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Welcome to the Program
Good Morning, Champions. In the interest of maintaining healthy sleep patterns, a day/night cycle is in effect. Your presence is expected in the cafeteria in exactly one hour.
[The voice comes through not a large speaker, but through the device that's attached to each Champion's arm. Further investigation of the features of the device will reveal a list of profiles, a mini-map, and a list of rules. The hallways are shiny white and silver, with running lights along the floor and lights on the ceiling, and at the junction of the hallways is a sign with a knife and fork icon and an arrow pointing down the hall.
Welcome to the Excellence Program, Champions. Time to get to know your teammates.]
[The voice comes through not a large speaker, but through the device that's attached to each Champion's arm. Further investigation of the features of the device will reveal a list of profiles, a mini-map, and a list of rules. The hallways are shiny white and silver, with running lights along the floor and lights on the ceiling, and at the junction of the hallways is a sign with a knife and fork icon and an arrow pointing down the hall.
Welcome to the Excellence Program, Champions. Time to get to know your teammates.]
kitchen
Hey. Are you...taking inventory? [ What a diligent thing for a kid to do? Overachiever. ...Makes her think she should be doing more but hey, this is Chloe Price, she lives to disappoint. ]
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Hm? [Well, she's. Holding actual packets of food so. Yeah.]
Yeah, it... [was just automatic for her? She started doing it before she ever realised she was doing it?] was something to do. And at least we'll have an idea of what there actually is to eat here.
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It's not poisoned, is it? Or cut with some fucked up shit?
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...
[Actually, that's a good point. She's just going to give that bag a proper once over for any obvious signs of resealing or cuts.]
It doesn't look tampered with. And once these kinds of packs are open, it'd be difficult to reseal it without the original opening being obvious.
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Mm... Well, long as it's not... Toss me somethin' unhealthy delicious, would you?
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Also, huh. That's a tall order, most of these look pretty... powder based or was-once-in-a-can-is-now-in-a-packet style, but after a little rummaging she finds what looks like
well
it's space ice cream, okay? But it's double choc chip...!]
How about this?
[There's a freeze dried, sealed pack a-comin' your way, Chloe.]
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[ freeze dried food!! is weird!!! ]
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That's all there is, ice cream wise. I can look for something else? [if you're THAT anti-freeze dried anything.]
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I'll take the thing, it's still just a crime. Just looking at all this stuff away from MRE bullshit makes me think my step-prick's gonna bust out and start lecturing about the service.
[ Mostly, she's just grumbling. Gotta complain about something. Time to read that packaging and revive some ice cream. ]
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So there are things there that aren't freeze dried ice cream! At least...]
It's all been made to last rather than for flavour and quality. [Which is, uh. Obvious, but bears repeating.] But we could have no ice cream at all, so--[She shrugs a shoulder. She's really not going to complain about ice cream. She can't even remember when she last had ice cream...]
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[Said with a surprising amount of firmness.]
It's not ideal, but we're not going to go hungry. [And that's a bright side she'll cling to if she has to.]
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I'm just saying, if these "Overseers" have their way, it won't even matter how much food we've got. Clearly they want us all to hack each other to pieces.
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[She's looking at you a little incredulously now, Chloe. What the heck.]
You don't seem the type to do what you're told anyway. [Why start now?]
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That's not what I fucking meant. [ ...oops, well, drops an f-bomb in front of who she assumes is a kid. ] All my astute observation's saying is, there's no fucking way I'm giving the assholes who abducted us any credit for anything. That includes a well-stocked kitchen of astronaut food.
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And I'm not about to overlook something that's going to remove the entirely feasible worry of starving to death regardless of what our kidnappers want from us, so I guess we're at a bit of an impasse aren't we?
[Go eat your freeze dried choc-chip and cut the swearing will you?]
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Excuse me for not wanting to think about being trapped here long enough that starvation is even an issue. It's the damn kidnappers I'm pissed at, kid.
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[Better to assess the situation as it is and make sure they're not in immediate danger. She leans down to heft another box up on the counter and stares a little drily over the top of it.
Which is a feat, this is a big box and she is a small Miki.]And if they don't show themselves for a while, or reveal anything useful, at least we know we won't be hungry while we do our own legwork.
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[ Maybe it's because this conversation's had one thing after another implying they'll be here for a long time. Maybe it's because Chloe keeps thinking about the storm. Maybe...it's because she keeps thinking about Rachel, and Max.
She swallows down the immediate anger because she doesn't want to blow up at a kid. Her words come off cold and dismissive, then. Later, thinking back, she'll probably be impressed with Miki's gumption for standing her ground, and how such a tiny girl can lift such big things.
Right now, though. Her fucking title jabs a pressure into her brain that's screaming at her to get moving. ]
Fine, then, you start preparing for the long-term and I'll work on the short-term, the actual getting the hell out part.
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[She's prepared for the short term for so long. Get through one day, get through another, and another, and another and it doesn't end it just loops on repeat until you can't take it anymore but there's no one to go to, and no one to turn to, only you and you can't remember what it's like to turn to someone and say help me I can't do this.
And then. Someone reminded her about living. That even in a situation where you could be dead tomorrow, the sunset that evening might be the most beautiful you've ever seen. You might find something delicious to eat, or get told something that makes you laugh so deeply you feel it from your fingers to your toes.
Maybe they'll be dead by the end of the week. But planning for the long term is a luxury she'd never have back home. That was taken from her. So she's going to indulge herself.]
If you find something, let me know. And I'll tell you which of these looks the most appetising if you don't.
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The idea that anyone could be preparing for the long haul is unthinkable to her. So, to keep some semblance of peace, she won't engage with it. She ends up just grunting and turning on heel.
They won't need to rely on the food here. They won't need to do anything like that.
They can't.
'Cause if they do, she really will lose everything. ]