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the captivity meme

You've been captured -- or maybe you've been held captive for a while now. Whatever the case, you've lost your freedom, and there's a specific person responsible for that. You might be a prisoner, a mental patient, a kidnap victim, or someone's pet. Maybe you're there willingly, or maybe the choice has been taken away from you completely.
Both smut and non-smut scenarios are possible. If you don't want to play smut, please indicate so in the title line of your tag.
1. Leave a tag with your character. Be sure to include any limits on what you are willing to play, as this meme has the potential to be triggering.
2. Someone else tags in and uses RNG to generate a number between 1 and 9. The second character is holding the first character captive now.
3. ???
4. Profit!
Scenarios
1. For their own good. Does this person really think they could make it on their own? It's a big, scary world out there, and you need to protect them from it, whether they like it or not.
2. For the good of society. Forget protecting this person -- it's your duty to protect the world from them! Maybe they committed a terrible crime, or maybe they were falsely condemned, but it's your job to keep them locked up where they can't do any more harm.
3. Because they're not well. How's your bedside manner? Whether you're Florence Nightingale or Mildred Ratched, you're in the position of ministering to the mentally ill. Maybe this person genuinely needs your help, or maybe you're just turning a blind eye to their true sanity.
4. For the money. Higher aims? What higher aims? This person is your meal ticket, and they're staying put until their loved ones pay up.
5. For their love. It might be a case of yandere, or it might be a consenting BDSM relationship. Whether it's by mutual agreement or by force, you're keeping them simply because you love them.
6. Because they're cute and fluffy. Who's a cutesy wutesy? They are! Yes, they are! This person is your pet now. Maybe they're a different species from you, or maybe you just don't care that you're both people. Maybe you're even an alien zookeeper looking after a new acquisition.
7. Because they're your property. Slave? Livestock? Who cares what they think - they're your property, and you decide their fate.
8. For the lulz. Hey, what's a little bondage between friends? You'll let them go, once you're done laughing and snapping photos... maybe.
9. Choose a scenario, or combine several.
no subject
You're not him.
no subject
I wasn't aware I was trying to be.
no subject
Now get out.
no subject
She takes an obliging step towards the door, then stops, turning to ask him over her shoulder]
What are you keeping everything here for, Dr. Watson?
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[The truth of it is, though, not that he hopes (though he still does), but it's that he can't let go. If he boxes it up, and sends it away, then he's really not going to come back and complain about having to replace it all.
If he puts it away to collect dust, or give away to some school children, then he's really dead. John has said it before, he said it out loud to his therapist, and then he refused to say it again.
Saying it out loud didn't change anything, it just made it hurt worse. His voice catches as he speaks again, and he hates himself for it.]
Please leave.
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But she doesn't, as she nods and walks out the door. She doesn't tell him because he will know for himself soon enough. The return of Sherlock Holmes to Baker Street is guaranteed, and when he does she will remain dead to the world. And she is selfish and self-serving enough to enjoy her little respite as Irene Adler again, knowing that the holiday would end if the fiction between the two men were broken.
And so she doesn't tell John Watson that Sherlock Holmes is still alive. And she will not tell Sherlock Holmes that John Watson keeps 221B Baker Street exact as it had been.
She is Irene Adler, after everything, and she deals in secrets still.
As she sets foot on the stairs, on her way out of 221B Baker Street, she sends a text to a ghost as she answers him.] Goodbye, Dr. Watson.
Meet me in Dublin. Let's have dinner.