Week 3

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[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

[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.

[tenimuho]

...I'll try my best. Have you had enough rest?

[rickdiculous]

Noooope. El em ay oh.

[tenimuho]

Normally 'have you eaten' would be next to go - but I can't do much if you say no.

[rickdiculous]

...are you doing, like, a Dr. Seuss bit. Is that happening.

[tenimuho]

I'm trying not to but I haven't had luck.

It's been happening since this morning. What the fuck.

[rickdiculous]

You were possessed by Hamilton's vengeful spirit. Obviously.

[tenimuho]

I can't quite be sure. I've never been possessed before.

[...it's close.]

[rickdiculous]

Talk about oranges.

[tenimuho]

I tried that, it shuffles my words around and sticks something at the end that has a rhymable sound.

[rickdiculous]

What if we trap you in a room of ora-[urp]-nges.

[tenimuho]

If you had a room full of fruit, I think you could find a better pursuit.

[He nods towards their empty fridge.]

[rickdiculous]

What, solving the fake hunger crisis?

[tenimuho]

That's what I meant. Some fruit right now would be heavensent.

[rickdiculous]

Well, tough shit. Knowing these predictable cucks, Blaze Fuckley is in his - his quarters with two full rack of...ribs. While we're starving. We probably won't get food till - till somebody dies.

[tenimuho]

I'd like to say no, but I don't have any 'buts'. ...Do you think he'd eat bolts and nuts?

[rickdiculous]

...That was a stupid fucking rhyme. So definitely not Hamil-[ergh]-ton's Ghost.

[tenimuho]

Even if I'm rhyming against my will, it doesn't mean I have any skill.

[rickdiculous]

'Buts' and nuts is awful. Y-you're awful.

[tenimuho]

I'm aware I could use an editor. I'd get one if I wrote on the regular.

[The first draft always sucks, Rick, let him live?]

[rickdiculous]

Please stop this.

[tenimuho]

I would, if I could.

[...at least that one's simple.]