Week 3

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[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! ))

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arrives 15 minutes late with spacebucks

[heartswapped]

[If she'd had known that everyone was getting these weird dream memories, then she was grateful, at least, that hers was a happy one. There's still a lot of things that seem kind of odd, a little blurry, but she distinctly remembers a pair of piercing bluish-gray eyes staring into hers, their heads both pressed against a pillow...

Anyway.

Once Cheryl discovers that there's another wing to explore, she can be found going back and forth from the craft room to the mess hall, upgrading the shrine in the latter so that it's just a bit more colorful, as well as fixing some of the torn edges of the cardboard.

Later, she's in the infirmary, raiding the cabinets for some ointments and basic disinfectants. She's not taking all of it, just what looks about reasonable for one person to have in their own medicine cabinet. If you look in the box, there's also several sock-like pouches made of fabric. If anyone's familiar enough, it looks like some of those liners used for prosthetics.

Even later still, she's in the exercise yard, racing Christine Juniors with a strange frilly creature. When she's done, she leaves both tiny cars lined up neatly in a corner, apparently deciding that they qualify as exercise gear. She and the Gothitelle stay there until it's almost night time, just staring at the stars together.]

exercise yard

[tenimuho]

[That is the cutest goddamn thing not related to his kids that Oda has seen in his life. He wants like twenty. Cars not necessary.]

Who's this?

[heartswapped]

Oh!

[She exits the car, as does the Gothitelle...which gives a little curtsy when Cheryl gestures towards her.]

This is Belle. [Her full name is Bellelba, like the sorceress in that book Oda's been reading from her world, but she never really uses her full name that much.] I don't know what she's doing here of all places, but! I found her outside my door this morning.

[tenimuho]

[So cute. So very cute.]

It's nice to meet you, Belle. [He'll nod his head toward her, since he can't really curtsy or anything.]

How long have you known her, Cheryl?

[heartswapped]

Since I was maybe... geez, nine or ten? Most kids get their first Pokemon around that age.

She was a lot tinier then, too.

[tenimuho]

[and probably even more adorable]

That's quite a while. How did you meet?

[heartswapped]

[Without missing a beat:]

Oh, my parents traded eggs with another breeder. I didn't know what exactly was going to hatch out of it until it happened.

But the older you get, the more you learn how to recognize the different types of eggs.

[Since her profile does say she's a Pokemon breeder...]

[tenimuho]

So you've been friends with her since she was born. That sounds nice.

[Pokemom also moms Pokemon.]

[heartswapped]

Yeah, my family's been breeding Pokemon for years.

[tenimuho]

For sale?

[Like animal breeders.]

[heartswapped]

[She gives a small nod.]

I guess it's the same in your world. You can just catch Pokemon out in the wild; most people do, but if you want rarer species or better genes, you'd have to be willing to go the extra mile.

[tenimuho]

...That's not the same, actually. If you just caught an animal off the street it would probably bite you, and it would be very difficult to keep as a pet if not impossible.

[heartswapped]

Wait.

Are you freaking serious?

[HUMANS IN YOUR WORLD ARE WEAK AND WILL NOT SURVIVE THE WINTER.]

[tenimuho]

Yes...? Most animals aren't domesticated and can't be trained.

[heartswapped]

Maybe you guys just aren't trying hard enough.

[tenimuho]

...I feel like I should be offended on other people's behalf.

[heartswapped]

What? It's a legit question.

[With all the innocence of a newborn Deerling, this one.]

[tenimuho]

In my world, animals have to be bred for generations for the right traits before they're trainable. If you just find an animal out of the wild, the odds are that it's never going to obey you.

[heartswapped]

Your world sounds...disappointing.

[tenimuho]

That's probably true. I don't think our animals are as smart as Belle, either.

[heartswapped]

You mean, are they really dumb, or...

[tenimuho]

I suppose so. Not nearly as smart as humans.

[heartswapped]

...do you have any pets, Oda?

[She's just. Idly wondering.]

[tenimuho]

I don't. Never have, either.

[heartswapped]

Well, that's a shame. I know your animals are different, but you really seem like the kind of guy who'd make a great Pokemon trainer.

[She's imagining him as a Dark or maybe Ghost trainer.]