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

[thismaskismybadge]

"It's absolutely sacred! Even my most boring or annoying villains at least give a little back. Like. Do better. C'mon."

[saltwaterlungs]

"I would've taken a 'shut up'. Or like, anything. Most of the Captain's banter sucks but at least he does it."

Huffs. This was a good decompression, to help thaw some of the edges around Darcy freezing over. They feel a little more like theirself now.

"I think we have enough here to go off. We should pass it on, see if we have any ideas or other suggestions from everyone else."

[thismaskismybadge]

Gwen stretches out, as she'll end up doing many times throughout their confinement thanks to feeling oddly stiff without her powers, and nods. "Sounds like getting it much further than a couple people down's going to be... uh. Hard mode? But I guess we've just... gotta make it work."

[saltwaterlungs]

"Not like we have much choice. We'll make it work."

And Darcy makes their way over to the bars.