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Sensory deprivation meme

the SENSORY DEPRIVATION meme:
You know those things you rely on to navigate you properly through life?
Senses? Yeah, well, kiss those goodbye.

(TRIGGER WARNING: This meme deals with the loss of senses:
blindness, inability to feel. If the concept of blindness, deafness
and/or the loss of any of your senses bothers you, please do NOT play this meme)

✖ Post with your character name/fandom/options for scenarios
(ie; het/slash fluff/smut) and your prompt.
✖ Use RNG to pick your numbers.
1-5 for regular senses, 6-10 for moral sense, 11-16 for cracky senses.

The Basic Five

1. Sense of Sight - Whether you woke up that way, had an accident, a brain tumor expanded or you had a bad reaction to something, you're now blind. Fully and completely. Watch out for that bu--*wince*

2. Sense of Smell - Did someone step in dog crap? It could be you, but you'd never know. You've lost your sense of smell. I guess there's no stopping by the roses for you, huh?

3. Sense of Hearing - "I'M NOT YELLING!!" Yes, yes you are. And no matter how loud you crank AC/DC, you're never hearing Highway to Hell again. Guess I shouldn't have gotten you the Stones compalition CD's, huh?

4. Sense of Taste - No, it doesn't taste like chicken. In fact, it doesn't taste like anything. Perfect time to get that friend that burns everything to cook for you - at least it'll make them happy and you can smile through the whole ordeal.

5. Sense of Touch - Where'd you get that bruise? Or that gaping knife wound? No clue. You have utterly lost the ability to feel anything, like your body is enveloped in fuzzy packing tape. Punch the wall all you want, you ain't gonna feel anything.

The Guiding Factors

6. Sense of Right and Wrong - Tripping people that get in your way? Taking candy from babies? Killing someone that hurt you and yours? All sound like pretty good ideas right about now. Your entire moral code has been thrown into the 'grey' area. There is no right or wrong, only what you want.

7. Sense of Decency - Things that just 'aren't done' are in play for you now. Evicting old ladies and orphans because they can't pay? Pff. Good. Lousy Mooching leeches. Hitting on that underage and naive little thing? Puh-leeze, they're an easy mark. Deflower, deport and debauch yourself to your heart's content.

8. Sense of Self - You don't even know who you are anymore. What are you doing with your life? What's it all mean? What the hell's it for? Why even bother to get up in the morning? Are you going to go try and 'find' yourself? Or just give up?

9. Sense of Preservation - Your life? Means about as much as a mouse fart. Why should you step out of the way of that speeding train? You were there first. Mouthing off to that huge, angry, overpumped steroid-faced goon sounds like a good idea too. He took your seat. And he smells.

10. Sense of Empathy - That ability that lets you put yourself in the shoes of others, to relate to them? Gone. No, you don't know what they're feeling, and quite frankly, you don't want to. You have your own things to deal with, and they're much more important. Why? Because they're yours.

The Quirky Ones

11. Sense of Humor - Wait, am I supposed to laugh now? You have to take your cue from those around you, laughing when they do, usually a little bit late and a little too long. Not even a fart joke will crack a smile.

12. Sense of Direction - You couldn't find your ass with both hands. Literally. You tried. And wound up getting thrown in the clink for inappropriate conduct with a nun. Don't drop the soa-- Too late.

13. Sense of Modesty - So what if you're using a belt as a skirt. It looks good, right? Bending over and showing off too much isn't an issue for you, neither is changing in the middle of the store if you just have to wear that cute little shirt now.

14. Sense of Fashion - Yes, you think a pink polka-dotted bikini top goes just smashingly with the neon green bellbottoms. Bubblewrap tops? Freakin' awesome. Put it on and flaunt it, and watch people's eyes bleed.

15. Sense of Timing - "What do you mean now's a bad time?" Yes, because you think trying to pick up a girl at her husband's funeral is a good thing. What? She's single. You're late to everything. A clock? Wassat? Strange, foreign words...

16. Mix and Match - You poor bastard, you've lost more than one sense. 2? 3? The whole lot? Who knows, that's up to you.

(reposted from memebells@lj, originally here)

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James settled in with a sigh, but it was pretty obvious that not only was Sharon not falling asleep, she also wasn't really all that relaxed. "Hey. Sleep. Stop thinking about what happened and get some rest."

She grunted. "You're supposed to be sleeping, you know. If you were really asleep, you wouldn't notice that I'm not asleep."

