Week 3

[airlockedmods]

[Four people dead now - six, if you include the crew. Things have been a little rough on the Starfield Penitentiary this week. Blaze Dudely doesn't make a public reappearance during the weekend, so you've got a few days to yourselves to recover, though he's probably still sticking to his office hours if you really feel like going to see him. On Sunday morning, you may find that you're recovering a a few other things as well - both strange dreams and some new items.

In addition, there's a new set of doors at the end of the corridor, by that empty space where you'd been having your fight club. Looks like you've got a new wing to explore.]



Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday

(( ooc: Don't forget to turn in your AC for Week 2, submit your memory regains, and put in your benefactor threads! ))

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TUESDAY

[airlockedmods]

[By now, all of the fresh or fresher food is gone, leaving only approximately enough space MREs and other nonperishables for half a day.]

[goldrighthand]

[well that's not good.

Akande can be found in the kitchen for most of the day, taking inventory. Sure, he could be figuring out rations...

...but that's kind of magnanimous. Which he isn't. So while he leaves most of it alone (he isn't an idiot) there may or many not be less there by the end of the day than one would have expected. Don't mind him.]

[rickdiculous]

T-there's no reason we can't take extras.

[Your friend is here! In a labcoat and khakis, which is...a change.]

[goldrighthand]

If you want to become a target, certainly.

[BE FUCKING SUBTLE ABOUT IT RICK OKAY]

pay no attention to the backtag behind the curtain

[withoutred]

[ Erika doesn't really acknowledge Akande at first - after all, they had the same idea. Eye what's left, possibly smuggle out something small for yourselves. It's amazing what you can fit in a pirate hat if you really want to.

... but no, she's only contemplating one can of generic space dried plums, really. Or something small and non-perishable. She's not stupid. ]

This can't be a coincidence. [ She doesn't turn around. ] The dwindling supplies, I mean.

[goldrighthand]

Hm. Doctor Price mentioned we were scheduled for a rendezvous with a supply ship.

['were'. past tense.

he's not defending Price though, just bringing up the Official Story.]

GROUP SESSION NUMBER 2: Observations

[thecounselor]

Good morning. Today's group therapy session will be held in the library, in the hour before dinner. Thank you.

[There are less chairs to be arranged in a circle this time, only twenty-two. Once the chairs are set up, Price waits with his tablet for everyone to gather, frowning at something on the screen as he gently slides windows around on it.

When everyone's assembled he makes it small enough to take notes on, without putting it away entirely.]

Before we begin, I want to allay the concern that I'm sure is on all of your minds. Yes, we were supposed to rendezvous with a supply ship this week, which has been derailed by our...situation. Rest assured, I am working on a solution to make sure that we are able to adequately restock.

Now then, last time we used positive affirmations to break the ice, so to speak, by sharing an achievement or trait that we were proud of. This week, I would like for us to focus on the present rather than the past.

To start, we'll go around the circle again and each one share something that they have noticed about how the environment has changed since the last time we met. [He glances at the security camera in the corner of the room only for a second.]

Remember that these group meetings are not strictly confidential.

[tenimuho]

We're being held hostage by someone who wants to kill us. That's one thing that's different from last time.

[It's not even bitter or anything. It's just the obvious thing to say.]

[tokencanadian]

That's... definitely the most glaringly different change by far.

[Unless he wants them to talk about how they all suddenly woke up in space??]

[rickdiculous]

You seem significantly douchier, and a lot more cowardly. T-that's what I notice.

[thecounselor]

That's certainly an opinion that you have the right to hold.

[toomanybaseballs]

[Oh crap... Leon's looking a bit worried here.]

Uh... We have a new floor? With a literal fire room? And stuff?

[andneversaydie]

...it's a lot heavier and more tense. I mean, it was never exactly comfy, but now it's outright dangerous because we're being encouraged to kill each other by someone who seems like he wants any excuse to see us die, basically.

[like. dudely is watching, sure, but is he going to argue.]

[tokencanadian]

Six people are dead as of this week. [Yeah, let's just. put that right out there.]

[induality]

A-and it's only been a week...

[She's right with you Pyrrha.]

[heartswapped]

Yeah, that's...probably the biggest change so far.

[She sounds pretty exasperated by it all.]

[pr159]

[ Following Pyrrha... ]

Which is to say, it's less crowded.

[nightcure]

Stuff from home keeps popping up.

[ Pause. ]

Like my dad's sword in a stuffed dog.

[thecounselor]

I'm...fairly certain that someone put it in the stuffed dog.

[neverheardofhim]

We never had a reason to trust each other before, but people are a lot less willing to trust each other now more than ever.

Especially after our esteemed counselor turned tail in our time of need.

[Cheers to you, Dr. Price.]

[induality]

H-he has no reason to side with us, g-given the choice. We're the ones who are going to die...

[Though she doesn't like him, it's not like she doesn't understand it...]

[thecounselor]

[do u wanna meet in office hours you salty fuck]

[induality]

[The obvious has been said. Yet--]

I remembered something. In a d-dream. My memories are coming back... I remembered the place they call my home and--

[A lot of less pleasant things.]

[neverheardofhim]

[Guess who's getting a nice shoulder squeeze.]

We can talk about it later if you want. How about that, Scribbles?

[empathiser]

There's a single room available now.

Because one inhabitant murdered the other, thanks to your new friend.