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

[induality]

[O...kay. This is a Pokemon. Got it. But...]

Reuniclus? I thought you just called it Adelma?

[WHICH IS IT?]

[heartswapped]

Adelma is her name.

[What's there to be confused about? ]

Like... Will has a dog, but he calls it Winston.

[induality]

But I thought it was a "Pokemon"?

[Listen. At least she knows cow. Unfortunately one can only know one or the other in this world.]

[heartswapped]

And I'm sure cows and ferrets are also animals, but they don't seem like they're the same as dogs...

[induality]

So... there are many different kinds of... Pokemon?

[Okay, she's getting there.]

I can't believe they've been holding living things among the other things they've taken from us...

[heartswapped]

I know, right? Like, those balls can keep them pretty safe, but you're not supposed to just leave them in there!

[Contrary to what the games say, most people in her world keep their Pokemon outside of their balls most of the time and only use them for travel and, occasionally, for the Pokemon to sleep in. Sort of like a hammerspace dog crate, if you will.]

[induality]

A-animals need space. And exercise. [...] They have to eat too, right?

[She... would guess. Which would make their situation here even worse. Fukawa doesn't want to see anyone's pet they care about die.]

[heartswapped]

[She gives a slow nod.]

I've already taken what I can for them, and most Psychic-types don't eat that much compared to a person, [being able to subsist on dreams and emotions and such] but...

[induality]

[This sucks.]

Th-they probably won't let us die. That wouldn't be any good for their stupid game. Still... I hope this ends soon.

[They'll all be miserable if they start slowly going hungry...]

[heartswapped]

Well, it's either that or one of us starts trying to decide who to eat first.

[She has to joke about this, otherwise she's going to be fucking terrified.]