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[A lot of really strange things have been happening to Nick lately, but he can safely say that somehow getting kidnapped on the walk from his aunt's trailer to his car, without actually seeing anyone or even being aware that he'd been knocked unconscious, was pretty much the last thing he was expecting.

So, of course, it's what apparently happened. At this point, Nick's pretty sure he should just stop not expecting things. As soon as he doesn't expect something, that's when it's going to happen.

He takes a quick stock of the situation - not exactly liking the look of the cell he's ended up in, but at least, for some reason, whoever captured him didn't take the duffelbag full of weapons he'd had with him. A peek in the bag says they're all there, along with his both his Glocks. And a try of the doorknob, which'd been half-hearted at best, because he really hadn't expected it to open, proves to be successful.

See? Never expect things.

His cellphone isn't getting any reception, so Nick shoulders his duffelbag and pulls his gun out from its holster before ducking out into the hallway. If he can manage to sneak his way to a place that gets reception, he can call for Monroe or Hank. Or, better yet, maybe he can just find a way out of here.]

[So, uh, nonhumans, let me know if you don't want Nick to be able to tell that your character isn't human? And also feel free to have any nonhumans be able to sense something strange or dangerous/predatory about Nick!]

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[Nick knows, man. He's failing in his rescue duties.

And that hand's perfectly fine there. Nick doesn't bother trying to move it, but he does glance over his shoulder, and then crowd into Monroe's personal space, nudging him back into the room he'd come out of. He'd rather not do this out in the hall. Monroe's comment gets another slight smirk, though.]

We'll just have to keep you out of trouble until we get out of here.

[And now Nick feels guilty, because he really wishes he had. That's supposed to be his job, charging in to the rescue, not getting kidnapped, too.]

Hey. We'll get out of here, okay? I'd never leave you stuck alone in some place like this.

[So wait. Nick has no plan and no back upon place? Crap!

Nick can crowd him into the room. It's fine with Monroe. At least it is so long as he can keep his hand on his shoulder. Actually Monroe is really good with this plan. It makes Nick get more in his bubble and it's easier for Monroe to get a whiff of him without having to sniff the air awkwardly.

Monroe laughs but there is an edge of hysteria wedged in there.. Nick isn't kidding about that. They need to keep him in line. This is day two of no Pilates. Help!]

Yeah no joke dude.

[Monroe takes a deep breath trying to stay calm. It's really not easy but having Nick there helps.]

Yeah man I know. It's just no Pilates for two days now. Not leaving my cell other than that one time. I need to get my head back on.

[Nick has a plan. Kind of. It's just gone through several revisions, the more he learns about this place. It's still a work in progress. Get back to him.

He doesn't notice any sniffing Monroe might be doing, too busy first with closing the door behind them, and then turning sharply at the edge of hysteria in that laugh.]

Well, I was joking.

[But not now, because that's a very good point. And now he's concerned.]

You can't hide in here like that. You're going to go crazy, man. Getting out of here, it isn't going to be a simple break out and escape like I thought.

[He will. Because he needs out of here.]

Well stop joking. Red was a very popular color back in the days of yore.

[Ignore the cranky Blutbad. He likes the joking, he really does. I makes him feel more like this is something they can handle. So long as he sticks close to Nick.

When Nick says they're going to have to stay for awhile Monroe lets him go and starts pacing the room. Which isn't very long so it's a few steps then turning and taking a few more before having to turn again.]

Dude, you have got to be kidding me. How long is this going to take?

[Nick's working on it, man.]

Guess we really better avoid the tomatoes, then.

[Yeah, he's going to keep joking. A little. Joking is how he deals with things, too.

At least until Monroe starts pacing the room. With the room as small as it is, Monroe's pacing right up next to him, and it isn't exactly encouraging.]

I don't know. I met some people who've been here for months. I also met someone who's from the past, Monroe, which means we could be anywhere. We're going to have to find who did this and how, and the man responsible isn't exactly making himself available.

yeah ok. That'll have to be enough. It'll have to be.

And the torches and the pittforks.

[Yeah Monroe isn't even joking here. Not that he doesn't approximate the attempt. It's just hard to get his mouth to make things sound like jokes.

Monroe stops pacing when Nick says moths. He hadn't considered staying here that long. He crowds into Nick's presonal space.]

