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]

That you expect me to turn my back to you.

[She crosses her arms.] You leave first.

[tuskenlancer]

[ Are you fucking kidding her right now.

She just stares for a second, jaw dropping, and then laughs, sharp and disbelieving. ]

I was here first.

[ You know. In case she'd forgotten. ]

You don't like it, you leave. You can look around all you want by yourself when I'm done.

[ebonyknight]

Fine.

[Okay, you know what? She backs out of the door because, well. You know what? Agents aren't people you turn your back on.]

I'm leaving.

[tuskenlancer]

Good.

[ She feels a small, petty thrill of victory as Apollo backs away, and stands her ground, determined not to look away until she's gone. ]

Don't let the door hit your ass on the way out.

[ebonyknight]

[Muffled 'swine' in the distance.]