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

[heartswapped]

Oh! It's... probably mine, actually.

[Memory regains and all.]

I guess we could move the shelves around and squeeze it in, but honestly? I've got no use for it anymore.

[silverguitarhero]

[A raised eyebrow] So this is just a copy of your real cake, then? [He actually chuckles a bit.] I wonder if there's any saying about eating your wedding cake twice being an unlucky thing...

[heartswapped]

If there is, I never heard of it. And hey, people supposedly ate the real one already, unless our kidnappers have the power to just yoink cakes out of spacetime, so-

[She shrugs.]

I think our food supplies are getting low, anyway...

[silverguitarhero]

[He nods.] I suppose there can be no harm in slicing it to fit better, then.

[heartswapped]

[She takes a knife from the nearest knife holder...thing and poises to cut it.]

It's...strange, really. I probably wouldn't even have recognized it if it weren't for those weird dreams we had.

[silverguitarhero]

You think your dream may actually be a memory, then? [At least that's better than dreams of the future. Those are nasty stuff.]

[heartswapped]

Yeah. There's way too much coming together for me to not think it is.

[Her eyes seem just a bit distant for a moment.]

And if it makes you feel any better about it, I doubt Ren would've cared.

[silverguitarhero]

Ah, that's the name of your husband?

[heartswapped]

Ren Sanzashi?

[Her face lights up just a little.]

And to think I didn't know until yesterday...

[SHE'S GONNA PUNCH THE MEMORY MANIPULATORS IN THE FACE]

[silverguitarhero]

[He smiles at seeing her light up like that.] Truly one of the worse things to forget. Though perhaps that means I do have a wife myself, though I've not remembered any woman who might hold that place for me.

[heartswapped]

Well, maybe if whoever brought us here has the courtesy to give us our damn memories back...

[silverguitarhero]

And at a swifter pace than they already have. All I recalled was some fool woman trying to spell me into loving her. [He definitely sounds annoyed about that.]

[heartswapped]

Wait, like, mind control?

[Hooo boy, does she have some experience with that.]

[silverguitarhero]

[He nods solemnly.] She was right mad that I'd ignored her when I played for Old Major Enderby, though there were men a-plenty that didn't. [What is it with women wanting him because he doesn't want them?]

[heartswapped]

...that's just dumb.

[Look, she likes attention as much as the next girl, but that's a really poor use of mind control.]

[silverguitarhero]

[He sighs.] I told her the same. She had little desire to listen 'til she was distracted by the appearance of the man who first told her that spell.

[heartswapped]

I'm gonna guess he was either smokin' hot or really ugly.

[silverguitarhero]

He was pure ugly, both his face and his words. He intended to trick Miss Annalinda into making a deal with the Other for the sake of the spell she wanted.