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week 4
[Four weeks in the Starfield Penitentiary and seven people have lost their lives to Blaze Dudely's cruel game. At some point the robots cleaned up the mess left behind and by Sunday the involved rooms (including the fridge) are all clean and free of blood. In fact there's no sign left of any of the deaths that have happened on the ship so far by at least the next day. The only physical signs that people are gone are the empty beds.
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, in the space between the infirmary and the exercise yard. 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 3, submit your memory regains, and put in your benefactor threads! ))
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, in the space between the infirmary and the exercise yard. Looks like you've got a new wing to explore.]
(( ooc: Don't forget to turn in your AC for Week 3, submit your memory regains, and put in your benefactor threads! ))
SUNDAY
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Feel free to notice.]
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[Mozu does notice.]
You know... that's actually a pretty good idea.
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Making another fort there, old man?
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LATE EVENING
until now.
he seems almost woozy as he enters the cell, a hand rubbing at his face. Looks like someone had A Day.]
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That... that's not a bad idea, is it....
[He blinks slowly, shakes himself a bit.]
Are you feeling better? I mean, did you eat?
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I mean.
For the most part, Cheryl/Elaine can be found in the kitchen the first part of the day, a notably anxious look on her face as she makes another pot of coffee and starts working on some food - notably, the dough for something and little rolled-up multicolored space omelets. Spomelets, if you will. No, she doesn't understand why the eggs are purple or green, either.
As she drinks coffee, eats some spomelets, and waits for the dough to rise, she doodles a few different types of Pokemon on sticky notes before leaving them on the fridge, washing her dishes up before leaving.
For the next few hours, she explores the next floor, eyeing the license plate maker with some interest before going over to the greenhouse. She doesn't appear to be doing any actual gardening work, just eyeing up the fruits and flowers. Meanwhile, her Reuniclus can be observed inhaling the various fruits and vegetables.
Later, she's back in the kitchen with both of her Pokemon, as they work on making some very lopsided pizzas. There are cooking implements flying everywhere and vegetables being chopped in midair. Holy fuck.]
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I'm... gonna wait over here.
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what the hell.
Akande just kind of stares in the doorway at these tiny monster things making food with Cheryl. Don't mind him.]
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I have something greatly important to tell you, Cheryl.
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huh.]
Oh my! This is... amazing!
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"What do you mean by 'disrupt the harmony?'"
"Upupu... Well, you know... If one person were to murder another!"]
[Leon woke up from that nightmare screaming. The blocked windows, the killing game, that damned bear! It was almost like Touko had said. Even though he could still remember the stuff from last week... Oda should be a bit merciful with his panicked roomie. And let him know he has a chain necklace waiting for him outside.]
[Cell 1 is also going to get a visitor soon after. Specifically, Leon is going to be frantically banging on the door trying to get Touko's attention. If she's not there, he'll be searching for her in the library where she usually haunts. He has to let her know she was right.]
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Wh-what the hell are you d-doing?
[...although as she looks at him properly... a bad feeling start sinking in.]
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hi gang, blanket LiS spoiler warning
A dream... it felt like a memory, but it still seemed like a dream. All those fragments, all those strange messages, that... other version of her. Like some kind of... Nightmare, but in real life. And that choice she'd been forced to make at the end of it all... of course that had been where things stopped. Not that she was left without plenty to ponder - there had been so much to take in she's already losing some of it. This has to be further along in her memories somehow, she's missing some big events in there.
But she is overall left with a few major Feelings, more than anything, ones that she can't really ignore. The first was the most obvious: she had somehow managed to break time and space. Just right in half. She has no idea how, exactly, little old Max Caulfield managed it, but it had happened.
Secondly, Mark Jefferson can't be trusted. Why? Who knows, but he can't. Something about a dark room? God, none of this makes any sense, why couldn't her life have just stayed normal?
Thirdly, somehow maybe the only thing to come out of this that makes any sense, is that Max is in love with Chloe Price. It feels right, somehow, poetic even. The two of them against time itself. She chooses to focus on that, for now, rather than the confusing end of the nightmare.
Once she does leave her room, Max spends the day in a sort of... contemplative state. Her first stop is the kitchen, where she sets to making... huh, go figure, she's making waffles! They actually look pretty good, apart from the kinda purple tinge they've got going on. ]
Hey, you mind taste testing one of these for me? I need a second opinion.
[ Then she stops by the arts and crafts room to sort of just... doodle. She's drawing a lot of butterflies, and a girl with short blue hair and a beanie? Along with some other stuff, but those are the greatest hits here.
