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! ))

Comments

[rickdiculous]

[kinda lookin down from the top bunk, clinging to the frame like he's some sort of gremlin]

Looks like you can - can fall, too.

What the fuck is u-[eeergh]-p.

[goldrighthand]

You.

[snrk DEAR GOD WHAT IS WRONG, RED ALERT, FUCKING RED ALERT]

[rickdiculous]

...Pfff.

Brah.

Are.

You.

High.

[goldrighthand]

No.

[beat]

Maybe.

[beat]

This is nice.

[rickdiculous]

Where the fuck - where'd you get weed, bro? Holy shit. Holy shit. This is - this is the best...the best thing to happen to me in - in weeks! Oooooohhhh man.

[goldrighthand]

No weed. [excuse him while he kind of shift-rolls on to his baaaaaaaaat's the wall. okay, try again-] Dared the girl to try a berry. She-mn. Wouldn't unless I did.

[staring up at the bottom of Rick's bunk]

Should harvest them. Make something. Cheryl can cook. [STOP HIM FROM SUGGESTING SHE MAKE BERRY PIE]

[rickdiculous]

Berries. Berries, yeah. Good. Where are the berries, Akande? I - I need some berries.

[goldrighthand]

On the plant. [This strikes him as obscenely funny.

And he fucking giggles.]

[rickdiculous]

[rick is quick. like. obscenely quick at getting off of that top bunk.

kind of amazing. but also, there is a thing here that can get him high. so he's just gonna get down as close to akande as he possibly can without physically crawling into bed with him.]

Akande. I - I need those berries, Akande! I...I need to be as high as - as high as a....a fucking kite, Akande! That's...it's not funny!

[goldrighthand]

[no, actually, it kind of is. it's kind of hilarious. It's outright laughter, now, because how could he ever think of Rick as annoying? He's funny. Akande's just kind of going to be helplessly laughing here]

[rickdiculous]

[GRABS SHOULDERS. WITH ALL THE FORCE OF "YOU ARE A TOOOOYY":]

W-WHERE ARE...WHERE ARE THE BERRIES.

[goldrighthand]

[Any other time, Rick would be fisted punched across the room. As it is, Akande may not mean to put as much force behind the swat as he does, but that's kind of. Just. Not fully in his control.]

I a-ate them!

[hey

hey guess who heard 'bearies']

[rickdiculous]

[...well, fuck. sheesh.]

Hilarious. Real - real funny.

Real pal.

[goldrighthand]

[oh don't be a spoilsport, nerd. Akande makes a face. Like an actual pfft face.]

You would have too.

[rickdiculous]

Goddamnit, Akande, y-you had one job. One job! I just - just wanna get fu...fuckin' high, Akande!

[goldrighthand]

[good job, Rick. you got him laughing again. and i've run out of amused icons booo]

Y-you don't get high off those!

[rickdiculous]

High off - off of what, Akande?