week 4

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[Just like the previous week the status quo is restored with frighteningly quick efficiency. 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. Even the glass roses Choromatsu and Takumi broke after the trial in their fit of anger have been replaced with fresh ones. All signs that there was anything amiss this weekend are completely gone.

There's a new floor to explore, their "reward" for a job well done.]

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[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your AC for week 3, submit your memory regains and put in your threads for the Benefactors!]

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[theoverseen]

[His behind is so pale that the shiny gold velour almost matches it, but it covers actually most of his buttcheeks, pert as they are.]

Oh heeeey, Angel!

[He puts the hood down so he can see her as he turns.]

[brokencode]

[Angel would argue that she deserved a great deal of karmic punishment. But this? Surely this was the fates over doing it just a little bit.]

Kip. Please, whatever you are doing, just stop. [Her hands quickly lifted to her face, covering her eyes before she could go completely blind.]

[theoverseen]

I'm not doing anything! Just looking through the music.

[brokencode]

Promise? My father is already going to be furious about me being here. If he finds out about you doing anything untoward in front of me.

[It was meant to be humorous but... it just left her feeling more uneasy than ever.]

[theoverseen]

[Oh no the Sad Eyes.

Kip sighs and moves over to pick up a white bath robe, tying it around his waist. He is now covered to mid thigh.]

There.

Will you sing with me?

[brokencode]

I don't --

[Said sad eyes went wide, before being obstructed as the woman rapidly shook her head back and forth.]

I have never sung before.

[theoverseen]

[Kip just smiles disarmingly, and reaches out for her hands to pull her over to the machine.]

It'll be fine. We don't even have to do a duet, so I'll be singing the exact same part. It's just the two of us, no need to be nervous, okay?

[brokencode]

[A pained expression crossed over her face as Kip took hold of her hands. She thought about arguing further, but her backbone was never really all that strong. Instead, she stumbled over to the machine as directed, trying to manage a weak smile as she did.

Kip wouldn't lead her astray, right?]

Okay, fine. What are we going to sing.

[theoverseen]

[Even when he turns back to pick a song, he keeps one hand on hers, both to keep her there and to make her feel better.]

How about this one?

[As he taps it it starts playing, soft piano through the speakers.]

[brokencode]

[What is with these men and picking songs before she's ready. She shot him a look, before turning her head to the screen. Though it was certainly nerve-wracking, the prospect of singing with Kip, without a crowd, it didn't go as far as being scared speechless.

As she started, her voice came out soft and light. It was obvious that the mere concept of singing was a foreign one, and her voice wobbled with uncertainty, but it was, at least, there.]

Where have all the good men gone
And where are all the gods?
Where's the streetwise Hercules to fight the rising odds?

[theoverseen]

[But Kip is smiling shamelessly and excitedly for the both of them, singing along not loudly enough to overpower her but a safety net with his baritone.]

Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed
Late at night I toss and turn and dream of what I need...

[brokencode]

[Something about Kip's mirth threatened to bring a fit of giddy laughter to her lips. Trying to keep from bursting into hysterics while singing certainly proved to be a challenge, and every now and then she had to skip a few lyrics for the sake of covering her mouth and holding back her laughter.]

I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight.