Two beds are on either side of this cell, as well as a crude bench and a sink.

::The door is opened and Lirie is thrown in. Wake up when you wish. The door is locked behind you. You cannot escape, even using magic. There is a small CCTV camera in the top corner. Magic does not work on it.::

:: Lirie's eyes flutter open and she slowly takes in the bleak surroudning. Pulling herself up from the floor, she glares around the room trying to understand what's going on. A panicy thought flashes through her mind about the possibility of it being the Israeli secret service coming to bring her in, and she blanches. Her eye catches the camera, she jumps to her feet and screams up at it in hebrew. ::

"You can't do this, you bastards! I have rights! I want to speak with your commandor!"

[The camera moves slightly to follow Lirie's movements.]

"This is fucking ridiculous! You can't lock me in like this! I'm not a hryaking animal! I was going to come back next month, honest!"

:: Still fuming in hebrew, Lirie stares at the camera while her rant. Then her eyes slip to the door and she notices the crack beneath it. But not knowing what it the range of tha camera's view, she can't risk being taped puddlifying. So instead, she grunts and slumps onto one of the bed. ::

"You can at least feed me! Cheap buggers..."

::The door grates open as an unconcious Petunius is thrown in. The door slams and locks behind him.::

:: Lirie stares at the limp figure, recognizing Petunius' mooface immediately. She hurries to his side, kneeling and grop-- err, checking vitals. ::

"PET! Oh no! They got you too!"

:: She glares up at the camera. ::

"He has nothing to do with this! You fucking bastards! Let him go!"

::Petunius groggily wakes up, his head throbbing. Upon seeing his surroundings, he frowns and tries to make sense of it all. Then he sees Lirie.::

"What the fuck is going on?!"

"The fucking beaurocrats got you to get to me. Which is kind of stupid, cause they already got me... stupid fat politician."

:: Lirie grumbles and glares up at the camera again. ::

::Still not quite alert, Lirie's babbling doesn't help any. Petunius frowns at her in confusion.::

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"The Israeli government, of course..."

:: Lirie stares at him like he's bluntly dense and hauls him up, helping him to a cot. ::

"Man, you hit your head pretty badly, didn't you?"

::Petunius frowns at her some more, eventually turning it into a glare.::

"My head's fine. It's just the nonsense you're talking about that I'm not getting. Why the hell would the Israeli government come after me?"

"I'm... do you have a tendency of not listening to me? I told I'm a bloody renegade, man!"

"I think it's pretty clear who the one with the hearing problem is. What does that have to do with me?"

::It's clear from his tone that he's in no mood for any eccentric crap.::

:: Lirie frowns at his tone, recognizing the frosty edge, and straghtens up away from him. She blinks in confusion, franklly not understanding what called for such treatment, and steps away as well, taking a seat on the opposite bed. Poor Puddle isn't familiar with Petunius being mad at her and has no flair for eccentricity anymore. ::

"Umm, don't know."

::Petunius sighs with irritation and gets up off the bed, heading to the door and trying to look outside. Not really seeing anything, he tries to open the door and finds that it's locked. He sighs once more and turns around to notice the whizzing and whirring of the CCTV.::

"The hell? They're watching us? Who the fuck are you, you bastards?"

::He turns around to look at Lirie.::

"Have you tried using your powers to slip out under the door?"

"Good morning, patients. Welcome to AC Asylum. Meals are three times a day and medication is five. Please do not attempt to not take your medication, we will know and we frown deeply on it. Your first dosage will be soon."

::Petunius frowns in confusion and looks around as the voice speaks.::

"What the fuck? AC Asylum?"

(...)

::He turns towards Lirie.::

"So much for your Mission Impossible theory."

::A hatch at the bottom of the door opens and a tray slides in. It contains two cups with three smalls pills in each of them, and two glasses of water. The little window type thing closes. It can only be opened from the outside.::

::Petunius warily eyes the tray full of medication, then looks towards the camera.::

"Let me get this straight. You drag me here from my home, in the middle of the night and expect me to obediently take some dubious looking pills? Screw that!"

