Week 3

[airlockedmods]

[It takes a disturbingly short amount of time for the status quo to be restored. PAL still makes the morning and night time announcements through the PIP on each Champion's arm, and still the Champion unitards are freshly laundered and re-hung each morning in their closets.

There's a new floor to explore, a perverse reward for a trial well done.]

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[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your AC for week 2 and submit your threads for the Benefactors!]

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Dining room

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Well, Junpei's all kinds of sore from a... session with Nishitani, though he's covering up nicely with his new modest turtleneck and pants that actually cover his whole legs. Since it appears today is a Santa day, he's hoping someone might have some booze he can trade for, but Arianna's bottles of painkillers catch his attention--and.

That. Is oxycodone.

The innocent medieval (?) princess has fucking oxy. DANGER, WILL ROBINSON, say all his pseudo-cop instincts. He points at the bottle.]

...Arianna, do you need that?

[daughterofthemark]

[gdi tenmeowji she ships you with rii-san this is non-negotiable]

Good morning, Sir Junpei. [It's actually afternoon now but not by much.] I don't... believe so? To be honest, I'm not certain what it is.

[misanthropicprinciple]

I, ah. Kind of figured you might not.

[He breathes out. Okay, let's take that off her hands. He waves her over to his inflatable pool of junk and stuff; this time, all the consumable items are there, too, as well as crap he doesn't want and underwear.]

I'll trade you for it. Uh, the whiskey, too, if you don't want it. [gIVE HIM THE BOOZE]

[daughterofthemark]

[She hands over the pill bottle, but the whiskey...]

Are you certain you can be responsible with this?

[She seems to recall hearing something about a slumber party full of drunk people.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

What? Yes. I'm an adult, Arianna.

[ExcuuUUUUSE ME, PRINCESS!]

[daughterofthemark]

...all right.

[Was that a tiny sigh? Well, she give him the whiskey, anyway, and takes a look at the pool's contents.]

...you have a lot of underwear, Sir Junpei.

[misanthropicprinciple]

I know. [He knows.] This isn't even all of it. I already gave some back to their rightful owners.

[daughterofthemark]

...this is Dame Mai's.

[junpei when you stayed behind after the trial did you steal arianna's dead roommate's underwear]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[...Draaaagggsss a hand down his face.]

I. Know. This is the second set of hers that came out of our dumbwaiter.

[Release him from this mortal coil.]

[daughterofthemark]

[She'll just be taking those without another word, then, since she has a marginally stronger claim to them. Not acknowledging the spacedick. Instead she's going to ask about something less weird.]

What are these?

[...aaaaaaaaaand she's zeroed in on the condoms. Hooray.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[There comes a time in every man's life when he is faced with a choice. Behind one door, there is life. Beyond the other, the abyss.

MAKE YOUR DECISION.]

...

...

Uh. Water balloons.

[See? Just like the ones that were pre-filled by the Benefactors. Isn't that charming?]

[daughterofthemark]

My! And a significant supply of them, at that.

[IS THIS THE REACTION YOU WERE HOPING FOR]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Yeah. [Stop stop JUNPEI STOP oh god he can't stop, this conversation is a runaway train and he's tied to the tracks--] Do you want them?

[daughterofthemark]

If you do not need them...

[HURRY THIS IS YOUR CHANCE YOU CAN DISCOVER THAT YOU NEED THEM]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Unfortunately, he knows that there are more upstairs should the need ever, er, arise. No point holding on to these.]

Go right ahead. Uh, pleasure doing business with you.

[daughterofthemark]

Thank you, Sir Junpei.

[Arianna nods, stashing the underwear and condoms underneath her Christine Junior.

Now it's time to do IMPORTANT THINGS.]

So. Do you have any plans for today?

[misanthropicprinciple]

Plans?

[Besides lying around in bed and cursing past Junpei's constantly terrible decisions?]

Not really, I guess. Why?

[daughterofthemark]

I would suggest you make good use of your free time by developing your skills. Based on the available resources, practicing something like cooking or gardening would be appropriate.

[Okay, now to be subtle...]

Ask Rii-san to help you.

[Nailed it.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Uh. The suggestion strikes him as a little strange, but Arianna's a little strange, he guesses.]

The cooking I get, but why gardening? That's not something I'm likely to need once I get out of here.

[daughterofthemark]

[Oops. She honestly has no good reason for that.]

--one never knows! You are a detective. Perhaps knowledge of plant care will be useful to you in solving a case?

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Arianna, that's ridiculous.]

You make a good point.

[HE ACCEPTS IT?]

I guess I could see if she's out in the garden this afternoon. I'm not really in any shape for strenuous activity, though.

[daughterofthemark]

I'm certain she would be willing to give you a less arduous lesson to compensate. Are you injured?

[Priorities.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[He sighs and gingerly slides forward to rest his head on the table.]

Yeaaah, Nishitani really put me through the wringer today. It hurts to... do anything, really. To move.

[daughterofthemark]

[She looks through the other things she has lying around. One of them said "pain reliever" on it, right?]

What were you doing?

[misanthropicprinciple]

He had me come up to the pink room and proceeded to utterly destroy my ass. I mean, I've been asking him to, but Jesus, the man is relentless.