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

[neverheardofhim]

[Anyone with eyes could see that the motive from earlier in the day had been unnerved most of the inmates. Varric was still grappling with his own shadows, but for the time being, he could put it on the back burner. And cooking was a monotonous enough task that he could struggle with his own reality in the meanwhile anyway.

Come dinner time, a plate of various meats would be placed in the mess hall. Most of them were alien, but spiced well enough that perhaps one could simply pretend it was a familiar treat. Varric was also in the mess hall, reading a book, writing things down, and waiting for anyone that needed someone to talk to.]

[goldrighthand]

[Akande, for the most part, has seemed to treat this 'motive' as he has most everything else; with critical derision. If he has anyone he'd care to bring back, he's doing a damn good job of hiding it, going about his business without any sort of visible reaction.

Hell, he grants the meats a bigger reaction, one of his rare honest smiles tugging at his lips. But it doesn't take all of his focus; he ends up sitting opposite Varric, giving him an arched brow]

And what did you think of Captain Dudely's...motivator?

[neverheardofhim]

It's a hell of a game he's playing, I can tell you that much. [By now, he'd spoken with Oda at length, which had done little calm his nerves. He still worried for those who had been affected, especially since the only conclusion they'd managed to reach was that someone would fall for it.]

I don't trust it enough to take the bait, if that's what you're asking.

[goldrighthand]

I'm more curious whom you don't trust to not. [Your likely suspects for the week, anyway.

C'mon, Varric, gossip with him. You know you want to.]

[neverheardofhim]

[Oh good! His favorite past time.]

Max, Oda and Cheryl seemed bothered by the motive. Oda told me later that he wasn't planning anything -- seemed more concerned about the others, but maybe that's misdirection?

What do you think?

[goldrighthand]

I think a mother can be ferocious in defense of her children - but I cannot recall Cheryl losing one. [He exhales at the thought, though, because Oda...]

If you were planning something, you would not tell someone. Considering little bothers him, the fact that this did at all is...surprising. But I suppose everyone has their pressure points.

mess hall

[andneversaydie]

[...it's pretty clear that Mozu's been having a rough time because of her gloomy expression, but she does perk up whenever she sees the meats Varric set out.]

Oh, those look pretty darn good. Are they for everyone, or...?

[neverheardofhim]

Everyone except nice people like you. [Varric spoke with a clearly playful smile, before quickly turning to the plate and spearing a few pieces for Mozu.]

Too much? Or too little?

[andneversaydie]

[...she actually does manage a chuckle at that.]

Better develop a mean streak, then. Anyhow, maybe... a little less.

[neverheardofhim]

[He scraped a piece onto his own plate, then handed it back to her.]

Maybe not. I think we need a little softness in this place. A gentle touch helps more than you might think.

[andneversaydie]

...hmm. Well, I guess it's better to have someone like that than being on edge, although I really was just joshin' you.

[neverheardofhim]

[He let out a little laugh, assuming that 'joshin' was meant to be akin to a joke. Better to humor her.]

Point still stands. A lot of us are busy thinking about how we're going to get our revenge. Sometimes it's good to have someone thinking about how to keep us all together, or take care of us.

[andneversaydie]

...yeah. I guess... I don't know. I don't really see the point in revenge a lot of times, at least on my end. It's not gonna bring anyone back, even if you get some kinda satisfaction out of it.