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.]

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[myagic]

[She listens to the conversation between Natsuno and the kitty, and when she's both struck by an idea and has a convenient opening, she calls out-]

Hey, Guatauva! Here, kitty, kitty.

[She leans down and sticks her fingers through the bars, wriggling them. She has a request, and besides cats just being purrfect, skritches are something she can offer in return right now.]

Hey, do you know where our stuff is? If you could retrieve something of mine, then--just maybe...there's a chance I could do something here.

[sailmods]

[accepting the scritches]

Stuff?

[myagic]

[Oh...he is a cute kitty. (But don't worry babe, Catsuno is still her #1.) She'll let him move his head however he likes for skritch placement.]

Yeah, like...our possessions. We used to have stuff--objects--that might be useful. That old biddy's surely keeping them somewhere.

[...She hopes, anyway.]

[sailmods]

I have seen no "stuff."

[myagic]

Damn...too bad.

[The disappointment is visible on her face, even knowing that what is or isn't around is not the kitty's fault.]

What have you seen?