Week 5

[airlockedmods]

[Five weeks in, and suddenly your numbers have been reduced by a lot. All evidence of Oda's methodical slaughter has been wiped away by the robots, but getting rid of the memories isn't going to be so easy. Not to mention the emotional scars.

Again on Sunday morning, you'll find yourselves with some new memories and some new items. Today, however, there are no new rooms.]

Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday


(( ooc: Don't forget to turn in your AC for Week 4, submit your memory regains, and put in your Benefactor threads! ))

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WEDNESDAY

[airlockedmods]

[tuskenlancer]

[ CT had woken up to another small collection of items outside her door. The ring looks cheap, and too small for any finger except her pinky, and she sets it aside for the moment, not sure what to do with it.

The most intriguing thing she discovers, by far, is her dog tags. They're unmistakably hers, painfully familiar...and with a retractable flash drive hidden inside.

She needs to find out what's on them.

But how? It's not like there's a computer lab in among their ever-growing collection of common areas. For the moment, she just puts the dogtags around her neck, tucking them away.

CT's been wearing her armor more and more ever since it had arrived a week prior. Replica or not, it's comforting to wear it again, and she can be found wandering - or prowling - the hallways in full armor and helmet, brooding.

Later, she she discards her armor in favor of her jumpsuit and a workout. She hangs her new punching bag in a corner of the exercise room and gets busy beating the stuffing out of it, almost literally.

hallway

[tokencanadian]

[Pyrrha is walking by in her own armor, though it also looks like someone you would grab from a cheap costume store, instead of legitimate armor.

...Even she has to pause.]

Is that... something that belonged to you?

[tuskenlancer]

A replica.

[ She glances down at the foam-and-hotglue armor, already beginning to show a little bit of wear. ]

It's...the real stuff's a lot heavier.

[ And more functional. She looks at Pyrrha, raising her eyebrow at the...is that tube top and miniskirt supposed to be armor? ]

Was that yours?

[nightcure]

[ Noct has spent a lot of time just... thinking. About several things. What's on his mind the most is those license plates he'd found on Sunday. He has no idea who they could belong to, but the names were important enough to spend time memorializing.

So. On Wednesday, Noct's at the memorial wall again. Someone might find him writing on a piece of paper, which reads,

I found these in the license plate factory earlier. I figured you might want them included with the other names, whoever you are.

-- Noctis

He's there for a while, lost in thought. There's still stuff to make tea in there, so he's nursing a cup of it.

Afterward, he goes to the... infirmary? Huh. But he's got a bag that he's filling with stuff. Bandages. Painkillers, stuff to stitch up wounds, antibiotics, whatever he thinks might be useful. The end of the week is looming ever closer, and he's aware of what that might mean for everyone. There are so very few of them left, and Noctis intends to get out as many of his friends as he can.

And then he's wandering around. He's not sure what he's doing, really, but he just needs to move around. Get out of his head for a little while. But this is Noctis, and it isn't that easy for him not to think. Sometimes, he'll stop in by a room, and if someone's there he'll give them a greeting. Sometimes, he's off in his own little world, playing with the ring on his finger. It's a pretty fancy ring, too. Or, he might be writing in a notebook. Someone who's observant will notice there's a name at the top of the page: Luna.

Or sometimes there's another name. Prompto. Gladio. Ignis. Iris, Cindy, Ravus.

Ardyn. Regis. ]

[toomanybaseballs]

[Oh, Ok. Who... Are these?]

[Leon's actually really glad people are keeping this up.]

[nightcure]

Hey again.

[ He raises a hand in greeting. ]

Lots of names on here now.

Infirmary

[power_of_dominance]

[His breakdown on Sunday took a lot out of him, and yet Soma still lingered in his cell for the next couple of days. Only coming out at night Monday helped him to avoid everyone for a little while, but at the same time it made him feel like even more of a skulking monster. Tuesday... well, therapy was weird. Yes, he'd kept his head down and tried not to let anybody see his eyes. Blame it on a migraine, light sensitivity, whatever worked.

