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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[angrycrabnoises]

“WELL DEFINITELY SOMEBODY WAS FUCKING AROUND AND FINDING OUT. WHATEVER JUST HAPPENED WITH THESE CELLS DIDN’T SEEM LIKE IT WAS DONE BY THE ASSHOLE IN CHARGE,” he muses. Then chews his lip and adds, “FUCK, SIFFLEUR AND THE OTHERS BETTER BE OKAY.”

[nepetaleijon]

Immediately, fiercely: "They have to be. We gotta find them, come on --"

And she bounces to her feet and reaches down to pull him up.

[angrycrabnoises]

“WAIT, WAIT. HOLD ON,” Karkat says as he’s pulled up. He holds onto her hand to keep her from charging ahead.

“WE’RE DEFINITELY GOING TO LOOK FOR SIFFLEUR. BUT BEFORE THAT, I KNOW NIMONA GOT MORE FUCKED UP EMOTIONALLY BY THAT FIGHT ON THE DECK THAN I DID, AND I ALSO KNOW THAT SHE DOES NOT DO WELL WHEN SHE’S IN CAPTIVITY, SO I WANT TO CHECK IN ON HER FIRST.”

[nepetaleijon]

"Right," she says, with no change in tone. "She's -- which way?"

They've met somewhere in the middle of the corridor; she doesn't remember passing Nimona on either side, but in her haste to get to Karkat she wasn't quite looking.

[angrycrabnoises]

“FUCK IF I KNOW,” he says, still clutching onto her hand. “LET’S JUST TRY LOOKING AROUND.”

[hate_gettin_older]

A little further up the hallway, there's a good chance they'll see Nimona leaning on Edgar, and the two of them making their way toward the far door.