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]

[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.

[buddyoldpal]

[ Nishitani levels him the tiniest of glares. He's kidding? No, he's not, actually. He weirdly cares about you, kid. ]

Don't. Don't keep that shit, Tenmyouji-kun. Shiny shit's cool an' all, but it ain't worth gettin' whatever the fuck else Ardyn-san's got goin' on.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Oh. That's. Faintly surprising, actually, to see that Nishitani feels that strongly about it.]

...I, uh. I was kidding, Nishitani-san. I wouldn't...

[He trails off, then rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.]

How much do you know about it already?

[buddyoldpal]

Ah, I'm just lookin' out fer ya kid.

[ He chuckles, waving it off!! Haha, he totally wasn't concerned or anything. ]

Shit, ya prolly know more than me. But he's fuckin' 2000 years old, he ain't human and he can't taste fer shit. If he ain't a god, then he's a demon, kid.

Which, hey, that's cool an' all, but that's his shit ta deal with, not yers.

[misanthropicprinciple]

...That's true.

[Entire centuries past, the stuff of gods and demons... Junpei already knows what he gets when he dives over his head into business of this scale. Less than this scale, even. There are no kings in Zero Escape.]

Hah. Guess I'm bad enough dealing with my own already.

[buddyoldpal]

Yeah, I know yer friends with the guy, but livin' that long ain't good fer anybody's head.

[ This sure is a lot of serious talk, my goodness. ]

But damn if that trick wasn't cool as fuck.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Right? I wish I had my phone on me so I could see what it looks like myself.

[Nah, no more serious talk, only dumb crap now.]

[buddyoldpal]

[ That's the ticket! ]

Ya don't got a mirror? One o' these rooms has ta have a big enough one, right?