Months? Dude I cannot go that long without my routine. Look at me! This is one day!

[Monroe runs a shaky hand through is hair. He tries breathing deep. It helps a little mostly because he can smell Nick.]

I talked to some people yesterday. It sounds like whoever is in change is a hexenbiest or at least has one working for him. And it's a pretty damn powerful one too.

No one's going to come after us with torches and pitchforks, man.

[Not while Nick's around to stop them. That, and none of the people he'd met seem to be the pitchfork and torch variety.

And apparently that was the wrong thing to say, for all the it was the truth, because now Monroe is freaking out more. Nick reaches out, grabbing Monroe's shoulder and squeezing it.]

We will get out of here, okay? And in the meantime, we'll just have to do what we can. We'll - I don't know, find you a new routine. A modified routine.

[He grimaces slightly at Monroe's words.]

Yeah. I know. I've talked to some people, too, and there's definitely spell crap at work here. The guy we're looking for calls himself Lord Deior, but no one's ever seen him. He's got a number of 'staff' running this place, but either they don't know much, or they aren't talking.

You can't say that. I think one of the people I talked to was about to set me on fire! Another guy had a sword. A sword. Who has a sword, well other than you.

[Yeah Monroe won't be leaving his room. Like ever. That's fine right? Nick can just bring him food every so often.

There could have been a worse way to say it, but yeah not many. Monroe stills when Nick grabs his arm, feeling much more grounded. At least he's not in this alone. Nick will watch him back and he'll watch Nick's.]

Yeah, ok. That could work.

[Monroe doubts that it'll work very well but it's all he can do.]

So you can just go Grimm on some of the staff. That might be enough to find a way off. Or I can tear off their arms. If they're working for this Lord guy I won't feel bad about it.

[Look who is starting to sound violent already.]

Then we'll just have to watch each other's backs. But from what I've heard about this place, anyone who tries to hurt someone else gets punished.

[Medieval punishments, apparently, which Nick isn't exactly thrilled about.

And Nick can sense that doubt, man.]

You can do this, Monroe. I know you can. You can do yoga, right? And Tai Chi, or something. Someone said there's a doctor here, we'll see if they have what you usually take.

[No, Monroe. No violence. Not yet.]

We're not just going to start getting violent, man. That doesn't always work, and once you do it, you have to deal with the consequences. Say it doesn't work, and we're still stuck here? Not a good place to be. We're going to have to be careful about this.

Punished? Punished how? They locked us up in here man what do they care if anyone gets hurt?

[Ok scratch that, Nick you're doing a terrible job at calming Monroe down.

Hey man Monroe wasn't trying to offend him. He just knows how long it takes for him to find something that works for him.]

Yeah, I can do yoga, but I need more than that. I can't just do yoga all day every day until we find a way out. And what kind of meds are they going to have in a castle? I am not trying leeches.

[But that's all he's sure he can do right now. Man he hates being out of control. And he can feel it close by.]

Yeah, yeah ok.

[Monroe drags both hands through his hair trying to ground himself. He can do this, he can. He thinks he can, he thinks he can.]

Remember when I was joking about the tomatoes? I was only partially joking. And I don't know, man, I thought it was weird, too. But it means no one is going to come after you.

[And it means they can't just start being violent, either, but Nick isn't planning on doing that.

He's not offended. Just means he'll have to try harder to get Monroe to believe he can do this.]

Then we'll find something else for you to do. We can go jogging. If you don't know Tai Chi, I can show you it. I can teach you self defense. And hey, weren't you the one spouting off about burdock root? They have to have something, if I ask.

[Nick's angry at himself, a little. He hates this, hates that he can't just get them out of here. Especially since it's going to be worse for Monroe, having to deal with control.]

Whatever you need, man, we'll do it. Okay? You're not alone here. We'll figure this out, and we'll get out of here.

No it just means they'll need a damn good reason to. And if I can get back to my normal cheerful self they might have one.

[ Monroe isn't planning on it either but shit happens man.

If Nick says he can he'll try to believe it. Try being the operative word.]

Jogging probably isn't the best idea right now. Jogging is like chase which never leads anywhere good. Tia Chi might work. Maybe if I do it after yoga. That might help. But man Burdock root is a far cry from what I need.

