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

[heartswapped]

I can assure you that absolutely nothing you say about them is going to be all that surprising to me.

[silverguitarhero]

Even the stealing of children and replacing them with their own?

[heartswapped]

Can't recall any species that does that on the regular, but no, I'm pretty sure that's happened a couple of times.

[Her word is a hellstorm of shenanigans and death, but you get used to it.]

[silverguitarhero]

[Well, that makes his expression turn a little worried.] I hope these two have never done that. [I mean, they look like her pets, so he's pretty sure they'll listen to her?]

[heartswapped]

Uh, probably not? They were both super tiny when I first met 'em.

And besides, it's mostly just the weird balloon things that steal children.

[silverguitarhero]

...balloons?

[heartswapped]

Balloons.

[She sounds way too nonchalant about this.]

Our only comfort is that they don't go after the chubby kids.

[silverguitarhero]

How...large are they? [Maybe they're like those balloons with baskets, not the ones you see at fairs being handed out to kids.]

[heartswapped]

Unless they hand out really giant balloons to little kids where you're from, not that big.

They're not really that good at their job.

[Mostly because they're too light and they just end up getting dragged around instead.]

[silverguitarhero]

Well, I suppose that's some sort of comfort.