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week 2
[With the sudden pirate takeover and the sudden, tragic deaths of the crew, the second week of the Starfield Penitentiary rehabilitation project is off to a rough start. After Price's call for parlay with the pirate captain, he was not seen for the remainder of Saturday but around 10 pm it is his calm but tense voice that makes the time announcement.
Buckle in, Champions, things are about to get bumpy.]
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[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your AC for week 1 and submit your threads for the Benefactors!]
Buckle in, Champions, things are about to get bumpy.]
[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your AC for week 1 and submit your threads for the Benefactors!]
SUNDAY
ANNOUNCEMENT
And it's not Price's voice that comes through - it's Blaze Dudely's.]
Good afternoon, Champions! Or is it inmates? Not that it matters now. [He laughs, loud and hoarse.] Your counselor and I had a good, long chat and we’ve come to...an agreement. Such is a good parley, eh?
First of all, so long as the new rules are followed no harm will come to any of you from me or my crew. Secondly, you’re no longer inmates in this penitentiary. You see, I got a peek at the Doc's files on all of you and I noticed that you're all pretty... unique, just like I expected.
From here on out you’ll be Champions, and if you pull open your PIP profiles you’ll see exactly what that means for you.
[Price is the next one to chime in, and his voice is just as quiet and calm as always.]
Our group therapy sessions will continue on the same schedule, which means that next week will be our next meeting. I encourage all of you to come to my office should you choose to meet with me before then - my hours have remained the same.
However... Captain Dudely will be requisitioning my office in the early morning, before breakfast. I believe, should any of you choose to meet with him, he will be...amenable to the idea.
Above all, please remain calm. I understand that the situation is far from ideal, but as long as you continue to behave within the rules there will be no need for consequences.
[And then Blaze Dudely is back and there’s an edge to his voice now, almost a growl.]
Oh- and one more thing: one of you is not what you appear to be. If one of you can successfully kill it, I’ll let all of you go free and drop you off on the nearest station myself. If you successfully kill another Champion and get away with it and you’re free to go. Until then...live as you like. Do what you want. Just follow the rules.
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[His champion title. His very insulting title.]
Wait, Champion Target?! What the hell's that supposed to mean?! Is that guy trying to get me killed?!
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And why should anyone believe you'll make good on your word?
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Champion Alcoholic.
[ L O O K S A T R I C K . and you said you would not accept booze as payment.]
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...Does he honestly expect us to believe that? A traitor, here? And so soon after he shows up?
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We didn't sign up for this game, these rules are wrong. Yo, if you're looking for bloodshed, just fight us man to man.
He thinks we're gonna drive ourselves insane for his plans?
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Go on. Guess. ]
Well, well. Fukawa-san was right after all. [ y'all don't know how hard it is to not burst out cackling right now, s2g ]
Though, I notice that, despite the hamfisted attempt at giving us a reason to commit murder, there's no guarantee that it's legitimate.
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[Champion... Stalker.]
L-Leave Master Byakuya out of this y-you!!
[Oh my god she's practically snarling.]
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One of us isn't....
An alien in disguise? A mole? What the hell could it possibly mean? Whatever it is, it won't help with the tension between them.
Belatedly, Soma finally thinks to check his PIP for what this whole Champion thing might mean. When he sees it-- Champion of Souls-- he swears a blue streak under his breath. This is sure to make others question him about something that already makes him uncomfortable, but how can he give them an answer when he barely understands what the power of Dominance is or why he has it? It's a dark power, that much he knows, and that's not going to endear him to anyone.
He starts to walk quickly back toward his cell. He needs time to think. If anyone wants to question him, they'll have to catch him before then and actually get him to talk.]
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[Yeah, whatever buddy. He doesn't care.
He'll check his Champion title though because he's curious and...]
What the hell is this?
[There goes any of the forced civility he's had.]
Backstabber? I've never...this is slander!
[Because this is his problem, not the whole...killing game thing.]
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So, this is how things are going to be.
[Her voice is almost sad, for once. Speaking of her title, though, she is currently in a large impressive set of black armor, so.]
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...he's pretty much going to be in his cell, though, and only in his cell. aside from a brief trip or two to the supply closet - hell, he's forgoing food with whatever he's trying to do. one will note he has his arm in a makeshift sling.]
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He brings the pile inside his room to sort through it. The bear plush gets a look, but what really catches his attention is...]
Leon, isn't this photo of you?
[Later, he'll bring that haul (minus Leon's photo and the Monobear plush) to the cafeteria and set it all up on a table next to a paper sign: 'TAKE WHATEVER YOU WANT'. While he's waiting for people to come by, he'll amuse himself by pushing the tiny red convertible around the table with the stuffed black cat as its passenger. Stuffed Bernkastel and Christine Junior, a match made in hell.
When it's time for lunch, he can be found eating curry with alien meat and eggs that definitely didn't come from a chicken. If he notices you watching:]
Want some?
[It's spicy to a painful level, but he seems to be really enjoying it.
And, of course, he spends most of the afternoon in the library. He's reading about robots today.]
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In the process of dragging them in, one item rolls under the bed... looks like she won't be finding that right away.
Feel free to bother her while she's checking them out in the hallway or bringing the hoard into her room.
If you want to talk to her about the things she's said the last few days about Hope's Peak, she can be found either in cell 1 picking at her ice cream or in the library, with books spread all around her. Seems like she's studying-- or looking for something.
