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week 4
[Just like the previous week the status quo is restored with frighteningly quick efficiency. 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. Even the glass roses Choromatsu and Takumi broke after the trial in their fit of anger have been replaced with fresh ones. All signs that there was anything amiss this weekend are completely gone.
There's a new floor to explore, their "reward" for a job well done.]
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[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your AC for week 3, submit your memory regains and put in your threads for the Benefactors!]
There's a new floor to explore, their "reward" for a job well done.]
[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your AC for week 3, submit your memory regains and put in your threads for the Benefactors!]
WEDNESDAY
KARAOKE-OFF
We need a fun activity to ignore all the dumb bullshit around us!
Come to the karaoke bar and loosen up those vocal cords!
There isn't even really any set up that needs doing. The booze is already there at the bar, the karaoke machine is already warmed up, and the stripper poles are freshly waxed. Church looks...exhausted, to be honest, but this is him, stepping the fuck up, and he's going to be a grinning fool despite it.
When enough people have gathered/have alcoholic beverages in hand, he picks up one of the mics.]
Hey guys! Glad you could make it. I know we're in the middle of a tough and confusing time here, but we can't let ourselves get worked up this whole time, so, in spite of everything PAL wants to throw at us, we're gonna have a good time or die trying!
...Without the dying part! [good? save?] Everyone's gonna get a turn to come up here and give us a song. And I mean everyone, you hear? Half the fun is everyone singing along or laughing along, no hard feelings involved. Can't sing? Get the fuck up here anyway. I'll start us off with a little ditty I think some of you are going to know very well... Maestro, if you please?
[There is no maestro, there's just him picking the song from the machine. The song is always a welcome sight at karaoke. Please feel free to sing along with him. And try to falsetto That Note. He'll even take a bow when he's done. You're welcome, Fantasy Sweet.]
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[The glass in his hand, partially empty nearby bottle marked 'Gralean Firagaball' and suspicious smell of cinnamon may have had a little to do with all of that. Not a lot, but it was very likely a contributing factor.]
[Eventually, he did step up to the microphone himself; inebriated or not, it turned out his voice lent itself startlingly well to singing.
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this is the closest i have to a clapping icon
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When it's his turn to sing, though, he chooses a classic that came out just a week after his fourth birthday. And when he sings--at a pitch actually accessible to human beings, god damn, Miku--it's the closest he comes to real feeling all day; and if that feeling is yearning and bitterness, well, who can really blame him?
He leans into each mou ikkai especially, eyes closed so that, for a moment, Junpei's somewhere other than a locked game in the far reaches of space.]
One more time, one more time.
"I'll roll today too."
The girl says, the girl says
While playing on words with a smile!
[He's actually got a pretty nice voice. Yeah, we're surprised, too.]
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So after this get together, he will spend the night doing the same thing.
But for now he is here to be with everyone and try to have some fun. One problem:]
I don't know ANY of these songs...
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So eventually she gets up on the stage, still wearing her ridiculous saloon girl outfit which displays Angel's tattoos vibrantly on her arm. She doesn't have access to her magic but without her real wand she wouldn't be able to do anything fun anyway. What she does have, is Angel's illusions. It's more digital, oddly pixelated, but there's swirls of color and light that accompany the stresses of the song. Gold and glittering freedom.
Magic is not the only thing Queenie believes needs conviction. Clearly she believes the same about music.]
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I don't want to die without wounds~ ♪
The solitary snow piles up on the ground~ ♫
Is this fate? Then I'll try~ ♪
To vanish without ever knowing...~ ♫
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There... that wasn't too bad, was it?
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Once she's had a few shots of said flaming alcohol (among other things), she steps up to the mic.]
I've been standing at the edge of the water
'Long as I can remember, never really knowing why
I wish I could be the perfect daughter
But I come back to the water, no matter how hard I try
[She stumbles over a few words, either due to her tipsiness or just not being familiar with the song, and her voice isn't the best among them but at least she looks like she's having a good time.]
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And, of course, at some point he's going to get up in front of the mic and treat everyone to a taste of that sweet voice of his.]
