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]

Comments

dining room

[marvelously]

Are the potatoes alive? [she is so concerned about you, junpei, and she thinks animals can talk.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

If they are, would eating them count as murder? But I guess you caught me, so I don't get to go free. Shucks.

[marvelously]

I don't think they would count. The potatoes aren't Champions. Unless... [Wait. Why is she legitimately considering this?]


Champion of Starch?

[misanthropicprinciple]

Champion Pro-tuber-ance.

[Oh no. Why is this happening.]

[marvelously]

Oh! I get it! That was an excellent one.

[misanthropicprinciple]

...Thanks?

[Kid, what's up with you.]

Mary, right?

[marvelously]

[ a lot of things. where to start? ]

That's right. Mary Batson. I'm awful sorry I interrupted your meal.

[misanthropicprinciple]

It's fine. They weren't talking anyway. A month in solitary ought to soften them up. ...Also, now they're cold and I don't want them anymore.

[He pushes the plate away with a heavy sigh.]

[marvelously]

[this is sarcasm, right? her teammates taught her about this kind of thing, though she's still not 100% sure how to take it.]

I don't think you should eat potatoes after a month.

[misanthropicprinciple]

You're very... literal, aren't you.

[Excellent deduction, detective.]

[marvelously]

I can read, yes.

[Shes grinning at him now. That one was a joke.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Snrk.]

Okay, I deserved that one.

[At least most of the people here seem to have a sense of humor.]

You probably read my profile by now, but, hey. I'm Junpei.

[No way is he going to make a girl named "Mary Batson" try to pronounce "Tenmyouji."]

[marvelously]

I did, but I know those profiles shouldn't be taken too seriously.

It's nice to meet you, even if it's happening post-kidnapping.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Right. Yours lists you as... a superheroine for hire?

[marvelously]

[Cue the most awkward laughter]

And that's just ridiculous, isn't it?

[misanthropicprinciple]

Well, I wasn't aware the costumed vigilante gig came with wages. Happen to know if the pay's competitive?

[marvelously]

You don't really do it for the money.

[misanthropicprinciple]

What, do people hire for free now? Is it like an unpaid internship, because, girl. No experience is fucking worth that shit.

[marvelously]

If someone has a gift, they should share it, right? The money's just a bonus!

[misanthropicprinciple]

Said like someone who's never had to pay her own water bill.

[Well, Junpei, maybe if you didn't sleep under the shower...]

[marvelously]

You don't have to be rude about it.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Hit the nail on the head, did I? That's got to be why so many superheroes are either teenagers or independently wealthy.

[marvelously]

...I actually can't argue any of that.

[misanthropicprinciple]

So, are you? A superheroine.

[marvelously]

No. I'm just a normal girl. [...Its not a lie, right now.]