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welcome to the mansion

[The Champions wake up not in a bed, but alone on a plush, velvet seat. Some may recognize the backseat of a limousine, while some may not, but the windows are tinted black inside and out, and there's no chauffeur. All are wearing expensive formalwear, no matter what they thought they were wearing before.

The door opens by an unseen hand and reveals a gravel drive with a red carpet and a lavish fountain. Others are already there, and more limousines continue to pull up afterward. The front doors are locked, and overhead curls a large protective glass dome, keeping the cold void of space at bay, but hey, there's also an unparalleled view of the stars.]

Hey there, Champions, welcome to the IGS Fantasy Sweet. I'm PAL, your onboard maintenance system for this location. Your Overseer will arrive shortly. Please be patient.

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[Oh my this girl looks like she's in trouble. Not that Nari can do much but walk over and look down at her.]

You're either really high or you're in shock. Which one sounds right?

High? [Even as the question left her lips, the knowledge flooded in. Illegal substances producing an altered state of consciousness. Normal.]

No, I'm not... [She shook her head] My legs are just a little weak, that's all.

Shock it is. [There's some hesitation before she kneels down, holding her hands out.] Come on. Let's get your hands warm. That might help a little.

I wouldn't -- [The siren trailed off, gazing at the proffered hands. She doubted it was shock, doubted it was anything more than residual weakness from her imprisonment. But she didn't want to discourage her kindness, and so she quickly clammed up. Her own hands slid out, wrapping her fingers around the woman's.] </small. Thank you.

[Slowly the girl might feel her hands warm up much quicker than they should with normal human body heat. When Nari deems it sufficient, she pulls her hands away.] Better?

[That was... odd. Angel found herself squinting at the hands in hers, lips pressed into a thin, thoughtful line.]

How did you manage to do that?

Do what?

[Innocent look of "I've got no idea what you're talking about" going on now.]

[Dark brows knitted tight together, before ultimately loosening once more. It had to have been a coincidence.]

Nothing. [She shook her head, then flexed her fingers a few times.] Thank you.

If you say so. [Some things you might be better off not knowing about.] Need help getting up?

Maybe... Maybe just a little. [Once more she reached for the woman's hands.]

Sorry to inconvenience you.

Why? I can't let a cute girl just suffer on her own out here. [Just going to take Angel's hands and use her own body as leverage to pull her up.] Careful now.

[Cute... girl? A sharp, tingling warmth crept over Angel's cheeks. No one had ever said that to her before.]

That's... [She shook her head, distracting herself by working her way to her feet. She wobbled a few times, but ultimately kept steady.]

Thank you. [Angel wasn't going to distinguish just what she was thanking the woman for.] Angel, by the way.

[She calls them like she sees them. Cute girls are cute girls.

Good. Angel could stand on her own.] No problem. I'm Nari Reno. Nari is just fine.

[She's like a computer, okay Nari. And this does not compute.]

It is wonderful to meet you, Nari. Thank you for your kindness.

[Modern science has made Siri. Angel will learn in time how to accept that she's cute, just like Siri.]

Whoa. You're super polite!

Is that... not normal? [Didn't most parents raise their kids to be polite. The outside world is scary and she's confused...]

Politeness is a rare trait where I'm from. Especially your level of it.

It sounds like a rather unfortunate place, then. [It... also sounded a lot like where she was from. Or at least where she spent most of her time.]

Eh, we got our pockets of politeness. Here and there. It's not all assholes.

I was always taught to be well-mannered. I figured most parents insisted on that. [Of course, most parents didn't keep you locked away for most of your life but. Hey.]

Parents who have no time for their kids just want them to grow up as well as they can. Then there's parents who don't care. So many other family dynamics, too. It takes all types.

I see...

[Maybe she should count herself lucky, having the father she did. At least he was there, caring for her and putting well-being first. Then again, hadn't he said as much to her on a number of occasions?]

[She shouldn't have doubted him, it seems.]

My parents taught me manners, but only because my attitude reflected on them. That's what happens when you have an important parent that needs to impress people.

[Dad being a well known doctor makes life hard.]

That... That I understand.

[Her father wasn't important yet, but every little impression counted. Especially if he hoped to be affiliated with the Guardian Angel.]

It sucks, doesn't it. That's why I'm glad I'm going to college. No need to impress anyone there since no one knows my parents there.

[It'll be nice and peaceful.]

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