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

[ebonyknight]

[Even as tainted as those woods were, Apollo recognized it instantly as Lumacie. That monster... it had to be some tainted version of Yggdrasil. Maybe Dark Essence was involved? The Prime Minister was no where to be found...

But the doll standing in front of Yggdrasil, sounding so contrite and sorrowful--

"Why are you doing this?! Are you trying to hurt me?!"

"N-no... I just know that I'm no longer of use to you. So I thought..."

"That you'd offer yourself up to this thing? Don't be ridiculous!"

It was confusing. She had been so ready to throw herself away--how did the doll even have the capacity for such emotion? The crew said she had seemed a normal girl but... Why had Apollo herself admitted that her quest was over? That was impossible.

Impossible.

That was why she headed towards the new area after grabbing the sword left in front of her cell and placing it awkwardly in the empty scabbard on her armor. First off is the exercise yard where she takes the blade to do some stances. It... calms her. Barely.

She's going to do it over and over, though. As if she's driven to do it. Later, she'll be in the kitchen. She makes herself some very overcooked lamb before sulkily it in the mess hall.]

exercise yard

[andneversaydie]

[...you know, by now, she should really feel a little less intimidated by Apollonia, given everything she's seen of her so far.

but um. with that sword, though...]

...um. Gosh. You know your stuff.

[ebonyknight]

[Not to mention that armor, as well... She stops for a moment.]

Hah... only through practice. At your age, I barely knew the basics.

[andneversaydie]

...wait, really? But you're not even that much older than me, are you?

[ebonyknight]

According to the profiles--[She glances at her one, unarmored wrist.]--I am eight years your senior. It was about age fourteen when I decided that the path of combat was the best one for me.

[andneversaydie]

I always thought that was the kind of thing you had to dedicate your life to when you were a little kid, though. I guess it's less about the when and more about the how much, though, huh?

[ebonyknight]

It depends on how much you dedicate yourself. The younger the better.

[andneversaydie]

...But I guess if you start and just work at it with all you've got, it doesn't matter as much...

[...she does seem a little pensive.]

So I guess even someone like me could get at least a little good.

[ebonyknight]

If you had enough drive to do it, yes. The question you'd have to ask then: what is your reason for doing so?

[andneversaydie]

...yeah. I dunno, really. Maybe wanting to pull my own weight? I mean, I'm used to pulling my own weight back home...

Kitchen

[heartswapped]

[Well, she can't go an entire day and not eat, because she is a normal human with bodily functions, and she doubts that Belle would be able to do the same, either. So some time before Cheryl heads over to the exercise yard herself, she stops by here with her Gothitelle.

She's just a little perplexed at the lamb.]

So I've got no idea what that is, but... it seems a little too done.

[You might wanna check that.]

[ebonyknight]

[What is that thing? She stares at the Pokemon for a moment before cursing under her breath. She yanks the pan off the burner.]

Damn... After I finally tried to get some good food.

[heartswapped]

Well...

[She's. Trying to be helpful.]

You could maybe try putting it in a soup?

[Some sort of liquid would at least make it less tough!]

[ebonyknight]

A soup?

[Really? Would that work? What is cooking.]

Would it tenderize the meat?

[heartswapped]

S'what my nonnie always did.

[This didn't actually help, but whatever.]

I think it still ought to also be okay for dumplings or a pie, if you wanna try those.

[ebonyknight]

Dumplings, yes... that would taste good.

[Mmm, lamb.]

[heartswapped]

I'll go get the stuff for dough, if that's what you want.

[ebonyknight]

I would, yes.

[heartswapped]

[She begins gathering some flour and space eggs, along with looking for other assorted ingredients]

At least I think I remember how it's done...

I'll get the dough ready; you think you can handle getting the meat nice and shredded?

exercise yard

[acerolaorion]

Ah, a sword!

[ Hopefully poor Apollonia wasn't expecting peace and quiet. Your rambunctious vampire friend is here! And she's oohing and aahing at her, as she takes up her stances--

...Until she realizes it's made out of plastic. ]

A...toy sword!

[ebonyknight]

That isn't my fault.

[She huffs at the second comment. She was just practicing! And it's not her fault they wouldn't give her a real weapon.]

[acerolaorion]

It seems pointless to train with such a thing, even if the shape is accurate, human. The weight would be off, would it not? To go through the motions is a waste of time!

[ebonyknight]

It's to keep the mind sharp and fresh. Surely someone of your advanced age would realize that much.

[acerolaorion]

I'll choose to take that as an acknowledgement of my wisdom, rather than as a jab at my age, thank you very much.

There are more practical ways of training the mind, in any case.

[ebonyknight]

You may take it that way even if you've acted the part of the senile old woman and young brat.

I've trained my mind in intellectual pursuits as well. [This is just relaxing?]