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[Each inmate wakes up in a cell, with no memory of arriving there or of putting on the full body orange jumpsuit. There is a moderately chunky tablet wired into one of their arms, with dials on the side to flick through the different menus, including a limited note-taking function and a map

None of them are alone in their cells, either.

Whether they choose to leave their cell and explore or just stay and get to know their new roommate, it becomes clear that this place isn't anything like any of them have ever seen. For some, it's devoid of anything even remotely familiar. The door labeled Counselor's office is locked. The Counselor's office and the kitchen and mess hall all have placards stating hours when they're closed - or in the former's case, when "private office hours" will be held.

However they while away the next couple of hours, it seems like they're mostly alone on the ship. For a while, anyway.]

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profiles

[nightcure]

[ Noctis looks at the profile. Then at Mako. ]

Is that why someone screwed up your arm?

[chides]

No!

[ oh my god. ]

No, just--I don't even know how this happened, okay?

[nightcure]

Got it. Mysterious injury. Spooky.

[ He shrugs, though. ]

Wonder if whoever brought us here did that.

[chides]

I swear. I don't know how it got here.

[ just in case that was sarcasm??? ]

I wouldn't be surprised. They needed a way to knock us all out somehow. Got any injuries on you?

[nightcure]

I believe you.

[ He rolls his head along his shoulders, then shrugs his shoulders back a little. ]

Not that I can feel. But I'm definitely more sore than usual.

[ That might be from riding in a car, though. ]

[chides]

[ hm. he brushes his hand against one of the walls, then turns his palm upwards and brings it closer towards him again. ]

...I'm gonna try something.

[ suddenly, there's a small little flame inside of his hand??? ]

[nightcure]

Huh.

[ Doesn't look like elemancy. Noctis crosses his arms. ]

Guess it's only small stuff.

[chides]

Nope.

[ suddenly, that flame turns into a fire dagger, and mako immediately heads for the wall--

and then he remembers the rules. ]

Argh--never mind. It's too risky.

[nightcure]

What, you're taking that one rule seriously? We don't even know if there's a "Counselor" here.

[chides]

Like I said, too risky. I'd rather not find out what the consequences are right now when there's still a lot that needs to be done.

[nightcure]

Good point. Guess we just wait around an see what's up.

[ He tries to access his own powers--that is, he tries to summon a sword, but obviously it doesn't work. To Mako, it probably just looks like Noctis is standing there looking incredibly frustrated. ]

Nope. Nothing.

[chides]

[ it's...kind of a strange sight to see, but mako can sort of guess what he tried to do, given the situation. ]

Were you trying to be-- [ no it's not bending mako ] er, use your...abilities?

[nightcure]

Yep. Tried to summon one of my weapons.

[ "One of." ]

[chides]

[ one of... ]

Did they do something to mess with your powers, too?

[ that's weird...mako can make a dagger just fine but this guy can't summon a weapon? ]

[nightcure]

Yeah. I can't access elemancy or my warpstrike, either.

[ Or his summons, but he doesn't know about that yet. ]

[chides]

Not sure what that means other than you're powerless.

[ literally powerless. he's...concerned. ]

Could you stand out of the way for a second?

[nightcure]

Yeah, basically.

[ He crosses his arms, but does as Mako asks. ]

Gonna show me something cool?

[chides]

Hoping I can.

[ alright...here goes nothing: mako extends his arms, and both of them should be expecting something cool to happen but

nothing.

he tries again. and again. nothing. ]

I can't...I can't do it!

[nightcure]

You tried something bigger than flameknife, right?

[chides]

Yeah. It didn't work. But...I can still bend. I just--I can't do that, for whatever reason.

[nightcure]

Probably anything bigger than that would mean trouble for whoever brought us here.

[chides]

So not only did they screw up our profiles, but they took away our powers, too?

[ sheesh. ] But how? How can they just--do something like that?

[nightcure]

I've got no idea, but that's exactly what they did.

[chides]

[ an angry grunt, and then mako starts tapping at his forearm. ]

Maybe it's the thing on our arms that's messing with everything. Not like we can remove it safely, but that's gotta be it.