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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.]
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[personal profile] palfriday 2024-02-16 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
[at one point, she stumbles, just a bit, enough where it takes her a moment longer than usual to pass by, as she collects herself.]
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[personal profile] sabigoe 2024-02-16 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ That small stumble doesn't go by unnoticed, especially since it's different from the other times that Friday's passed by her cell. ]

Huh? [ Fio shoves herself even closer against the bars. If only there wasn't a barrier, she'd be running to Friday's side.] Whew. Be careful, Miss Friday! [ Then she calls out even louder, while watching her continue down the hall: ] ...Let's talk some more later!

[ ...

The next time Friday passes by, Fio perks up. She continues to smile brightly like another ordinary late night chatting at the guest services desk. As if she's not trapped in some sort of predicament behind bars right now... ]


Miss Friday, Miss Friday! [ Heel bounce. ] I remembered something else! I remember when you told me how people come in all different colors! You said that you like people that are "mostly blue" the best... is that the kind of person Miss Jenny is?

[ She stares expectantly, thinking a verbal response. It's fine if there's no answer, because that's not going to stop her from talking the next time Friday passes by her cell. ]
palfriday: (reflections in the waves)

[personal profile] palfriday 2024-02-17 08:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Friday walks by and says nothing. she does not return.

however, on this last trip, a crumpled ball of paper falls from her hand and rolls through the bars of Fio's cell.]
sabigoe: (⚙ 56)

[personal profile] sabigoe 2024-02-17 08:36 am (UTC)(link)
...Hm? Oh!

[ Scoops up the crumpled paper and opens it up. Is there anything inside? ]
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[personal profile] prince_of_beasts 2024-02-17 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ !! ]

What's that?
sabigoe: (⚙ 19)

[personal profile] sabigoe 2024-02-18 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ Give her a moment. Reading that short, simple greeting written on paper is enough for Fio to light up. She hugs the letter against her chest, before looking back down to read the rest. ]

It's a letter. It's from... Sparkles. It's gotta be! Or maybe Mister Captain? I'm not sure. It says... "Hi." [ Fio smiles very briefly as she reads that one bit. The rest of the words though, are worrying. She holds the paper out to give Dimitri a better view of the scrawling. ] "Bridge open. Danger. Fight."

Does it... want us to go to the bridge? And how're we gonna fight? [ Especially after the failed attempts before the ship transformed into a prison. A small frown, tilting her head. ] Hm. I'll tell the others what I've found!