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

[empathiser]

[Yeah. He doesn't need an empathy disorder to tell that's some bullshit you're spouting there.

so he just.

hands over another plate. light 'em the fuck up.

but you're cleaning everything afterwards, just saying.]

[nightcure]

[ That's true. He wishes these plates had Ardyn's face on them. That'd be nice.

Noctis gives him a tight grin before throwing the plate down with... wow, that's a lot of force. Geez. ]

[empathiser]

[Well, would you look at that. He's better at therapy than Hannibal Lecter ever was.

Still that shard of plate did ricochet ridiculously far across the floor so that'll be fun to find later.]

Pissed off at the trial, pissed off at something else, or both?

[nightcure]

Both.

[ He kicks a bit of the ceramic pieces into a little pile. ]

At Spikes. At the whole deal with this place. At someone from my home.

[ At himself. ]

[empathiser]

[Well, hang on there's got to be broom around here somewhere. Let's see if Will can find anything.]

That sounds about right for this place.

[Will is... angry at this place, at this set up, and definitely at someone back home. He's livid and heartbroken and ... there's nothing he can do about it because they're four thousand odd years in the future and no amount of hatred and complexity of emotion can do anything about it.

But it still hurts. Raw and gaping, like a hole through his chest.]

And thinking about it just makes you feel even more powerless.

[nightcure]

[ He nods and lets out a little frustrated grunt. Still toeing those pieces into a small pile. There are so many goddamn questions--are Ignis and Gladio okay? Why were Prompto and Ardyn acting so damn weird? Why was he so angry?

It's frustrating. So frustrating, and the more he dwells on it the worse it gets. ]

Kinda wish I could just punch my way out of here. [ A dry laugh. ] S'what Gladio would do, anyway.

[empathiser]

[And there is a small victory because Will has found a broom, a dustpan and a brush. Think fast, Noctis, he's throwing the dustpan and brush your way.]

If we are in space I wouldn't recommend it. Asphyxiation in the great vacuum of space isn't on my list of "best ways to die".

[In fact, nothing is on his list of best ways to die.]

...Gladio? That someone you know?

[nightcure]

[ He catches them both pretty easily and kneels down to start brushing the pieces into the pan. Hey, he made the mess, he's gonna clean it up with no complaints.

He lets out a little ghost of a laugh. ]

Yeah, that's pretty much the only thing that's stopping me.

[ He nods, looking up at Will. ]

One of my friends, yeah. Big guy, almost as big as Akande.

[empathiser]

Good to know you have a little self-restraint.

[And thanks for not angrily destroying the ship and sentencing all of them to a hideous death. That's real nice of you.]

Huh. [That's... quite the size.] Like, tall? Or in the [he makes a motion with his hands - expanding them horizontally.] wide and imposing sort of way?

["Is he built like a brick wall?" is more what he's trying to say.]

[nightcure]

[ He's a good boy, Will. ]

Both. [ Actually, hold on. Noctis pulls from his pocket a picture. ]

That's Gladio, [ he says, pointing to the big guy. ]

[empathiser]

[He's, like, four years younger than Will if Will doesn't get to be a good boy neither do you, Noctis.

He moves back over to Noctis to get a better look at the picture he's brandishing, and te person he's pointing too and... yup. He sure looks like a giant powerhouse, that's for sure. But he's also not the only person in the picture.]

Who are the others? Friends of yours?

[nightcure]

[ Don't give me your technicalities, okay.

Noctis nods, looking at the picture. By the Six, he misses them so much. Misses shooting the shit, misses driving around in the Regalia. Misses indulging them in training, cooking, photoshoots... ]

Yeah. Those are the guys. Prompto's the blond, Ignis is the one with the glasses.

[empathiser]

[You can't make me.]

I see.

[The picture just feels... happy. Like a photograph with friends should do. He doesn't need empathy to read that either, but it just rolls off the picture with ease even with his empathy very quiet and difficult to tap in to.]

You were on a trip somewhere? [Or... he'd assume, by the car.]

[nightcure]

[ Damn, foiled. ]

Yep. Us and the Regalia, on a roadtrip to a wedding.

[ ... a wedding he's sure never happened. ]

[empathiser]

[ Oh. ]

A wedding?

This looks like the ultimate bachelor party, if that's the case.

[ A long roadtip to the next stage of your life. If he were a romantic sort of person, he'd think it poetic. ]

[nightcure]

Oh yeah. Just me and the guys, driving around, beating up monsters...

[ He sounds a lot happier talking about this. ]

[empathiser]

[If it saves their plates, then it's all for the greater good.]

... Wait, beating up monsters?

[nightcure]

Lots of monsters. Big ones, small ones...

[empathiser]

I'm still stuck on the monster part in general. You have those where you're from? Big claws, jaws, etc?

[nightcure]

Huge claws, bigger jaws. Really dangerous if you're not prepared.

[empathiser]

[Huh.]

That sounds like something out of a novel, not a real life scenario.