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]

I'm sure of it. They eat, piss and shit same as us, right? That means they all have embarrassing parts better left off the page.

[Even Andraste, Varric was certain, had to have made her mistakes. Surely in her Marches she stepped in horse shit once or twice. Historians just wanted to secure their place at the Maker's side, and kept it out.]

Even I screw up. Hard to believe, I know, but it happens.

[tuskenlancer]

[ She actually laughs at that. It's quiet, and she smothers it nearly instantly, but it's there. ]

She couldn't have done it without you, though.

[ Varric had been careful to write Hawke as the hero of her story, and not himself. He was always there, but in the background. A supporting character.

She knows, though. Meeting him, reading between the lines...it's clear how important he must have been to her. ]

You're a hero, too.

[neverheardofhim]

[The dwarf was quick to make a sound close to disgust. His hand braced against her arm, shoving against it lightly and playfully. A hero? Andraste's chapped ass, no.]

Not so loud, Soldier. Don't give anyone the wrong idea.

[He was the handsome sidekick, meant to elicit forbidden fantasies from both men and women. Sometimes, he might even be the voice of reason, or the cause of something going right.

But the hero?]

That's a role suited for someone taller, I think.

[tuskenlancer]

[ She smiles, a real smile, when he shoves at her, and immediately leans back toward him, bumping her shoulder against his. ]

Your height doesn't matter.

[ But she knows it's not really his height that's making him so reluctant to accept her praise. ]

I'm serious.

If I can be a hero, you definitely are.

[neverheardofhim]

Why don't we put a pin in that.

[People around him were still dying. He might not have been close to everyone, but there were still innocents in the bunch. The idea of counting himself among the greats while they were still locked away didn't sit well with him.]

When we get out of here, then we'll talk.

[tuskenlancer]

[ She won't push it. After all, it's not as if she's especially willing to accept the title herself. ]

Okay.

[ When we get out of here. She smiles bitterly. ]

Sure. When we get out.