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

[tenimuho]

We're not kidnapped for money, or for any clear political goal. There are only so many reasons a person would do this.

[empathiser]

We don't know know we've not been kidnapped for money or a goal. It's doubtful, though.

Which leaves personal entertainment or curiosity. [He sounds... surprisingly dark when he speaks again.] Wind us up and see how we go.

[tenimuho]

There's no one who'd ransom me, and Mozu doesn't seem like she'd come from a position of money. So we'd be bad choices if it was for money.

[Seriously.]

Curiosity is a possibility. How will we react when we're stuck in here?

[empathiser]

Same. I've not got any political clout either.

We're like mice in a cage. The kind they film to see how quickly they can escape a maze when they add incentives and keep changing the lay out.

[tenimuho]

Normally, those experiments are to learn more about how animals think, aren't they?

[empathiser]

Yeah. To see how their minds work, how they solve problems and to estimate their ability to adapt and their mental capacity.

[tenimuho]

But, normally we go through all that trouble because you can't just talk to mice to figure out how their brains work.

[empathiser]

I don't think we're that good at figuring out how our brains work, anywhere. Or at least how to describe it.

Maybe whoever put us here doesn't think us any further along than mice.

[tenimuho]

...It's all a matter of perspective. Mice don't think that mice are particularly stupid, either.

[empathiser]

I'm not going to claim I know what mice think. But we are undoubtedly on the end of someone's puppet strings here. We just need to figure out how to cut them without irreparable damage in the process.

[Fair warning, he's not good at that part.]

More so than there already is.

[tenimuho]

...I don't know how to do that. You're probably better-suited to figuring that out than I am.

[Which is reassuring.]

[empathiser]

That makes me feel so much better.

[IT IS CLEAR FROM HIS TONE OF VOICE THAT HE IS LYING.]

[tenimuho]

[That much, Oda can pick up on.]

Sorry.

[empathiser]

[Will sighs.]

First thing we need more information on is who 'it' is. I think other people are beginning to feel the same.

[tenimuho]

Right now, that seems like the biggest lead any of us have.

[empathiser]

It might be the only one we have.

[tenimuho]

Then that makes it easy to decide what lead to chase.

[empathiser]

Right. No picking away at loose threads and dead ends.

[tenimuho]

It wouldn't be very productive to getting us out.

[empathiser]

Which is the main goal, at the end of it all.

[tenimuho]

Mm. Everything else is secondary.

[it's not like he has anything more important than his own life, or anything]

[empathiser]

[you come into my backtags and spread around this heart breaking foreshadowing how dare--]

Getting out with everyone that's left. That should be the goal. It's... it's doable, at least. [He hopes. Provided someone doesn't knife five people on Friday.]

[tenimuho]

...We can do our best, and hope.

[And knife five people on Friday.]

[empathiser]

Yeah.

[Goddammit Oda.]