The only reason he's out now is that the cravings are worse. Monday and Tuesday he'd picked up a blood pack, but both times he'd put it back untouched. Now... now his fangs are out and his guts feel twisted and sore. Everything in his brain is tinged red, but mercifully he's not berserk enough to attack.

Yet.

He steps into the infirmary and freezes when he sees Noctis, the crimson glow in his eyes brightening at the scent of fresh blood. He quickly ducks his head, torn between trying to casually go to the fridge for a blood pack (how will he possibly explain that?) and just leaving without it, risking that he'll frenzy later.

But... Noctis would understand, right? He'd accept Soma, he was sympathetic before. Why is he afraid? What if Leon already told everyone what he is? That's the smart thing to do, really, warn everyone that there was a second vampire hidden in their midst all along. Leon can be kind of thick-headed at times, but he's not stupid enough to keep a threat hidden from everyone.]

... Noctis? I....

[nightcure]

Hey, Soma.

[ He turns to him, and.... goodness, he really doesn't look well. Noctis frowns lightly, crossing his arms. ]

What's up?

wandering around

[goldrighthand]

[Careful, Noctis, don't wander too much off in your head - you're likely to bump in to someone.

To his credit, Akande's reactions are better than the daydreamer's - but that's only so comforting, considering he's trying to grab Noctis's shoulder before the man walks straight in to him.]

Watch where you're going.

[Curt, but not cruel.]

[nightcure]

[ He startles the tiniest bit, but it brings him back to himself. ]

Sorry. My bad.

[toomanybaseballs]

[Leon had gotten some of that curry Oda really liked, but it took him a while to actually eat it. It's been a very lonely week without his roomie there... But you know what? This stuff's gonna go bad at some point, and he might as well have some of it in his memory.]

[Big mistake.]

[Next thing you know, Leon's sprinting to the kitchen to wash the unreasonably spicy flavor from his mouth. It's kind of obvious there's something wrong with him: The poor guy's face is beet red and he's watering at the eyes. HELP.]

[After that fiasco is over, he goes back to looking through the stuff Oda was supposed to get on Sunday.]

Huh? What's this?

[He holds up a black ring that came with the small pile of plushies and slippers. It looks kind of cool, so he decides to try it on. Maybe someone should pass him by in the hallway and tell him trying on weird rings is a bad idea.]

Kitchen

[neverheardofhim]

[Varric had moved into the kitchen to start in on his next meal when Leon burst in. The dwarf had no choice but to step back, giving Leon room to get to the sink where had planned to wash his hands.]

Shit, kid. [He needed to only take one look at the man before putting at least some of the pieces together.] They have things that spicy in the greenhouse?

Re: Kitchen

[toomanybaseballs]

[Sorry, can't answer right away. Too busy rushing to the sink and getting as much cold water in his mouth as humanly possible.]

[Poor thing. He's still panting when he attempts to reply.]

Curry... Too... Spicy...

hallway

[nightcure]

Don't put that on.

[ Wow, hey, it looks like Noctis knows what it is! ]

[induality]

[Wednesday... Fukawa looks a little different on Wednesday. Probably because that morning... in cell 1... she forced herself into the shower. It's not an altogether pleasant experience for her because there's the voice that says it won't make a difference. But as of today she's clean. But now she has to brush and fix that ridiculous hair of hers.

Later she also takes the maid dress that she's worn almost constantly since she's gotten it to the laundry room, trading it for wearing the peasant girl dress she'd gotten for a costume for a little while as she imitates what she saw Cheryl do. Bleaching it. Not entirely. Just... into a slightly lighter gray shade so she can add a little purple to it, resulting in something of a dark plum color.]

..that's better.

[From that point on you can find her wearing the colored dress. She... finally goes back to the library, but really she's just standing outside like she's not sure she wants to go in.

Library

[toomanybaseballs]

[You caught looking at some new licence plates on the wall. He turns to wander off and nearly walks into his classmate...]