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But by afternoon he's up, and in the dinning hall with his new dumbwaiter gifts. One which is so big it makes it hard to notice even the dumb tuxedo speedo he is glaring at. Said huge thing is a massive stuffed bird about the size of the Christine Jrs. It looks very very soft and good for laying on.
After the karaoke party though, Takumi is back at it- only now he is rearmed. Anyone out late at night might hear a heavy 'crack-thunk' like a tiny localized thunder clap coming from the second floor hallway, and if they go to investigate they might just see Takumi with a long bronze and white bow drawn, lit by soft green light. He is aiming at... something. Something almost impossible to see until he let's the shot go, and with another crack the 'demon' he had been tracking goes up in sparkles, leaving nothing behind but a...
oversized nerf dart?]
Hallway
[Junpei comes around the corner to pick up and inspect the Nerf dart, turning it over in his hands. After a moment, he offers it back to Takumi.]
Kawasumi's powers, huh?
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[oh my gods.]
Is that a stuffed chocobo?
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Are these yours?
[............. is that a giant stuffed bird....?]
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[ IT SURE DOESN'T LOOK LIKE A BIRD ]
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When she finally did manage to get him under control, Angel made her way up to the third floor rest area. With the drone seated next to her, she began fiddling with something new -- a synthetic mask. The way her fingers ghosted over the surface might make someone think that there's a certain fondness for... whatever it is.
Of course, every now and again, Angel lifted the mask to her face, much to the irritation of the robot. The result was another set of screams.
Finally, later in the evening, just before the karaoke-off was set to begin, Angel shuffled into the dining room with a collection of goods received from the benefactors. While they would be left there alone for most of the evening, for the time being, Angel stuck near the display. She sat in a chair nearby, cuddling a stuffed rabbit to her chest, while her new drone hovered around her shoulders.]
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He moves over to it immediately, before looking up at Angel.]
You just received this today?
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Dining room
She's about to ask Angel when she sees what Angel is holding. Her face goes white and a small whimper escapes.]
....... Alice?
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He drifts back inside come late afternoon to hawk his wares in the dining room. Junk and ??? items are generally available for free, underwear will be left in the inflatable pool for people to pick up discreetly, and all consumable goods are haggle-able. As Junpei minds his little store, he might pick up the otamatone to try to figure out how to play simple tunes like "Mary Had a Little Lamb" or start playing with the pack of cards.]
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[He watched Junpei warp around leaving gradually dissipating trails of magenta crisscrossing around the garden, an oddly sincere smile on his face. There was something very nostalgic to this--for just a moment Ardyn was back in an Insomnia long past, teaching his little brother to warp from the courtyard to the Citadel's steps.]
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ran out of MPfinally stopped under a tree, Ardyn walked over and sat down next to him with a pigeon settled on his shoulder.]You've taken to that quickly. Usually it's far easier to warp after a blade stuck in a wall or the ground, but you seem to be having less and less trouble with the midair variant.
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He's going to try and act very normal. He's also a shitty liar, so, that doesn't work out for him so well. Still, he's gonna pick through the junk.]
I'm from your relative future, and even I don't understand how those things work. [But otamatones are definitely one of the most annoying things ever invented. He's sure of it.]
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garden
So Heart isn't really expecting to find much here. He certainly isn't expecting the sudden movement of the knife and the sudden warping--
It wouldn't be a big deal, but it catches him off guard. And he jumps. Well. Part of him does, while his body falls to the ground.]
...Oh, not again.
[Heart just sighs as his "ghost" is once again out of his body.]
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I have waited for when this would be the most funny and somehow Junpei being deadpan feels right
Good afternoon, Junpei.
[ She looks like a real nun now, Junpei! But she'll look over his wares and... Pause at the underwear. And then go pale. Oh gods, did he seriously...? She'll pick up the very simply, medieval underwear (ONE OF THEM WHY ARE THERE TWO) and stare. ]
...How long have you had this...?
She has HIS UNDERWEAR TOO does she even know what it is
No she thought they were just a weird pile of cloth
Well. They are.
She's never going to figure out they're underwear
Junpei is just never going to have more than one set of boxers
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