Week 5

[airlockedmods]

[Five weeks in, and suddenly your numbers have been reduced by a lot. All evidence of Oda's methodical slaughter has been wiped away by the robots, but getting rid of the memories isn't going to be so easy. Not to mention the emotional scars.

Again on Sunday morning, you'll find yourselves with some new memories and some new items. Today, however, there are no new rooms.]

Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday


(( ooc: Don't forget to turn in your AC for Week 4, submit your memory regains, and put in your Benefactor threads! ))

Comments

[goldrighthand]

You are still justifying murder as - how did you say it, claiming you are doing a favor when you are trying to save your own skin? You could easily sacrifice your own vote and have the majority save you. Perhaps that would sooth your beliefs. Knowledge that you were not responsible for their death.

And considering this [he glances at the plate] has already been replaced once, I have no doubt the rest of you will replace it again. But if you are so affronted by this - here.

[he holds it out to her.

>take?]

[tuskenlancer]

I'm not justifying anything. I'm taking responsibility. Unlike you.

[ Abstaining from voting wouldn't change anything. Whoever was convicted would still die, and as far as CT's concerned, refusing to get blood on her hands while doing nothing to stop it is the coward's way out. ]

I don't need soothing.

[ She gives him a distrustful look when he offers the license plate, but after a moment, she steps forward, cautiously reaching for it. ]

1/2

[goldrighthand]

[Well, she can try and reach it. But he raises it up-]

Good, because I have no comfort to give.

2/2

[goldrighthand]

[tuskenlancer]

[ CT's still reaching for the plate, still half-expecting Akande to turn on her suddenly. To throw it at her face, or maybe whip out a knife.

Instead, he does neither. Just as she's about to touch it, he curls his hand into a fist, crushing the metal plate effortlessly. CT's expression turns to surprise, shock, and then rage. ]

Fuck you.

[ It's a bare whisper, and then she steps forward, knocking his hand away. She's almost shaking, beside herself with anger, and unable to come up with any more articulate response. ]

Fuck you.

[goldrighthand]

You can just make another one, can't you?

[He's standing his ground, looking down at her with a coldly amused expression. What're you gonna do, CT.]

Touch me again, and I will break your hands.