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

[motherfucking_ghost]

Yeah! I mean, it belonged to the other team, I bet their stupid robot put it on their radio. It's awful. I love it.

We got a tank instead. So I think a tank beats out a jeep any day. Unless that tank kills you. [He'll just put the buddy back on the floor. Be free!] But normally the chances of that are--holy shit why are there things floating around you?! [There we go.]

[buddyoldpal]

Ya got some weird shit goin' on back home, dontcha?

[ Our buddy Dot-chan goes around for another spin. Considering whose powers Nishitani has, he probably doesn't have to use the controller at all. ]


Oh, ya mean these? [ Nishitani is just a happy guy and things like to chill with him, obvs. ] Guess I ended up with Queenie-chan's powers. Dunno how ta fuckin' use em so this shit is just happenin' now I guess.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Pretty sure we already covered that there's weird shit, Nishi. [Motion to himself, exhibit A, a ghost.]

Ohhhhh god, that's right, she can make things move all pseudo-telekinetically with her magic. Great. Awesome. Please don't magic water or fire or lightning or whatever out of the air if you can help it.

[buddyoldpal]

Ghosts fightin' in tanks ain't any weirder than a fuckin' computer givin' us a fuckin' magic switcheroo.

[ He shrugs. ]

Lucky for all of y'all, I'm a cheery guy, that won't be no problem. Long as I stay happy, this floaty shit stays golden.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Whaaaat happens if you don't stay happy? Have you, uh. Experimented? With that?

[buddyoldpal]

Dunno. Ask Queenie-chan.

[ He doesn't seem remotely bothered by this? ]

[motherfucking_ghost]

...Then I'll tell you what, you can keep the warthog so long as it keeps you entertained, because I think we all could stand to not know what you're like in a bad mood.

[buddyoldpal]

[ Nishitani snickers. ]

Yeah, yer best not knowin' about that. I ain't nearly this nice when I'm pissed.

[motherfucking_ghost]

For all the murder you casually talk about, let me just say no shit.

...Do you seriously like that music?

[buddyoldpal]

[ That's for damn sure, Church. He shrugs. ]

It ain't too damn bad! Definitely gets yer blood pumpin' ya know?

[motherfucking_ghost]

...That's one way to put it. Don't play it in the bedroom. Don't know that it'll get the blood pumping the right way.

[buddyoldpal]

This the kinda stuff ya listen to back home?

[ You seem personally offended, Church. ]

[motherfucking_ghost]

I think it's the stupid Mexican robot the Reds have. I think he put it in their stupid warthog, and they never change the music.

[buddyoldpal]

[ So many words he doesn't get there, Church-chan. ]

Awright, back up a sec, I don't got a fuckin' clue what yer talkin' about.