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]

I tend to be on a different footing with them.

[He'll catch it and dribble a bit as well]

...let us assume we convince him. That this stops, by whatever means. Then what?

[tenimuho]

My priority, and I think one shared by some of the others, is finding out how we were brought here and whether or not we can go back the way we came.

-As you've said, everyone we care about are just insignificant specks in the universe. I don't disagree. But as another insignificant speck, I don't think I was meant to look at things from the universe's perspective.

If that's not possible, or not desirable, then I suppose the next question is 'where do we go instead'.

[goldrighthand]

[Ah, yes. His rant. Akande...actually goes quiet for a few long moments, then sighs as he stops dribbling the ball.]

I did not say it well.

[To say the least.]

It is not about being insignificant. But do you remember your ancestors of five thousand years ago? Do you know your lineage?...I do not, aside from two or three generations.

Most of what is remembered are the atrocities. Wars. And achievements. The culmination of history, piled upon the remains of the previous.

[He lines off a shot...and takes it.]

Oda, while you may not be a warrior like me...your writings may endure better than whatever legacy I create. I respect you for that.

[Aaaand he misses.]

[tenimuho]

[Oda can't help but smile at that.]

I would like to think they'll last. But you're right, I don't know my own lineage. I think most people can't go very far back.

...But, I think your impact will be felt for a long time. Ripples of what we did may still be going even when no one remembers your name or mine.

[goldrighthand]

Hm. [And now time to shove those feels back where they belong]

I have to ask - if you could bring them here. Would you?

[tenimuho]

To this space ship where someone might decide that killing a four year old would be much easier than taking on an adult? Or just to space in general?

[Those two questions have very different answers.]

[goldrighthand]

In general, Oda. [ur funny]

[tenimuho]

[He's protective, okay... He relaxes visibly now that that's confirmed.]

I would. It would probably be safer for them than home. We would have to find a suitable place to settle down, and I think it might take a while to get them to not call aliens weird-looking to their faces, but... I think they could be happy out here.

[goldrighthand]

All things considered, the aliens might call them the odd looking ones. Convenient that we are all humans here.

[beat]

Human-passing, at least. [o r i o n.]

[tenimuho]

[Humans or human-passing.[

They'd like most of the people here, I think. [Blaze is obviously excluded from this.]

...Katsumi likes to ride on my shoulders because he gets to be tall that way, you would definitely be his favorite.

[goldrighthand]

I doubt it. I am not very good with children. [like Oda he'd tolerate them for you but. do not ask him to babysit.]

[tenimuho]

I'll tell them to behave themselves. -I would have done that anyway, I don't want them to trouble anyone, but kids are like that.

[He won't ask you to babysit, Akande.]