Touko! You look... Really cute today. [And you don't smell horrible.]

[neverheardofhim]

[When he had left the library to find himself a drink and a snack, Varric had expected that he would come back to the same empty room he'd been in for the past few hours. Not that the sight of Fukawa was an unpleasant one -- quiet the opposite considering her state.]

Hey, Scribbles. [He offered her a pleasant smile.] You... You look well.

Cell 1

[tokencanadian]

[Pyrrha had just stepped out of the room to grab breakfast and maybe a quick cry... she wasn't altogether prepared for what she found when she came back to her room.]

Fukawa? You look... [clean?] Great!

library

[andneversaydie]

...

Oh, wow, Fukawa, you look great! Got something special going on?

[honestly, she never really had an issue with Fukawa's appearance beforehand, but there's "hm" and there's "man, extra special."]

Laundry Room

[power_of_dominance]

[Soma is making one of his rare appearances this week, but only out of necessity. His blanket has faint bloodstains on it from his crying and the last thing he wants is for someone to notice. Still, he only emerges from his cell when he doesn't hear anyone milling about, and he makes his way to the laundry room quickly with his head down. He doesn't want anyone else to see his eyes or the fangs peeking out. Bad enough that Fukawa and Leon know what he is, though in regards to Fukawa....

He's thinking about her so much that he actually startles badly when he encounters her in the laundry room. Actually, it's his nose that catches her first, even before he looks up to confirm that he's not imagining things. Her scent is familiar but different now, lighter. Cleaner. Red eyes widen in surprise as he stares at her.]

H-- hey... um....

[Fukawa? He's blushing.]

[tokencanadian]

[Pyrrha woke up earlier then she would like this morning, but she wasn't sleep all that well this week anyway. One to take advantage of these situations, she journeyed to the exercise yard where she paces, practices with that metal broom Scraggly gave her weeks ago, and just... sits. She sits and stares at the stars outside, or the twisted, metal mess in the corner of the yard where she found her girlfriend.

There are things she should do. Things she might want to say.

Around lunchtime, Pyrrha can be caught going from the greenhouse, where she's inspecting what would pass for flowers in here and picking a few, to the licence plate room, staring at the machines, wondering just how it works.

But it all comes to a head in the afternoon, when Pyrrha's gone down to the memorial wall and gets to work on putting up an assortment of plates.

Kosuke Katumi Yu Shinji Sakura
Penny

Some of the letters are smushed together, she knows.

She also rests the gathered flowers down at the base of the wall.]

Memorial Wall

[power_of_dominance]

[Almost every day since it went up, Soma has spent at least a few minutes contemplating the plates on the wall. Watching the names of fellow inmates appear is difficult, and the addition of six after Oda's execution is such a bitter pill to swallow. He sees Pyrrha putting up six more and his heart sinks, certain that five of them are the reasons Oda slaughtered so many of their own.

He hasn't seen the redheaded girl since therapy on Tuesday. He kept his head down. Hopefully she didn't see beneath the makeshift headband he'd worn low on his brow, shadowing his eyes. He still has it on now, and he can use the same excuse he used at therapy provided no one calls him out: light sensitivity from a migraine.

He has two plates in his hands. Carefully he hangs them off to one side, out of the way, his own private memorial for two women he knows without having ever met them.

ELSBTHA
LISA

He bows his head, silently shaping a prayer for their souls in his thoughts.]

I'm tired of all this death, Pyrrha. And Friday's coming again.

[airlockedmods]

[While Pyrrha is practicing with the broom she might feel a slight pressure on the backs of her hands.

Weird.]

exercise yard

[goldrighthand]

[it's when she's sitting that Akande enters for his routine. He's no slacker by any means, but she seems to have bested him this morning - something that surprises him once he notices her, but then, is it really that alarming?

She'd been affected by this week. And while she's had a few days to digest it, perhaps it's only hitting her now. Either way, it's hardly his concern; he begins his warmups as he ever would, getting his muscles prepared for some actual training.

He's due for a rematch with Blaze, after all.]