Who: Simms, Madison, and OPEN (Multiples are fine) When: Probably around nine Where: Simms' room, then poolside.
"Oh, for fuck's sake." That had been Simms' response to his discovery of his locked door. This was beyond frustrating, every time they were moved. He understood being locked in at the house. That was the decision of the housemates. They'd given him ways to get out, though, which was great, but maybe it had given him the false impression that they still wanted to give him a chance to run around and be a more active participant in their Experiment B. Yet this was the second time that they'd been moved and he'd still ended up in a locked room. He couldn't understand why.
Really, Simms just wanted some fucking fresh air. He didn't want to be underground in the batcave. He wanted to see the fucking sun.
He'd at least listened to Felix's suggestion of sparing his back, and sent an end table through the window instead of the couch. He could have thrown the couch, he was sure of it, but the other furniture worked just fine. He threw the ugly comforter over the broken glass to get out a little easier, and when he was out of his room, he looked back at the broken window with pride. Part of him had expected the glass to be plexiglass, or bulletproof, something else that wouldn't shatter. And now he was outside his room. That was nice.
As he walked around the building, he looked out at the desert. He wondered if They had even bothered to set up a barrier. Who knew how far they were from the nearest town? Lost in a desert would be a shitty way to die.
And then he was at the pool. A swim would have been nice, if the pool didn't look like it was infested with... whatever bacteria it was that infested pools, especially after collecting so many dead flies. But that was fine. There were lounge chairs. He plopped himself down on one, pulled his shirt off, and laid back with his hands behind his head, relaxed. This vacation wasn't so bad after all.