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

[yourexoduslaughing]

Oh my god Sharky!!! That's too many times! That's too many times!! Oh my god and you know it wouldn't have worked and we'd all smell like piss! Oooohhh you're a saint for talking him down!

[Flan's hair doesn't respond, as limp and lifeless as any other hair. It just hangs over his fingers with narry a twitch or possessive curl. Flan sighs, her shoulders slumping and for a little bit, the enthusiasm parts and her fear shows through.] It's just hair now... it's like... it's gone, and my powers are gone, and I was having a total panic attack for a while and it was super super ugly. We gotta get our powers back or I'm going to just like, curl up and die, just be like an old dried out beetle you find in a cupboard. What's even the point of it all if I can't yeet myself anywhere I wanna go??

[broshaw]

"IF WE KNEW THE BARS WERE MADE OF PLASTIC, YOU'D ALL BE THANKING ME RIGHT NOW!!!"

[theweakhavepurpose]

[Pointedly ignoring Sharky as if he no longer exists. Go neck with Giles or something. Instead he gives a sad little frown as her hair seems to just be ... hair. Poor hair.]

We're gonna get it back. Somehow. Probably need the Captain for that... But if you curl up on your back like a ladybug trapped in a windowsill I'll carry you out of here. I probably can't hurl you very far but I'll give it a go?

[He's such a helper.]

Okay but first we gotta get powers back yeah? I don't even know how they turned that shit off... so we gotta find the Captain right? Or that twat who put us in here. Either of them. Soooooo [Looking up and down the hall.] left or right?

[yourexoduslaughing]

[Flan takes Pratt's face in her hands and gives him a great big kiss because he is such a helper and a romantic. He'd carry her if she curled up like a little dead bug!!]

Oh my god not to like, make it a big deal, but I am like genuinely totally in love with you. [Mwah mwah mwah, this ex-cannibal occasionally-still-brainwashed man deserves so many kisses. But uh yeah, they got stuff to take care of, which means she has to hold off on the rest and get her dead hair back into a rough braid.] Yeah let's go find the Captain!

[Thankfully, Cass makes like a leader and leads which means all they have to do is follow her.]

[theweakhavepurpose]

[Pratt follows her, or well, floats after her like a cartoon wolf that smelled a pie because he's basically made of floaty pink hearts right now.

Too bad they have to do some life or death shit now. Maaaaan this is so unfair.]