[Like Nick pinned in the forest. And then Monroe flat on his back after Nick punches him in the face.

And dude Monroe isn't trying to make him feel bad. He knows Nick and him will find a way out eventually. He's just worried he'll do something that shows how much of a monster he really is.]

Monroe takes another calming breath. This time it really does help. His shoulders relax but he doesn't pull away from Nick. He might have if they were back home, but that hand on him makes his focus hold.

Yeah ok.

They won't have one. You'd never give anyone a good enough reason to. Besides, you, cheerful? How come I never get to see this 'normal cheerful self' of yours?

[Joking aside, though, Nick believes that first part. All the faith in Monroe, man, why else would he have trusted him enough to even watch out for his aunt?]

All right, we'll stay away from jogging, for now. So you'll do yoga, and Tai Chi. And I saw your clock stuff, there's got to be clocks here for you to mess around with. They're probably medieval clocks, but that's still something, right? And I just meant as an example. What do you need?

[No jogging, then, at least until Monroe has a better handle on himself. But Nick's not just going to let Monroe hide up in his cell and go crazy.

Monroe isn't making him feel bad. Nick's managing that perfectly fine on his own. But they can do this. Nick's had a lot of things lately where he didn't always know the answers, or an immediate solution, and they managed to figure it out.

It might take a little bit longer here, but they'll do it.

Nick gives Monroe's shoulder another squeeze when he starts relaxing.]

Better?

Come on, man, I'm cheerful all the time. When have I not been cheerful?

[He's ignoring that first part. He wishes it was true. He has given people good enough reason to. It's a slippery slope back to that. Look how well his other Wieder friends did. One thing messing with you're brain and that's all it takes.

And part of that lifts Monroe's mood up a lot.]

Did you see any midieval clocks around? I didn't, but I didn't go very far. At the time period I'm guessing we're in has some amazing clocks. The ornate pieces on the fittings were absolutely spectacular.

[You lost him man. Was there something else you needed? Get him one of those clocks man, and Monroe won't have to worry about going crazy. He also won't be leaving his cell at all either. And it's not hiding if he is working!

Yes they will. And maybe die trying, but it sounds like they can come back from that.

Will answering with a 'no' get Nick to keep his hand there?]

Yeah.

[Nick gives him a look at that, a cross between amused and 'really?']

Do you want me to give you an itemized list?

[Yeah, Nick noticed that he's ignoring it. But he's gotten Monroe onto a lighter topic, so he's not going to say anything about it. Even though he's seen Monroe in some very stressful situations, and he hasn't lost control.]

I wasn't exactly looking for clocks. But there's bound to be some. Everything else looks period correct, and clocks were one of humanity's earliest inventions.

[There was something else he needed, but since Monroe's off on one of his tangential rambles, and therefore currently not focused on how screwed they are, Nick'll let it go for now.

Also yes. It's hiding. It's one thing for Monroe to do it in his house, it's another to do it in a cell. Is Nick going to have to take Monroe for walks?

Yeah, Nick's heard that, too. He's not sure he believes it. Nick squeezes Monroe's shoulder one more time, then, on impulse, moves his hand to the base of Monroe's neck, giving him another encouraging squeeze before pulling his hand away.

And probably flashing the tattoo on his palm a bit.]

Good.

[Monroe snorts and snarks back]

Actually yeah and can you make it in triplicate? I need to file a copy away for my records.

[Come on man this is different. All those other stressful situations he'd been through his routine. And he'd had Nick there fast enough to keep him calm. But Nick is there now, he'll be able to get some of his control back. Just don't run off somewhere without him.]

Let me know if you find any? Some of the clocks usued to practically cover a whole wall. Hopefully there'll be a few that can easily be moved in here.

[ Normally this is the point where he'd stop talking and look embarassed but je's just going to stay focused on the promise of fancy clocks. Oh and Monroe is assuming Nick will go find those clocks for him and bring them back. That's cool right.

And come on man, Monroe has always been hiding away. When Nick met him he was hiding away in his house. This isn't much different, only it's more necessary. And Monroe doesn't need to be taken for walks. But that actually sounds kind of nice.

Monroe stills when Nick's hand switches to the back of his neck. Most of the tension drains from his body. This situation isn't idea but they can figure it out together. When Nick pulls his hand away, Monroe watches it go. Looks like that will have to be good enough. But there's something on that hand that doesn't belong there. And Monroe would know, he know's Nick's hand like the back of well his hand. He reaches out and takes Nick's hand to examin it.]

