week 1

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Week 1

[After being introduced to their Counselor, the inmates are left to their own devices to explore the open areas of the ship as they please. The counselor's office hours are available if any of the inmates wish to speak to him privately and, throughout the week, the cook and the janitor can be found here and there.

Each morning the inmates are awakened by Dr. Price's voice over the intercoms located in each cell announcing the time as 7 am. Breakfast is served each morning in the mess hall from 7 am to 8 am, lunch from 11:00 a.m. to 1:00 p.m. and dinner from 5:00 p.m. to 6:00 p.m..

Enjoy your week, inmates.]

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[ooc: welcome to week 1, everyone! This first week is a peace week which means there will be no murder this weekend! Feel free to start submitting threads for the benefactors]

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[nightcure]

Some of the dislikes. My age. My crimes.

But especially my age.

[chides]

How old are you supposed to be?

[nightcure]

Twenty.

[chides]

[ he's getting the hang of this tablet thing so he'll swipe over to view noctis' profile. ]

...And it says you're thirty?! [ holy shit dude. ]

[nightcure]

Sure does. I don't really know why I look like this, either.

[chides]

That's ten years of memory loss, if that theory's correct; how is any of this possible?

[ ...and then he remembers they're x number of years into the future. ]

Or, well. I guess I should say the technology's a lot more advanced than I thought.

[nightcure]

[ He shrugs. ]

Far as I know, no one on Eos can do anything like this. What about your world?

[chides]

Not even close.

[ he shakes his head. ] I don't even know what the thing on my arm is. It's my first time using something so...hi-tech. But it seemed like it was normal for other people here.

[nightcure]

It's kind of like my phone back home, yeah.

[ He scrolls through the various features. ]

Didn't have anything like, uh... [ "pregnancy test" ] vital signs readings, though.

[chides]

What? You mean your phones are all swipe-y?

[ he...can't think of a better way to describe it.... ]

[nightcure]

[ Swipe-y. He grins. ]

Only the swipiest.

[chides]

How do you call people with it? Is it hooked up to a landline?

[nightcure]

Magic.

[ don't! be! a shit! ]

[chides]

[ bro.... ]

Sooo people who don't have magical powers can't use them?

[nightcure]

Everyone on Eos uses magic.

[ he's fucking with u bro ]

[chides]

Oh. Right.

[ fuckin, ]

So...phones. Magic. Got it.

[nightcure]

Just kidding.

Cell phones use waves in the air or something to send messages.

[chides]

...That doesn't make it any better!

[ he's thinking of magical waves.... ]

[nightcure]

It's science or something.

[withoutred]

[ don't mind the stickybeak here. ]

You don't look twenty. No offense, of course.

[nightcure]

Yeah, I know.

[ He sounds so bothered by it. ]

Probably just a trick or something.

[withoutred]

[ She tilts her head, examining Noctis properly now. ]

For it to be a trick, it would have to be reversible in some way. I'm assuming you've already tried washing it [ She gestures at... his face, pretty much. ] off or something...?

[ She... really doubts it's a trick, but hey, it's certainly a good conversation topic. ]

[nightcure]

[ Well, he did shave, but... ]

Got me there.

[ It's obvious how unsettled he is. ]

But I probably didn't fall asleep for ten years on the road.

[withoutred]

Well, others have reported discrepancies in their memory.

[ She shrugs. ]

For all intents and purposes, perhaps you did fall asleep for ten years on the road. The simplest solution is sometimes the correct one.

[nightcure]

No way. I mean, I nap more than the guys, sure, but I was kind of on the way to my wedding.

[ So like. Yeah. ]