No response. The only noise is the obvious sound of the ship being tossed around by. . something. They lost contact with Simon. For now at least.

. . . "How am I supposed to find this damn thing, IF IT KEEPS MOVING AROUND THE--" Something grabs the ship.

David then. . yells at Clarissa?! "Hey! Don't yell at her!!" At least Simon's kind, I guess. But they do have to stop.

David just tells Simon to shut the fuck up. Which just ticks off Simon more. Now the two are arguing. To make matters worse, blood droplets slowly occur more and more.

"I AM NOT STAYING DOWN HERE!' David attempts to yell at Simon again. I mean. . she would've absolutely done that if she could've.

"I told you something was alive and NONE OF YOU LISTENED!" Goodness, calm down Simon.

"I mean it MOVED. It's not there anymore." Oh no.

Simon begins piloting again. "Hey uh, the skeleton moved. .?"

"You. ." He stammers on his words. Oh, how much he wishes he could just go home right now.

"What do you mean you're not sure--" David interrupts Simon, telling him to shut the fuck up. Dude.

Simon glances at the intercom, then to the floor of the sub. A droplet of blood hits Simon's hand. He simply wipes it off, however, it leaves a mark on his hand. "Uhh. . Clary, is the blood supposed to leave. ." "Is it supposed to leave marks on your body?" Get him out of there.

David then begins to speak to Simon, telling him to get the fucking sample. Simon nods, walking back to the controls, looking through the map. . . .he hits something. David literally cusses Simon out.

David is quite confused on what the hell she's doing. Simon is pacing around the sub, breathing heavily. "Please don't go. ." Aw.

He actually has nice brown eyes. . if only she could see him again. Now, Simon is submerged once again. "Please. . no. ."

He slams his fist against the window. "DAMMIT!" Before he can get another word, they begin to lower the ship down. "Nono! Not right now, please!" He's not taking his eyes off of her.

Simon is right up at the window. Is. . is he crying? "Is. . is it possible to open this window. .?

They haven't lowered the ship yet. And nobody is at the window. "Clary. . can you uh. . come back over to the window before. . before they drop me. .?"

He stammers for a moment, still staring at the intercom. "Clary. .?" A quiet chuckle comes from him. . . .he missed her voice.

Simon backs from the window, still wiping tears from his eyes. He glances up at the intercom, as the ship starts back up again. "I don't want to go." "Please."

Ava turns her attention to Clary. Yelling at her that she doesn't give a shit what the convict's name is. She says that he's nothing more than a heartless convict. But is that true?

He begins banging on the window. Someone unweld him, PLEASE. He wants to get out. Ava, however, attempts to move Clary out of the way again. She then tells Simon to stop. She doesn't even know his name. Only calling him. . convict. Simon stops, obvious tears in his eyes.

"Clary. ." He whispers her name, goodness, he really wants to get out of this damn sub, and give her the biggest hug.

Ava quite literally pushes Clary away from the window, to just. . yell at Simon. "Look, I'm sorry, but maybe if you would talk to me, this wouldn't have HAPPENED!" Ava tells him to just get the fucking sample. He wants to talk to Clary, though. He wants to talk to Clary. Let him talk to Clary.

"I-. . uh. ." He points at the button, goodness he's shaking. "I pressed that, I didn't. . I didn't know." "I'm sorry." He carefully walks back up to the window.

Ava rushes back, angered. "Oh great you hear me now. Now, get someone else for your suicide mission, because I'M NOT GOING--" Ava interrupts him, saying they blasted everyone with radiation. ". .What?" Ava explains that it's not a normal camera, it's an X-RAY CAMERA. "I-I. . didn't know that."

"You're not HEARING me when I say there's something ELSE. Something alive." Ava says there might just be. Then she explains what's going to be attached to the front of the sub. "So. . what am I supposed to do? Just ram it?" Ava says yes. ". .You can't be serious." +

"Hey so uh. . am I done?" Ava cleans up the blood-soaked window, asking if there were any leaks. "Yeah, some blood dripped in, and some sort of liquid on the walls." Ava simply says that it's condensation. "Right. Condensation." . . . "There's something alive down there." They just. . +

Goodness, he looks terrified. "Can I get out now? Please, I need more oxygen, I'm running out!" Ava orders Clary to move out of the way. Simon backs from the window slightly, confused. "Hey uh, can I get out now?"

( @praedulcis.bsky.social ) After finding the first point of interest, and losing a bar of oxygen. Simon asks for his release, and he's slowly brought back up. When he gets there. . they're not letting him out. For some reason.

"Alright one point of interest. . five more to go." 𝐎𝐗𝐘𝐆𝐄𝐍. . . . "What?"

Suddenly, Ava's voice from the intercom begins to get cut off by static. Guess he's too deep in the blood ocean now. . . . "Fuck me."

Simon sits down on the one chair in the ship, mostly thinking about Eden. Although he may not be religious, he does think back to the speeches The Father would give. How much he wishes he was here. Suddenly, he hears Ava's voice from the intercom. Speaking about irregularities and flames.. +

He gives a nod, as he's slowly welded into the ship. 𝔹𝕖𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝟛, 𝟚, 𝟙. .

He manages to give a slight smile. "Thank you." OH BOY, HE'S TOTALLY GONNA COME BACK UP GUYS.

"Uh. ." He's stammering on his words now. "I. . I guess I'll miss you. .?" He puts his hood, awaiting to be welded in. .

Okay well, that calms him down a little. He does take her hand gently. However, Ava is telling her to hurry this up quickly.

"Both of these ARE executions!" Simon, calm down. We gotta do something to calm this guy down.

"I'd rather rot in that cell than do this shit! Please!" Simon.

"This doesn't FEEL like an expedition though, it feels like an execution." Ah, I see what he did there! My apologies. "Please don't make me do this."

The slightest smile he could've produced is just. . gone. ". .What? So you're saying you don't KNOW?" Simon. Stop.

. . . He didn't even get to eat. "So, uh. ." Simon breaks some of the silence. "I'm going to be free after this, right?"

Ava says there is no more time left. Wait, no more time. I thought Simon would be. . whatever. And besides, Ava states that she could easily ask Simon herself while he's down there. Without Clarissa's help.

Simon is then soon told some of the basics of what he's doing. The ship, finding points of interest, the blood ocean. . . .the fucking blood ocean, and his freedom. Clary doesn't get dismissed yet, as she's told to get Simon into the SM-13.

The CONVICT soon meets with Ava. He seems very confused, since well, he wasn't really told anything.

He doesn't give a response, but he does nod. He wishes he could say more, but he's quite limited with being watched 24/7.

". .For bringing me." His expression clearly states he wants to say more.

. . . "Thanks. I guess."

With a sign, the CONVICT gets back up. "Alright, go and take me to her. I guess." He raises up his still handcuffed hands slightly. Letting her lead him.

Another groan. "Okay fine, whatever." He sits back down, but before he can DIG INTO HIS DAMN DINNER. Ava is heard through a speaker. Asking for the convict. "I have a fucking name."

"Well she isn't listening to us right now!" Shit he's kind of right. No cameras record any audio in the cells.