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! ))

Comments

[neverheardofhim]

What, you don't thrive on being trapped in a prison?

[helladoptera]

Surprisingly? Not really, no.

[neverheardofhim]

We'll just have to get you out of here soon then, won't we? [Their humor could be set aside for the moment, when Varric spoke there was nothing but a genuine firmness.]

I promise we will.

[helladoptera]

We'll get out, I know we will. Gotta... it's going to be good to get back and see Chloe again.

[neverheardofhim]

I know how you feel. I gotta find Bianca. The real one -- not that fake piece of junk they delivered to me. [Though since she mentioned it.]

So. Chloe. Tell me about her?

[helladoptera]

Bianca?

[ nevermind AN EXCUSE TO TALK ABOUT CHLOE- ]

Chloe's... she's really cool, a real... punk badass girl, I guess. She helps me get out of my comfort zone and I make sure she doesn't end up in like... the prison zone, I guess. She's my best friend, and... I miss the shit out of her, now that my memories are apparently starting to come back.

[neverheardofhim]

[Bianca can wait, Max seems so excited!]

She sounds like she would get along with a friend of mine. Let me guess, filled with sass, not a fan of taking too much seriously?

[Let them gush about their female best friends that they totally don't have feelings for.]

[helladoptera]

That sounds a lot like her, yep. She always takes things seriously with me, though. Well... serious stuff, at least.

[ Hahaha yeah totally no feelings here n o p e . ]

[neverheardofhim]

You take good care of her, right? And she you?

[That's what friends with feelings do, right?]

[helladoptera]

Mmhm. I didn't... do a great job for a while there, but I'm making it up to her.

[neverheardofhim]

Everyone makes mistakes. That's a natural part of friendship, don't let anyone tell you different. Making it up, like you're doing, that's what's important.

I'm willing to bet she cares a lot about you. Thinks you're a great friend and all that.

[helladoptera]

I think so. A lot went down in my memories, but she...

[ A walk down literal memory lane, scenes of all their time together. Then the storm, and the suffocating pressure of that choice... ]

I think we both care. "A whole awful lot."

[neverheardofhim]

If there's anything I've come to realize in my old age -- [He might have remembered reaching his thirties, but it was impossible to forget the age put on him by his profile.]

It's that friends like those manage to make it possible to claw your way out of anything.

[Anders had betrayed him, that much was true. But Hawke was helping them claw their way out of the hellish war he'd started. Just as she'd done with the Qunari, and the darkspawn ebfore that.]

Whatever you remembered, I'm sure you'll both make it through.