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

Room of Fire

[neverheardofhim]

[Varric had watched Akande duck into the room of fire, but didn't follow immediately. That came only after the man didn't emerge after the amount of time the dwarf might have allotted for investigating the place.

Fearing the worst -- either that Doomfist had fallen and hurt himself, or that he was somehow ambushed -- Varric followed him in not longer. Finding the man in the position he was certainly qualified as interesting, perhaps even bordering on the weird. The writer kept his more humorous quips to himself, however.

He wasn't about to pick a fight where his ass could easily be lit on fire.]

Careful in here, big guy. Don't want to suffer another one of those trials over an accident or anything.

[goldrighthand]

[he's fine, he's fine. not opening his eyes, but there's a little snort of derision]

I wonder how one would even vote for the 'culprit' in that case.

[neverheardofhim]

You, for putting yourself in a stupid situation. Or maybe me, for not telling you to leave.

[Varric gave a quick shrug.]

Maybe we shouldn't stick around to find out though?

[goldrighthand]

The heat bothers you that badly?

[But he's thinking he's just about done here, anyway. Akande slowly rises to his feet, cracking his neck as he does]

[neverheardofhim]

Like I said, just worried about a criminal investigation. I'm fine in the heat, really.

[And yet he's sweating quite a lot, and looking mildly unhappy about it. Sure, Jan.]

[goldrighthand]

Of course you are.

[Any calmer and it'd be sarcastic; as it is, there's just enough 'That's A Thing' that he seems to be just. matter of fact with it.

But at least he's leaving?]

At least it would be a simple one.

[neverheardofhim]

Till Blaze up there starts pointing out loopholes and gets us all killed. [Even if Akande was moving, Varric wasn't giving up the subject. Let it go, Varric...]

[goldrighthand]

Not all of us. He wants a winner, after all.

[maybe they should go find the Frozen Room?]

[neverheardofhim]

So, one of us gets to live with a trophy and survivors guilt. Doesn't sound too pleasant to me.

[Next time, on Airlocked...]

[goldrighthand]

Unless the one who survives gets used to it.

[Next up; dream sequence with Mr. Rogers in a bloodstained sweater Akande on a pile of corpses]

[neverheardofhim]

Is this you speaking from experience, Goldie?

[Go on, tell Dr. Varric what's wrong.]

[goldrighthand]

[goldie what. have a brief arch of his brow before Akande shrugs]

Not this kind.

[neverheardofhim]

And here I thought you spent your free time in prison, playing games with space pirates.

[Listen, Akande...]

[goldrighthand]

[he knows you're trying to joke but you're still getting a sideways look]

And what do you do in yours?