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! ))

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[nightcure]

[ It's his fingers this time, more than the rest of his hands. They're bandaged, but he's gotten used to sodden bandages, with both tea and blood. Noctis grimaces a little as he tosses the cup into the trash, withdraws from his pocket a wrap of fresh bandages and places them on the counter. Turns out, after the third, he'd gotten prepared. ]

Guess bad habits are hard to break. Teacups aren't, though.

[ He mops up the tea with a towel and tosses it into the sink. He'll get it later. As Noctis takes a seat, he starts unraveling the bandages on his hands and, once they're off, grabs the fresh ones. ]

Lots of stuff, if those dreams are a hint.

[ And they are. Noctis chokes on the words a little as he grips the bandages a little too tightly. ]

[empathiser]

If you're looking for an uplifting speech, I could just point out you've broken a lot of stuff so far in this kitchen. Move some of that determination to the habits.

[He eyeballs the bandages, before holding out his hand and giving Noctis a very pointed look. Let him. He won't cut off your blood circulation.]

You too? I thought we were done with these "possibly-dreams, possibly-memories".

[nightcure]

[ He lets out something akin to a laugh, but it falls flat quickly. Noctis looks at Will's hand, then holds out the bandages and his own. ]

Yeah. But I kinda guessed more were coming.

[empathiser]

[Will just takes it and starts wrapping those bandages around the cuts littering Noctis' hands.]

I'd hoped not. They haven't been pleasant so far.

[He frown, twisting the bandages around the fingers and holding it down just long enough to tear a little tape to secure it with.]

[nightcure]

You and me both.

[ He winces a little, just because they kind of sting. But he can take it. ]

Would it be too hard to give us something nice for once?

[empathiser]

You're asking if the people that kidnapped us here and are trying to manipulate us into committing multiple murders would do something nice for us?

[Noctis, pls.]