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sailmods ([personal profile] sailmods) wrote in [community profile] come_sailaway2024-02-13 08:46 pm

END GAME: THE COUNTDOWN STARTS



[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.]
palfriday: (for the virgin sea)

[personal profile] palfriday 2024-02-16 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
[click click click]
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[personal profile] kingoftheanthill 2024-02-17 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey! You're being super rude right now!

[ Presently, it becomes clear that Friday is not going to answer him, and that... well, that is just impolite as hell.

But the stakes are high, and two can play at being impolite. And maybe wherever she's going there's someone else who won't ignore him, or a box that all their powers got squashed into, or a big 'open cell doors' lever, or similar. So when Friday's heels click on the floor, an ant, then two, then a dozen, then many, many dozen more begin to climb.

Congrats, Friday, you get ant stockings! ]
palfriday: (reflections in the waves)

[personal profile] palfriday 2024-02-18 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
[immediately disengages human glamour.

becomes lump of weirdly wet mud.

moves approximately a foot away from the ants.

reforms.

reengages.

click. click. click.]