Week 3

[airlockedmods]

[Four people dead now - six, if you include the crew. Things have been a little rough on the Starfield Penitentiary this week. Blaze Dudely doesn't make a public reappearance during the weekend, so you've got a few days to yourselves to recover, though he's probably still sticking to his office hours if you really feel like going to see him. On Sunday morning, you may find that you're recovering a a few other things as well - both strange dreams and some new items.

In addition, there's a new set of doors at the end of the corridor, by that empty space where you'd been having your fight club. Looks like you've got a new wing to explore.]



Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday

(( ooc: Don't forget to turn in your AC for Week 2, submit your memory regains, and put in your benefactor threads! ))

Comments

[airlockedmods]

[Nothing is happening.

> Investigate?]

[goldrighthand]

...another 'victim'?

[Though this isn't rhyming. Or some of the others he's seen. Even so: what.]

[pr159]

[ ....No???

He'll give it a minute or so, but then he's just going to turn to go back to his cell (fuck it, he can return this glass later)... and glance back over his shoulder... ]

[airlockedmods]

[The box is open.]

[empathiser]

[He kinda... holds it up a little? So Pyrrha can see how it might fit her or something??]

... Sort of like you were seeing a memory?

[So that's... three people - himself, Mako and Pyrrha - who have had these bizarre 'dreams'?]

[pr159]

[ uh






stops and stares at it again ]

[empathiser]

So they're just... random? Or at some dreams and others are memories?

[How does this even work?]

1/2

[airlockedmods]

[The box sits there.]

[empathiser]

[He's invested in this now.]

... Why though? Does it add anything to the cleaning?

[empathiser]

I wouldn't stab a toy version of my dog, that's just morbid.

[toomanybaseballs]

... I have no idea.

[Weird looking thing.]

And fyi, a recorder is a cheap flute they make elementary school kids play.

2/2

[airlockedmods]

[A high-pitched, unholy screech comes from overhead and something heavy drops down onto Rideaux's shoulders.]

[andneversaydie]

Okay, yeah, that's true. I'm not sure how they'd actually manage that, but I guess it's just some future stuff I don't get.

[empathiser]

Back in your home, you mean?

[Where she'd mentioned the murder games that had happened in her school?]

So this was someone who'd been in the school with you?

[airlockedmods]

[Enjoy it while it's up there, Rick, because your artistic statement is gone by dinner time...


And replaced with a drawing of a robot hand giving a thumbs up?]

[tenimuho]

I can't really explain it either, this isn't something I'm knowledgeable... We have space ships, humans have landed on the moon, but they can't go very far.

[goldrighthand]

[blaze plz]

[pr159]

[ FUCKING CHRIST DID IT TELEPORT OR ???

SHOVES IT AWAY OR AT LEAST ATTEMPTS TO????? ]

[rickdiculous]

[Cool. Rick will hold on to that.

There is now a close-to photorealistic drawing of Blaze Dudley sucking a giant swollen penis on the fridge.]

[toomanybaseballs]

[As much of an immature teenager Leon is, the sight of the chubby cyborg that's kidnapped everyone sucking a hyperrealistic dick goes past funny toilet humor territory and straight into uncanny valley.]

[He's not taking it down, but he's putting a big black sheet of paper over it with the words "NOT SAFE FOR SANITY" scrawled on it.]

[tenimuho]

[There's also a kind of mediocre drawing of a sunflower.

Hi, he heard they were decorating the fridge?]

[rickdiculous]

[there's a piece of tape on that paper reading "SOMEONE GOT OFFENDED BY THE PENIS"]

[toomanybaseballs]

... I kind of wish they left the stick figure Dudley in a dress up there. That was actually kinda funny.

[tenimuho]

If you miss it, I could try to draw one. But it wouldn't be as good as the one that's gone.

[toomanybaseballs]

... Oh, yeah. I was trying to teach my cousin how to pitch a ball at 160 kilometers per hour on New Year's. I kinda made a bet with her without realizing the record for girls was 140 kilometers per hour... So... That was a bit awkward. But she tried anyway...

[In other words, he's actually remembering some of his life before Monokuma.]

I'm kind of rambling here. What was your weird dream about?