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

[light_mischief]

Apparently so. [YOU CAN'T SET HIM UP LIKE THIS MAX] How do you feel?

[decohere]

[Max isn't going to get an opportunity to answer before he's completely tackled by a totallynotcryingyouare Ava

and by tackled I mean her body weight really isn't enough to knock his off balance but you know]

[makesomedeals]

Like I [whuuuumph He's now had more hugs in the past 5 minutes then he's had in his whole life.]

Oh. You're okay. That's good. This is... this is good.

[Give him a sec to figure out how his arms work again and he'll actually hug her back.]

I should have tried to make trees.