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

Kitchen

[toomanybaseballs]

[Leon's very spooked right now, but at least we have food.]

[Not that he's sure he's really hungry at the moment. He kind of fiddles with the spiked bracelet as he tries to figure out what to eat without thinking of his horrible memories too much... But here's Max with a suggestion.]

Uh. S-sure... I guess...

[His attempt to look pleasant is marred by his fear. Please help him.]

[helladoptera]

Alright, but uh... sit down first, you look kind of pale.

[ Not that she has much room to talk, but the making waffles is helping. Or at least trying to get as close to Joyce's waffles as possible.

She'll pop one down in front of him after a bit. ]

Here you go, fresh from the space waffle iron.

[ It's not bad, as waffles go! ]

[toomanybaseballs]

[Yeah, it ain't a bad space waffle, but he's eating like he has much of an appetite. Kind of weird for someone who had to go with barely any food for 5 days.]

[At least he sat down.]

[helladoptera]

[ Well that's Concerning. ]

... You okay there, Leon?

[toomanybaseballs]

...

[He mumbles something about her something something right.]

[helladoptera]

[ She's just gonna... set the waffle batter aside and go sit near him. ]

Talk to me. What's up?

[toomanybaseballs]

...

Your roomie was right. I just remembered... Opening ceremonies... [Poor, poor Leon.]

[helladoptera]

Oh, the...

[ The other game. ]

... I'm sorry. No one should have to go through these things twice.

[toomanybaseballs]

... Nobody should have to go through these things at all! It's bad enough to have to live through this hell once!

[helladoptera]

Yeah, o-of course, but... not much any of us can do about this one right now, unfortunately.

[toomanybaseballs]

Uuuuugh.

[He crosses his arms on the table and buries his face in them. He's tired and helpless, but the waffles are safe.]

Tell me somethin' I don't know...

[helladoptera]

Uh... Louis Daguerre was a French painter who created "daguerreotypes" a process that gave portraits a sharp reflective style. You probably didn't know that.

[toomanybaseballs]

...

[Educational, but not helpful.]

[helladoptera]

Sorry. I've never been good at jokes.

[ She sighs. ]

Look, I know things suck, but... it's not going to do any of us any good if we sit around and... lose hope, you know?

[toomanybaseballs]

[Makoto Naegi, is that you]

[Leon looks up at her warily. Hasn't he heard that word somewhere before?]

Then what can we do that won't get us killed on the spot?

[helladoptera]

For now? I think we need to play it safe. Try to band together and see if we can't stop the murders from happening. Maybe try to figure out what the "it" stuff is about? But we can't just sit around feeling sorry for ourselves, that much I do know.

[toomanybaseballs]

... Yeah, I've been wondering the same thing about... "It."

Was Blaze acting weird yesterday, or is it just me?

[helladoptera]

No, he was acting weird. I don't know why, but... he definitely was.

[toomanybaseballs]

Huh...

Wonder what happened?

[helladoptera]

Dunno. Maybe something went wrong behind the scenes.

[toomanybaseballs]

... Any less obvious guesses?

[Of course something went wrong. We got hijacked by the pirates!]