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

[tuskenlancer]

[ She looks at him for a moment, confused, then without a word hands the book over to him. It's his book, after all. Never mind that it had appeared in her room. Besides. He looks...not upset, exactly, but he isn't smiling and joking the way he had the last time they'd talked, either. Something's off.

Still...she doesn't get it. ]

Confirm what? You wrote it, didn't you? [ She frowns. ] Shouldn't you know what it says?

[neverheardofhim]

I... did.

[If Varric wanted to, he could have crafted a couple more lies to get him out of the trouble he had talked himself into. You didn't survive as long as he did, greasing palms and soaking up information, without being able to lie your way out of any given situation.

The trouble was, a part of him didn't want to lie. He hadn't forgotten that CT's honesty in the face of meeting Dr. Price. She didn't have to tell him they knew each other, didn't have totell him anything that she had. It hadn't been mountains of information, but it was still something. He figured he owed her the truth at least once.

Besides, most people had realized by now that their memories weren't entirely intact.]

I don't remember writing it. I'm sure I did -- no one else really knew about what I did for Daisy. But hell, I only just remembered Bartrand betraying me in the first place.

[tuskenlancer]

...Oh.

[ She knows that her own memories aren't intact. She doesn't remember how she got here, after all, and neither does anyone else, apparently.

She'd also known that her memories would start to return; the Counselor had told her as much. When she'd awoken this morning remembering more than she had the night before, she'd been...unsettled, and confused, but perhaps not as surprised as some of the others.

She can't imagine forgetting writing a full book though, let alone all the things that had happened in it. ]

...I hope it helps, then.

[neverheardofhim]

[The dwarf reached for the book once more, then drew his hand back. After a moment of thought, he lowered it completely, shaking his head as he did.]

How about... How about you finish reading first, then I'll pick it up.

[If there was anything to be afraid of surely CT would warn him in that case. And as long as he read the book before the week was over, he wouldn't have to worry about waking up with unpleasant memories rattling about in his head without warning.]

[tuskenlancer]

[ She frowns, looking at him in surprise. If their positions were reversed, if he held a book that told her future...

Yeah, there's no way she'd do the same thing. She'd want to know what was coming. Immediately. ]

Are you sure?

[neverheardofhim]

Not... Not really, honestly. [Nevertheless, Varric managed a boisterous sort of laugh. He was used to putting things on hold for others. And really, what was one or two days without knowing what his future held.]

Just... make sure you're a quick reader, alright? And if I die at the end, if this is some posthumous collection of my diaries... tell me, okay?

[tuskenlancer]

[ CT still looks doubtful, but she nods, taking the book back and hugging it carefully against her chest. ]

I'll read it fast.

[ Oh. She swallows, glancing down at the cover, then nods again. ]

Are you sure? I could tell you everyone lived happily ever after. You'd never have to know.

[ She's kidding, trying to cheer him up, but her smile wavers a little as she says it. ]

[neverheardofhim]

I wouldn't believe it if you did.

[Varric knew himself. He wouldn't have written a story like this if it had a happy ending. Something had gone wrong, and if he was honest with himself? He wasn't surprised. The friends that both he and Hawke had surrounded themselves with were more explosive than the qunari blackpowder.

Not to mention Kirkwall being a powder keg in and of itself.]

I appreciate the thought though.

[tuskenlancer]

[ Funny he should mention explosions...

CT's not there yet, though. She nods seriously, smoothing her hand across the cover. ]

Okay. I'll tell you.

[neverheardofhim]

Much appreciated. I'd offer to do the same but... [He let out a low chuckle. Even the gravity of the revelations the book was bound to provide wasn't enough to completely break his spirit.

But then, there was very little out there that would be able to do that.]

I doubt you'll have any books of your life come spilling out of that machine.

[tuskenlancer]

[ CT smiles ruefully, then looks away. ]

Yeah. Probably not.

[ Carolina, maybe. Tex. Not her. ]

[neverheardofhim]

Just means I have a new subject to study. Always looking for a good audience, you know. And you seem like you have quite the story to tell.

[Nevertheless, Varric didn't pry any further. He simply waved his hand idly, as if shooing the thought away.]

Another time though. Take care, and let me know what you think.

[tuskenlancer]

[ CT scoffs, shaking her head, but she can't quite hide a small smile at the thought of Varric writing a story about her. She nods, glancing briefly down at the book again and then back at Varric. ]

I will.