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

[pr159]

[ Now that he can actually see this thing that was on his head, what is he looking at? And how bad is his hair right now? ]

My apologies if I offended... either of you.

[ biting his tongue so fucking hard rn ]

[theoversight]

[It is a robot monkey, made of the same shiny black, red, orange and yellow as the other robots and the rhino from Diego's execution. She's currently draped over Blaze Dudely's shoulders, running her tiny hands through his spikedbhair.]

None taken, mate.

[pr159]

[ Charming. ]

I'm glad to hear it.

[ Ugh, the adrenaline rush is dying down some, but his heart is still going a lot faster than he'd prefer, and he feels kind of nauseated. Which is probably fair since he's consumed nothing but alcohol and water for the past 18 hours.

...And speaking of, he sure did drop that glass during all the chaos a few minutes ago. ]

Well. [ He clears his throat slightly. ] I'll go find a dustpan and get that cleaned up if there's nothing further?

[theoversight]

Nothin' further, no. Matilda love, [The monkey stops her grooming.] Keep the good doctor company for the nezt few days.

[She doesn't need to be told twice apparentlt and leapa from Dudely's shoulders back to Rideaux, resuming her grooming of his abuses but beautiful hair.] Be good to my girl, doc! Or else. [He leaves the mess hall, laughter echoing through the metal halls.

Well done, Rideaux, you now have a monkey on your back for the foreseeable future.]

[pr159]

[ .....



Fuck his entire god damn joke of a life. But... at least he still has it...? He guesses?

please tell him this thing will at least wait outside of the shower ]

[airlockedmods]

[She'll wait outside like a good monkey and stare unblinking at the shower curtain. It's fine.]