In which I watch bad movies and make a meme vaguely based on them: my life in six parts

[weebsock]

YOU ARE NOT MY ENEMY
A slave/reluctant master romance(?) meme


The seed of the idea has existed for ages, perhaps as long as there has been the concept of enemies among humanity - so, a long time. It goes as follows:

You are in an unfamiliar and dangerous territory, most likely the home of your enemy. Whether there is a war raging in the background or just barely-bandaged hostility is irrelevant. Your safety does not depend on that. Instead, you are an example. Your freedom is forfeit. A prisoner is what you are...no, you're a slave. And you're given to someone for service or for entertainment.

You're prepared to hate your new "master." Who wouldn't? Slowly, however, you realize that things aren't as they seem. Your master is no cruel owner; in fact, they don't even want to own you. But they are as much of a pawn in this scheme as you are. Still, they show you kindness and their subtle rebellion fans the flames of your own. Over time, your feelings towards them begin to change. It may be some sort of Stockholm Syndrome or it may be a true emotion, yet either way, something fragile and perhaps even beautiful is growing between the the two of you. Could this be love? If it is or if it isn't, there's one certainty: if you are found out, it will be the end, most likely, of you both.

This is the situation your character finds themselves in. Are they master? Slave? How do they accept their fate? Their new feelings towards their "master"/"slave"? All of this is up to you, as well as how this all ends for the pair.

Of course, there's a precedent for it ending badly and bloody, for obvious reasons.

HOW TO PLAY

• Comment with your character, preferences, and other information like any character info, what position your character is likely to fill, or smut/lack thereof preferences.
• Reply to others.
• Feel free to use the below prompts and ideas.

POSITIONS

1. Slave
2. Reluctant Master

ATTITUDE

1. Willing: You'll take the past of least resistance and try to keep your head down.
2. Unwilling: Well, "unwilling" is sort of implied in general, but you are especially rebellious and refuse to be tamed. You throw any kindness you receive back in the giver's face. When you begin to feel something for your "master," you reject that as much as you possibly can.

ENDING

1. Good: The idealized, happy ending. You both get away from the system that keeps you chained and live freely together.
2. Bad: The realistic ending. Your little affair is unearthed and your heads end up on the chopping block.

Comments

[redheadedcaptain]

Tauriel's eyes widen in alarm as McCoy suddenly moves in close and hauls her properly upright. Sluggish as she still is, she stumbles as she's towed along, and hates both herself for stumbling and McCoy for towing her along like this. His closing remark to his fellows hadn't been missed. She doesn't want that. Doesn't want him. Hopefully, if he is sufficiently determined, he'll wind up leading her to a sufficiently isolated location that she can demonstrate as much and get away without drawing the wrath of everyone who isn't her down on her head.

She isn't entirely confident that she can, as weak as she is now, but is quickly resolved to make a fight of it. In the meantime, the slave finds herself on her feet and being herded out of the meeting chamber, into the hallway, and just generally further away. By the time McCoy deems them sufficiently isolated, Tauriel is wound up to the point that she visibly flinches as the scanner is pulled out. She doesn't recognize it or what it's meant to do.

"No." She lies stubbornly on both counts. The scanner will show otherwise - some badly healed broken bones, muscles abused and neglected, the echoes of old infections that burned themselves out without treatment. Nothing in and of itself is life-threatening, but there's a lot of old damage, and it's lead to a lot of aches and pains she's learned to ignore.

In part, it's pride. In part, it's because the walls really do have ears.

[drlmccoy]

Just as he suspected. Leonard scowled.

"That's going to be a damn problem, then." He switched out his scanner for another pack. He put his hand underneath her arm and pulled out a hypospray loaded with a cocktail of antivirus and antibiotics and proteins that will set to work in repairing her muscles and infections properly. He pressed it against her neck and hit the trigger to quickly dispatch them so that they could get to work. The broken bones, however, will need to be taken cared of on ship. A quick scan let him know that his concoction was doing its work.

He hauled her up again, hoping the cocktail would make her pliant enough to follow along with him, before growling at others to let him on the shuttle to get back to the Enterprise.

He made himself sound as menacing as possible at anyone who dared to cross his path.

[redheadedcaptain]

Curiosity and, yes, a small spark of hope, kept Tauriel still as she was pulled forward and a strange device aimed at her neck. All the same, a momentary stab of pain made her snarl in shock more than anything, trying to pull sharply away. The world tilted a little crazily, and she found herself stumbling instead. One hand went to her neck. "What in the...?"

And then she was being hauled along again, too unsteady on her feet to do much of anything but follow while trying not to fall. But not too unsteady to demand, despite the tenuous situation: "What have you done?!" Her body was already starting to ache as the proteins went to work knitting her back together.

[drlmccoy]

"Try not to move so much, your body's repairing itself," Leonard said quietly. "Scotty, two to beam up. Send me directly to the med bay."

He hated it but they had to make a quick exit. When he materialized again on the pad, he hauled her, Tauriel, up onto her feet (damn amazon woman towering over him) and onto one of the biobeds so that he could get a proper scan.

"What the hell did they do to you down there?" he murmured. "We should be able to set you back to fighting shape in no time."