PEACE WEEKEND

[airlockedmods]

[One week into your prison sentence, and so far...nothing much has happened. Sure, you've been dragged to a space jail in an unknown world for crimes you may or may not be aware of, but at least the place is pretty decent, and so are many of the people. Even the most unlikely of you have probably made at least a few friends by now, right?

The weekend is quiet; the Counselor and other staff are sticking to their regular routines. Seems like you're still free to do as you please until the next group therapy session.]

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[andneversaydie]

[yeah the chair ruse .... was a DISTARCTION, after she tosses one she immediately begins scrambling toward the kitchen]

Come on!

[theunderseen]

Right behind ya!

[But he stands firm where he is, holding a robot's arm with two of his own and smashing his pan into its upper joints over and over until the arm snaps off. Fort starts to take the gun from the severed arm's hand, and then - hesitates, his gaze lingering on its shoulder, where a design is etched.]

F - Scraggly! Pirates!

[andneversaydie]

...Why is it pirates!?

[theunderseen]

Hu-? [Scraggly's head jerks in Fort's direction, the distraction nearly costing him as a bullet whizzes past his head. He jabs his mop at the one who shot at him, skewering it through the chest and letting it drop to the ground. He kneels to look at it himself and scowls in concern under his massive mustache.]

Get 'em outta here, Fort!

[theunderseen]

On it!

[And he turns away from the kitchen, going to try to round up a few more survivors.]