R R I - REHABILITATION & REINTEGRATION INITIATIVE

Characters: Mojo and Reece
Setting: Rece's room, evening

( Voluntary exposure )

Characters: Reece and Mojo
Setting: Mojo's room, evening

( but don't tell anyone )

Characters: Reece / Mojo
Setting: evening

( and the darkness beneath )

Characters: Mojo and OPEN
Setting: Pool, afternoon
Warnings: NSFW

By all rights, Mojo knew she could be doing better things with her time than this. There was apparently no shortage of work around the facility waiting to be done, and with the new additions she'd read about on the terminals, it was at least a full day's worth of catching up for her to really explore everything. Maybe in a while she would, maybe when she wanted some lunch.

For now, though? She was in love with the pool, not to mention the raft Mojo was sprawled on with one hand in the water, idly propelling her at a snail's pace. She'd grabbed a book from the library, deftly maintaining its' place and dryness with her other hand as Mojo smiled to herself. Sleeping in, breakfast, a dip in the pool that had her hair still clinging to her cheeks, and one of her favorite books? Mojo wasn't entirely sure she wanted to leave any more.

Characters: Mojo and OPEN!
Setting: Outside the cafeteria, evening

"...yeah, you heard me!" Mojo was snapping at whoever it was that had pushed her into the elevator, reaching for her blindfold the moment her wrists were unshackled. "An entire bag of dicks, you grabby fuck! I don't care how, I'll make 'em fit!" She tore the partition from her eyes, blinking at the fluorescent wash pouring in as it gave Mojo only the barest glimpse of a guard before the doors shut. Then? She flattened, pressing back against the wall as it dawned on her just how unfamiliar this place was.

Sure, she hadn't thought that blindfolds, handcuffs, and transport were standard for offenders at her level of incarceration, but who knew? This seemed more Guantanamo-ish to her, and that was not cool. Neither was the sensation of movement under her, or the sudden stop or even the light bag resting near her feet. All in all, this was the worst day in a while for Mojo.

Stooping low to grab her bag and realize that it was clothing, Mojo's panic faded to a dull confusion as the elevator stopped fully, doors chiming with their opening. She peered out slowly, one fist balled up to swing as Mojo looked out into the cafeteria and saw nobody. "Hello?" she called warily, probably too softly to even matter as Mojo took her first steps out, jumping slightly when the doors shut behind her.

It took her longer than it should've to even leave the cafeteria, getting caught up in long moments of silent anticipation when she swore she'd heard something, but nothing ever showed. Eventually, though, Mojo found her nerves and pushed out the door with one fist still white-knuckled and ready. "...the fuck?" she muttered as she saw the facility before her, losing her nerve and paranoia in a stunned moment.