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Week 2
[Other than the reappearance of the Overseer, there's no real change in the routine. 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.
No other floors unlock, but Cece and Kip will still be appearing randomly to chit-chat.
All you know is... something has to change soon.]
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[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your AC for week 1 and submit your threads for the Benefactors!]
No other floors unlock, but Cece and Kip will still be appearing randomly to chit-chat.
All you know is... something has to change soon.]
[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your AC for week 1 and submit your threads for the Benefactors!]
Wednesday
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She can't help scribbling little shapes everywhere she goes, though: rings of concentric circles and teardrops, black and white and shaded. It's a logo, of course, but the nazar is a sign against evil too. She doesn't have the one Danielle gave her, so these will have to do. She draws in the books in the kitchen as she plans out lunch, and draws more later on through the tattoo parlor's flash guides. She stretches one arm out, practicing designs on herself, trying to find the perfect size and shape.]
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[says the person going around in a pink kimono eating Bearies out of the box]
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Kitchen
Hey. So are you- ...are you writing in them?!
[Paper might not be nearly the rarity here that it is back home. But instincts die hard, and at least for the moment, Finn is completely scandalized.]
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...Um. About yesterday. I-I'm sorry I... I yelled at you. I shouldn't have... I-It wasn't something you deserved.
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[As much as he'd insisted on not going anywhere alone, Ardyn elected to patrol the entire floor briefly in the morning. Once he was sure no corpses or anyone otherwise in peril was going to present itself, he ended up in the dining room; that would be the easiest place to encounter most of the others and make sure they were doing well enough. So he waited at a table off to the side, sitting with his back to a wall and turning a silver coin over and over in his hand.]
[And sitting on the table nearby was...well, whatever this thing was.]
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But he saw the Thing on the table so he's just... he's sorry, he's Got To Ask, chum. ]
... The hell is that thing?
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He spots Ardyn and approaches him. I mean, why the fuck not. ]
Hey, pops. Ya got any hidden musical talent?
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[ squint.
good day, Ardyn, have a Rii who looks like she slept upside down in a bush. not that she can be blamed for that considering the current state of things. ]
Does... does it have a mouth?
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And then there's a scream from room 1.
Clarith is curled up in the corner when anyone arrives, trying to hide her very red face. Because what the fuck. That sure is a thing.
Later on, she'll be in the kitchen making lunch. She's wearing the clothes she just got, too, which seem perfect for her build. She'd told Queenie she'd make lunches, so here she is. Making lunch. She's... Actually making sausages. By hand.
When this is done, she's going to be found in the pool again, this time curled up in the hot tub. She's at least in her swimsuit, so her scars are only visible if you're paying attention. But she seems to be... Relaxing, or trying to. ]
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Dame Clarith?!
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[Says the girl who is way too dressed up for this.]
Food?
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He seems to be doing it with some gusto, though he's avoiding the areas Nari was in, his area is coming along all right, and he seems to not mind getting his hands dirty.
After that, sometime around noon, he can be found getting things from the dumbwaiter and looking at what all he got, raising a brow and checking it out on the table in the kitchen. He'll offer the blanket to anyone who needs one, first come first serve, but he seems to be heavily considering the tea he got, if you want that.
He's keeping the painkillers, though. And... yes, sorry, he is shirtless today, wearing only the bottom half of those fancy pants. But no point getting a shirt dirty if you're gardening. The numerous scars on his body are visible and on display, though: it looks like literal giant bite marks all over his sides where teeth had been, on top of the usual claw marks and what-not. This is a man who is VERY dinged-up, god damn. ]
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What are you doing?
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shirtless Roland? Nishitani is there
Nishitani saunters on over to the kitchen and turns his chair around so the back is facing forward and his legs are spread out. He's wearing the same suit as usual, but man. He kinda wants to hide Roland's shirt forever now. ]
Forget Rule 7, pal. There oughta be a Rule 10 that keeps ya from puttin' a shirt on!
[ He grins, tossing a few of the weird things he got on the table. (Minus the trumpet, anyway, that thing is too big to lug around.) He pockets the cigarettes and opens up the potato chips, munching them down. ]
So, ya get anythin' good?
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She ends up spending most of the day in the tattoo parlor drawing at one of the tables, keeping her mind off the chaos. On one hand she wants to cling to the people close to her, on the other she doesn't want to be annoying. She's hardly the only one that's got the urge to stress bake so she will make do with eating chocolates and designing dresses.
As per usual it's not hard to catch her in kitchen at all hours refreshing the coffee pot or her own mug.]
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More like eat my entire ass... [ he mutters to himself. Okay. But as much of a jerk as Rhys is, he doesn't want to see anyone die. Sure, he might not even like some of the other Champions, and he hasn't spoken to a few, but... murder? No way. ]
Damnit.
[ Frustrated, Rhys goes on to see if there's anything left for him. And sure enough it's... it's a lot. ]
Oh my god. Why.
[ ... Suffice to say he is in the dining room for most of the day, but he ducks into the kitchen every so often to get something to eat. Look, there's a sign that says PLEASE GET THIS AWAY FROM ME. On it is... pretty much everything, honestly. He didn't even see if there was anything he wanted. He had just gotten so flustered he needed that stuff away from his body forever. ]
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First things first: Around lunchtime, he's in the dining room, manually blowing up an inflatable rubber pool. When that's set up on one of the small tables, he fills it with everything listed under JUNK and UNDERWEAR and hangs a folded paper note on the lip of the pool.]
Take what's yours or anything you want. First come, first served.
Available upon request/for trade:
- Snack cakes
- Hot chocolate
- Energy drink
- Athletic wrap
- Cloth bandages
- Candle that smells like grandma
T. Junpei
[For those interested in that sort of thing, Junpei's handwriting is on the smallish side, but surprisingly legible. There's something schoolboyish about it, really. Very proper printing.
