Cheryl spends much of her time in her cell, stripped down to her underwear as she doctors the jumpsuit she's been given. She later rushes over to the laundry, covered with a towel, to put some final touches on. The finished product has a high collar and looks like some sort of skintight black fetish suit, being covered in space duct tape and all, but she'll take the small bits of autonomy she can take in these situations.
Some time later, when things have quieted down a little, Cheryl makes her way to the kitchen again after spending some time in the storage room, and a new addition is erected in the cafeteria.
The shrine appears to be made of cardboard boxes that have been cut, folded, and shaped into a shrine-like structure, and has subsequently been decorated with some flowers (made of duct tape) and two crude but lovingly drawn pictures of the late Fourtinbras and Scraggly, complete with their names. Inside the box-shrine, there's another, smaller box, which looks like an emptied out and decorated box for disposable tissues. That's for any letters to the deceased that people wanna get off their chest.
Meanwhile, Cheryl busies herself with making hot chocolate for anyone who dares to come in. A bowl of grease mixed in with soot sits next to her, with a cotton swab stuck in it.
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Cheryl spends much of her time in her cell, stripped down to her underwear as she doctors the jumpsuit she's been given. She later rushes over to the laundry, covered with a towel, to put some final touches on. The finished product has a high collar and looks like some sort of skintight black fetish suit, being covered in space duct tape and all, but she'll take the small bits of autonomy she can take in these situations.
Some time later, when things have quieted down a little, Cheryl makes her way to the kitchen again after spending some time in the storage room, and a new addition is erected in the cafeteria.
The shrine appears to be made of cardboard boxes that have been cut, folded, and shaped into a shrine-like structure, and has subsequently been decorated with some flowers (made of duct tape) and two crude but lovingly drawn pictures of the late Fourtinbras and Scraggly, complete with their names. Inside the box-shrine, there's another, smaller box, which looks like an emptied out and decorated box for disposable tissues. That's for any letters to the deceased that people wanna get off their chest.
Meanwhile, Cheryl busies herself with making hot chocolate for anyone who dares to come in. A bowl of grease mixed in with soot sits next to her, with a cotton swab stuck in it.
It's the least she can do.]