And later on, similar to last week, she takes her iPod out to relax and look at space, only this time it's in the greenhouse instead of the exercise yard. ]
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When Rideaux wakes up this morning, it's his own words that are ringing in his head, and once again, he's just frowning to himself quietly. It's not like he doesn't have at least some clue as to what's supposed to happen to him from there.
On the bright side, though, it seems Matilda has finally moved on, hopefully to terrorize someone else for a change. So, okay, after a reclusive few days in robot monkey hell, he's up for taking a look around to see if A) they've gotten any food in yet, and B) any interesting new places have opened up.
The latter eventually leads him to the greenhouse, which -- well, pisses him off, first of all, because if they had these damn vegetables right here the whole time, then what the hell were they all starving themselves for? But he's also intrigued by the different varieties of plants. His own world -- or at least his part of it -- had precious little in the way of vegetation, so while he knows there are plenty of plants that with potential medicinal properties, it's not something he's had the opportunity to experiment with before.
So, if you enter while he's there, you may see him either carefully examining leaves, or grinding his heel into a small half-ripe tomato on the floor, just because he fucking can. (Take that, Julius.)
And a little later on, he'll drop in on the license plate factory just to see what the deal is. And will be looking slightly confused, because as technologically advanced as Elympios is for a fantasy JRPG world, they don't seem to have cars for some reason? What are these even for, and why are they making them in a prison? ]
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And after him feed, him going straight to the exercise yard. Leaving the exploring aside for now, Akande spends a good few hours, here, seemingly frustrated about something; he's going through a number of forms, something savage and angry in his motions. Apparently, someone had an interesting set of dreams...
...after which (and a shower) he can be found in the greenhouse, taking stock of their new food source. Or maybe you pass him in the halls. Ether way, he's around, and still seemingly a bit tense]
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He's completely unprepared for it. Leviathan emerges. Luna speaks to her. Her rage is not one easily quelled, but boy does Noctis try.
And then Ardyn stabs Luna. When he wakes, that's the only thing that registers. Not that he'd nearly died. Not that he'd gained Leviathan's power.
Noctis wakes alone, and he's grateful for it, because at least no one can hear his scream of anguish.
After that, hours later, he emerges from the cell. He seems to be moving on autopilot; his eyes are red and he looks deathly pale. Noctis goes to the kitchen and attempts tea; despite not having eaten for a few days he isn't hungry. He tries to choke down a cup of tea but then he starts thinking too much, and he doesn't realize he's shattered the cup and his hands are cut.
This probably happens a few times.
After that, he walks around... but he doesn't linger in any one place for long, unless someone stops him to talk. ]
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And don't you think she's a pretty little pink,
And don't you think she's clever,
And don't you think that she and I
Could make a match forever?
[Later on, he can be found in the greenhouse, wandering around and simply taking in all the nature and greenery around him. He can also be found occasionally sitting next to one of the taller plants and simply taking a nap underneath it.
Even later, though, he can be found in the library, looking much more pensive. He's actually looking at his PIP, and someone might notice he's focused on Kiss-Shot's entry.]
I suppose I may have misjudged her initially.
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The dwarf was still surprised.
He had known Anders was slipping, even three years before the devastation at the Chantry. Even as he studied the bitterness written in the pages, Varric could feel only guilt. Blondie might not have been his closest friend, but he was still a friend. If Varric had only listened better, or studied the signs more...
But his dreams that night knocked those thoughts clear out of his head. Seeing the devastation in real time made the anger in his written words all the more clear. The betrayal went beyond just their ramshackle group of friends. The entire city had lost what mattered, while the mages nearly lost their lives over Anders' act of violence.
The Rite had been requested, but there was always the chance of it being denied.
When Varric woke, he wasted no time contemplating his feelings. After a quick stop in the kitchen to search for alcohol (and settling instead for indiscriminate vegetable), the dwarf set toward the exercise yard. He didn't seem to be doing much, though, he simply paced back and forth, shaking his head every now and again.
When the yard failed to bring him whatever peace he needed, Varric drifted to the library. For the time being, the idea of his own writing disgusted him, and he wanted nothing to do with the book that had predicted his future. The latter was left on a table near him, cover clear for anyone to see.
Varric himself, however, had settled with the work of another author, one with a name he didn't care to remember and a style he loathed. For now though, he didn't complain. He only read and hoped that he might forget what had happened to both himself and his city]
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Granblue Fantasy spoilers ahead, yo.
I have something I can never yield.. And therefore, I won't...