"Please refrain from disobedience, Petunius. It would not do well in your favour."

"I'm stuck in a freakin' nut house with no explanation whatsoever. Things aren't exactly in my favour right now."

:: Lirie blinks owlishly at the provided information and the proffered medications. Her heart begins to pummel as she understand that she's in an asylum, all the blood rushing to her face as she is deafened by the ruthloess pounding in her ears. When she speaks, however, her voice is as normal as ever, even if slightly flat. ::

"Woo, a paid vacation..."

:: Squashing the paralysis, Lirie narrows her eyes at the camera with a glare. ::

"You fucking bastards! You have to right! We've perfectly sane! Well, I am; he's a nympho. What am I talking about-- this is illegal, you idiots! This is kidnapping! I demand to see my lawyer!"

::Petunius sighs and glances over at Lirie, the memories of her ramblings at P3 still fresh in his mind and as a result, his mood not getting any better.::

"You know what? They probably had the right idea putting you in here. You'll probably sic your "Aunt Mureal" on me."

::He does the air quote thing.::

:: Lirie furrows her brows, staring at Petunius. ::

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Figure it out yourself. You didn't have trouble airing your thoughts back at P3."

:: Lirie continues to stare at him. ::

"What? Is this about me thinking you did Phoebe? Bah, but I thought you did! You were all shifty and looking at her, and her shirt was misbuttoned... what was I supposed to think?"

::Petunius just stares at Lirie in disbelief, his mind just not grasping how someone could be so callous in the way that she was and act as if everything was normal.::

"Are you completely retarded or is your utter ignorance and stupidity for my benefit? You didn't think period. If you can't even see what the fuck it was that you did wrong, then I seriously wonder if you even have the capacity to fucking think!"

::Glares and seethes.::

:: Blinks. ::

(Is he PMSing?)

"Now that's just mean... and untrue. I do a lot of thinking... sometimes... maybe... erm. But the hell are you so snippy?! This is nothing new! What, was it that bad?"

"YOU FUCKING SHRIEKED IT TO THE WHOLE FUCKING CLUB, YOU MINDLESS MORON!"

:: Lirie halts, staring at him for a moment, before the realization dawned on her. ::

"Oh my... meep! Did I do that thing I do with my voice when it rises in decibles and be's all shrieky and disturbing? Shit, didn't even notice..."

:: Her eyes trails away guiltily and she bites her lip. Now understanding why Petunius is so pissy, she slumps against the wall and looks at him. ::

"But come now, it was P3! Music, people, shouting, no one probably even heard it. And if the did, they probably thought I'm a random drunk... they have loads of those there."

::Petunius sighs and gives up. Hell, taking those damn pills looks pretty good right now compared to talking to her. He seriously considers it for a moment before walking over to the camera.::

"Hey! You can hear me, right? If you get me out of this cell and into another one I promise not to be disobedient. I'll do anything other than be stuck here with her! She's a delusional lunatic!"

"Please take your medication."

"Pet! Come on, you're exaggerating! So I yelled across the club where you work that you did the owner... big deal!"

(I'm sure most of the bartenders been there, done that and all they got was this lousy fatal STD...)

"Which reminds me, when was the last time you've checked yourself? Perhaps a couple of blood tests can't hurt..."

::Petunius takes his shoe off and hurls it at Lirie's head.::

"EEK!"

:: Lirie ducks just in time, but the shoes bounces off the wall and hits her head from behind. Grabbing the shoe, she chucks it back at Petunius while rubbing her head sulkily. ::

"Take the fucking pills, will ya? Perhaps they have some horse tranquilizers there."

:: <_<. ::

::Petunius moves out of the way of Lirie's crap aim, letting the shoe slide harmlessly onto the floor.::

"You need them more, you moronic shrew."

"Your PMSing and I don't think I like your tone, mister..."

"Bite me."

[In case it's not obvious, your powers don't work.]