. Like... I dunno. Shock collars or mind fuckery, I guess. I don't want you to get into trouble, too.
Whatever happens? [He pauses to take her hand and bring them up to his mouth. Gently placing a kiss on each of her knuckles before he continues.] We'll get through it together.
[There's no real shock collars, per se, at Sasha's punishment. She's given a bracelet that does send shocks if she forgets to address a Dominant in proper fashion. Something to the effect of, I'm hungry and I would like to have dinner. If it pleases you, Sir. Or Madam, depending. Fail? There's a shock of a reminder to mind her manners from the bracelet. It's all about as exciting as sitting through a boring lecture, but Sasha recognizes that it could be so much worse. Only three days of irritating.]
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What did you end up doing?
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Jon doesn't do well with suspicion or paranoia, as we can see. And that's how I got a citation. I'll go tomorrow. I don't want to, but.
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(ooc: We can ftb.)