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

[tokencanadian]

[She immediately comes over, carefully.]

Are you hurt at all? Broken pieces of plate can be extremely sharp.

[Less then casual...]

[nightcure]

I didn't cut myself or anything, nah.

[ He gets to sweeping up the pieces. ]

[tokencanadian]

I'm glad. [She looks down and-] Wait here. Don't clean this up with your hands.

[And, Pyrrha hurries right back out of the room. She returns a moment later, holding Scraggly's metal broom in her hands, the one he gave her.]

Let me help. I can make it easier for both of us.

[nightcure]

[ ... He recognizes the broom, and he tries not to dwell too hard on the fact that its original owner is gone. It'll just make him angry again, and anger on top of anger isn't a good thing. ]

Thanks, Pyrrha. [ Man, no wonder one of her crimes is excessive politeness. But it's not a bad thing. ] I owe you one.

[tokencanadian]

It's no problem. [She tries not to think about it too. She fails every time. But at least she can use it for it's normal use, instead of clobbering robots.]

I wouldn't say you do, I'm just trying to help, it should be natural.

[She doesn't know what's going on, but it's the least she could do.]

[nightcure]

[ He helps her sweep up--or, she helps him, either way. The shards get swept up, and Noctis lets out a short laugh. ]

Could've left me all alone. [ He really doubts she would. He admires that. ] Not everyone here would lend me a hand.

[tokencanadian]

[She helps. She likes to help others. It's easier then helping herself.]

I could have. But where would you be without me here? [She offers him a smirk.] Or my amazing broom?

[nightcure]

[ He can't help it. He returns the grin. ]

True. You're sweeping away the competition with that thing.