week 4

[airlockedmods]

[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! ))

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WEDNESDAY

[airlockedmods]

[silverguitarhero]

[When John opens the door to their cell this morning, he sees a sight of something he thought lost forever. He immediately grabs up his guitar and plays a few notes, tuning it before heading towards the greenhouse with the blanket. At the greenhouse, he can be found with the blanket spread out on the floor, sitting on it and playing while singing:]

Look away, look away, look away over Yandro,
Where them wild things are flyin'
From bough to bough, and a-mating with their mates,
So why not me with mine?

[Later on, he'll go looking for Leon.]

I recall you had a wish to learn music.

[toomanybaseballs]

[Leon's in the exercise yard again, lazily tossing a baseball up and down because he was bored. Totally boredom.]

[When he hears someone's footsteps coming closer, he quickly throws the ball away from him without thinking. Thank god the glass here is really thick, or the ball would have broken it.]

[He quickly brushes himself off to regard... The weird magic charm guy. Oh, look. He has a guitar.]

Yeah! Yeah, that's right. Nice guitar ya got there.

[silverguitarhero]

They only gave me the one, but as long as you're careful I don't mind you practicing with it.

[toomanybaseballs]

Figures.

[Not that Leon was planning on smashing it on the ground like a stereotypical punk rock guy. These things are expensive! Especially ones made of metal.]

Whelp... Ready where you are.

[silverguitarhero]

[He nods, gesturing for Leon to sit on the ground alongside him and taking the guitar off, before demonstrating several hand positions and the accompanying notes.]

Those are the basics you'll need to know, first. [He then hands the guitar over to Leon completely.] Yo can give it a try now.

[toomanybaseballs]

[He sits next to him and watches for a bit, and when it comes time to practice he attempts to mimic the hand positions... But he slips and accidentally strums an off-key note.]

Ugh, Damnit!

[silverguitarhero]

[He smiles reassuringly.] No one does well the first time. You've done pretty well so far. [He picks up one of Leon's hands and moves it back to the proper position.] It might work better if you adjust your grip as well.

[Mun knows nothing about playing guitar and is handwaving most of this.]

greenhouse

[andneversaydie]

[Well, given that she lives here now basically, she does pause to listen...]

Well, now, that's a nice song.

[...kind of sad, but... well.]

[silverguitarhero]

[He smiles at her.] It's an old country song, about a woman waiting for her lover. [He doesn't really seem to care about the specific gender-based points of view in this case.]

[andneversaydie]

Oh... yeah, there's a lot of those, huh? They're always real pretty, I think, even if they're sad.

[silverguitarhero]

[He nods, looking thoughtful.] Lots of them were written during the wars, too, where kin was separated and might never be seen again.

[andneversaydie]

...

Yeah.

[it did take her slightly longer to respond than usual.]

You usually hear it from people back home, though. You don't really hear people wondering if there's anything to go back to.

[tuskenlancer]

[ CT had been poking around the greenhouse, trying to see if there were any clues about what they might expect next or anything that might help them out of this whole mess. She hasn't found anything useful, and is about ready to leave, when she hears...is that singing?

It's been a long time since she heard anything like that. Quietly, she slips across the greenhouse to find the source of the singing. When she gets close enough to see John, she stops, pretending to just be studying the plants. She's listening, though, and maybe not as unobtrusively as she thinks. ]

[silverguitarhero]

[He does notice her, and notice her watching, but he doesn't react to her yet. Instead, he simply finishes the final notes of the Yandro song, and then moves on to another one-still a love song, and perhaps a bit more cheerful one:]

Oh, call me sweetheart, call me dear,
Call me what you will,
Call me from the valley low,
Call me from the hill . . . .

WELL HEY...glad we got a chance to build this cr

[tuskenlancer]

[ She draws closer when he doesn't call her out, listening quietly to the song and watching him play. Only when he finishes does she speak up. ]

I liked the first one better.

[silverguitarhero]

[He smiles at her.] Shall I play it from the start, then?

[tuskenlancer]

[ Oh. She looks surprised at the offer, then shrugs, trying to look nonchalant. ]

If you want.

[ But she's not leaving. ]

[heartswapped]

[Cheryl's wearing the outfit that turned up at her door mysteriously this morning, and spends most of her morning in Cell 2, where she's taping up the centerfold poster from the magazine she got back and doodling on it a little. There may be hearts and a few little sparkles on it, now. She debates adding sunglasses for extra shitpost, but decides against it.

Around noon, she can be found in the kitchen, cooking up what looks like...curry?

After that, she's in the arts and crafts room for the rest of the afternoon and evening, looking at what she's got: the butler outfit, her duct tape fetish bodysuit, her other, miraculously intact orange jumpsuit, a pair of fuzzy purple socks, and the sexy Mimikyu outfit, while trying to decide what to even do with all of it.

Eventually, she decides to get to work on altering the butler outfit. Along with the accessories, it looks like... a prince costume?]

[tokencanadian]

[SO YESTERDAY HAPPENED and Pyrrha is feeling, altogether... pretty good. That's a little strange, isn't it? At least today, she gets to wear something she kind of likes. It's not her normal outfit, but it sure does remind her of it but she is not wearing those heels.

Pyrrha's morning is spent in the kitchen. Here, it seems she's taken up the an attempt at baking. Pancakes, specifically, are the name of the game here, it seems. Although they're distinctly... bluer then they normally are. She still flips them with careful ease.

Later, she's gone back to the library where she once again sits in a chair while a roomba roams around her feet. No Parrot today though, unfortunately. She also seems to have found the romance section again, as she's flipping through one of the non-lewd novels it has to offer.]

library

[tenimuho]

[Oda comes to the library holding a decently large amount of paper and pens. He seems relieved that Pyrrha is there.]

Pyrrha. What do party invitations usually say?

[help he's never been to a party in his life]

[tokencanadian]

[Pyrrha looks up as she hears her name. Seeing Oda there, she immediately shuts her book. That'll bite her in the ass later when she forgot her bookmark.]

Oh, well... they usually have something like "You're invited!" on the front in large letters, and then there's usually more describing the party underneath it?

[...] And a date for the party, of course.

[tenimuho]

Time and place, and general description of what it is. And since it's a costume party I guess I should say they should show up in costume.

[Not that he thinks anyone really needs to be told that, except maybe they don't have costume parties everywhere.]

And write that out... seventeen times. Or eighteen.

[He's not inviting Blaze, but he might invite Dr. Price.]

[tokencanadian]

A costume party? [Blink blink. Ah- Ooooooh.]

That's.... a lovely idea, Oda. I'm sure people will enjoy it!

[Why not invite Dr. Price? At least if he runs away they can't be surprised.]

[tenimuho]

I hope so. I don't think it'll get our minds completely off the incentive, but if it helps a little...