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

[nightcure]

... Hah. Sounds like something they'd do.

[ And Noctis believed him. Why else would they do it? Confusing them further just further served to increase the paranoia and disorientation in the place. ]

... Yeah. Me too. [ He hoped Prompto would show up in his dreams next. He hoped everything'd be back to normal, and they'd be laughing and taking stupid selfies again.

But he couldn't know for sure. So. Nothing to do about it, and as much as he wanted to, he knew he couldn't afford to dwell. (Yet he knew he would.) ]

I'm sorry about your brother.

[neverheardofhim]

[Varric was quick to roll his shoulders in a rather flippant shrug. Losing Bartrand was unfortunate, he could recall that much. Maybe if he was experiencing it in real-time all over again, he'd be mourning the man fully.

But he remembered that night in tandem with Bartrand's betrayal, and so in addition to experiencing the grief for the first time, he felt the broiling rage over being left for dead.

All in all? Varric was still struggling to process his feelings.]

He was an asshole, but he was my asshole. [Varric furrowed his brows. Phrasing? Phrasing.]

You know what I mean.

[nightcure]

[ Varric was pretty upset, so... Noctis wasn't about to comment on the way he'd phrased it. He could be rude, true, but Varric was his friend. Or close to it, and Noctis wasn't about to make things worse for the guy. Especially after they'd talked about more serious stuff. ]

Yeah. I got your meaning. [ He paused, letting out a low sigh. ] Man. What a pair we make, huh.