Week 3

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[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! ))

Comments

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[tokencanadian]

...Apollo?

[A familiar voice from behind Apollo calls out in slight confusion. Even if she wasn't already having a hard time on rollerskates, Pyrrha would have caught up to her regardless.]

What is this?

[ebonyknight]

Some sick bastard's idea of a joke.

[She stops herself for a moment.]

I woke up with these cursed contraptions on my feet!

[tokencanadian]

You mean those rollerskates?

[She comes up in front of Apollo, careful in case there's any mishaps.]

And... you cant take them off?

[ebonyknight]

Yes.

[She's at least stable for the moment.]

I can't. Not that I haven't tried.

[Can she chop her feet off??]

[tokencanadian]

[Pyrrha would definitely advise against it.]

You can't? [She peers downward.]

They should be pretty simple...

[ebonyknight]

It should, yes, but it's not.

[Maybe cyborg magic?]

[tokencanadian]

Well... can you let me try? If you can just sit down...

[But don't fall over. Pyrrha's here to catch you if so.]

[ebonyknight]

Very well.

[She is. Going to try to sit down. She succeeds!]

[tokencanadian]

[Cool beans. Pyrrha is glad that no one died in the simple process of sitting on the floor.

She crouches, fingers running over one of Apollo's skates as she inspects it. How... odd.]

Is it... squeezing your feet at all? Do they fit?

[ebonyknight]

No, they fit perfectly.

[Which is weird in of itself.]

How did they even find the right size?

[tokencanadian]

Probably the same way they got all their information on us.

[Whoever "they" are. she tries to get a good grip on one of the rollerblades.]

How about this: I'll say "go" and then we'll both try to pull this off of you, alright?

[ebonyknight]

Most likely.

[She nods.]

Understood. Let's get it over with.

[tokencanadian]

Alright. One, two... three. Go!

[And regardless if Apollo pulls or not, Pyrrha's going to be pulling on her end to get this rollerskate off.]

[ebonyknight]

[She does! But it doesn't budge.]

[tokencanadian]

Are you pulling?

[ebonyknight]

Yes.

[tokencanadian]

Do you feel it coming off at all?

[ebonyknight]

Not at all. What sort of curse is this?

[tokencanadian]

It could-[nngh!] be some kind of science! [grunt! ugh, nothing's budging.] Like... superglue?

[ebonyknight]

They glued these on?! [What the fuck, Dudely.]

[tokencanadian]

T-they might not have! [She stutters that right out.] I have no idea why they're stuck on so tight. They should be able to come off!

[ebonyknight]

Enough... There's no point in trying to get it off.

[tokencanadian]

[as good a time as any. Pyrrha falls back into a sitting position, giving a soft sigh.]

I'm sorry, at least we tried? [Tried and... well.] They're really stuck.

[ebonyknight]

At least we did, yes. [She pulls herself up to a better sitting position with a grunt.] There's no point in pushing it any further for the moment. Considering how strong we are I fear my ankles may not make it.