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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kitchen

[nojohnyouare]

[Food! Mai comes up and looks at the stack of pancakes.]

Is that all for you?

[plugout]

[ Man... he still can't believe there are kids here. What the hell. ]

I wish I could eat that many because that'd be on my way to a record-- [ and recognition for... eating pancakes... or something. It sounded better in his head. ] --b-but, nah, they're for everyone.

[nojohnyouare]

I had Takumi's soup already. [...but she takes some anyway.] This looks good.

[plugout]

They're way better than good. They're awesome.

[ They, in fact, are not awesome. They taste fine, but nothing to write home about! ]

[nojohnyouare]

...Thank you. Everyone's cooking now. Right?

[plugout]

I wouldn't really know. [ He shrugs. ] I've been dealing with some other stuff.

[nojohnyouare]

...Secret?

[Because, y'know. Yesterday.]

[plugout]

More like trying to figure out what's up with this place.

[nojohnyouare]

The amnesia theory. Do you believe it?

[plugout]

[ For a while, he doesn't say anything. Honestly, all signs point to the theory being right. All the aches and pains he'd had upon waking up in that car? ]

... Yeah, actually. It sounds totally insane, but it definitely holds water.

[nojohnyouare]

...[nod] I also have scars. And discrepancies.

...That means my birthday isn't tomorrow.

[plugout]

Discrepancies-- your profile?

[ It's a running theme, at least. ]

Uh... sorry about that?

[nojohnyouare]

[She gives a small nod, but doesn't change her expression.]

It's fine. What about your profile?

[plugout]

Maybe... half of it is fine. My age isn't different or anything, but some of the dislikes are weird.

[nojohnyouare]

[nods again] As different as Ardyn's?

[plugout]

I guess so? It's different enough that it makes me wonder just... how much I'm not remembering.

[ ... ]

Or someone's just really determined to screw with all of us.

[nojohnyouare]

I don't understand it. Drugs, like he says, maybe.

[plugout]

Maybe. But, uh, that would take a lot of drugs. A lot.

[nojohnyouare]

Do you know about that?

[She has no clue.]

[plugout]

K....ind of? I know enough from hearing stories back home. There are, heh... some seriously potent drugs back home.

[ STOP ]

[nojohnyouare]

[She levels a serious look at him.]

Don't get killed.

[slowly. eats her pancakes.]

[plugout]

[ haha what ]

I'm not gonna get killed!

[nojohnyouare]

It's dangerous here. So don't.

[also, drugs are bad. :|]

[plugout]

[ He's being lectured by a kid. Which is appropriate, because Rhys is also actually a child. ]

I'm not gonna-- Why do you keep thinking that?!

[nojohnyouare]

Not just you. Anyone could be hurt here.