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

[makesomedeals]

Impressive overconfidence.

I'll leave the throttling to you, at least at first, but afterwards we're going to need to leave, we have to go somewhere as I'm assuming she isn't the only one who is aware of the distress beacon. Somewhere safe, and free, with everyone. [The other passengers had been overthinking the wording of that to the point he's not even sure it's the right thing to try and use his power source for. He's also hoping that if everyone wishes at once that it doesn't negatively impact their local Jinn. That'll be Skulduggery's problem if it happens.] That seems vague enough for everyone to agree on but specific enough to not put us at the bottom of a lake.

2/?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[he goes stiff in his arms.]

Yes, Master.

4/?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[he slips a hand free of the embrace.

and snaps his fingers.]