week 4

[airlockedmods]

[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!]

Comments

[misanthropicprinciple]

Oh, for sure. There is no way any of this can go wrong.

[He bends down to pet the car. Hello, car! You are a car. Whoooo's a cute car?]

So I guess you got... Queenie's powers? You're a wizard, Nishitani-san.

[buddyoldpal]

Whoever's gets Mai's powers better get fuckin' locked up quick, we got enough of that shit once already.

[ Isn't it just the cutest little tiny military vehicle you've ever seen? Yes it is! ]

Yeah, this is the kinda shit she can do, huh?

[ Pause. Are you ready to tell him to shut up? Get ready. ]

There's this thing she does in bed, I wonder if I can--

[misanthropicprinciple]

Nishitani-san.

[Junpei's feelings are dead, but not that dead.]

God, it's like being in college all over again.

[buddyoldpal]

[ Nishitani laughs. Gosh, Junpei, don't be such a prude! ]

Aww, I'm just teasin' ya. I don't kiss and tell.

[ THAT'S A FUCKING HUGE LIE ]

...Much.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[He'll be a prude if he wants! It's like hearing your gross uncle talk about his girlfriend at a family gathering you can't escape. Zero Escape.]

You're a liar. You're a liar and a terrible person. Damn if I don't appreciate that about you.

[Ew, sentiment. Moving along.]

Anyway, where'd you get this car? Not that I'd give up Delores, but she doesn't play polka.

[buddyoldpal]

[ For real tho, that's totally understandable, no one should have to hear Nishitani's gross lovelife escapades. ]

Guilty as charged, pal.

[ He grins. YOU'RE GIVING HIM THE WARM AND FUZZIES, JUNPEI. Maybe one of those floating pillows will come hug you next. ]

The fuck's Dolores? [ That's weird, Junpei. ] I got it a couple days ago along with a bunch of useless shit. Well, cept for the lube and condoms but...

[ One of these days he's gonna figure out the glitter cannon and you will all rue the day... ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[He's being hugged by a pillow. Well, that's a new one. Better chalk that experience into the "weird, but it happened" column along with warping, magic, and literally everything about the last year of his life.]

Delores is my pedal car. You know, after the Delorean? Wait, was that movie out back in your time...?

[Important chronological questions.]

[buddyoldpal]

[ There ya go, see, things could definitely be weirder, Junpei. Don't ask me how, but... ]

Ohhh, I getcha. Like Doc Brown, yeah? Ain't there a new one comin' out soon?

[ The sequel came out in 89, no spoilers. ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Again, something like forty years ago from my perspective, but yeah. This time they actually go to the future.

[buddyoldpal]

Hah, finally, huh?

[ He's not like, a fan, but he did see it, probably. ]

So ya think I should give this thing a name or what?

[misanthropicprinciple]

Oh, absolutely. I mean, shouldn't everything significant in a man's life have a name?

[buddyoldpal]

Damn, that was fuckin' poetic, Tenmyouji-kun. Almost got a tear in my eye.

[ He doesn't. ]

Well, it plays that fuckin' music, ya got any ideas?

[misanthropicprinciple]

Dot. Because Polka Dots.

[Wow that answer was fast, Junpei.]

[buddyoldpal]

Dotto. Sure, that's cute.

[ Do you have a list, Junpei? ]

Yer good at this shit, ain't ya?

[misanthropicprinciple]

Quick thinking and word games are two of the numerous death-dodging skills I've developed over my career.

[buddyoldpal]

Oh, yeah. Last time they made ya play sudoku an' shit, right?

[ Thanks to Nishitani's fancy new magic, Dot spins around and plays more of that obnoxious music. I don't think Nishitani is actually touching the controls anymore. ]

So did ya get anybody's magic powers?

[misanthropicprinciple]

Mm-hmm.

[It's an answer to both questions. He watches Dot, wondering if Nishitani's even aware of what he's doing.]

Ardyn's. He was helping me practice earlier.

[buddyoldpal]

[ He certainly doesn't. Maybe he'll try mastering it later...? ]

Well, shit, that's gotta suck. Hope it ain't permanent, pal.

[misanthropicprinciple]

It's not all bad. I can teleport like one of the X-Men. Not worth losing the ability to get shitfaced, but still cool enough on its own.

[buddyoldpal]

Dunno if he told ya yet, but ya also can't taste fer shit. I tried it on 'im once.

[ Nishitani shakes his head. He's actually really hurting for you, Junpei. ]

Didn't know Ardyn-san could fuckin' teleport though, that's fuckin' rad!

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Ah, right. The loss of taste would bother Junpei more, but things are in general not bothering him quite so much. Which should bother him, but! It's a fun little cycle of apathy we've got going on here.]

It's pretty sweet. Wanna see?

[buddyoldpal]

[ Pls don't turn this into Apathy Syndrome, Junpei... Nishitani is a little concerned, but he sure as hell isn't going to bring it up if Junpei won't. ]

Fuck, yeah! Let's see that shit.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Junpei browses Nishitani's Floating Arsenal and selects a nice little kitchen knife for himself.]

This should work...

[He tests the weight of it, tosses it carefully from hand to hand, then steps aside so Nishitani won't get caught in his path. Then, without warning, he throws the knife down the hall and--zip!--leaving an afterimage and a trail of reddish light, he appears at the end of the hall, catching the knife out of the air and trotting a few steps after it, off balance. When he turns, he's smirking.]

See?

[TELL HIM HE'S COOL, CRIME UNCLE.]

[buddyoldpal]

[ Bruh. That was so rad Nishitani can barely contain himself. ]

Holy shit, that was fuckin' awesome!

[misanthropicprinciple]

Right? I almost wish I could keep it, but...

[He opens his hand to see if the knife will just sort of fly away on its own. Be free, little knife.]

Ardyn would probably clock me upside the head if I tried.