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

[mistertwister]

I can go with Siff, yeah. 'Less we get all our bullshit back I'm just a human that stands out.

[ He steps out into the middle of the hallway, gets the feel for his legs under him again. ]

You want I should pass on a message?

[configuration_birdwatcher]

[ They're glad that he's doing better. It'll save time if they don't have to escort him, too. ]

// I'll start with cells where both parties can fight, in case we're interrupted.

[ They don't have any personal messages for Siffleur, and he should be able to pick up everything else he needs to know by looking around. ]

[mistertwister]

I'll, uh, be on standby then.

[ He claps his hands as if they just finished a pregame huddle, before turning to shuffle awkwardly down the hallway. ]