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

[broshaw]

Just tell her it's avant-garde, people bullshit that stuff all the time and make millions off of it!^{[citation needed]} Anyway, we'll bust out of here before then! It's just prison, man, I'm already formulatin' all sorts of escape routes based on my extensive research.

[he watched Prison Break and had to be forcibly restrained from getting the county jail's blueprints tattooed on his back.]

[theweakhavepurpose]

Speaking of avant-garde, I tried to explain cirque du soleil to Clarke and I'm pretty sure she doesn't believe me that's a real thing, so after we get out of here I need you to back me up. [Because he described it as a 'sex circus'.]

Is your extensive research just looking down the hallway?