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

[tokencanadian]

...[She can just listlessly shrug. Sometimes she wants to think that things will end like a fairy tale - that the heroes will vanquish evil and make the world a safer place.]

It didn't end well for them, does it?

[neverheardofhim]

Of course not. [She'd hit the nail on the head there, and Varric didn't look happy about it at all. He scratched at the back of his head, looked to the floor, then upward, before finally meeting Pyrrha's eyes once more.]

One of our friends did something pretty awful. Caused a lot of damage to the city we live in, hell, maybe even the whole world at this rate.

[tokencanadian]

That's... definitely something terrible then. [Oof.] Do you know... if anyone was hurt, or what specifically might have been damaged? I'm... so sorry about that.

did i lose this tag. maybe just a little.

[neverheardofhim]

It... [Varric made a face. Of course he knew what happened. He had been standing right beside Anders as his plan came to fruition.]

He blew up a church, and everyone in it. It was enough to cause fighting in the streets between magic users and those meant to keep them in check. Don't know if we'll ever know how many people died that day.

mmmmok

[tokencanadian]

[Pyrrha's silent, but her visible reaction should be enough: a hand moves to cover her mouth, eyes widening at the mental image of something so disastrous happening.]

That's... awful! [Which is the least she could say.] But why? Why would one of your friends think that was a reasonable course of actions?

[neverheardofhim]

[Varric kicked himself for even starting the story. Pyrrha didn't need to hear this. They were witnessing enough horror stories as it was.]

The Chantry, our religious body, decreed that magic was not to be trusted. Mages are prone to possession by demons and that... doesn't end well for anyone. Trouble is, it's not a choice you make, becoming a mage. You're born into it.

[Born into it, and then sent away before you became a man or a woman, never to see family again. He had to admit, that part unsettled him.]

Some people took that distrust too far. People were killed or... or worse, some would say. And my friend decided that he was done watching it play out.

[tokencanadian]

...So it's a normal part of your people, but people still mistreat it and forbid it. [Kind of reminds her of the relationship with the Faunus. Okay at best, disastrous at worst.]

So your friend... decided to act in an attempt at vengeance. It wasn't something he could sit through any longer.