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

[sabigoe]

[ Fio has been awake the entire time, sometimes spacing out in a daze. Until she's alerted by the loud beeping and the sound of metal, she steps away from the bars, observing as Bastion breaks open their cell. ]

...Bash? [ Once the opening is wide enough for them to escape, she doesn't immediately jump out into the corridor. It takes her a moment to snap out of her shock. She steps forward to stand by the omnic and rests a hand on their side. ] Thank you for your hard work. Rest up, 'kay? Dimi and I will take it from here... [ Like Dimitri, she doesn't know much about machines either. But still, she tries to provide reassurance: ] And when we all get outta here, we'll get you all fixed up and feeling better again.

[configuration_birdwatcher]

[ Dimitri and Fio can feel a feverish heat under Bastion's metal skin. It's beginning to fade now that the pressure is off, like a kettle that's been removed from the stove. ]

// Okie, Darcy, Gwen, and the Starrs.

// Thank you. [ They appreciate the humans' kindness. They need their self-repair system to fix most of this – the only human on the ship they would expect to know how to help is César, who has no tools – but taking time to rest will give their overheated components time to cool down. ] // I need to speak to Nimona.

[prince_of_beasts]

Can I help you there? [ The offer is compulsive; Bastion looks to be limping, though Dimitri's not sure he can provide any meaningful support. ] Nimona's in the right direction for me, it's no trouble.