Week 2

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[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!]

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knock knock there's something at the door

[airlockedmods]

[And it's invisible

During the night when everyone is properly shitfaced, something knocks over one of the few remaining bottles of booze, spilling liquor all over the comfortable floor.]

[scourgingstars]

['everyone', huh]

[that's what you think, because someone apparently is immune to processing alcohol and also immediately on guard. He picked up that bottle before it could spill literally everything (gods forbid we just waste that, right), and looked around to figure out what could have knocked it over.]

[...Maybe he's holding the neck of it just a little too tightly, but if he has to break it over something's head he absolutely might.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Junpei rolls to his feet, too, and although he's significantly more impaired than Ardyn, he's got... ah, he's got someone's discarded pants from strip poker. He hangs low, watching Ardyn for a signal, 'cause like hell does he trust his own senses right now.]

[airlockedmods]

[There's a strange distortion in the air near where the bottle was. For anyone not stone cold sober, the assumption would be that their vision was starting to swim, is how subtle it is.]

[scourgingstars]

...Does anyone else see that?

[Beat.]

Anyone not at the mercy of their ruined liver.

[cameupshort]

See what?

[He's. He's totally got this, despite being down to his military-issued underwear due to having almost no idea how to play poker.]

[scourgingstars]

...Please find your pants. And when I say that, I mean 'get your pants back from Junpei because those aren't a weapon'.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Hissed:] You never know when you're gonna need a pair of pants!

[myocordial]

I don't think I'm capa-- I don't--

[give him a sec he's never been drunk before]

Don't think I can ruin mine.

[he contributed.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Heart... Heart, uh... you should lie down, buddy.

[Don't mix your electronics and your liquids, boys and girls.]

[tacomeme]

[Guess who was mostly passed out when all this started? This guy. He wakes up, sees the chaos...

And starts moaning in distress. Guess who is also utterly terrified of ghosts]

Nooooo...

[He's gonna hide his face behind his cat pillow and try not to bolt, trembling]

[cameupshort]

[So not long after the ghost has vanished and Falcon's managed to find his feet -and actually get his pants on- he'll stumble over to Takumi.]

No, no, it- nooooo, Taku. Taku. It's fine, it's fiiiine. It's gone, kinda exploded.

[Have an awkward, sticky-with-Coke hug, Taco.]

It's fine, it's fine. We're not- not gonna let it take your pants.

[tacomeme]

I-it's dead?

[he clings back with no shame]

I hate this place... wanna go home...

[cameupshort]

Iiiit's not here anymore? Might be dead.

[He pats Takumi's back. Be comforted, sad angry pineapple man.]

Yeah, this- this place isn't good anymore. 'Cept for you guys.

[tacomeme]

[He hides his head against Finn's shoulder and nods]

Everyone's... real nice.

...

We're all gonna die in here. And be trapped ghosts too...

[motherfucking_ghost]

Hey--heyheyhey! HEY GUYS!

[Church, half-naked and sparkly, waves his hands for attention.]

Is everyone okay? 's everyone all right? Finn? Arb--Ardyn! Ardyn is your leg okay?

I jus' wanna say...I wanna say that it's an honor fighting with you all. We are Blue Team, we are boy team! We're mighty! We fought a tangible ghost and came out on top! I'm proud of you. Proud of you guys. C'mere. C'meeeeere, group hug.

[myocordial]

...Why Blue?

[Yes that's the important part.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Because that's my team back home! I'm sorry that you're red, Heart. Nobody's perfect. You're honorary Blue.

[myocordial]

...Thank you? I think. [It feels like the thing to say.] I guess blue is nice.

...I'm more yellow than red now anyway, I guess. Until I get my coat back.

[motherfucking_ghost]

That's okay! I don't judge. I mean I do, I really really do, but not about that. Yellow's...yellow's kind of red? But semantics!

[plugout]

[ This is definitely not late, and Rhys has definitely been here the whole time, so he's. He's pretty. He's absolutely drunk, alright. He's watched this whole thing with a sort of mild interest. ]

Holy-- holy friggin' crap, that was--

[ Oh my god, he's talking like Handsome Jack. ]

Good-- good job, k-kiddos! [ This is the worst thing that could happen. ] We defeated the bandit! Fuck yeah!

[ Complete with a fistpump into the air.

dear god. ]

[scourgingstars]

'Bandit' is not the word I would use.

[he's absolutely certain it will do nothing, but ardyn's throwing back another drink anyway in the vain hope he might be wrong.]

But I also fail to come up with what I would call it.

[plugout]

No-- no, 's'a bandit. S'all... bandity...

[ He looks at Ardyn with a straight face and grips his shoulder, nodding sagely. ]

I know these things.

[scourgingstars]

[Ardyn shrugged off Rhys' hand, sighing.]

Of course you do. How foolish of me to question it.

[plugout]

Yeah. Yeah that's-- I know everything. 'Cause-- 'cause I've seen things. Good... good men taken out... during their lunchbreaks...

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