INTRO LOG #2

[abraxasmods]

Intro Log #2

It has been two months now since the initial group of summonings first took place. Castle Thorne, or at least the part above ground, is buzzing with a vibrant air of hope following the 'success' at the Singularity. Eager smiles and excited chattering are to be found in nearly every corner of the castle and surrounding town. The honored guests may find grateful looks turned their way more often than not. A new and brighter day seems to be dawning on the kingdom.

In the dungeons it's a different story entirely. The mood is somber and uneasy. The prisoner taken for trial has yet to return, and no word has come regarding her or her fate. There has been no mention of any further trials as of yet and guards seem to have little patience for unruly behavior or even conversation. Some seem to not even look at or acknowledge the prisoners at all.

[ Feel free to continue threads from the TDM here or start your own! As cell and room assignments will be short-lived due to this month's event, you're free to assume whichever cellmates and roommates you like instead of officially signing up as long as there are ICly no more than four people in a cell or room at once. ]

Comments

[impressionism]

The honest-to-god truth is that Hennessy has no idea how to do it less precisely than her own habit. Her only saving grace is that magic really doesn't seem to work down here, so she decides to drop the cynicism down maybe half a notch for the sake of not immediately alienating her cellmate.

"Normally I just have my phone wake me up every twenty minutes, but I doubt that kind of precision is required since they shut my magic off."

She half-eyerolls at the word magic, because one shitty power that only half-works isn't enough gift to make up for the threat it carried.

[souille]

More magic. Abigail's expression is more wary now, as though she expects her to click her fingers and set her on fire. It's difficult enough to accept that it's a real force here, and she can't help but feel a little jealous that others brought here with her have experience of it themselves.

"I could count to twenty minutes and then give you a shake."

Focusing on that would keep her awake, at least.

[impressionism]

Hennessy doesn't like the feeling of being indebted to someone else, but she supposes the other option is risking a messy death for them both. It tends to be motivating.

"If you really don't mind. I'll owe you a favor, because my job's easier. You can ask me to paint something for you if we ever get out."

She's not sure how it'll work if they get out and end up back in their own worlds, but this girl looks like she's from a normal Earth, at least. Maybe they can just text each other.

[souille]

Her brow raises considerably at that offer. She'd been fine with doing it anyway, knowing they needed to look out for each other here, as no one else would, but she's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"Wow, okay. That's a pretty nice deal."

[impressionism]

Hennessy doesn't like to be indebted, and painting is like breathing to her. It's likely to be one of the few sources of calm she'll get in a place like this if they ever let her out. Judging by the surroundings she's not holding out hope of any Netflix binge-watching sessions in her future.

"It doesn't have to be a painting, but that's probably my most normal skillset."

She doesn't really want to offer any kind of criminal assistance to a stranger, though most of her crimes are of the nonviolent sort.