Nick? Dude, what is this?

[There we go, that snark is much better.]

No way, man. You'll get your one copy and like it, I'm not handwriting this in triplicate. It's bad enough having to do paperwork when I have a copier.

[Well, Nick's here now, and he's not planning on going anywhere without Monroe. They'll find a new routine for him, it'll be just as good as the one back home. ...besides, Nick's interrupted his routine a few times before.]

I'll keep an eye out for clocks for you.

[He's smiling fondly, the way he usually does when Monroe rambles, but it's muted here, because of the situation. Nick's not going to try to get him to stop, either. As long as Monroe's talking about clocks, he's not panicking. Also damn it Monroe. He better not be expecting Nick to bring back a wall clock.

A house is definitely different. A house is big, has multiple rooms, that kind of thing. This is a cell, barely big enough for Monroe to pace in. Not happening. Walks are going to be very necessary.

Nick notices that tension draining, and is definitely relieved. Well, one problem down. But then Nick's brows furrow when Monroe reaches out to take his hand. Okay, he knows Monroe is panicking and tends to get more grabby then, but this is a first, and - oh. Right, the tattoo.]

I don't know. A tattoo of some kind. Everyone gets one upon arrive, apparently. I'm reasonably sure it's some sort of brand, or possibly a way to keep track of us, but no one knows for sure. You should have one, too, man.

[And Nick's just going to help himself to looking, grabbing at Monroe's other hand and turning it over, then tugging up his sleeves to pick at his arms.]

[Well have some more snark. But it's pretty sulky.]

What I figured it would make you feel like your back home already. Since apparently we won't be getting back there any time soon.

[Interrupted, not bludgeoned to death with a sledge hammer. Besides it was Nick ruining it, not some power crazed medieval lord.]

Thanks man.

[You know for everything. He's feeling a little better now. Maybe they can do this.

Nick is strong, he can carry it. He has all that Grimm strength. Come on man help him out.

He's not wearing a leash. Even if he could use one right now.

There was something weird with Nick's hand. Why? Was he not supposed to do that? Cause he won't do it again. Monroe saw those brows furrow. Don't worry he won't do it again. It was kind of weird. But come on Nick's hand is all messed up.]

They marked you?

[Monroe sounds a little horrified by this. And no he isn't going to think about why that bugs him right now. Also the hell man! Tattooed?!?]

How the hell did they tattoo us without us knowing?

[Monroe just lets Nick look him over. He just watches where Nick is looking instead of looking by himself. What? The clinging is helping him.]

[There's another flash of guilt at the reminder that he's failing pretty badly in doing his job here, but he pushes it aside.]

That's one thing I won't miss for a while. A nice vacation from paper work.

[Good point. Having anything interrupted by a power crazed medieval lord isn't exactly a good time. But still. Monroe can do this.

He doesn't reply to Monroe's thanks, just gives him a smile. Any time.

It's not a matter of strength, man, it's a matter of leverage. It'd be too big for him to balance by himself.

Hey, Nick didn't say anything about a leash. Monroe's the one that brought that up here.

It's not a matter of not supposed to be doing it, it's a matter of it being highly unusual, and a bit unexpected. Before Nick remembered about the tattoo, anyway.

And he makes a face at Monroe's horrified tone, in agreement. Yeah, it bugs him, too.]

Everyone. People have told me that the tattoos start spreading if you don't make some kind of entries, but there has to be some other reason. I'm pretty sure some kind of magic is involved.

[When he doesn't find anything on Monroe's arms, he pauses, hands still on Monroe's arm, because, well, it could be anywhere. It's probably not the best idea to just start lifting up his clothes. But then he spots something peaking out from the collar of Monroe's shirt.]

Oh, man. Hell no.

[Monroe snorts. He needed this banter.]

Man, there are easier ways to get out of paperwork.

[He'll try. And Nick being there and having faith in him will help.

Monroe smiles back. How does Nick manage to get him to be less antsy while they're still being kidnapped?

Nick has some problems with leverage? Monroe wouldn't mind helping with that. >.>

Grumble. Nick was probably going to think about a leash.

