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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[induality]

[Monday finds Fukawa in an unusual place. Namely-- the kitchen. The amount of time she's spent here over the weeks hardly adds up to anything, the girl sneaking in and out only when absolutely necessary. But today she's settled in for at least a few hours. Fukawa considers herself to be self-sufficient... but she wouldn't say that she considers herself "talented" in the kitchen. She knows what she has to.

So here she is, testing spices she doesn't know to try and get it as close as possible. Along with a collection of berries she found in the greenhouse-- she's making a cake.

There are multiple, thin layers of cake held together with a pinkish frosting-- and some berries to garnish it on top. Considering what she had, it's already different from the one she was trying to imitate but forcing herself into research, the only stipulation was that it had to be a "fancy fruit cake". Which she thinks it is. Feel free to bother (or maybe help) her during the process.

Later, the cake gets delivered with a note-- well, it only has his name on it-- but it goes in front of cell 9.]

kitchen

[tenimuho]

[Oda is reading a book when he walks into the kitchen, obviously very near to the end. He looks up from the book when seeing Fukawa at work.]

...Do you want help?

[The book happens to be So Lingers the Ocean. If Fukawa recognizes it, or her name on the cover.]

[induality]

[In this case, she's out of her element, so she's not too proud to accept the help since it was offered. She's grateful.]

That would be... y-yes. I could--

[A h.]

That's...

[Yeah she recognizes it.]

[tenimuho]

Your book? It's very good. I read it last week, and now I'm rereading the parts I liked the most.

[Which was a lot of them.]

[induality]

[Oh my god she feels so attacked right now? In a good way?]

I can't believe it really showed up here...

[Once she gets over her strong embarrassment, she'll probably ask him about it later. For now, though-- first thing is first.]

Y-you might want to leave it over there. I'm not exactly a professional.

[Protect it from flour and cream and whatever else may fly.]

[tenimuho]

[He'll set it on the far edge of the counter. No flour on Fukawa's book. Not even any salt.]

What kind of cake are you making?

Kitchen

[power_of_dominance]

[Soma doesn't look that hot today, he's quietly rattled, in fact. But he still manages a small smile for Fukawa when he sees her.]

Almost reminds me of a crepe cake. It looks good.

[induality]

[The longer things go on the more bad things people seem to remember-- She keeps seeing people that she likes suffering more...]

Y-you think so?

[She hopes...]

Do... you wanna try it?

[She could use a taste tester.]

[power_of_dominance]

[His smile warms a little more, though it does nothing to clear the trouble in his eyes. Still, he lays a hand on Fukawa's head for a second or two.]

Sure. And have you eaten yet today?

[induality]

H-huh...? Not yet.

[She'd been way too focused on this, if the little sample cakes were any indication. Shyly, she pushes over a small portion of cake for him to try.

It's an improvement from her earlier interactions with him, but... she still has to work on it.]

[power_of_dominance]

Let me try something. I've been doing everything I can to get it to work since we got here, especially this last week, but....

[He holds his splayed hand, palm down, about six or seven inches above the table. A look of intense concentration crunches his brow, his lips pressing into a thin line. There's a slight reddish shimmer around his hand, and as if forming out of his palm, a plate of steaming Japanese curry and rice drops onto the table with a soft clatter. Soma blows out the breath he was holding, clearly tired just from that effort.]

Geez, it was never that difficult before. We really are nerfed. But at least it shouldn't be weapons-grade hot thanks to the power damping.

in front of cell 9

[nightcure]

[ It's a little better, today. Noctis sleeps but he spends a lot of time in the morning just... sitting. Thinking. Luna's death replays over and over, and it joins his shoving Prompto off the train in his dreams.

(How long were you in the dark? Probably a long goddamn time, Ardyn.)

Anyway. He ventures out here and there, and he's just coming back when he sees Fukawa. And the cake. Noctis blinks, looking to Fukawa, then the cake. ]

Is that for me?

[induality]

[She'd hoped to get away before he caught her but. Well, her luck has never been that good, so she can't say she's surprised.]

No. [...] Yes.

[She holds the cake out.]

H-here, just take it.

[Fukawa isn't good at this kind of thing. She just... knew he was having a rough time so. Yeah.]

[nightcure]

[ He takes the cake and... quite frankly, he's incredibly touched. Noctis isn't really sure what to say. He just kind of... looks at it for a while. ]

You... did you really make this for me? [ he asks, more stunned than he's felt in a while. ]

[induality]

W-well it didn't make itself.

[Why does she do this to herself knowing she hates drawing attention to herself?]

If you don't want it you can just say so.

kitchen

[helladoptera]

[ Hey there, cellmate! ]

Whoah, are you making a cake? Cool.

[induality]

T-trying at least.

[She seems to have the basics down though.]

Even I should be able to do this much. This thing [You know. The PIP. Her personal arch nemesis.] said that dumb king liked them, so...

[So she's trying to cheer him up.]

[helladoptera]

Oh, Noctis? Good idea, it... seems like he could use something nice, this week.

Anything I can do to help?

[induality]

[So Max knew too. Well-- not like you'd have to look hard to notice, the way he's acting. Fukawa nods. She doesn't know what it was but... based on what she did know... yeah, he definitely could.]

Y-you can help if you want.

[A second set of hands-- and eyes-- would be nice.]

kitchen

[tokencanadian]

[Is it time to check in on her roommates again? It's time.]

Morning, Fukawa. [She waves on her way to the fridge, only to pause and came back to this.]

Are you... making a cake?

[induality]

M-morning.

[She'd wave awkwardly, but she has her hands full here.]

...y-yes.

[tokencanadian]

[She can see that.]

It looks lovely. [And seeing as her hands are currently full.] I don't suppose you could need an extra hand or two making it? If so, I'd be happy to help.

[induality]

[Well since this is Pyrrha and it's not for her--]

If you're not busy... [She doesn't want her to feel obligated though.]

[heartswapped]

You like to bake?

[She's...honestly impressed with this cake!]

Kitchen

[neverheardofhim]

[Varric lingered in the doorway, watching the girl for longer than would be considered polite. Mostly, he was trying to make sense of whatever it was that she was doing. He didn't want to step in and offer his help if she was attempting something outside of his paygrade.

Eventually, though, her goal became clear. And while Varric was no baker, he figured he could at least lend a hand.]

Tell me what to do, won't you, Scribbles?