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

[power_of_dominance]

Huh? Oh, yeah, sure.

[He hands over the dress, taking the heavy suit from her in the meantime so she can look over the frilly garment.]

On me it would be pretty short, but it should be way more modest on you. Um, minus the chest cut-out....

[induality]

[He's right. On him... oh my... but on her, it would probably be at least mid-thigh. On the other hand-- with him...]

I-If you want to... you can try th-that on.

[She gestures to the suit. Ohhhh yes, she could have just told him to take it. But she wants to see what he looks like in it. As for the dress--]

I can take this from you if you're not going to use it.

[power_of_dominance]

Yeah, definitely not wearing that. But I can try the suit on. Go see if the dress fits you.

[He's getting the sneaking feeling it's a butler's outfit, and on closer inspection he sees he's right. Well, at least it's actually a very nice one with a fine cut. Hopefully it fits, not that he plans on wearing it too much. It's probably harder to move in than the jumpsuit.

So he ducks into his cell, emerging several minutes later in the new outfit. The dark color makes his pallor stand out more, but it fits him quite nicely. It definitely makes his legs look absolutely smashing.]

[induality]

[Fukawa nods and ducks away to try on the dress. Well-- the apron, stockings and frilly hair... thing... get discarded and the only thing she really tries on is the dress but. Boy does it feel nice to be able to get rid of that stupid jumpsuit. Although it's shorter than she's accustomed to, it's long enough not to be a real problem.

Once it's on and she's happy with it, she scuttles back out into the hallway to see that he's already returned.

...she was not wrong. He looked like something out of a fairytale.







Quick Fukawa. Say something.]

I-i-i-it looks really good on you.

[NAILED IT.]

[power_of_dominance]

[She blurts it out when he's still on the good side of the line between flustered and uncomfortable. The tips of his ears turn pink along with his cheeks.]

Thanks... um... the dress looks much better on you than that orange jumpsuit, too. Is it more comfortable?

[induality]

[Ah-- a compliment. It would be more difficult to accept if it didn't have such low standards. After all, those jumpsuits were hideous and could be beaten by nearly anything. But it's still coming from him so-- it's special.]

Y-yes... it's a lot more like what I'm used to, e-even if the skirt's shorter...

[Well... to be fair her old uniform was so ripped up that the tears in it went higher than the hemline of this skirt so. Considering it's clean and not full of holes or tears-- it's perfect.]

[power_of_dominance]

Yeah, even if it's shorter, it's still more modest than something that's form-fitting from neck to feet.

[Focus on her, not on her compliment to him, and he'll stop blushing. Yes, that's the plan.]

And maybe we'll find more clothes in time, something even more suited to your tastes. I guess a school uniform would make you happy? Or if I knew how to sew... my mom's made a few simple dresses, but that's something I never learned from her.

[induality]

If it's mine, then there's no point. That thing's only fit for the garbage.

[That's what happens when you don't have any changes of clothes while going through a Monokuma apocalypse where you're fighting for your life.]

B-but I wouldn't be disappointed if they gave me something like it.

[power_of_dominance]

Garbage? Is it damaged, or....

[Is she talking about having negative feelings toward it? Considering what she'd told him happened at her school, maybe seeing the uniform from it would be too traumatizing.]

[induality]

Yeah. It's not like I could replace it after... [Everything...] Since I'm only an intern for the Future Foundation, they haven't been bothered to give me a uniform yet. At least... that I know of.

[She's a little salty.]

[power_of_dominance]

[That is some salt, yeah. Not that he blames her. If she wants to help, then she should have the opportunity.

Soma rests a hand on top of her head, not ruffling her hair but just offering a gesture of affectionate solidarity.]

I get the feeling you'll be promoted soon enough. That's why we need to make sure you get out of here, so you can help fix your world.

[induality]

...

[She doesn't get it. Why all these people are so nice to her. Why he's so nice to her.]

That's right. Once I prove to them I can control "her"... th-they'll have no choice but to accept me.

[At least. That's the idea. She doesn't sound that certain though. But then... she rarely does, when it comes to herself.]

[power_of_dominance]

You've done it here so far, even under all this pressure. And she didn't do anything at Hope's Peak, right? I'd say that proves you can control your other side.

[He smiles at her, that same faint, soft smile he's shown only to her in this place. Other people have gotten small smiles from him, but this one is different. It's his Toko Smile.]

I have faith in you. And if I can vouch for you to the Future Foundation, I will.

[induality]

That's right... if that had happened in Hope's Peak or here...

[When she says here there's still an implied 'or if she does', since they're far from in the clear yet.]

I wouldn't be here. [...] Ah... n-no that's not exactly true. A-after all, Leon's here...

B-but I swear she hasn't!

[power_of_dominance]

I believe you. Even if you don't have all your memories yet, I believe you.

[Yes, he has that much faith in her. He has to believe in something, someone, in this place, and he knows he could do far worse than Toko.]

[induality]

[It never occurs to her that she doesn't have to defend herself-- doesn't have to assume the worst. And even though he's been this way from the start part of her still continues to be baffled.]

Why... even though you've met her... even though you've seen how quickly we could all turn on each other...

[Anyone reasonable would fear her, right? After all... on her leg are the scars of the men her other personality has killed. Defiled, even. She doesn't get it.]

Why would you believe someone like me?

[power_of_dominance]

Because you don't want to be like her.

[He says it without hesitation. His convictions are solid, his belief in her unwavering, all because of that one truth.]

If you didn't care what she did, if you put all the blame on her and didn't accept any responsibility or guilt, then you'd be just as much a sociopath. That makes me certain you'll find the strength to control her.