week 4

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[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! ))

Comments

[nightcure]

[ well... he'll make sure he eats. eventually. ]

I don't really blame you. [ luna's death and its knowledge have obliterated any semblance of appetite he might've had. ] What kind of tea?

[chides]

Oolong's fine.

[ he leans a little against the counter. ]

So...you should go first.

[nightcure]

[ he gets mako's cup set up, along with one of his own, and he slides it over. ]

... Someone important to me died.

[ he nearly chokes on the words. noctis takes a long sip of tea, to calm himself, but he just ends up burning his tongue a little. ]

[chides]

...I'm sorry.

[ he doesn't know what else to say. mako's been there. he knows how it probably feels. ]

It's...rough. I know.

[nightcure]

[ he looks at mako, frowning. he likes mako but... he really doesn't know much about him.

maybe he can change that. ]

Rougher than I... hah. Well. I can't say I expected her dying.

[ or... his dad but that's for another time. ]

[chides]

I know how tough it is to lose someone you love.

Really. I do.

[ he frowns. he can empathize. he's looking down at his hands. ]

[nightcure]

[ he watches him... and claps a hand on his shoulder. ]

Pretty shitty. [ ... ] I'm sorry, Mako.

[chides]

It's alright. It was when I was younger.

[ a sigh, then: ] My parents were killed right in front of me.

[nightcure]

[ .... oh. holy shit.

that's pretty bad. noctis can't imagine... his mom died when he was young, too. but he'd at least had his dad. and he hadn't seen him die, just... had heard of it. it'd been all over the news, along with insomnia's fall.

his throat feels tight. ]

Both of them... how old were you?

[chides]

I was eight. Ever since then...I've had to take care of my brother. We lived on the streets for a while but we're a lot better off now.

...Hey, if you ever come across a red scarf? Could you give it to me? [ it might show up in that random pile of stuff. ] it's...all I have left of my father.

[nightcure]

Yeah, of course.

[ he says it immediately, because... yeah. he's kind of pissed at the fact that even a toy replica of his dad's sword is gone. gone, in that stuffed dog, and he has no earthly idea where the hell it is.

he understands, in short. ]

At least one of us should have something that reminds them of his dad.

[chides]

Yeah? Did you lose something, too?

[nightcure]

You remember that sword that was in that stuffed dog?

[chides]

[ oh holy shit ]

That was your father's?

[nightcure]

[ He nods, jaw tightening. ]

Yeah. That... that was Dad's.

[chides]

[ oh my god. ]

Why--why would anyone do that?!