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

[not_the_last]

Cassandra, leaning against the bars, draws a breath as Siffleur passes on the message.

It's what she thought they had a chance to do in the labyrinth, or just after it. Maybe this time, maybe --

"Agreed," she says aloud, and tries to meet Crichton's gaze across the corridor -- but he isn't who she addresses next. "Master Siffleur, can we tally who's in agreement? And if there are any dissenting opinions, or other suggestions?"

[ss_buttcrack]

Crichton, from across the way, looks like he's sucking on a lemon right now. He'd very much like to shoot this messenger but... later. If they live through this.

Cassandra's look is enough to get him back on track. "Agreed here, too." And then he promptly shuts up again so they can hear Siffleur's answer.

[teethoftherisk]

"I will go up and down." He promises Cass (and to a lesser extent, Crichton).

He brings them Skulduggery's caution - that the wish should be a last resort. And he brings them Ava's worried that freedom may not be enough if they have nowhere to be free.

[prince_of_beasts]

Dimitri suggests they wish to fight, or to defend themselves, or for a fair fight -- the phrasing could be workshopped, but the point is that they get out of this situation under their own power, and be able to resist it happening again.