END GAME: THE COUNTDOWN STARTS

[sailmods]

[the prisoners wake up on cold, hard floors.

the lights are bright, glaring, a sterile cell with sterile bars facing a sterile hall. the prisoners with you, across from you, and no one else. no rocking of a ship in waves, nothing. just the prisoner and their prison.

time passes, one assumes. the rhythmic click of Friday’s heels down the hall. it’s almost like the ticking of a clock.]

Comments

[yournewsidekick]

"That's impressive," mutters Nimona.

Kinda nice to know she's not the only one losing her mind, though. She wonders which blonde lady it is -- there were a few she crossed paths with, and, well, more than one of them were a similar brand of monster as her.

Experimentally, she leans to thump her fist against one of the walls, as hard as she can -- not in a I-want-to-get-out way, but a knock-on-a-heavy-door way. Ow, not the smartest plan; wincing, she manages, "Did it look like they heard that?"

[saltwaterlungs]

"Not in the slightest. I'm guessing these aren't regular wall-walls, they're like... how you would think walls work if you didn't know anything about walls. Probably soundproof, and almost definitely indestructible."

Darcy just kind of gestures, "it's how the Captain builds these things. Just kind of spitballing based on how things seem like they should work. You should've seen his attempts at trees."

[thismaskismybadge]

"That'd explain the weird layout and sound dynamics... think that's why there's no locks, or is that Malin's token attempt at actual security?"