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]

Prompt A - Closed to Akande

[Rick wakes up hanging halfway off the lower bed, a small puddle of drool pooled on the floor underneath his open mouth. It's also noted that he's currently afflicted with what just might be the worst hangover he has ever had, and he audibly groans as he awakens from his drunken stupor.

He staggers out of the bed, nearly tripping over himself as he places his palm against the cell wall. He hasn't yet put his labcoat on, having used it as a blanket last night, and his eyes are half-lidded.

Good a time as any to catch his roomie before he heads out.]

Uh. Sup.

Prompt B

[Okay, for the most part, Rick is going to confine himself to the cell for the day. There's not much point in leaving it outside of grabbing the hoe and the maid uniform that show up and placing them back in the room.

But briefly, he'll make an appearance in the kitchen, eyes half-lidded. He grabs himself a bottle of water, and turns to leave. But in the process, he'll notice somebody standing there, and offer them a slightly quieter greeting than what would normally be expected of him.]

Yo.

bee

[helladoptera]

[ Max gives a little wave. ]

Hey there, Rick. Feeling... how are you feeling?

[rickdiculous]

Half-dead. Kinda.

[helladoptera]

Well... better than mostly dead, at least?

[ she's Trying... ]

... Stupid joke, sorry.

[rickdiculous]

No, no, that's....it's fine. You could've gone for the Half-Life joke, but - but Episode 3 isn't out in literally any dimension.

Props for trying.

[helladoptera]

And here I was hoping it happened somewhere out there.

[ She sighs. ]

Can... I ask you a question? It's not related to anything from last night, promise. Just a... science question, I guess.

[rickdiculous]

Yeah, uh...shoot.

[goldrighthand]

[The groan - an actual conscious groan, as opposed to mumbling in sleep - awakens Akande almost instantly. Not that he gets up or even opens his eyes, instead simply listening and figuring out Rick's motions through those cues. Good thing he did put him on the lower bunk, considering how uncoordinated he is; also a good thing that he was able to move the mattress from the upper, down to the floor.

Because that's where he is now, albeit tucked as out of the way as he could get it. Didn't want the hungover man stepping on him, after all. But as his eyes slit open, taking in the sight of the man...]

Hm.

[OH SHIT IT'S THE SILENT TREATMENT YOU REALLY PISSED HIM OFF-]

I'm glad we're out of liquor.

[-nevermind they're cool]

[rickdiculous]

I'm not.

[bless u my dude.]

Sorry you - you had to sleep on the floor. Or whatever.

[goldrighthand]

[He shrugs at that. NBD]

Make up for it by not doing it again.

[everybody gets one. or something.]

[rickdiculous]

Right, right..."you got it, dude." "Have Mercy." You know, all that.

[goldrighthand]

[Hff. Akande actually rolls his eyes at that, starting to sit up]

I mean it. Unless you want people questioning you.

[rickdiculous]

Questioning me on w- what, exactly. The fact that I'm a drunk old...old man?

b

[nightcure]

[ Huh. Ain't that different. Noctis raises a hand in greeting. ]

Hey. Doing alright?

[rickdiculous]

Yeah. For the - for the most part, I guess. Killer hangover.

[nightcure]

We did get kinda crazy last night.

[ Even he has a bit of a headache, but it's nothing he can't handle. Noct grabs a bottle of water for himself. ]

... Don't suppose you could science something edible out of thin air, huh.

[rickdiculous]

Don't exactly have anything on me that can do that right now, no.

Be difficult to make one with the shit they have here. It's - it's...you know this whole thing is like, planned, right. That they planned this.

[nightcure]

Yeah. It kind of seems like everything here's been planned from the beginning, like murder's the only thing that matters.

[rickdiculous]

Starving us is just part of - part of their shitty game. Like we're...we're gonna get to this weekend and it's gonna be "oh, we killed somebody because we were hungry!"

I'll put fuckin' mo-money on that.

[tenimuho]

How are you feeling today? After that whole display.

[Oda suspects that Rick has the hangover from hell, but he might as well ask first.

...he's getting used to the rhyme thing.]

[rickdiculous]

I have the - the worlds worst headache, for one thing.

[tenimuho]

I'm glad for your help with the drink, but it'd be fine if you drank less, I think.

[Rick could definitely cut back a little.]

[rickdiculous]

Yeah. Thanks but no thanks, unless you count the fact that there's like - like no alcohol left.

[tenimuho]

It's not my business to tell you what to do. ...I just worry a little about you.

[Especially now.]

[rickdiculous]

Yeah, well. Don't.