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]

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.

[neverheardofhim]

If any trouble crops up, I'll stop. Or at least not write their pieces in public. It's not worth causing any strain.

[Not with this so-called Rule 7 looming over them now.]

That put your mind at ease?

[tenimuho]

Yes. I'd like to read your writing, but not if it causes trouble here.

[Even he has priorities that are more important than books.]

[neverheardofhim]

Tell you what -- give me a week or two and I'll write something for you. Not about here, Andraste's tits I don't want anything to do with here more than I have to.

I'll... tell you a story about home. Sound good?

[tenimuho]

I would like that a lot.

[He's internally sparkling, no one's written anything for him specifically before...!]

Thank you.

[neverheardofhim]

Sure thing. Figure a nice bit of modern history might strike your fancy? I already told it to Red -- Pyrrha -- but its a pretty popular tale. And this way I can write down all the details, rather than trying to remember it all off the top of my head.

[tenimuho]

I'd be very grateful. Thank you.

[He doesn't know much of history, Varric's or otherwise.]

Take your time.

[neverheardofhim]

Alright, you got it. Any special requests -- I could probably dig up some disgusting romance if you're into that sort of thing.

[tenimuho]

Whatever you want to write will be fine. I read a lot of different genres, I'm not picky.