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

[fonomena]

[It's simultaneously completely unsurprising but still a bit off-putting, yes, to find nothing but absolute darkness on the other side of the bridge door when it's pushed open. As if the yawning void beyond the deck also dwells in here...but then again, it really is just about on par with every other unpleasant aspect of this entire situation, isn't it?

Jade's already bracing for the headache that navigating darkness without so much as a little fonic flame on hand is going to be...but he's not far behind Clark or Rita, in moving through. Maybe just a bit further behind than he'd like, actually--even only dubiously armed with a plastic facsimile of a cell bar, he really would rather have taken point for the group...but, well. There goes Clarke, and Rita close on her heels, and so he ends up being a very close third.]

Carefully, now, watch your step and be prepared for anything--