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[anatural]

WHO: Korra and Hei
WHAT: Korra and Hei wake up trapped in separate rooms in a testing facility. (NSFW)

[Deep within the Aperture facilities is a division which everyone knows about yet aren't really sure exists. It's run by a fork of the GLaDOS AI known as the "G-spot."

The nature of its testing imperative should be obvious.

What isn't obvious to Korra when she wakes up is why she's here. Also where she is. And why her vagina feels exposed even though she's wearing weird metal underwear under her regular clothes.

G-spot is still repairing her audio systems after GLaDOS' little fiasco.]

Hello? Hello?! [Korra is sorely tempted to start throwing her bending around and kick up a storm, but she doesn't want to waste her energy until her captor shows his face. (Obviously she doesn't realize her captor is a computer. She also doesn't realize that one of the walls is a one-way window, allowing whoever's in the other room to see her without her seeing them.)]

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[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei doesn't bother to glance at the disgruntled Korra. In two fast strides, he's trailing after the woman. Not a scientist, by the looks of it, The clothes, the attitude, the expression -- it's all wrong. He stares at the back of her head, at the crown where three months of outgrown hair-dye marks the date of occupation as clearly as a tree ring. Her eyes, from what he can glimpse of them, remind him of a cross between an animal in a zoo, and a prisoner in a concentration camp -- sullen, vacant and opiated from her confinement. ]

[ Threading his pervasive disquiet into a blanket voice of sharpness, he asks, ]

Has someone assigned you to show us around? Or is this just what you do?

[anatural]

HEY! [How dare they ignore her like that?! Korra jumps to her feet and runs after them.] Stop!

[The woman ignores Korra, and barely decides to answer Hei.]

We all take turns. Whoever runs this place is still making repairs. Don’t ask me from what.

[She stops in front of a room.] These two rooms are empty. The caféteria’s down there. The food is shit, but you can eat whenever you want. If you need to go to the bathroom, just push this button. [She pulls up her shirt and points to a small green dot on the metal underwear.] Your junk will be portaled to the waste room. Some sicko will wipe you clean.

[Korra scowls. She's torn between the impulse to start throwing punches until she gets answers, and a deep-seated need to curl up and process everything that's happened. Her head feels foggy, her legs weak, and her insides ache from the pounding.

Yeah. Time to curl up. She goes into one of the rooms and slams the door behind her.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ There is a gut-shock, cold and slow and spreading, as Hei tries to assemble all the bits of info. His gaze flicks briefly to Korra, who stomps into one of the rooms -- his penis still flopping between her legs, the goopy balloon of the condom clinging to the head. She slams the door shut behind her, and despite the unreality of their settings, it carries all the visual fanfare of a classic sulky teenager. ]

[ Wisely, he opts to leave her be. At least for the moment. Glances at the woman, giving her a cursory nod -- not thanks, but acknowledgement -- before he swivels on his heel and heads to explore the layout of the facility in better detail. Hunger gnaws at his belly, but he's not ready to try the food yet. There's no guarantee it's not drugged or poisoned. A shower and a reconnaissance-run, though? That should help him burn off enough of the adrenaline -- still on full-simmer despite two orgasms and an exhausting day -- until he's calm enough to get some sleep. ]

[ He'll formulate a better escape strategy once his head is clear. ]