Δ: Backdated to the 6th-8th

[thinkin_man]

[Well, Delta's alive, but he seems to be trapped in his room now. The typically nice oak door is replaced with a heavy steel one. His video feed is on constantly during the event, broadcasting his room from the ceiling. Text shows under the video, simply 004. The Alpha is seen trying to escape periodically, but slowly he's seen caring less. He

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[Action]

[kindly_done]

[Someone's noticed. Every nerve on edge waiting for the next command he knows he won't be able to resist, Jack has thought of Johnny often. Consciously, he knows that there's nothing the Daddy can do about the treachery of Jack's mind, but he'd still feel safer if Delta were there.

Having caught the transmission, he is now doing his level best to beat the door in.]

[Action]

[thinkin_man]

[The door refuses to open by direct pounding. Delta already tried beating it down to no avail.

A few idle calls can be heard coming from inside the room, weird. Delta usually isn't very vocal, but now he often cries out into the mostly silent hallway. No, the long groans aren't pleading for help, like one would expect.]

[Action]

[kindly_done]

[Jack doesn't try to analyze the calls; what matters is that his friend is in there, that he's desperate, deep down in his own semi-feral mind, to get to Delta, who always brings with him a comforting (if occasionally infuriating) draft of sanity.

Sanity.

What a sane man would do is stop pounding with his wrench until the shock jars his wrist-bones into an ugly ache, stop throwing his shoulder against the door until it bruises.

What a sane man would do is fumble for the door controls, shaking his hands with a little hiss of pain as a mistake leads to a short leads to a minor electrical burn in his fingertips. But it comes back quickly, and soon he has the system of wires and tiny glass pipes nicely rerouted.]

[Action]

[thinkin_man]

[The door swings open and floods light into the darkened room. The Alpha is just standing there, almost motionlessly save for the little rise and fall of his chest that came with breathing. Eventually he takes a step forward. His step is heavy and awkward when compared to his usual stride. The weighted boot on his foot collides with the floor in a loud echoing whump.]