[OPEN] June Pre-event

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Who: Relena Peacecraft and You
Where: Down in the Dimmadamn Dungeon
When: Before WormFall
What: Reposting TDM prompts... Getting to know people in her cell and the yard... maybe nabbing people for info. Continuing threads and
Warnings: N/A for now.



Captive... Again

[ This is not the first time Relena Peacecraft has been held as a prisoner. It is not, she assumes, the last.

For as much as the situation is, thus far, completely different than her usual experience with being held captive - no ramblings about how they were going to hoist her position and legacy around for their own gain - her poise is the same as ever.

She's ringing out her hair the best she can after being tossed in here, shivering with her teeth set, but will drop her task and get to her feet when another body is shoved into the cell with her. She gets up and slams her hands into the bars in frustration at the guards. ]

You don't have to be so rough with them!

[ A huff. She shouldn't lose her cool. The ex-queen of the world, the ex-princess of a kingdom of peace... if she loses her head, she will be useless. Her morality and her words are all she really has to help people in a world like this where she can't use her reputation as a platform to move things forward towards peace.

She doesn't know why she's in here or how it has all happened, but she can't let the futile feeling rolling in her guts to swallow her whole.

She turns to her new roommate and holds a hand out to them if they haven't yet stood on their own. She smiles, sad but steady. ]

Are you alright?

Chow Time

[ The food is... surprisingly okay.

While Romefeller and even Mariemeia's faction had fed her normally (because they 'weren't savages' and a roughed up Relena Peacecraft was no good to show to the public or use as a pawn), she didn't expect the same here.

Still, her appetite is pretty null. It's hard not to want her mother's comfort. She never wants to be a person that needs to rely on Heero and burden him further, but at her age, it's hard not to want that person here in some capacity.

But that is selfish and she won't allow it to sit on her shoulders for too long, but it does sink down into her stomach and makes more than a few bites of meat a struggle.

She takes her tray and pushes it towards someone else in her cell, smiling carefully. ]

I'm... not really hungry. I don't want it to go to waste, so if you or the others want to split it, please do.

Visitors

[ Relena can't be sure of the divide between the people shoved into the cells and the people who have, now and again, been creeping into the dungeon to quench their curiosity. In a way, she assumes a political body with conflicting views to the kingdom might be... less than favorable to have in their midst. She can't do much for them otherwise, in her opinion, than act as a diplomat, but what good would a diplomat that doesn't align with them do? These are all assumptions, but assumptions based on her life's experience.

She walks her way up to the bars and holds onto them as one of the curious visitors wanders through, trying to get their attention. ]

Excuse me, may I ask you something?