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

[rickdiculous]

I'm here so I can insult you for an hour. Without you being able to leave the room.

Someday, I'm gonna rub my - my sweaty balls on your eyesockets. Just all over those bitches.

[toomanybaseballs]

[Rick, you gross old man. Nobody needed to hear that.]

[thecounselor]

[He doesn't even dignify that with a response, just makes note of something on his tablet.]

cw: gross talk about ricks balls

[rickdiculous]

Just...just so much ball sweat. All inside of your eyes.

I don't care how much...much good sex I'm messing out on because of it, I won't - I won't wash those fuckers for at least a week just to make sure you...you get all the full fuckin force of my balls. I'll run six hour mara-[eergh]-thons every day for - for a month. Just to make sure you get the...the full brunt of my...ballsack. I'll fuckin tie you down and slap 'em - 'em right against your goddamn eyes. Just goin full ballsack on you.

That's how much I hate you.

[thecounselor]

[A small, tired sigh.

Resorts to childish, homoerotic threats against authority.]

[rickdiculous]

Oh, I'm sorry, did I - did I offend you? Mister...Mister Fuc- fucking ball-licker?

That's what you're gonna do, you know. When you're done taking my balls against your eyeholes. You're gonna lick 'em. Ball sweat is gonna run down your eyes and - and then your mouth. I'm gonna gag you with my fucking tes-[ergh]-ticles.

[heartswapped]

[ew]