theairlock | won't you take me to flavortown

[At the end of that one hour (that seemed so much longer than just one hour could be), hopefully everyone's gathered in the cafeteria. The doors to the other side of the space station open to reveal two figures, a man and a woman. The woman is dressed in sharp business clothes, tapping away on some kind of a device that looks similar to but sleeker than a smart phone. The man with her has a circle beard and bleached blond hair, shorter but thick with muscle, wearing a checked button-up shirt with a gold chain peeking through the collar and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He scratches at his non-dominant forearm (which, nonetheless, is bare).]

Welcome, Champions, to the...

Champion Excellence Program.

Yeah, the Champion Excellence Program. As you may have noticed reading the rules, there's only one way out of here: Rule 7. But just in case going home isn't enough for you, we've decided to add an extra incentive.

[The woman barely looks up from her phone, like she's doing a headcount of the Champions.] The Champion who successfully proves their Excellence by murdering a fellow Champion and escaping punishment will receive an all-expenses-paid space cruise to the Vegas Quadrant.

[The man gives his companion a deadpan look and then looks at the Champions.]

Any questions?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ Hand slapped over mouth like: ]

No fucking way.

...have you heard of him?

No- No, his name is just too--

[ HOLY SHIT... ]

It. Sounds normal enough to me?

[Honestly it's a name that would fit in pretty well at Atlas Academy or Beacon.]

It's a total parody name. Or a pornstar name.

[ Either way she kind of loves it and she hates that? ]

A po- oh my gosh.

[Wait'll you hear about some of her classmates, Chloe.]

You don't think anything like THAT is going to happen here, do you?!

Wh- no! No, it better not!

[ chloe you're the one who said it-- ]

My father would take me apart and put me back together if something like that happened.

[ UM YIKES??? SHE THINKS THAT'S FIGURATIVE. IT SHOULD BE. ]

Uh, yeah, my mom too.

Hah! I was thinking the same thing, holy shit!

[ ...Aw, kid. ]

Right?

And he seems like a tool. What's up with that hair?

Like a late 90s boy band loser.

What a shitter!

Do you think it's his real name?

I don't know and it's fucking with me.

I mean he didn't say it like he thought it was really cool, he just kinda said it.

So it's his name, like his NAME? Fuck, that's almost awesome.

If this weren't this, I'd totally wanna blaze it with him just to say I did.

[.....oh wait maybe he shouldn't say things like that to a teenager?

fuck it look at her she smokes pot]