hardrocklife | PC: Gideon

[RNG says we're here at the Science Lab! Zelgadis has his hood pulled up as if it will somehow make him less visible as he paws around inside cabinets, pulling out suspicious-looking vials of mystery-liquids and holding them up to the light very carefully while pinching them between his stone fingers.]

What the hell is this...?

[well this is short and to the point: catch gideon climbing over the counter in the fairway to just straight up try to steal one of the ugly knock off plushies. she is committing crimes, come join her.]

[here is gideon, in the clothing store on the new island! she has kicked a mannequin over to the ground. she's also trying on jackets, kind of just absently, expression furrowed, like she's thinking very hard.

what's up.]

[it is later in the day! and the home biome seems to be occupied.

the best way to describe this place is that it's - well, listen, it's on pluto. but it's grey, and it's cold, and the gravity is different, just a little. he'll find himself in a series of catacombs, with little niches that have a lot of skeletons in them, connected to generators. like a skyrim dungeon, but with sci-fi elements like LED lights. the catacombs lead all the way down to a series of cells, which are small and only contain a bed, bathroom, and a hook on the wall for robes.

past all of that is a horribly rattling and terrifying lift. this will take him to a church.

the church is a long narrow hall on the very bottom level. lit by gas-discharged lights and luminescent powders, it is a dark, dusty and silent place, with enough pews to seat a thousand. it's in bad shape, but less than the rest of the place.

inside is gideon, staring up the stained glass. it's shattered and barely hanging on. oh, also, she's wearing this.]

[wow! gideon shouldn't be walking around but hey! she is anyway. she's actually probably taking a break at the bar, sprawled over the counter. hhghhh.

she doesn't lift her head, but she waves at zelgadis when she sees him.]

[if she sees him and he doesn't like, run away, she'll come sit down next to him, and then:]

I'm sure you're sick of people asking you if you're okay.

Week 0, Monday

w1; MONDAY

w3; MONDAY

w5; MONDAY

w5; FRIDAY

w5; SUNDAY