Week 3

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[It takes a disturbingly short amount of time for the status quo to be restored. 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.

There's a new floor to explore, a perverse reward for a trial well done.]

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[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your AC for week 2 and submit your threads for the Benefactors!]

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[misanthropicprinciple]

What do you mean?

[brokencode]

He... knows my father. Knows of him, at least.

[misanthropicprinciple]

But you two know him... in very different ways, I take it.

[brokencode]

From what Rhys told me, he... became the head of our corporation... So yes, very different.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Sounds like he got what he wanted.

[He's watching Angel's face carefully to see what she thinks of that.]

[brokencode]

It... would seem that is the case.

[Angel certainly looked thoughtful, perhaps even bordering on troubled, at the thought. It meant their plan had been a success, right down to it boosting him up into the upper echelons of Hyperion. Rhys had no reason to know who she was, or where she wound up, but it still troubled her that she hadn't come up at all.

His success was supposed to mean her freedom...]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Junpei waits, but when nothing else is forthcoming, he moves along. Angel's silent uncertainty is one kind of answer itself, after all.]

Do you know if Rhys remembered anything helpful?

[brokencode]

I... have not asked.

[If the memories were a common theme between all of them, then... she would have to speak with him, then. That wasn't going to be a fun conversation to have, was it?]

[misanthropicprinciple]

It might help you solve some of that mystery. Everyone I've talked with this week's remembered something they didn't when we arrived.

[brokencode]

I suppose that will have to be my next stop, then. I have... important matters to discuss with him, anyway.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[And it's quite obvious Junpei would like to ask, just like it's obvious Junpei would quite like to know everything about everyone (as long as it doesn't involve magic, since that hurts his weenie human brain). But he doesn't.]

Good luck. I'll keep you posted if I find anything out on my end, too.

[brokencode]

Of course. Thank you for that. And for your honesty.

[She paused a moment, bit her lip, then met his eyes.]

The information I shared with you is important, and I do not expect you to keep it to yourself should it prove to be a factor in anything that may happen. Still... can I at least request that you not tell Rhys what I told you. Not... not yet at least.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[This is where he hesitates. Her profile names her a Traitor, sure; and his says, Dislikes: Heroics, bracelets, betrayal. His baggage is at play here as much as hers.]

If it becomes relevant, and I think not telling him will damage him, you, or the rest of us in some way, I'm not going to keep my mouth shut.

[Loose lips save lives--wait, that's not how that goes.]

But for now, that's fair. Your past is between you and him. It's not even remotely my business to meddle in it.

[brokencode]

[That answer was entirely expected, and Angel certainly didn't look all that bothered, hearing it. She had already been planning on going to Rhys after this conversation finished. This only cemented that fact. She certainly wouldn't dream of putting another one of her friends in a compromising position.]

I understand, and I appreciate your own position. Like I said, I have a number of things to discuss with the man, and I do not plan on waiting to do so. With luck... he will know by the end of the day.

I only wanted to be sure that he heard it from my mouth, and my mouth alone.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Oh. Yeah, of course. You could've just said.

[The impulse to be the one to tell him? That's a kind of honesty he respects. He nods.]

Really. Good luck.

[brokencode]

Sorry, I just... did not want you rushing off to tell him what I have told you, and beating me to the punch. [She nodded back toward the man.] Thank you, though. It has been a pleasure as always.