"I just said sleep sounded good, not that I was going to fall asleep. Not until you do, anyways." He smiled and held her a bit closer, as best as he could. "At least try and relax."

She grumbled and buried her face against his chest before settling down. They weren't safe here. He wasn't safe here. And she was hardly going to abandon him when he was in danger. He had to get better, and fast.

But he already knew that. Telling him yet again wasn't going to help anything.

She forced herself to relax, and gradually she pulled it off. It took several minutes before her muscles went lax beneath his fingers and her breathing steadied, but she slowly drifted into sleep again.

When James woke again, he found himself disoriented. He'd been able to see in his dream, and to open his eyes and find himself back in the blackness... He sighed a little and let his head fall to the side.

James got to work testing his limbs as best as he could with Sharon still asleep on him. And despite having just been tranquilized, his body was responding better than before. He could move his feet without having to have them warmed up, though his knees did little more than twitch even when he tried. He rolled his wrists and that worked too, but again movement in his elbows was beyond him.

Still, it was a good sign. He was improving, at last. Soon enough, he would have control of his body again. He could live without his sight, so long as he had his body. He trusted his body. It had never betrayed him, even when Hydra had taken over his mind.

James sighed softly and leaned back in bed, just listening to Sharon breathing against his chest. He could feel her warm breath through the thin hospital gown, the tickle of her hair over his right arm. It was soothing. She hadn't changed, either. He'd been worried, at first. When he'd first woken up, he wasn't sure if she would be there. If Salazar hadn't killed her because he hadn't finished his mission. But she was here now, and of all the people in the world, she was the only one he trusted with his life.

She didn’t wake up for a long time, and when she finally woke, she didn’t move. The room was quiet except for his heartbeat and his breathing, and she listened to them as she slowly gained consciousness. They didn’t get to wake up peacefully very often these days; she wanted to enjoy one of the few times it happened.

At length, though, she forced herself to shift and look him over. He hadn’t been murdered during the night; that was good. “Morning.”

James smiled. "Morning. I'm glad... we both got sleep. And I can move my fingers and wrist without much trouble." Might as well tell her the good news right away, or he'd get in trouble for not telling her sooner. "My fingers feel tingly, but they're moving, which is the best news I've had since I woke up with you there."

Sharon beamed at him. "Really?" She slid her hand along his arm, intertwining their fingers as she craned her neck upwards. "Best news I've heard in a long time, too."

She pressed her lips to his and smiled. He was getting better. He could keep getting better. Neither of them would feel so helpless soon.

God, she hoped neither of them felt so helpless soon.

"Elbows are a no go, as are knees... but I think if you move them for me at first, they'll wake back up." He smiled and turned, trying to guess where exactly her face was so he could kiss her.

James missed, but not by much - he managed to kiss the skin between Sharon's nose and her lips and pulled back with a laugh. "Sorry. Bad vision, y'know."

She dropped her head so that they were cheek to cheek and chuckled quietly. "Yeah, I think I heard something about that."

She pulled back and sat beside him. Gently, she bent his arm nearly as far as it could go, slowly unbent it, and then repeated the process.

"Have you thought about what you want to do when you're able to walk on your own again? Not long-term. Short-term. Like taking a walk out to the living room couch or something."

"The first thing I'm going to do when my legs will support me... Use the bathroom like a normal person." It wasn't even close. He let her bend his elbow, flexing his fingers at the same time. "You have no idea how much I want to be able to pee without a catheter in, Sharon." James smiled and turned his face towards her. Her hands were light but firm on him, gentle but pushing his body as far as it was able to go at this point.

She threw her head back and laughed.

She continued to chuckled as she bent his other arm.

"Wow. Sexy," she teased. She leaned in to kiss his cheek. "Sounds like damn good motivation to get off your ass, though."

James laughed, "The second thing I'm going to do is pin you to the bed and kiss you all over." He smiled when she kissed his cheek, resting his other arm around her waist.

She hummed. "I like that motivation more," she admitted. "Though in the meantime, it looks like I'm the one who's got you pinned. Just have to stop thinking about that catheter first," she teased.

She bent his arm a couple more times before moving down to his feet and bending his knees. "How's that feel?"

James huffed quietly, "I didn't say what I was gonna kiss." He doubted he would be well enough for a while to hike Sharon's legs over his shoulders anyways.