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um. okay. she's just... going to spend some time in cell 2? just kind of crying and staring at the wall because holy fucking shit, dudes. She's eventually going to head out into the dining hall because she feels like she should probably do a food thing, but she keeps looking glumly at the kitchen instead of. you know. going in. like. yeah. people need to eat, but she's not hungry and also there were multiple corpses in there?
She's also messing around with the sun lamp she got, because hell. what else is there to do.]
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Then she finds that stack of stuff for her, though, and um.
Oh boy.
The rest of the day finds Max out and about at several places around the station just... taking pictures. Taking so many pictures. She has a camera, you guys. She takes pictures of robots, of people, whatever. A reckless photographer out to take her new fancy-ass digital camera out for a spin. Say cheese!
[CLOSED TO NOCTIS]
Later on, though, she ends up in the mess hall with a plate of bacon (only slightly too crispy, she's figuring this out), looking through the photos stored on the camera. And then she... finds out there were actually a bunch of them there already. And they look like... does Noctis have a brother, maybe? ]
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Everything happened all at once. Death doesn't phase Will, but the death combined with the situation and the fact they're trapped here does leave him feeling uncomfortable. That's probably the word for it.
He's wandering around the corridors for a bit, but eventually ends up stood in the doorway into the kitchen. Retracing the events and trying to see if anything stood out about the attack - other than the obvious. How the robots had acted; what had happened in the lead up to the attack; that sort of thing.
Later on, he's back in Cell 6 with the door open, sifting through a selection of items. There's a fair bit of food, so feel free to take something he's not that fussed. He does stop when he gets to the badge though, turning it over in his hands.]
Huh. So they kept a hold of you then, did they? [Interesting. Maybe they have some of his other items hiding somewhere on this spaceship.]
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Cheryl spends much of her time in her cell, stripped down to her underwear as she doctors the jumpsuit she's been given. She later rushes over to the laundry, covered with a towel, to put some final touches on. The finished product has a high collar and looks like some sort of skintight black fetish suit, being covered in space duct tape and all, but she'll take the small bits of autonomy she can take in these situations.
Some time later, when things have quieted down a little, Cheryl makes her way to the kitchen again after spending some time in the storage room, and a new addition is erected in the cafeteria.
The shrine appears to be made of cardboard boxes that have been cut, folded, and shaped into a shrine-like structure, and has subsequently been decorated with some flowers (made of duct tape) and two crude but lovingly drawn pictures of the late Fourtinbras and Scraggly, complete with their names. Inside the box-shrine, there's another, smaller box, which looks like an emptied out and decorated box for disposable tissues. That's for any letters to the deceased that people wanna get off their chest.
Meanwhile, Cheryl busies herself with making hot chocolate for anyone who dares to come in. A bowl of grease mixed in with soot sits next to her, with a cotton swab stuck in it.
It's the least she can do.]
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also, there's a pile of stuff that appears at his cell. he's...grateful for the tea, but there's one thing that catches his eye. at some point, he's going to seek out noctis. ]
Hey, uh... Noctis? Think I got something that belongs to you.
[ in the meantime, mako will go to the kitchen and do a little investigating. he's still...mulling over yesterday's events, wondering just what the heck is happening here in space prison, but at least he'll go over to the free food? and look, there's his dumplings.
he'll offer one to whoever comes inside. ]
Take one.
[ alternatively, mako can be found in the library for most of the day. he's scribbling down...a lot of things, apparently, and seems pretty engrossed in whatever he's doing. take a look? ]
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Still, he plucks a needle from the plant and rolls it between his palms, crushing it and letting the oils scent his skin. He raises his hands to his face, closing his eyes and breathing deeply.
He misses his parents. He misses Mina.]
God, please let them be okay. Please protect everyone here, too. Padre nuestro, que estás en el cielo. Santificado sea tu nombre....
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However, following the announcement, Varric seemed keen on avoiding Cell 4, instead spending the bulk of his time in the library. If nothing else, there was something to show for his disappearance -- a hefty stack of papers all adorned with Varric's handwriting. Depending on when you pass by, you might spot a relatively blank sheet with your name on it.
Toward midway though, Varric returns his work to his cell and makes for the kitchen. The smell of stew is slow to follow, but eventually it becomes clear that Varric is cooking something -- though what the meat is, he isn't entirely sure.]
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But then comes the announcement in the afternoon, causing her outlook on the situation to ricochet back to her she was early last week.
Anyone can find her surveying the storage closet afterwards, assessing what's there and looking for something in particular. She also seems to be quite pleased about something. Three guesses what, first two don't count. ]
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He stands in the kitchen with the arms and legs of his unitard hoisted as far up his limbs as he can, almost to the elbows and knees, grabbing buckets and a mop and whatever else is around for cleaning. His long mess of hair gets tied up behind his head, and for all that the man is a colonial teen who probably doesn't know enough about hygiene to be doing this properly, he doesn't look like he doesn't know what he's doing.
Winding the mop in green circles on the floor for a minute, Alexander murmurs to himself as he cleans. Things to write later. Letters for Fourtinbras. Plans for Blaze.
Green floor, green mop, green mop water.
...Okay, he looks very pretty doing all this cleaning, and all, but is this actually effective?]
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