Jaye was spending a lot of time frowning at her breakfast. Why couldn't they have what they had yesterday? That'd been good, at least.

(No, it hadn't.)

Yeah, even Kate (who had pretty low food standards) wasn't eating this. She wouldn't feed it to her non-existent dog.

She was however considering the merits of flicking it at one or other of her fellow prisoners.

After feeling a bit down yesterday and not really touching his food, Zayne was back to a more neutral place today. Still confident that eventually things would work out, less confident that the food wouldn't kill him. By bludgeoning.

Jonothon spent his afternoon on his feet, and pacing, today. There was an... an itch in the back of his head, pieces of a puzzle slowly being fitted back into place and some of those pieces were bits of his own broken self.

He hadn't realized until the other day just how fragmented he'd let himself become over the years. But now, with Liara's help, he was scrounging around the edges of his self for pieces that he'd never allowed into the equation, and besides that low, seething anger that had been keeping him tethered in sanity, there was something else, too.

Oh... was that was confidence felt like?

Sookie was more alert today than she'd been in weeks. She looked around the room, studying each of her fellow prisoners.

They were a powerful group. Smart, too. How had this happened to them?

She wanted to go away, to create a safe space in her head to share with Bobby, but not today. She wouldn't weaken herself again today, as much as she wanted to.

She spent her hours working against her mind, keeping herself in the present and focusing on the here and now. The coolness of the floor, the sound of the others breathing and talking, the brightness of the lights.

She was here.

Goose was not talking to himself but rather he was playing over in his mind various conversations and training exercises that he had had at Wolf Den before the incident had happened.

Wolf Den wasn't exactly a happy memory but he preferred that to the constant reminder of being locked up in detention. It at least gave him a distraction every now and then when he would let himself think of the other Supertroopers as he wondered what they were doing right at that moment.

"Oh, man," muttered Britta, with a side-eye towards anyone who might be listening right now, "I would do anything for a cigarette right now..."

And that side-eye included a not-nearly-as-subtle-as-she-thought implication that she meant it, too. Hey, you never knew until you tried. She'd actually like a whole lot more than just a cigarette, but this was the longest she'd been sober since she was probably fourteen, and she was getting a little desperate.

Do you know how horrible it is to wake up with a song stuck in your head when you were stuck in a place there was pretty much no hope of getting it out? It's pretty damn horrible, okay?

She was trying not to hum out loud, but let's just say 99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall had turned into 999 Bottles of Beer on the Wall just because she knew she was going to need way more than 99 verses to keep herself occupied today.

Liara wasn't talking to herself either. She was finally back up on her feet, earnest eyes shining bright as she walked around detention and looked towards her fellow prisoners.

She was finally starting to learn how to discern one human from another. That was exciting.

April was giving up on shoes today. Actually, she was giving up on a lot of things related to looking presentable, and was considering laying on the ground and making floor angels.

So far she hadn't yet, but it was a near thing.

Bobby wasn't talking to himself! Or even Emma. Or... anyone, at the moment, really. He'd retreated into silence after Raven's visit yesterday and apparently planned on staying there for a while.

Rinoa skipped breakfast. Rinoa couldn't eat. Squall was in agony. And had given up. And wasn't looking for her. And was in just as much pain as she was.

The two thoughts battered at her fragile mind. That Squall was suffering, as much as if he were in here, and that Squall had given up. She had broken him: that was bad. He was no longer looking for her: that was ... she didn't know if it was worse.

If she had broken Squall, did it even matter if she got out of here?

She closed her eyes and tried to make herself very very small.