Come the afternoon, he's got more notes, but these are going everywhere.]
Bring your booze, snacks, and any stupid crap you got today.
NO GIRLS ALLOWED.
[He leaves some in the dining room, the kitchen, the foyer... he'll hand one directly to any guy he sees, too, and makes sure one's right at the entrance to the rest area.]
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BOYZ N THE HOOD, ROLL UP
He's brought glasses, plates, and some easy snacks like popcorn--thanks for the idea, Iron Man--to the rest area. Hang out, take a load off, get blasted.
Junpei himself brought some key lime vodka, but is drinking at a much more moderate pace this evening, and as such, is nowhere near Panty Claus levels of drunk. Perhaps it's because he's got something else to keep him occupied this time.]
Anyone up for a round of cards?
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knock knock there's something at the door
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late late, let's just say this is before sparkle-tan
He was totally here the whole time and I totally wasn't late (dance_okok)
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Early in the day he can be found in the fluffy room with what looks like a small colorful cannon. He's fiddling with it, figuring out it's mechanisms- though thankfully it's unloaded, because it occasionally clicks and jumps like it'd fire otherwise. When it does Takumi nods and writes something down before going back to work.
In the afternoon he can be found on one of the garden benches, reading a book. And not one of the cookbooks for once! It's a lovingly used survival guide, apparently. Either way, he looks so earnestly happy it might be hard to interrupt him.
At dinner he has a small sign next to him while he eats:] Looking for supplies for the household as a whole- interested in spare food and medication. Willing to haggle services.
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When he finds his shit in the dumbwaiter, he can absolutely be found in the foyer, shooting nerf darts at people. (And missing, every time. Every. single. time. He doesn't look like he cares much though.) Looks like he's having a good time. Maybe ruin it by asking 'hey what the fuck about that thing you did yesterday'.
Before the boys-only-sleepover, he's...spending some time staring into one of the cameras in the tattoo parlor, if only because he can get up on the chair and get a better view. And paper's more available there. Looks like he's made a few signs asking for help and giving a few speculations as to their condition. In case the cameras are up, and in case the microphones are down. Please tell him to get down.]
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comic books why you like this
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A little later, he's over in the kitchen, going through those cookbooks. The romantic nature of them doesn't seem to bother him, though he's not actually making anything, or even preparing for it, so who knows what's up with that.]
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Other times, she found herself in the garden, fiddling idly with blossoms and staring up at where the sky used to be. It might have been easier to get through the night, if she could continue to map out the heavens. As it was, boredom and exhaustion eventually overtook her, and she found herself drifting off in the grass.
The shock her PIP delivered was enough to draw a panicked yelp from the girl, as well as an angry flash of her tattoos. The rest of her night was spent keeping herself awake by shuffling around the outer areas, trying to stay awake and keep clear of her PIP's angry wrath.
Sometime after the others began to rouse themselves, Angel shuffled back inside and toward her room. The odd package was retrieved from her room, as well as a fresh change of clothes. Once satisfied, she moved into the rest area. She was still wary of being around others, but at least the technological influence was minimal in this particular room.
After settling in, Angel tore into her package, pulling out the delivered goods. Most of it was frowned at (especially the pillowcase and underwear), but two items were set aside. The plushie, in the shape of a very elegant, dual-horned unicorn. was kept tucked at Angel's side, while the collar was twisted in her hands.
Somehow, the band of cold metal felt wrong. It evoked an odd, churning sensation within her stomach. And yet, as she slipped it onto her wrist in order to tear further into her package, Angel realized that the omni-present glowing on her left side seemed to stop.
It took a good few minutes of warring with herself, weighing her constant discomfort with her tattoos compared to the uneasiness invoked by the presence of her tattoos. Eventually, the latter won out, and she carefully clipped the unforgiving collar around her neck. The effect was immediate -- the flickering of her wings and the lights above dissipating almost instantly. Though Angel herself still felt uncomfortable thanks to the collar's presence, she could at least relax in the slightest.
Some of that relaxation would pay off in the form of her laying down and curling up with the new plushie. If undisturbed, Angel might just drift off to sleep.]
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WORST BIRTHDAY EVER
His surprise is a little less pleasant though when he picks up the bullet shaped object. He's not... quite sure what it is? It looks familiar but he just can't put his finger on it. Until he twists the top anyway.
If you're his room mate (or a bathroom sharing neighbor) you might see/hear him shriek and drop the bullet in shock the instant it starts vibrating. ]
WHAT THE FUCK?!
[ HE KNOWS WHAT THIS IS NOW. HE'S SEEN ENOUGH PORN TO KNOW WHAT IT IS.
WHAT THE GOSH DARN DIDDLY HECK WHY WAS THIS GIVEN TO HIM??? ]
[ After that incident is over and he's heard about boy's night, he can be found in the kitchen (dressed in his new clothes to boot). This time he's boiling some edamame he found. He's never done it before but... it's just boiling and then salt and pepper right? It can't be that hard.
There's some already done and cooling off in a bowl, as well as another plate of omurice. This time though the omurice actually has the right form. Sure it still looks a little amateurish (the egg layer has ripped in a few places) but it's definitely an improvement over the mess from Monday. The ketchup on top is even a heart this time instead of a smiley face.
If you approach the food he'll speak up. ]
Don't touch that.
[ When he's finished there he can be found again, hanging out in the garden holding that plate of omurice from before. Specifically, he's hanging around the door to the "guest house" (or what he assumes must be the guest house??) occasionally knocking on it. ]
Cece-san? ...Kip-san? Are you there?
[ COME ON GUYS, HE BROUGHT FOOD....... ]
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garden and let's assume this is after cute chocolate making
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