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

[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?

[goldrighthand]

You ramble when drunk.

[aint none of his business but watch out people are gonna make u talk about ur feelins

...or try to, and that's just annoying.]

Get some water.

[rickdiculous]

I always ramble.

[...]

What - what did I talk about, exactly.

[goldrighthand]

Mostly death. Causing it. Your own.

[He's super nonchalant about this. He's also paying close attention to Rick.]

[rickdiculous]

...Yeah, story of my life.

[goldrighthand]

Apparently. You disturbed quite a number of them. [And got Cheryl to reveal a few things which were surprising but. He makes a slight shrug.]

[rickdiculous]

Yeah. That - that happens. Did you know there's a whole council made up of...of different versions of me?

[goldrighthand]

Do you argue over which one is the biggest asshole?

[He's actually not insulting Rick. All things considered, it seems like something they'd argue over.]

[rickdiculous]

I'm the Rickest Rick. Or - Or Rick Prime, I guess. Whatever you want to call it. It means I'm the best one.

Which means, out of all of them, I hate myself the most.

[goldrighthand]

[n a i l e d i t. Akande's quite for a long few moments before letting out a slow exhale]

...Doctor Price would be better at talking with you about this.

[In a roundabout way, this is Akande being kind; he knows damn well there's not much support he can offer, here. So he's gently (for him) pointing Rick in a direction where he could, presumably, get some.

At the same time, it's not like he told him to shut up, so.]

[rickdiculous]

Therapy is a waste of time. I've - I'm mostly at...terms with what I am.

I'm a Rick.

Also, Doctor Price is a cocksucker.

[goldrighthand]

[Fair enough. There's a slight grunt that's presumably Akande for 'ok']

As long as it doesn't become a distraction.

[rickdiculous]

What, Doctor Price sucking...big fat sweaty cocks? That's not much of a distraction except for when - when his therapy sessions turn into circlejerks.

[goldrighthand]

[fucking. Rick. TIME TO CHANGE THE SUBJECT.]

What was this week's topic?

[Someone avoided it because lol losers]

[rickdiculous]

Bukkake.

[goldrighthand]

[hand on face. muffled groaning in yoruba sigh.]

I'll take that as 'nothing useful'.

[rickdiculous]

It was about changing - how our environment has...changed. Two big things. The first is that - that people are dead, and that Price wanted us to change his environment by - by cumming all over his face.

[goldrighthand]

Even the women?

[Ugh, but it's time for him to get up and start putting that mattress back on top]

[rickdiculous]

No, just the guys. That's not - that's not using him being gay as a - as a punchline or anything. I've sucked a...mean dick. But it's - it's literally impossible to do a bukkake where women are - are cumming on a guy's face.

To answer your question, yeah, I did cum all over Price's face.

[goldrighthand]

[He thinks about it, realizes it'd be another kink, takes another moment to think about how This Is His Life Now, and then tries another change on the subject]

Have you spoken with Blaze Dudely yet? One-on-one.