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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THURSDAY

[airlockedmods]

[rickdiculous]

[Today, you will find Rick in the arts and crafts room, gathering up supplies. Want to ask him what he's making? Hunger might be getting to him - he seems really focused as he walks over to the kitchen with a bundle of art stuff in his hands.

The fruit of his labor can be spotted later on stuck to the fridge.

It's a drawing of Blaze Dudley's...head. Added on to it, in black marker, is a hottt lady body (in a dress) and beefy arms.

For a final touch, written in sparkly gel pen above the drawing's head:

.]

[chides]

[ why did he have to witness this with his own two eyes ]

[airlockedmods]

[Enjoy it while it's up there, Rick, because your artistic statement is gone by dinner time...


And replaced with a drawing of a robot hand giving a thumbs up?]

[goldrighthand]

[blaze plz]

[rickdiculous]

[Cool. Rick will hold on to that.

There is now a close-to photorealistic drawing of Blaze Dudley sucking a giant swollen penis on the fridge.]

[toomanybaseballs]

[As much of an immature teenager Leon is, the sight of the chubby cyborg that's kidnapped everyone sucking a hyperrealistic dick goes past funny toilet humor territory and straight into uncanny valley.]

[He's not taking it down, but he's putting a big black sheet of paper over it with the words "NOT SAFE FOR SANITY" scrawled on it.]

[rickdiculous]

[there's a piece of tape on that paper reading "SOMEONE GOT OFFENDED BY THE PENIS"]

[tenimuho]

[There's also a kind of mediocre drawing of a sunflower.

Hi, he heard they were decorating the fridge?]

[andneversaydie]

[...

all around me are familiar faces

okay no. she's a little bit grossed out by the hyperrealism, but you know. for the sake of everyone else.

she's going to do a mischief. just not a gross mischief.

so posted over the hyperrealistic dick is a drawing of the back end of a horse, except where the actual rump would be is a crudely sketched depiction of dudely's face.]

[neverheardofhim]

[Varric was noticeably absent on Wednesday Those near Cell 4 might have heard a lot of thumping around, followed by a considerable amount of swearing. Pretty loud, considering just how muffled the sound from the rooms were.

The cause of his absence would become immediately available as he fell out of his room early on Thursday. After spending a day practicing with the blighted stilts, Varric still wasn't having any luck.]

Andraste take this fucking place.

[Somebody help this small man.]

[goldrighthand]

...another 'victim'?

[Though this isn't rhyming. Or some of the others he's seen. Even so: what.]

[neverheardofhim]

I'm not dead, Goldie.

[Wrong kind of victim, Goldie.]

Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to help me up?

[goldrighthand]

Of pranks.

[but don't mind him he's just literally going to pick Varric up by his shirt collar and get him on his feet, stilts and all. IT IS GOOD TO BE TOL]

[chides]

Varric?

[ what's an andraste

anyway you don't look okay friend?? ]

[neverheardofhim]

Yep. That's me.

[Sorry, Mako, he's not happy right now.]

Do you know what the hell these things are?

[chides]

[ i can't believe varric tethras is on stilts ]

Those...would be called stilts.

[tuskenlancer]

[ As promised, CT had read fast. She'd been looking for Varric to return the book, but when she sees him, any thought of her previous errand is wiped away.

She stares down at the heap of limbs and wooden sticks on the floor. ]

...Varric?

[neverheardofhim]

[The dwarf didn't respond immediately. Rather, he pushed himself up, then rolled himself onto his back with about as much grace as a beached sea creature.]

I'm sorry you have to see me like this, Soldier.

[tuskenlancer]

[ She crouches down next to him, then reaches out a hand to help him up. ]

Let me guess. You woke up like this, and you can't get them off.

[heartswapped]

[After having squirreled away whatever cake was left to feed herself and her Pokemon, Cheryl spends most of the morning in Cell 2, only really leaving to quickly get some water from the tap or use the bathroom.

She alternates between napping and writing down a few things that look like...letters?

Later, she's in the craft room, taking some of the yarn and throwing the balls around with her Pokemon, or otherwise fooling around with the clay.

Come bother?]

Craft room

[silverguitarhero]

[John...stares at the Pokemon.] What manner of creatures are those?

[heartswapped]

My Pokemon?

[She gestures at Adelma, then at Belle.]

They're all over the place where I'm from. Mozu and Mako thought it was weird that apparently I've never heard of chickens or anything like that before, but seriously. We're all from different worlds, you'd think something like that would be a given?

[silverguitarhero]

I suppose. {It's still weird to think about nonetheless.] I assume that's not ectoplasm? [He gestures to the green goop surrounding the Reniculus.]

[canted]

[Alec didn't really see a need to investigate the infirmary beyond noting it was there at the start of the week, because he had foolishly hoped they would never need it. With food obviously nonexistent, he figures that there might be iv fluid and iv fluid means there might be something with calories.

Instead, he sure found the blood fridge. You'll probably find him looking down at a bag of blood somewhat incredulously. Why do the vampires get food?

Eventually he ends up in the exercise yard, half-heartedly throwing colored pencils at a piece of construction paper taped to the wall. Even though he's not really trying, he's hitting near center every time which is creating a kind of weird . . . abstract art piece. It's unintentional, honestly.]