Volcano Prison, Monday, January 6, 2020

[sith_happened]

Volcano-roasted venison was a slight step up from gruel from the sky, but not enough to make Anakin want to stay here any longer. Classes were supposed to start today--he was pretty sure it was Monday, anyway--the new students were supposed to have a fun immersion via a picnic and not a terrifying bus crash-slash-kidnapping.

He was sure there would be paperwork on that.

"Right," he said to no one in particular. "Let's come up with a plan to get out of here. It looks like up is our best shot, unless someone can phase through walls and has been holding out on us." He smiled. "If we can combine escaping with blowing up that karking angel thing, all the better."

[OOC: Hold for small OCD, please!]

Comments

Re: Plot!

[burnitlikeshipping]

"Clearly the best plan is to distract them with a rousing sea shanty, then give them the old heave ho."

Sea Hawk, this was why you weren't allowed to make plans.

Re: Plot!

[betterthanaplan]

Duke gave the guy a long look.

"Oh god," he said faintly to no one in particular. "Is that what I sound like to you people?"

He had been assigned the silly pirate class last semester, after all.

Re: Plot!

[burnitlikeshipping]

That wasn't a 'no, that's a terrible idea', Duke.

"We should also mask our escape by setting a fire." Preferably a boat of some kind.

Re: Plot!

[betterthanaplan]

"Buddy. We are in a volcano. The only things flammable in here are us."

Re: Plot!

[burnitlikeshipping]

"True. We'll just have to sacrifice our clothes to the cause."

Because being named and on fire was a much better plan!

Re: Plot!

[betterthanaplan]

". . . Right, so we're going to make that Plan B."