week 1

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Week 1

[With the introduction to the relationship experiment and their overseeing hosts done with, the Champions are left to their own devices to explore the first floor of the mansion as they please. Cece and Kip will pop-up every once in a while to chit-chat but for the most part they're somewhere inaccessible.

Each morning the Champions are awakened promptly at 7 am by PAL's even, almost laid back voice announcing the time and each evening at 10 pm to announce when the kitchen is closing for the night. Unlike the Overseers, he doesn't seem to be one much for conversation.

Enjoy your week, Champions.]

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[ooc: welcome to week 1, everyone! This first week is a peace week which means there will be no murder this weekend! Feel free to start submitting threads for the benefactors]

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rest area

[plugout]

[ In familiarizing himself with the place, Rhys has found himself here, of all places. It's quieter in here, and he can deal with the headache that's slowly starting to form. And then-- ]

Oh. Hey.

[ It's someone he hasn't spoken to! But that's about par for the course right now. Rhys hasn't spoken to quite a few people, actually. So... maybe let's change that?

Oh, man. He's buying into the whole spiel Kip gave, isn't he. ]

[goteachother]

[She looks up from where she's reading about some sort of fancy Italian dish, already smiling. Then she glances down and tsks softly.]

Ah-uh shoes off! [But it's cheerful and playful and she's rolling from her sprawl up to sit cross-legged, reaching out to offer her bowl of grapes.]

Grapes? They're real fresh. I was pretty surprised.

[plugout]

Shoes-- oh, right.

[ Well, he doesn't argue with her. Rhys slips his shoes off, then goes over to sit across from her. ]

Yeah, sure. [ He takes a grape and pops it into his mouth. ] Whoa. Up on Helios we don't have fruit this fresh.

[goteachother]

[The entire room is covered in cushions. If she had her wand she wouldn't care. She doesn't. So please don't make a mess of the place, Rhys.]

Don't think I've ever had any this fresh neither. [New York is not a exactly grape friendly climate.]

Helios? Where's that, honey?

[plugout]

[ The only thing he makes a mess of is his life. It's fine.

Anyway, he has to keep reminding himself that, weirdly enough, not a lot of people have heard of Hyperion or Helios. It's so... strange, meeting a bunch of people who have no idea what they are. ]

It's... a space station, right above Pandora. [ A beat. ] Pandora's a planet where I come from. I mean-- I don't come from Pandora, it's just-- just there. Being terrible.

[ stop talking. ]

[goteachother]

[She has very little concept of what a space station is. But apparently it's big enough for people to live on it and, logically, has to exist in space.

Or maybe it's a station that changes space, like an undetectable extension charm. Tricky bit of transfiguration, that. But if this Pandora is another planet.]

You mean ta say you ain' from Earth?

[plugout]

Nah, that's in another galaxy. There are a lot of planets in mine, but not Earth.

[goteachother]

You- [ She's just going to splutter for a moment

What?

WHAT?!

And here she is fussing about the ICW.]

Really?

[plugout]

Yeah, really! I mean, you could probably definitely travel to other galaxies, but... I've never had the time or money. Or even wanted to.

[goteachother]

That's so exciting! [Morgana's grace you can go to different planets and you've never traveled?! Rhys whyyyyyyyy?!?]

What do you do? Somethin important? [If it keeps him from traveling it must be.]

[plugout]

Traveling's pretty cool, yeah, but working for a major corporation-- [ he emphasizes those two words with a very important tone ] --is pre-tty exciting, too.

Right now I'm just a middle manager, but I've got important stuff lined up. In-- in the future, anyway.

[goteachother]

You're a business man, honey? [She beams at him, completely earnestly charmed by the fact that he's some sort of manager.]

That sounds great! I'm just a secretary and for a whole department at that. Gosh it'd be great to get a gig just... workin for the big cheese at some fancy company. [Or for one of the directors.]

[plugout]

Yeah, that's right. I have for a while now, since I got out of college. It's a pretty big deal, working my way up the way I have.

[ Deflate your head a little, Rhys. But, anyway, he's starting to really like Queenie. She listens to him and doesn't make fun of him! ]

Hey, that's still a good job, right? Don't sell yourself short.

[goteachother]

Yeah? You went to college!? [Well now she's even more impressed 'cause golly only really swanky people go to college.]

Naw, I like my job. I just ain't out there changing the world. Gonna leave that to my sister.

[plugout]

Yep, I sure did. That's how I really got into hacking, and how I became pretty much one of the best at it.

[ He nods, though. ]

So, I mean, as long as you're happy, it's good.

[ Like... he can't imagine not being Super Influential, but Queenie seems to be content with it. ]

[goteachother]

[It's one of her flaws, she doesn't have an ambitious bone in her body.]

Yeah. I like what I do. Sounds like you got all sorts of big plans though.

Hope all of this doesn't ball it up for you.

[plugout]

[ Luckily, Rhys is ambitious enough for both of them. It works out. ]

Huge plans. Like, massive ones. [ A grin. Boy, does he sound proud. ] If it does, I'm just gonna have to work a little harder. That's all.

[ "Work"--meaning blackmail, maybe some money changing hands... ]

[goteachother]

Always gotta follow your dreams, right?

[She's legitimately so happy for him having goals and all that jazz. She's best at supporting people to their goals, yes.]

[plugout]

Yeah. Gotta make sure they become reality.

[ Aw, he really likes Queenie already! ]

But, uh, gotta be honest... I didn't think I'd be talking about stuff like dreams here. In-- in a place like this.

[goteachother]

Just... think of it as a change of scenery? Tryin to look on the bright side here and there's no reason to think you won't be able to keep doin what you wanna do as soon as we get outta here.

[She likes you too, Rhys. Though, to be fair, Queenie likes most people. Especially handsome fellas.]