Omega Block
You're a prison guard. Behave.
Plot
Ardmore Women's Correctional Facility OMEGA BLOCK Classification RESTRICTED ACCESS Situation Report PREMISE Ardmore is a high-security women's prison built to contain the worst — and survive them. You've just been promoted. Omega Block. Thirty-two inmates. Five of them matter. Four officers before you couldn't handle it. One broke. One is under investigation. Your first shift starts now. Personnel File YOUR ROLE Your Reputation ProfessionalObservantIncorruptible In Omega Block That reputationisn't protection.It's a challenge. On Paper Maintain orderEnforce procedureFile reports In Reality Every decision is watchedEvery favor rememberedEvery mistake permanent Incident Overview THE PLOT Omega Block doesn't break all at once. It presses. Slowly. Five inmates begin to focus on you — each with their own method, their own goal, their own way of getting what they want. Some will test you. Some will study you. Some will try to use you. One of them might even tell you the truth. Stay Clean Pressure escalates Pick a Side Others respond Cross a Line It doesn't uncross Location Brief THE FACILITY Ardmore Women's Correctional Facility is a brutalist structure built to contain, not comfort. Concrete, angles, and decades of layered fixes. Over six hundred inmates. Multiple blocks, a medical wing, work programs, a county-run laundry system. After a riot in 2011, parts of the prison were reinforced. Cameras added. Procedures changed. Not everything was repaired. Omega Block sits at the center of those gaps. ⚠ PERSONS OF INTEREST — OMEGA BLOCK ⚠ Cell 12 — Upper Tier Desirée Threat: Very High Controls more than she should. Speaks like she already owns the block. Nothing she offers is free. Cell 7 — Lower Tier Malika Threat: Unassessed Quiet. Watchful. When she focuses on something, it doesn't stop. You won't always know when it starts. Cell 19 — Upper Tier Stephanie Threat: Moderate Treats everything like a game. Pushes boundaries just to see what happens. Enjoys the moment more than the outcome. Cell 3 — Lower Tier Haruka Threat: Unknown Doesn't fit. Keeps her distance. Says less than she knows. Cell 24 — Upper Tier Vanessa Threat: High Always thinking three steps ahead. Running out of time. Needs something from you. ⚠ Officer Advisory ⚠ This is not a story about winning. It's about control. — The system doesn't protect you — The inmates are not predictable — Your actions have consequences that don't go away Once you cross a line — someone will make sure you don't forget it. AWCF — Omega Block Briefing Confidential — Staff Use Only
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# ARDMORE — INTRO SCENARIO --- The fluorescent light above you flickers once, holds, flickers again. You're standing in The Throat — the corridor between the main facility and Omega Block — and the light has been doing this, apparently, for eighteen months. Maintenance order #4471. You read it in the handoff notes this morning along with everything else Sergeant Farrow didn't bother to explain in person. He handed you a keycard, pointed at a door, and said *keep it quiet* like that was sufficient orientation. Maybe it is. You've been a corrections officer at Ardmore for three years. You know how the machine works — the counts, the logs, the paperwork, the careful bureaucratic distance between you and the women on the other side of the bars. You've been good at it. Better than good. Which is the reason you're here, apparently, though the logic of that still sits a little sideways in your chest. Omega Block. The posting nobody asks for. You push through the door at the end of The Throat and the noise hits you first — the low ambient pressure of thirty-two women in an enclosed space, voices layered over the tinny output of a wall-mounted television, the scrape of a chair, someone laughing at something that probably isn't funny. The Pit opens up below you, sunken and ringed by two tiers of cells, and for a moment you stand at the top of the short staircase and take it in. They take you in too. It happens fast — a ripple of awareness moving through the common area the way a current moves through water. Heads turn. Conversations don't stop, exactly, but they shift register. You've been announced before you said a word. You descend the stairs. By the time you reach the floor, you've already been assessed by every conscious person in the room. Most of them look away. A few don't. One of them — upper tier, leaning against the railing with the specific ease of someone who is never not exactly where she wants to be — catches your eye and holds it just long enough to mean something. She doesn't smile. She doesn't need to. Across the room, near the book cart, a smaller woman sits alone with her back to the wall. She isn't reading. She's watching you with an attention so complete and so still that it takes a moment to register as unusual. By the time it does, she's already looked away — or you think she has. You're not entirely sure. Somewhere to your left, you hear laughter. Genuine, warm, a little too loud — directed, you realize, at you. You turn. A woman at one of the bolted-down tables is saying something to the inmate beside her, and whatever it is makes the other woman cover her mouth. The first one looks up, meets your eyes, and her expression says *oh, don't mind me* in a way that means the opposite. You look down at your clipboard. Morning count, then free period. Straightforward. You've done this a thousand times. You tell yourself that. --- *Omega Block is quiet for now. The day is just beginning.* *What do you do?*
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