That woman was just like Apollo. No matter how many times she went down, Freesia dragged herself back up. The power of a Primal Beast kept reviving her but it was her own will that had done it in the end.
The irony wasn't lost on Apollo at all. It was unsettling.
First off, she's in the library again with a pair of glasses that are way too small for her. She's trying them on and... well. It looks silly and she soon takes them off. You might even hear her say 'why didn't I ever commission a new pair?'
Later she'll be in the exercise yard, sitting on the ground in her armor. Poke her?]
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now under the right top level; some spoilers for book 4
he'd (almost) sacrificed himself for korra.
he dreams of taking spirit vines, he dreams of explosions and promising bolin that he'd make it out okay. and then he remembers that he'd been willing to risk it all, to put his life on the line for korra. for republic city. and if it weren't for his brother? he'd be dead.
but he made it out in one piece with only a wound on his arm.
so...that explains the bandages.
mako starts the week in the infirmary. this time, he seems set on removing those bandages from his arm. he wants to see the scar for himself. but is it really wise to be removing it? who knows. as long as nobody's there to stop him, he's going to keep on going.
then, mako can be found running laps in the exercise yard. except this time, he looks upset about something. mako has a case of resting bitch face but there is a notable difference between that and when he's actually bothered. come bother him. ]
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Pyrrha wakes up in cell 1 in a cold sweat, not making much of a sound, but instead appearing... jumpy. Breathing quick, in a way that seems to surprise even her.
What was that? Her trip up to the headmaster's office, the questions he asked her, the people that... were there. That elevator ride down into a place she had never seen before. And their plan.
It leaves her confused, dazed. She has to sit there and collect her thoughts. But it's not forever, because she does eventually wander out of her cell and discover that there are yet more rooms in the ship.
For a few hours, she wanders around the greenhouse looking at the plants, inspecting the flower. At least for now, their scent helps to ease her mind. Even if it's temporary. You may catch her leaning over, sniffing at some of the plants, curious as usual, if hesitant.
Later, she was walking past the solitary confinement cells... and had to stop. It's a sobering thought, remembering that this is, in fact, some kind of prison. looking at those padded walls is a little worrying in itself.
She holds out a hand and... the door starts to shut itself, slowly locking too. Yeah.]
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Like last week, she'd awoken with a new memory. But last week's had been confusing, had explained nothing. She'd been doubtful that it was a memory at all. Falling in love with a man she'd never seen in real life. The confession of feelings, the kiss...It's the sort of sappy romance thing that happens to other people, not to her. She'd more or less dismissed it as a dream.
But this time, the man had been back. She'd contacted him, nervous, terrified, but determined. She had to let someone know. She had to tell someone. Do something, before the Director did anything worse.
She'd betrayed Project Freelancer. And suddenly, the single crime listed on her profile makes a lot more sense.
Treason.
She spends a while just wandering the ship, absorbed in her own thoughts and avoiding the Counselor at all costs. Later, once she hears the news about the kitchen being restocked, she can be found there, digging in and - like others - taking a few nonperishables for safekeeping. She's not stupid, and she's not going to spend another week in a state of near-starvation.
Of course, she's not about to skip out on exploring the new areas of the ship. She avoids the solitary cells - those look like absolute deathtraps - but spends some time in the license plate factory, mostly looking through the alien alphabets at the control panel to see if she does recognize them. ]
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"When it comes to you and me, there can be no decisive victory."
The... cold realisation that he could no more kill Hannibal than Hannibal could him anymore. There would be revenge for what had happened, for what he did to Abigail, to Beverley. For leaving him bleeding out onto the floor praying to Gods he didn't believe in that someone anyone would save Abigail, Alana. Not revenge that Will would get to taste, and see. So he done what he could do - wrapped fingers around puppet strings and played Hannibal the same way Hannibal had done to him when he knew nothing of the man behind the curtain. Had played Hannibal straight into the arms of Jack Crawford and the bars he'd evaded for so long.
Hannibal had been in prison, if this was a memory, not a dream. Which meant that there was somewhere for Will to break him out of, eventually. Somewhere down the line, like his profile had accused him of.
Eventually he makes his way to the new floor, and after a look around at all the new things to be found, he settles in the license plate factory. He doesn't do much, for a moment. Just taps out random numbers and phrases until eventually one that means something clatters to the ground in front of him: B-1327-1. He picks it up and looks at it with an unimpressed curl of his lip.
Finally, he's back in Cell 6. He does have a purpose for being here now: he's waiting for Mako. It's been a while since he spoke one-on-on with him, and he's interested to see if any of that plan to talk with Price had come to anything.]
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