Jiggling the doorknob was remarkably useless.

"Come on, let me out."

There was giggling on the other side of the door. "No way."

"Could we at least have our clothes back?"

The other occupier of the room sighed. "This is July you‘re asking."

"Damnit. Good point." He kicked the door. It didn‘t even rattle. "Could you at least turn off the cameras!?"

The little red pinlight of the camera that had been secured in one of the corners obligingly turned off.

"I‘m surprised that worked," the one on the bed said.

"I am too." There was still giggling on the other side of the door. He banged against the door. "I‘d like to point out slash DOESN‘T HAPPEN THIS WAY!"

"Course it does," a different feminine voice said.

He goggled. "What, you too, Trojie!? I am NOT going to get into his trousers!"

"I‘m not even wearing trousers," the other man pointed out.

"Shut up, I‘m trying to forget the fact we‘re locked in here stark naked."

The other man sighed. "Well, how‘d they get you?"

"July sent me what she said was a good Heroes fic."

"And you looked?"

"Yeah." He scowled. "And then got promptly knocked out by a sledgehammer. You?"

"Mobbed during a recording session."

"This isn‘t ‘oh woe is me I got kidnapped by July' time, guys! I mean, seriously, it happens to everyone." JulyFlame called, from the other side of the door. "Slash, now!"

"NEVER!"

"She‘s not going to let us out until we do, you know."

He banged his head against the door. "But I‘m STRAIGHT! Heterosexual! I. Do. Not. Like. Guys!"

"We can fix that," July said, in a singsong voice. He heard some whispering, and then the giggling burst into outright pure laughter.

"What!? What are you planning?"

The other man sighed and swept his hair away from his face. "Now you‘ve done it." There was a hissing noise from the air vent. "Well, that doesn‘t sound so good."

"July, I hate you!" He paused. "And how the hell are you taking this so well, anyway?"

"It's happened a few times."

There was a bit of choked laughter, and on the other side of the door, July said, in between bursts of laughter, "Hate!Sex will fix that!"

"But I don‘t hate him! I hate you! And I hardly even know him, I mean, I've barely talked to H-" He stopped, and suddenly flushed. "Augh. July, what did you do!?"

"Ahahahahaha- Lustin- hahaha- gas!" There was a brief thunk on the other side of the door as July fell to the ground laughing.

"Damn, I hate you."

"Well, we might as well get on with it," the other man pointed out. "Free will is better than none, right?"

"True," he admitted, and went to the bed. He flopped down on it.

The other man murmured before he laid down as well. "You know, you have nice hair. Good colour, red..."

"Oh sod it."