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For one and a half Galactic Standard months following Basco's visit to his bedroom, Joe was confined exclusively to his quarters.  Food was provided him once daily, though occasionally the meal would arrive late or not at all.  Sometimes the following day would bring two meals, or one extra-large one; sometimes, not.  He was not allowed even into the hallway to reach the lavatory; Sally had simply tossed a bucket at his head after bandaging him up from Basco's abuse, and the rest had been left to him to figure out for himself.

Sally was his jailer and only contact; for six weeks, Joe was kept in complete isolation, save for the interludes, every few days, in which Sally ventured into his room to remove the chamberpot-bucket and place a new one in.  Leaving the room for exercise was out of the question, and any attempt to communicate with Sally went exactly nowhere, slowly, accompanied by banana peels.

Six weeks after Basco nearly killed him on his bed, on an otherwise unexemplary day, things changed.  Joe woke to the sound of his door's deadbolt sliding back.  But the door didn't swing open, and after a few moments of silence, a sour smell began to emanate from the hallway outside.  A slight shift in the light under the door, around the edges of the locking flap through which his meals had been provided, drew Joe's attention.  The light was obstructed somewhat; something lay on the floor outside the room.  And the something was bleeding - a dark puddle was slowly increasing in dimension, creeping into the room through the scant space under its door.

gibken: ([canon] determined)
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It's been about a week, as far as Joe can tell. He makes a mark on the wall of the quarters he's kept in (he does his best not to even think of the room as 'his') every night, when Basco inevitably retrieves him from wherever he's been and locks him into the room. He's not sure why, as he feels much less like a prisoner than he has any right to. He supposes maybe he's trying to find some kind of pattern.

Being given nearly free reign of the ship comes as a surprise, honestly. Not that Basco trusts him, that much is obvious. The first day he was allowed to wander around, Joe did probably exactly what Basco expected him to do, and tried to go to all of the handful of places he quickly learned he wasn't allowed to go. The brig first, but of course Sally was there to block his way and herd him back up into the main area of the ship. Next he tries where he thinks he might remember the infirmary being, to see Gai, but Sally thwarts him there, too. Which at least lets him know he was right about his concept of the layout of the ship.

Other areas consistently blocked by the monkey include the engine room and the main bridge. That makes sense, and Joe takes heart in the fact that Basco still doesn't trust him enough to let him near anything that might be potentially sabotaged.

He's still waiting for the next of Basco's little tests. He needs to fix things, he has to get the others free. That's all that matters. That's his driving focus.

He finds himself spending a lot of time in the galley. He doesn't really know how to cook, but he's trying. It's a decent distraction, plus he likes making himself think about what Don would prepare for him, what Don would want for him to eat. He needs to get stronger.

He also spends an inordinate amount of time in the room he figures is Basco's personal quarters, considering how opulently appointed the room is. Not when Basco is there, and he doesn't poke around too much, just in case. Mostly he just sits on the large bed that reminds him too much of Marvelous, and he tries to figure out what Basco wants from him, what the tests might be, how he'll win, what will happen once he finally earns Marvelous' freedom (he tells himself he will, he has to).

And at night, when Basco locks him in, he sleeps. On the Galleon, he'd rarely slept more than a few hours in a night. He didn't need an excess of sleep the way Marvelous did. He'd liked to get the bulk of his exercise regimen out of the way in the wee hours of the morning, without the distractions of the crew. But now he has the daytime to exercise, when he's not cooking, eating or thinking. And at night, the long hours Basco obviously sleeps, he has nothing better to do inside his supposed quarters, and so he sleeps too. He needs to get stronger.

He usually wakes up when Basco unlocks the door, but this day, after a week or so has passed, he wakes up in an entirely different way.

With a cord around his throat.
gibken: ([canon] bleeding)
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Joe wakes up slowly, and at first he isn't sure where he is. Not surprising, all things considered. His first instinct, when he shifts and rolls over onto his side and feels the telltale tug and pull of bandaging, is that there was a battle and he was wounded. Fair enough, but that doesn't explain the red that floods his vision when he finally opens his eyes. There are plenty of rooms on the Galleon that are similarly monochrome, but not this particular shade of red.

That's when it comes back to him, in fits and starts, like a slowly developing painting, or a puzzle being cautiously fit together. Basco, he thinks, and for the first time in his memory since meeting them man, the thought isn't accompanied by feelings of revulsion and anger.

Quite the opposite, and Joe's stomach does a series of twists and knots when he thinks about... everything. How long ago was it? Might have been days, when he takes into account the bandages, the growl in his stomach...

One thing is distinctly different, though. The chains that had been holding him to the wall aren't looped around his wrists anymore. A mistake, on Basco's part? Joe doesn't think so. For one thing, Basco isn't too likely to make mistakes. And for another, Joe isn't sure it counts as a mistake when he doesn't immediately contemplate getting up and trying to escape.

He also isn't sure if it would count as escape anyway. He doesn't want to go anywhere, not yet. He wants to find out more about... Not what happened, but what's going to happen. He and Basco shared something, whether Basco knows it or not. And now Joe needs to know more.

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