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

[helladoptera]

Chloe?

[ Thinking about Chloe pretty much instantly gets Max to smile, because of course it does. It's not a grin or anything, considering the circumstances, but it's there. ]

She's... super cool. Her hair's dyed blue, she's totally punk rock, and... God I missed her when I was away.

[nightcure]

[ that's what he likes to see. ]

You must've been separated for a while. Bet she was as glad to see you as you were to see her.

[helladoptera]

Eh, she was mad. And she had every right to be. I was kind of a mega jerk, when my family moved away. But... before we knew it things were just like old times. Just with more... time travel, and some vandalism.

[nightcure]

That's the best thing about best friends. Even when things get bad, they still stick around.

[ he grins a little. tiny bit. ]

Vandalism, huh? Is that, uh... "destruction of government property"?

[helladoptera]

Nope, uh... still don't know where that one came from. We were in a junkyard.

[nightcure]

Junkyard, huh. Bet there was a lot of stuff to mess up.

[helladoptera]

Haha... yep, you can say that again. Old cars and all that stuff. You can "rage," as Chloe might say.

[nightcure]

Honestly, I could go for some raging right now.

[helladoptera]

Same here, but we don't exactly have a good space for it. Lots of chill zones, no rage spaces.

[nightcure]

Maybe if we wish really hard, we'll get a junkyard of our own.

[helladoptera]

Maybe. Or at least a car to beat up with sticks or something.

[nightcure]

Or just anything to beat up with sticks at this point.

[helladoptera]

True. Chilling out with music's been working, but even I could use a good beating-up-something-inanimate session.

[nightcure]

There's stuff in one of the rooms we got next week where we can make stuff to smash, if that works.

[helladoptera]

Well, I'm all about that. What kind of stuff?

[nightcure]

Pottery wheels and kilns.

[helladoptera]

Ooh, smashing up some pots. Works in video games.

[nightcure]

[ He stands and reaches a hand out to Max. ]

Let's get to it, then.

[helladoptera]

[ She takes it and stands. ]

Let's.