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

[goldrighthand]

Of course you do. Like playing with your pet? [HE SAW THAT MONKEY, HE DID.] Where is it, by the by?

[pr159]

...Bothering someone else, I would imagine.

[ bitch ]

[goldrighthand]

I'll make sure to return it to you, if I find it. You seemed happy together.

[pr159]

[ wow why are you so fucking douchey today, he's supposed to have a monopoly on that shit ]

That won't be necessary.

[goldrighthand]

[HE'S FUCKING HILARIOUS OKAY. Though he has the tact to only chuckle a little.]

It troubled you that much?

I accidentally had capslock on at first which honestly made this comment a lot better

[pr159]

I had to cut off three inches of my hair in back thanks to all the knots it tied in it.

[ Which was a bitch to do with the crappy kids' scissors in the arts and crafts room. ]

i lol'd

[goldrighthand]

[oh that is an unimpressed look]

You can regrow it.

[pr159]

Well, that's true, at least one of us can.

[goldrighthand]

[dude

Dude really. Akande rolls his eyes]

Thankfully one of us has better priorities.