week 4

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[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.]

Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday



[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!]

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THURSDAY

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[scourgingstars]

[Thursday morning found Ardyn in the dining hall slumped over a table with a cup of coffee and a bottle of water nearby. One would be forgiven for thinking he was either dead or asleep despite any rules for the latter, except when someone drew a little closer there would be a suffering groan of:]

Someone find that bottle and arrange a trial, because I'm going to die.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Oh, how the turn tables. Admittedly, Junpei was worried that Ardyn had somehow killed himself while human doing stupid human things, but once he sees that the once and future king is still breathing, he comes to bring him a cold bottle of Coke as well, placing it softly next to the coffee.]

Here. The sugar'll help, but you should ask Roland for his hangover cure. It's basically miraculous and also doesn't taste like complete shit.

[scourgingstars]

Even the Glacian herself would be overshadowed by your endless mercy.

[or, thank you please kill me]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Yeah, I know. [He has no idea what Ardyn just said.] Have fun yesterday?

[Heh heh heh heh heh heh hehhhhhhhhh.]

[scourgingstars]

What are you talking abou-

[...oh jesus lucian christ]

...I didn't imagine that?!

[misanthropicprinciple]

Imagine what?

[HEH HEH HEH HEH HEHHHHHHHHHH.]

[scourgingstars]

This isn't funny, Junpei, I feel like my head was trampled by a stampede of spiracorns. Spiracorn? Spiracorns.

...What's the plural of 'spiracorn', do you know?

[are you still drunk]

tags ardyn and also tags ardyn

[serrata]

[ ... does she need to make some okayu again... ]

So you managed to survive the night, then? [ watch me regret the FUCK out of this tag tomorrow ] How are you feeling?

[ apart from longing from the cold embrace of death, apparently ]

[scourgingstars]

Like I'm dying constantly every single second I am forced to continue to exist.

[serrata]

... Well, you do still exist, so that's progress, isn't it?

[ this is probably some sort of karmic backlash for the men's sleepover, isn't it ]

I take it you haven't had anything to eat yet?

[scourgingstars]

I still can't cook.

[save him]

[serrata]

[ rip in rest your majesty ]

... Would you like me to make you something? I was just about to make some breakfast anyway and maybe some okayu won't be too hard on your stomach.

[scourgingstars]

Please.

[h e l p]

[plugout]

[ Rhys learned his lesson last time: Don't get goddamn wasted. He's feeling pretty sympathetic toward Ardyn, and he brings out the bottle of aspirin he's gotten used to carrying around. He sets it on the table. ]

You probably need that waaaaaaaay more than I do.

[scourgingstars]

[He sure does.]

...You're a wonderful individual and a hero of the people.

[scuse him while he just takes that]

[plugout]

[ Nice. Rhys adopts a hell of a cocky grin and puts his hands on his hips. He doesn't even realize he's done it. ]

Thank you. Glad someone finally noticed.

[scourgingstars]

You have my sincerest gratitude and permission to punch me directly in the face should you ever see me drinking again, because that would be preferable to this.

[plugout]

Oh, I will definitely do that for you.

[ don't sound so eager, god ]

I-I... I mean, not because I want to punch you in the face! I just, uh. ... Yeah.

[scourgingstars]

[honey.]

Don't worry about it, I get the point.

[serrata]

[ Thursday dawns and with it comes the fact that Yuuri is unfortunately still hauling around Heart's powers. She's got a little more control over it now -- she can usually pretty reliably turn herself back but she's not quite figured out how she can stop the turning in the first place. So rather than risk it happening someplace there's breakables, you'll mostly find Yuuri in the garden and the pool area -- places that are nice and open so she can try and focus on how this back-and-forth transformation works. If you come across her in the morning, you're equally likely to find Yuuri herself or the big giant golden monster. Ho hum.

By the afternoon it looks like she's got enough of a handle on all this to trust herself elsewhere. She's made a quick trip back to her room to see if anything's come up in the dumbwaiter for her and -- well what do you know. It's her uniform! It takes her by surprise to see it again but she goes ahead and changes into it anyway. It's much more comfortable than the other clothes she's got and she feels a bit more herself when she's wearing it.

For the rest of the day, she'll be milling around in the kitchen, prepping some meals in advance for tomorrow, the third floor rest room where she'll be nosing through all those board games and at the bar eventually, where she's sat and flipping through a... drink mixing book? Goodness. ]

[goteachother]

[Things have been fun and better and karaoke was great.... but between Nari and Junpei Queenie's had to come to terms with the fact that her outlook on things may, in fact, be too optimistic.

So she's going to do something about it.

Maybe she can't protect people and maybe she can't do anything to really stop what may or may not be happening. And she hates that she's even let herself think about it. But there's a pattern, even if she doesn't want to admit it, it's there. PAL is feeding on their desperation and pushing harder and harder by the end of the week.

So here she is, late enough that she'd already be in bed if she were back home, little more than an hour left before the kitchen closes for the night...

Making muffins, just in case they need a ready made breakfast in the morning.]

[myocordial]

[Two days into this newest motive and Heart is... doing better than the first day, at least. He's managing. And he even, finally has his own clothes back. He's in his red coat again and all is well.

And now that he's feeling alright enough, he really, really needs to do something about all the junk he's been getting from the dumbwaiter. He's had other concerns than getting rid of it, but it's about time he does. So in the dining room, early in the day, Heart has gathered the stuff that is probably better suited for others on the table. He's sticking around for now, because really, why not.

Later, sometime in the afternoon, Heart can be found in the first floor rest area... sleeping? No, wait. On closer inspection, it seems there's a note on tattoo paper sort of... stuck to him.

I'm perfectly fine, don't be concerned, I'm just practicing.

...At least he was considerate enough to explain the situation? Sort of?]

[goteachother]

[Well if he's napping then he can go on napping and if he isn't maybe he'll notice a Queenie coming in to sit beside him and just relax for a few before she starts on dinner for tonight's date night.

The note gets a confused head tilt but she doesn't say anything. Practicing what she has no idea but... if he feels like talking when he wakes up? Acknowledges her presence? Whichever? She's here, with coffee.

Trying not to let herself pet him.]

dining room

[buddyoldpal]

[ What better time to check out Heart's wares than today. Why, it's safe to say it may actually be Nishitani's lucky day! ]

Shit, is that my earring? Been lookin' everywhere fer that.

[ Is he really gonna just-- no, okay, he'll have a look first, he's not a barbarian. At least it looks clean. ]

Ya get this sent to ya, Heart-kun?