week 2

[airlockedmods]

[With the sudden pirate takeover and the sudden, tragic deaths of the crew, the second week of the Starfield Penitentiary rehabilitation project is off to a rough start. After Price's call for parlay with the pirate captain, he was not seen for the remainder of Saturday but around 10 pm it is his calm but tense voice that makes the time announcement.

Buckle in, Champions, things are about to get bumpy.]

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[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your AC for week 1 and submit your threads for the Benefactors!]

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[neverheardofhim]

[Varric had been noticeably absent over the past week, and while he might have been short, he wasn't so easily missed. Perhaps only one person could guess as to his whereabouts -- Varric's roommate.

However, following the announcement, Varric seemed keen on avoiding Cell 4, instead spending the bulk of his time in the library. If nothing else, there was something to show for his disappearance -- a hefty stack of papers all adorned with Varric's handwriting. Depending on when you pass by, you might spot a relatively blank sheet with your name on it.

Toward midway though, Varric returns his work to his cell and makes for the kitchen. The smell of stew is slow to follow, but eventually it becomes clear that Varric is cooking something -- though what the meat is, he isn't entirely sure.]

library

[nightcure]

[ Noctis is here... mostly because he figures if it's here, why not make use of it. Maybe he can figure out stuff about this place, even if it's just culture stuff. ]

Hey, Varric. [ Huh. ] What're you writing?

[neverheardofhim]

Notes, details, anything that might mean something. [His voice was distant and distracted. It took him another few seconds to finish his sentence, at which point he blinked up at the young man.]

In places like this, every little detail matters. It might be our talents, or something that Dudley Pyre says, but at some point, one little fragment might just make the difference. [He paused for a moment, chuckling to himself.]

That, or I'm just wasting everyone's time.

[nightcure]

Huh. Useful.

[ He pulls up a chair, grinning at Dudley Pyre. ]

I'll help if you want me to. Don't know if I'll be as eloquent as the Champion Silver Tongue but I'll do what I can.

[neverheardofhim]

Silver tongue. [He let out a scoff.] Whoever assigned those has some explaining to do. Why can't I be the Wordsmith.

[He shook his head, letting out a sigh as he did.]

Don't worry about making it sound pretty -- just tell me anything you've noticed that might be important. Or hell, anything you know from back home might help too.

[nightcure]

Maybe you could petition Spikes.

[ He snorts. Yeah, right. ]

Anything I noticed? [ He leans back in his chair, hands behind his head. ] Talked to Doc a while back. He confirmed that our memories are gone, and that we'll start getting them back soon.

[neverheardofhim]

Memories? Explains the age differences then.

[At least he had another decade and a half to look forward to. He was damn near convinced that Bartrand's expedition would kill him. Unless he spent that time running around in the dark, but he got the feeling he looked too good having lived his life like that.]

You planning on stealing my thing though, kid? Usually I'm the one that hands out nicknames.

[nightcure]

Yeah. And a lot of things.

[ Like the faint scarring on his arm, the scars and wounds he doesn't remember getting. ]

Your thing? Even if I knew it was your thing I wouldn't stop. There's room in this place for two nicknamers.

[neverheardofhim]

It's going to get confusing if we keep it up. We're going to have to coordinate, and that's just going to be a mess. You better quit while you're ahead.

Respect your elders and all that.

[That is absolutely a teasing sneer on his face. Oops.]

library!

[withoutred]

[ She came in here for books about... well, anything future-y, but snooping on people with writing utensils definitely comes first. ]

Oh! You found paper somewhere, Tethras-san...?

[neverheardofhim]

[Varric didn't immediately jump onto answering the woman's -- Erika, if he recalled -- question. Rather, he blinked at the honorific added to his name, as if he could somehow understand the phrase by comparing it the languages of his own world.

Failing that, Varric shook his head and simply smiled at the girl.]

Storage closet. Rick damn near raided everything good in there, but I managed to grab what mattered to me.

[withoutred]

[ She doesn't mind the wait - she's too upbeat today to be brought down by minor details like that. But she sighs wistfully at his response. ]

Aaah, I suppose I've missed my chance, then. [ Don't mind her inviting herself to a chair nearby. ] I doubt he would've left any behind.