Well never the less. He'll try to keep from touching Nick or holding his hand from now on. Better?

Monroe looks horrified at that.]

They start spreading? We have magical moving tattoos? Do they do anything else?

[And what Nick can grab at him and push up his sleeves but Monroe can't look at his hand?

He freezes for a moment when Nick spots it. What? How can a magical tattoo be any worse? He looks down toward his chest but he can't spot anything. Or even any skin for a tattoo to be on. This can't be good.]

What?

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Have you met my captain? Pretty sure it would take getting kidnapped to who knows where to get out of paperwork.

[Good, because Nick definitely has faith in him. Also, because he's Nick? Nick's good at calming people down in tense situations, man, it's his job. Also, having a friend always helps.

He is now, that Monroe brought it up. Good job.

What hey no. Nick's not against touching. Obviously considering how much he does it.

Yeah, Nick's pretty horrified by it, too.]

Not that anyone knows. But they have to be for some other reason. My money's on that it's a way to track us, or possibly a way to keep us in line.

[Quit that. Nick never said he couldn't look at his hand. He was just surprised at the sudden grabbing.

Nick reaches up, thumb tracing over the tattoo on the side of Monroe's neck for a moment before he grimaces.]

I think whoever did this thinks they're funny.

[Monroe snorts. Thankfully he hasn't met Nick's captain. It sounds like he's rather not run into him. And have some sarcasm.]

Well enjoy the vacation man. One of us should.

[Yeah haveing a friend like Nick helps. Having a boyfriend like Nick would help more but that's not going to help.

Wonderful. Damn it Nick.

Well Nick is the one that was weirded out by the hand holding thing. And that just means that Nick is fine with it when he initiates the physical contact. Not when Monroe does.

Fuck man, moving tattoos. It's like something out of a Ray Bradbury story.]

Oh great, so what our tattoo's zap up if we don't behave? Man now I really want to know where mine it.

[Monroe is choosing to take that in a way that makes it so he can't be tempted to touch him more.

Why is Nick touching his neck? Monroe freezes. Hey, why is Nick grimacing while touching his neck. Sorry distracting thoughts will the neck stroking.]

Did what? What was suppose to be funny?

If by 'enjoy the vacation' you mean 'work constantly at trying to find a way out', sure.

[And working at helping Monroe stay in control, apparently. But that's not unexpected; Nick knows how much Monroe relies on his routine. Nick's more than willing to help however he can.

Not weirded out. Just surprised. Nick's fine with it, man, did he say anything in the hospital or the Lowen Games? Or any of the other times Monroe touched him, rare as they are?

Oh great. Thanks for that. Now they're going to get some The Veldt action.]

I don't know, man, I just know they start spreading if we don't write in the journals. But that can't be the only reason for them.

[Be tempted, Monroe.

Touch touch touch touch. Nick slides his hand around Monroe's neck, fingertips tracing along the tattoo in a full circle over his skin.]

Your tattoo.

Yes, that's exactly what I mean.

[If he's honest with himself, he's not even sure if that's supposed to be sarcastic or not.

Helping however he can huh? Because naked cuddles would help a lot. Just saying.

And he couldn't say anything in either of those situations because there was no time to that kind of talk.

And Ray Bradbury had it right from the beginning. Lions are evil. That was the point of that story right?]

Because clearly that isn't bad enough. [Stop making him antsy Nick! He's worried enough as it is!

Monroe's eyes droop slightly when Nick starts touching his neck. He tries to play if off like he's trying to see the tattoo again.

It finally dawns on him. His eyes go wide, and he looks beyond disturbed.]

It's around my neck? Let me see!

[He looks around for a mirror or anything reflective.]

[Nick can't tell, either, so he just raises an eyebrow at that.

Now is not time for naked cuddles, man. They don't even know where they are, that's a whole nother conversation.

He didn't say anything now, either. ...also yes. That was pretty much the point of that story. Lowens are evil.]

They haven't hurt anyone. They just make me suspicious.

[Nick's too busy staring at Monroe's neck to notice his expression, though he does finally look up when Monroe demands to see. Yeah, if Nick's not happy about this, he can only imagine how Monroe feels.

He steps back, letting his hand fall from Monroe's neck, but holding his hand in mid air to stare at his own tattoo.]

I don't know if there's a mirror in here.

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