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

[theweakhavepurpose]

I do kinda wonder if her whole world really is like her, or if she was just like that. It's weird being a representative of your entire reality ya know?

True true. Well I think we got a shot, you got outta there, others will too. And then we just gotta get to the Captain who's probably in solitary. Or no wait, this is all dramatic so probably shackled up in an actual dungeon With an oubliette and everything.

[teethoftherisk]

This is true. I hope for her world's sake that she was simply like that, and there are plenty of human beings there who know how to be kind for kindness sake.

[Siffleur snorts but Pratt's probably right. Nothing ever gets done by half-measures here.] With actual chains on his cuffs, no doubt. Or hanging from the ceiling by them.

[theweakhavepurpose]

Probably. Torches on the walls, the whole thing.

Anyway. What are you gonna do now that you're out? What's at the end of the hallway? I can't see very far.