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The Eleven ([personal profile] degeneratefreak) wrote in [community profile] lastvoyageslogs2026-06-19 11:07 am
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Eleven Problems During Six Impossible Things

Who: The Eleven and Hanna, later Fitz, Wiktor, and possibly Jedao [Closed]
What: Look, someone evil had to take advantage of the potential to conduct intense maiming without the release of death. And the Eleven is stepping up.
Where: The Eleven's cabin (level 7, cabin 11)
When: Slightly forward dated - during the Six Impossible Things flood
Warnings: torture and not-death

The Eleven is resting in his cabin. He has a book on thaumatological mechanics in his left hand, which the One, the Two, the Four, the Ten, and the Eleven are reading and discussing theory among themselves inside his head with only moderate insults exchanged. In his right hand, he's holding the 3-D pen Jedao had given him to create a delicate structure of filaments that's both artistic and the beginnings of an engineering design for a possible dimensional gateway. The Three, the Six, the Seven, and the Nine are engaged in that. The Five is singing a ribald Thordon drinking song. And the Eight is not welcome to join in any of the Time Lord games.

He's found over time that his selves are less likely to fight each other or him if everyone is kept distracted. Boredom is the bane of a multitude of aggressive minds all sharing one space, and if they don't have anything else to do they'll quickly start taking out frustrations on each other. And the Ghoul's absence and possible death has the Eleven feeling even more uptight and vicious than usual, so he's keen to keep all of his selves in line.

But when someone abruptly appears in his room, the singing stops, and filament design ceases, and he looks up from his book. There's a new distraction now.
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[personal profile] falkeditupagain 2026-06-19 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Hanna had been up and about early, ready to open the Gazebo for the day. Nothing all that weird had been happening, hed seem some things but the further up the decks the less likely weird shit was happening.

So, whistling to himself he opens the gazebo door, steps through and suddenly he's in The Eleven's prison cabin. The door shuts behind him and he pauses for a moment, taking in his surroundings.

Well shit.

"Well this is awkward."
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[personal profile] falkeditupagain 2026-06-19 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Hanna hadn't exactly wanted there to be a man between him and the door, but he also just barged into his room.

His fist clenches at his side, a little nervous. Ever since he'd been burned to death he'd been pretty wary about blocked exits.

But he cant in good consciousness fight his way out of here without cause.

"Oh? Which one you thinking? You know. Before I leave. Cause I am totally leaving, right after you tell me."
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[personal profile] falkeditupagain 2026-06-19 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, in my defense, I didn't mean to come in. Was supposed to be going to work." He says flatly, raising an eyebrow at the shout.

"I mean, somewhere he's real. Dont get mad at me its not as often as you'd like." Hanna puts his hand in his pocket, slowly, deliberately and eyes the Eleven, watching him cut off The Eight.

"Right then. I'm just gonna go, dude." He starts to walk towards The Eleven, and the door, "since you dont want me in here."
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[personal profile] falkeditupagain 2026-06-19 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
The Eleven is much taller than Hanna, and he looks up at him as if he's sizing him up.

"Yeah, well I'd like to see you try to keep me somewhere I don't want to be." His marker is out of his pocket, trying his best to draw something out of the corner of his eye on his jeans.
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[personal profile] falkeditupagain 2026-06-20 01:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Hanna finishes the rune on his jeans, perhaps overly confident that it will work, but he's got other tricks up his sleeve.

Its almost amusing listening to them bicker if they weren't all essentially torturing the eight and talking about torturing him for fun. "Gosh, you're all pretty chatty, arent you?"

He thinks he can fix that for long enough to escape, and he attempts it, suddenly reaching forward to put his hands on The Eleven, the rune on his jeans lighting up.
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[personal profile] falkeditupagain 2026-06-20 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Sleep comes over the body slowly, like dozing off in the middle of reading a good book. Hanna hadn't expected him to fall over immediately, but he frowns when the man isn't at least a little wobbly.

"You uh, feeling sleepy yet, buddy?" Cause he really hopes he does. He's paused for a moment too long before he tries to think what magic he has in his pocket.

Not enough for this obviously.

A glance down, readjust marker, try to draw a different rune in the time he has. Whether the Eleven let's him or not is entirely up to chance.
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[personal profile] falkeditupagain 2026-06-20 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Hanna has teeny little arms and the Eleven's grip is harsh enough that he almost drops his sharpie.

The revelation that through terrible chances playing roulette his magic has fucked him over gets a groan out of him and he glares up at The Eleven, "Of course, cause my luck sucks. Should have gotten all of you but... I'd like it if you let go of me now, thanks."

Which is when there's a subtle glow from his pocket and the one offense rune he has in there transfers to Eleven's skin like a spectral burn, iron hot and persistent on his hand. It'll be like that for hours, painful but not restrictive. Which is when he attempts to make another go for the door, all one hundred pounds of him.
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[personal profile] falkeditupagain 2026-06-20 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
There is a moment as Hanna is falling to the ground where he wonders if his last trick left in his pocket would even do anything here, whether it would be better to wait, and so he does. It's a risk, now that he's definitely lost his marker, bouncing out of his hand as his elbow hits the floor, his head smacking it sharply.

But Hanna is more than just magic, or at least he used to be. The struggling he attempts to do has less power in it than pre-surgery, he's still working on getting back into shape, and he glares up at the other man, attempting to knee him in the balls, if Gallifreyans even have those.

"It'll hurt until you let me go," He promises him, vision still a little blurry from the knock to the head.
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[personal profile] falkeditupagain 2026-06-20 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
His eyes go wide behind his glasses, heart beating fast. He's gotten the absolute snot beaten out of him before, more than once but generally he makes it through.

He does still fight, starting to yell loudly in the off chance that someone can hear him through the cabin door on the outside, gasping from the pain when the first finger snaps. He's still on the floor, it wouldn't help him get anywhere near the door if he used his protection rune now, but fuck does that hurt.

Breathe through it Hanna, come on, you got this.

"T-that all you got, you crazy motherfucker?"
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[personal profile] falkeditupagain 2026-06-20 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Hanna unfortunately has run out of clever quips at the moment, nodding instead as he bites his cheek hard enough to bleed. He doesn't like the satisfaction in the other man's voice.

Deep breaths, its just fingers. They can be fixed up. He's lived through worse. "G-god you're- youre gonna do every one of them arent you. Taking your fucking time..."
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[personal profile] falkeditupagain 2026-06-20 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"This little piggie wants to shove his foot up your ass." Hanna returns through clenched teeth, bucking again to try and get the bigger man off him.

He's crying now, cant exactly help it, but shit dog is this the worst work shift hes had on a while.
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[personal profile] falkeditupagain 2026-06-21 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
Hanna nearly bites through his tongue as his face is slammed into the floor. It breaks his glasses too, which means he's not going to be able to see very well the rest of this endeavor.

It does the job its supposed to, or at least youd think it did until clumsily, Hanna says, "oh- Oh good...didnt- didnt wanna..." he swallows, tasting copper on his tongue, "see you anyways."

His brain feels like it rattled around in his skull and yet?

"Fuckin' uh- ugly, dude."
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[personal profile] falkeditupagain 2026-06-21 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
Its rather hard to breathe with his face shoved into the ground. His one blue eye catches sight of Eleven out of the corner of it, and inexplicably Hanna chokes out a laugh.

"M'seeing double...does- does that mean they're twenny two of you?" God this sucks. It sucks so hard.

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