He groaned when she moved his legs, though. "Like I just ran a marathon... I feel like my legs are jelly."

Sharon raised an eyebrow. "Then the sooner we get you up and moving, the better," she teased.

She gently patted his foot and bent his leg again. "Tell me when to stop." She grinned a little as she straightened his leg all the way. "My cover as a nurse just keeps coming in handy."

"I didn't say it hurts," he said, curling his toes a little. "Feels good." He could feel the blood starting to flow again, which was a relief. "You should do my shoulders next," James told her, closing his eyes.

“To help your arms or so you can have a shoulder rub?” She kept bending his legs, encouraged when he wiggled his toes.

“And it occurs to me that to give you a shoulder rub, I’m going to have to either pin you down or get under you. Unless you think you want to roll over, and I’ll do your whole back.”

James laughed. "Both, maybe..." Did he think he could roll over? Not without help. "But we should probably just stick to helping my arms... Nurses are probably going to be upset if you roll me over and can't get me back onto my back." He arched his foot, spreading his toes a little.

"Touch the bottom of my foot. I think I'll be able to feel it."

She took his foot in her hands and rubbed it for a moment before trailing a finger lightly along the bottom. Her eyes stayed focused on his face, alert for any change.

"Well?"

James could feel it, but like somebody was touching his foot if it was asleep. It was a distant sensation, like it wasn't his foot he was feeling being touched, but somebody else's. "Well I'm not ticklish... But I can feel it. That's good, right?" He leaned his head back. He liked to imagine he was looking at the ceiling. He tried to imagine it now.

Imagining a plain drop tile ceiling was boring, but it was comforting. It was much better than imagining a network of pipes and concrete ceilings.

"I'm glad you're here, Sharon. I don't know what I would do if I was alone now. I spent a lot of time strapped down to a bed when Hydra was conditioning me. Sometimes I was blindfolded. They wanted to wear me down and make me pliable. It worked. They left me in there for days at a time. There was nobody to talk to. I was gagged so I couldn't even talk to myself. The silence was... horrifying."

He wasn't sure why he was talking about this. He didn't like talking about this. Talking about it brought him back to that time. But with Sharon here... Sharon wouldn't abandon him. She hadn't abandoned him. She wouldn't.

"I think if you were gone... They'd probably have to keep me sedated."

She moved to the other foot and rubbed that one. "Are you kidding? It's great. You're going to be up and about in no time."

Her hands slowed as he started talking about Hydra. She couldn't imagine how he must have suffered, alone and with wanting hope that he might be rescued. Maybe he'd never had hope once he'd found himself in a Hydra facility.

Gently, she set his foot on the bed. Instead of getting off the bed and letting him feel her absence, she crawled up and lay against him. Her fingers smoothed down his hair. "I'm here," she murmured. "And I'm not going anywhere."

She scooted up a little more and softly kissed the corner of his lips. She wasn't sure how to console him - she'd never been much good at comforting people - but she could at least reassure him that she was there.

James turned his face back to Sharon. "Thank you, Sharon." He relaxed back with a small sigh. It really was a relief, to have Sharon not shying away from him, even after all she knew about him. Sharon knew just how badly he'd been hurt by Hydra, what they'd done. She was the only one who had been able to look past that. Other people lingered on it, tried to make that his entire being. Not her.

"I'm really glad neither of us shot each other that first time we met," he said, trying to smile.

She cracked out a laugh at that. "Or that you didn't let me die on that beach," she agreed.

Her thumb stroked his temple as she remembered that first meeting, how horrified and out of her depth she'd been, yet stubbornly trying to arrest him all the same.

"I never could figure out why you didn't kill me," she admitted. "You could have. Several times over." She dropped her forehead to his shoulder. "And God, it pissed me off so much. You were so blase about it, too. I wanted to freaking strangle you right there on the sidewalk."

James laughed. "I thought it was funny. You were so pissed at me and you wanted to kill me but you knew you were out of your depth. You wouldn't leave me alone. And I knew it was driving you crazy that I wasn't killing you, or even trying to hurt you."

He curled his arm around Sharon a bit more closely. "Then after that, you were useful to me. It was still funny. Peggy Carter's niece, partnered up with the man who undermined so much of her work..." He shrugged.

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Done with play, moved into the house, should be good to go!

Nice!

So nice! So much pressure off!

Yeah, I bet. Glad you're back, too :)

More time for these two dorks!

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