[ Don't mind her also glancing over at his writing while making conversation, too. Detectives gotta detect. ]

I suppose it's what I get for being so lax last week. It's rather lucky you got there first.

[neverheardofhim]

I'm sure I have some to spare back in my room. You're welcome to bother The Wordsmith
[Nope not bitter.] and take some once we're through?

[Erika wouldn't find anything too egregious written on the pages. Her own page as well as Noctis and Pyrrha's were currently visible, though hers was slightly less detailed than that of the other two. Included on the page were the basic details included on her profile. As Varric sat mulling over both her words and his thoughts, he reached out and added something onto her page.

Champion Detective.]

I don't mind sharing, so long as you don't mind sharing information, that is.

[withoutred]

[ Hm. He's a smart one, then, to be writing down the profiles as they stand. If they changed once, they might again before this is through. Also ]

Mm, I already promised Mako-san I would, so I don't mind including another person. [ She minds. She minds so much. ] We might all work better if we stick together, right?

[ Plus she really wants paper. This stupid wrist-screen thing is pissing her off. ]

[neverheardofhim]

Exactly.

[Something about the situation doesn't strike him as quite right, but Varric didn't know the woman, and had no reason to suspect it was her specifically. More likely, he was simply on edge after the events of the weekend.] [Basically: Summon your party and go forth, Erika.]

[withoutred]

[ She taps her fingers on the table for a moment, mulling over what to share - it pains her to admit she hadn't caught much yet, so there's not much to keep back... ]

Admittedly, most of my observations so far have been about people, rather then anything relating to our situation as a whole. [ Basically she's a nosy git. ] But, let's see.... Where would you rather I start - our fellow inmates, or the particular pair in power?

[ Even if Price is practically a puppet now. Oops. ]

[neverheardofhim]

Let's work our way down the pyramid. [Flaming Ditz sat firmly at the top, and was likely going to be the source of all their troubles. Price was right below him by virtue of being in on the initial scheme.]

Those two first, then tell me what you've observed of the people. Who seems to be in charge out of all of us. Who has the best chance of helping us escape, that sort of thing.

You do that for me, and I'll do the same for you. We can see how our notes compare.

[Though Varric's were likely to be more sparse, considering his absence]

library

[tenimuho]

Oh, Varric. What have you been writing?

[And can he read it? Please let him read it, it's probably way more interesting than this book about robots.]

[neverheardofhim]

Nothing worth reading, not yet at least. [He held up a sheet of paper, one on Mako. A few notes were scribbled therein, but it was nothing more than a handful of bullet points and factoids.]

Gotta start small. The basics, like playing with children's blocks or something.

[tenimuho]

Do you find it hard to write when you move to a different place?

[He doesn't understand why this would be 'starting', if not.]

[neverheardofhim]

No, no, nothing like that. [He set the page down, then tapped on Noctis' name.] This is a new character, same as you are, same as anyone else here. And before I start writing anything, I have to understand them. Hence the details, and the stuff about blocks. What I work on here is going to serve as the backbone of whatever story comes out of this.

That backbone being the characters and their personalities.

Make sense?

[tenimuho]

It does.

[He's satisfied for a moment before another thought comes to him.]

Does anyone ever get upset about you writing about their experiences?

[neverheardofhim]

Plenty of people. Not here, not yet, but back home? Absolultely. It's why I've stayed away from non-fiction, more or less. Even doing the proper amount of research can irritate people.

But I figure here and now, of all places and things? This deserves to have the whole truth written out.

[The dwarf quirked a brow.]

Why? Do you have a problem?

[tenimuho]

No, I don't.

[He doesn't think of himself as being particularly interesting to write about, but he also isn't the type to jealously guard his own secrets.]

I just wanted to know if there was the risk of someone starting a fight over it.

Library

[silverguitarhero]

[He doesn't get too close, not knowing how Varric will take someone watching him write. Still, he looks interested in how thick the stack is.]

Are you a-writing your book on stars already?