week 4

[airlockedmods]

[Four weeks in the Starfield Penitentiary and seven people have lost their lives to Blaze Dudely's cruel game. At some point the robots cleaned up the mess left behind and by Sunday the involved rooms (including the fridge) are all clean and free of blood. In fact there's no sign left of any of the deaths that have happened on the ship so far by at least the next day. The only physical signs that people are gone are the empty beds.

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, in the space between the infirmary and the exercise yard. 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 3, submit your memory regains, and put in your benefactor threads! ))

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[pr159]

[ Well, at least one of them woke up in a good mood. As grateful as he is for the monkey's departure, his dream -- along with his continued hunger -- have Rideaux starting this day a little less than chipper. He rubs his aching forehead and winces, turning back toward the bathroom door with one eye open. ]

Could you please save that for later in the day? Preferably when I'm not here?

[silverguitarhero]

[He blinks.] I'm sorry for the bother, but I just remembered my Evadare. [There's obvious affection when he says that name.]

[pr159]

Your what?

[ sounds like a prescription asthma medication ]

[silverguitarhero]

My dear wife! She truly is a fine girl, and I regret that I forgot her at all.

[pr159]

I see.

[ He finally opens his other eye just so he can roll both of them when he turns his head back away from the bathroom. ]

Congratulations.

[silverguitarhero]

Thank you. [He's going to happily accept the gratitude, even if it's sarcastic.] That's the song I sang for her when we first met.

[pr159]

Very sweet. Did you make it up yourself, or is that the kind of thing that makes it onto the radio in your America?

[silverguitarhero]

It's an old country song. I've learned it in my travels, but it suits her quite well.

[pr159]

I'll take your word for it.

[ He sighs, and rests his head in his hand. ]

So... I take it that was your dream, then?

[silverguitarhero]

[He nods happily.] I recalled how we first met, in addition.

[pr159]

I'm sure it's a charming story.

[silverguitarhero]

[He raises an eyebrow.] Are you actually interested in hearing it?

[pr159]

Did I give that impression? My mistake.

[ Though he would prefer talking to singing right now if he had to choose. ]

[silverguitarhero]

[He sighs.] Well, that's more what I expected from you.