a mock week

[arsholes]

[With the rules of your capture explained by a (seemingly useless and very sad) elf, the brand new apprentices of the Thanatos Institute have been left to their own devices in terms of study, co-habitation and pondering means of escape…whatever those means mean to each individual.

You're free to continue exploring your surroundings to your little hearts' content. Meals are provided 3 times a day, plates and silverware pre-laid out promptly at meal times (Don't worry, Gilear isn't cooking). If not brought to the kitchen, dirty and abandoned dishes will vanish after an hour. The only real restriction on your movements is that the kitchen is closed and the front doors lock between the hours of 10 pm and 7 am. Do try to be indoors before nightfall, dears. You never know what might be lurking in the dark.

Ambassador Gilear Faeth is unavailable for office hours, due to the fact that he doesn't have an office, but he can be found meandering around the tower from time to time. Just look for the discarded yogurt containers and you’re likely to find him.

Enjoy your week, everyone.]

Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday


[ooc: Welcome to mock week proper, everyone! As a reminder, there are no regains for the mock trial but you are welcome to investigate your surroundings. Just remember to make a note in your subject header to alert us so we can get to you as soon as we can.]

Comments

[isadisappointment]

What? No. [ He doesn't sound offended by the notion, but it's pretty clearly not true and he's not about to lie about it. ] A teammate. An old teammate, she was the first person incinerated after the umpires all went rogue.

[ He tilts the card towards her, letting her see since, fuck it, he's got nothing to hide. Maybe she can make more sense of this. At this angle, the back of Jaylen's uniform is visible, reading HOTDOGFINGERS over the 11 on her shirt. ]

I don't remember this, though. She was a good pitcher. Pretty sure she never beaned anyone, much less while doing whatever that is.

[strongestfeelings]

Hot Dog Fingers. [She sounds the words out slowly, and deliberately, like she's struggling with the language. It's like her accent can't manage them, then-- she sighs, heavily. At least it keeps her from taunting him further.]

How very... American.

I'm sorry about her incineration.

[isadisappointment]

[ Mike gives her a sidelong look. Hotdogfingers is kind of an Ellis Island special, but it's not that bad. Anyway. ]

Yeah. [ he says, sighing. ] But this - that's Mclaughlin Scorpler.

[ He points to the batter, the hologram taken mid-flinch as the ball bounces off his head. ]

He wasn't playing for the Tigers when Jaylen was still around. So - what? This is an alternate universe? Or she comes back? I don't get it.