The Universe's Mixer

There were restraints and different things being pumped into her. Katniss did not like this. She serve her time in the Games, she did what they wanted her to do. It wasn't her fault that they made promises they didn't intend to keep. They forced her hand. They told her that if Peeta and herself made it to the end then they could both live. They made it to the end. She killed Cato. They reneged on their word and she had to do something so Peeta wouldn't bleed to death. Damn idiot broke his wound open and she couldn't let him die. He loved her and somehow she loved him as well.

She remembered that she was allowed to go home and she talked with President Snow. He wasn't impressed with her performance in the games. He wasn't impressed with what she did for Rue either. He didn't like the thought of unity between the districts. That's how wars start. They must have gotten her when she was asleep and took her back to the Capitol and then hooked her up these machines. What were they going to do? Use her to dispell the rumor that their was going to be another uprising? She would have done that if they asked. "Why?" She tried to ask but she didn't think that they could hear that.

Soon after being medicated she was able to sit up and eventually stand up. She knew who she was but she didn't know where she was right yet. She was mellow now and not trying to figure out how to get out of here. If you asked anyone this was an improvement with Katniss. Once she was allowed to leave her room she walked to where the other patients were sitting and sat amongst them, staring blankly at the television. She knew things were happening but she didn't know what and she didn't seem to care either.

She ever could keep track of time very well, considering she spent most of her time in space with light either always there or always gone. Depended on how close you got to them stars. Mal didn't ever let Serenity get too close. And once they broke atmo' it could have been days, weeks, or months since Kaylee last saw a flippin' calendar. Not that she minded it then, she minded it here. Now, Kaylee didn't argue, and she hardly ever fought. So she was on the 'good list' she supposed. Still, she hated sitting around not doin' anything and being trapped was bad. It made her think of the alliance prisons, not that she'd ever spent time in them! And then it made her think of that bounty hunter and she'd shutter and try to think of happier things.

Shinier things.

Kaylee missed the City now, or really being out in it. There was an out wasn't there? Was she even still IN the City? She was having problems remembering everything. She supposed it was something about the monotone atmosphere of this place. She'd heard it was called somethin', but Kaylee couldn't tell if she was hearing things or if there really were people screaming things around her. She knew she was allowed out of her cell, no better word for that thing, and around. But she didn't exactly.. she couldn't exactly.. it was complicated.

She was trying to stay sunny about everything. That was the thing Kaylee's were good for. Nothin' in the 'verse could stop her from being cheerful! As long as they provided strawberries.. and if they'd just let her have some tools so she could fix somethin'..

She kept finding herself in the dining area, cafeteria, whatever they called this place. She liked being around people. Any people. Kaylee loved talkin' and their stories were sometimes interestin'. Just had to be sunny! Eventually they'd get out right? Maybe someone would call to break out. Kaylee had no problem making that kind of trouble, but until she had a good idea of what was going on, or until she saw something she could fandangle and make a good break for it she was just buying time.

Like right now. She didn't mind the food. Or the company. She just smiled at anyone who happened by and tried her best to look friendly. She liked making friends. She took another drink of water and gave a look around.

"No nononononono!" Jack shouted as he ran down the hallway. The staff weren't really very good at predicting his moods or what he would do and when he would do it. They constantly underestimated him, and more than occasionally believed him when he pretended to be catatonic. They would baby him sometimes when he babbled at them. He was kept in a straight jacket when they were at their best and most wary, but it wasn't often enough. His escapes from his room and their immediate care were many. But he never tried to escape the grounds.

Because this was his place. He'd owned it. He'd held a court here. He'd tormented the entire City with this as his home base. He didn't want to leave it. And having a whole bunch of people around just made it all the more fun for him. So he didn't want them to go either. Jack was really quite happy with the way that things were going. He even loved the games he played with the doctors, nurses, and orderlies. Well, truthfully, he loved those most.

Currently, the man known as The Joker was running down the corridor of the second level, heading toward the elevator or stairs, whichever would be quickest, and determined to get to the commons. He wanted to spend time with some of the other patients. See if he could get somebody riled up maybe. Insight a food fight, perhaps. Or just make somebody cry. He wasn't sure of his plan just yet.

Currently, the man known as The Joker was wearing a straight jacket, his arms wrapped tightly around his torso. He could feel the straps on the back that held the pieces of the jacket in place. He could hear the jingle of the buckles. He wouldn't be able to get out of it, he knew that. Not on his own. But maybe he could convince one of the others to help him. Promise them something. Even if it wasn't something that he could give.

Currently, the man known as The Joker was running down the hallway in a straight jacket and he had on no pants. They'd been helping him get ready for the shower when he'd broken free. Leaving the jacket on for the last possible moment. He'd slipped right by them then. They hadn't expected him to run around with no pants on, apparently. Jack didn't care. Sort of freeing, this not having any pants on.

There were three burly orderlies chasing him at the moment. He kept looking back at them to gauge the distance before they'd spring and tackle him to the floor. That was going to hurt. Probably a lot. Probably on parts of himself that he was going to wish he had pants covering.

"Nononononono!" Jack yelped, a large smile on his face. "Help! Somebody! Help! I need pants! Help! They took my pants!"

He whizzed by patients in wheelchairs, people coming to the doors of their rooms, confused nurses, and shocked doctors. He stuck his foot out at a guy with a walker, sending him sprawling and detaining the orderlies for a split second while they tried to decide if they should help the guy or go after Jack. It was just enough for him to get to the elevator which was just closing.

Jack turned and smiled at the other occupant. It wasn't quite a friendly smile.

Jack knew when he had first awaken that morning that things were just "not right", and not just with him. He wasn't home that was for sure and it was noisy, and oh yeah, there were bars everywhere. That was just a few of the things he noticed first. However his first thought was that he was back on Satellite 5. And he felt off a bit too. But it was a very very good way to feel off.

It was bright and shiny and Jack was easily distracted by bright and shiny. Some of the nurses and orderly's were very bright and shiny in Jack's opinion as well. They fed him nicely which he liked but they also kept him drugged which wasn't so great but it seemed he didn't have a choice. He didn't really remember when or how he got there but it had been a bit of time now, though the days seemed to run together some of the times.

Luckily he is allowed out and about and he quite liked being out amongst other and interacting with them. Jack liked people and liked being among them. No one knew when, how, or if they were going to get out but sometimes, Jack didn't care. He was feeling good.

Very very goood.

For now at least.