week one

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Week 1

[After the initial introduction of the Overseers, the Champions were left to their own devices in investigating the part of the ship they have access to to their hearts' content. However, the doors that Blaze Dudely and Rox came through are locked tight and cannot be unlocked via PIP.

On Wednesday morning, the same voice that awakened them the previous morning chirps at them again from their PIPs at 7 am on the dot.



Enjoy your week, Champions.]

Tuesday Wednesday Thursday

Comments

[hellahighwater]

[ Chloe's trying. She's trying to play nice, and to not make waves, but she is so frustrated. She has to get out of here. Max is waiting for her, she has a mystery to solve. She's- it's Wednesday here, but isn't it actually Friday back home? Or if Monday was some fucked up continuation of Tuesday, is it Thursday? Either way, Max needs her. Superhero or no, she can't stop that tornado or find Rachel on her own.

Some fucking Champion of Max Caulfield.

So, Chloe's back to that restless anger that started to rear its head Monday. She wants to scream or break something. ...And you know? She has the perfect idea.

In the library, Chloe can be found trying to... Oh, jesus girl- trying to literally rip the sleeves off her space-suit. Unfortunately for her, they stretch. Like- they really stretch. Why this, frankly.

Alright so it's time for Sleeve Destruction Quest. She snoops around the storage room to try and find something to cut them off with, but she doesn't seem to be having much luck, instead discovering airline food. Awesome. ] Great, if the freeze dried shit stops working, we can survive off granola, forever.

[ ...That thought makes her mad. She kicks over a box of it.

Frustrated, Chloe has taken to the kitchen, her final stop on this adventure, where she has found it, the Biggest Possible Knife, which she looks at with a horrible smirk. ]

Say hello to my little friend, stupid suit.

[ Time to just slice those off! ...Though here, in the kitchen, it is likely for someone to get a completely wrong idea, seeing the angry girl seemingly about to take a knife to her arm. ...Oops? ]

kitchen

[quadjumps]

[ yuri is one of those people who gets the absolute wrong idea. he stops dead in his tracks, standing near the entrance, eyes wide. ]

What the hell-?! Stop that!

[hellahighwater]

[ Chloe almost, almost drops the knife, startled. ]

Christ, don't just yell at a girl waving a big knife around!

[quadjumps]

What the fuck are you even doing?! Do you even know what this looks like right now?

[ don't make him spell it out-- ]

[hellahighwater]

...Chopping off the oppressive sleeves of this space regime?

[ She pulls with her free hand at the spandex. Like? ]

Kitchen

[in4apounding]

[Well. That's sure a thing.]

Chloe! No!

There must be an easier way to get the PIPs off, it's hella not worth it!

[hellahighwater]

[ What...the... She turns, the big honkin' knife poised above her forearm. ]

...You think I'm- oh, no, girl, I need this arm, you think I'm crazy?

[in4apounding]

Oh- oh, thank goodness. I thought maybe you got desperate after what Mister Kaiba found out about the shocks and- good.

[Look if anyone's gonna take off an arm to get rid of the PIP, it's gonna be her. Or Zombina.]

...What WERE you trying to do?

[hellahighwater]

Please. It's fucked, but I can take a shock or two. [ ...ALRIGHT, CHLOE, GOOD JOB THERE-- ] I'm trying to turn this all-constricting spandex into a short-sleeved onesie instead.

library

[newcycle]

[Korra really sympathizes with that. She's rolled her sleeves up as much as possible, but she'd rather be sleeveless too.]

Are you trying to rip them off? I couldn't do it.

[hellahighwater]

[ She just. Keeps tugging. And grunting. ]

Well I...will not...! Be defeated...! By stupid fucking spandex!

[newcycle]

[hmm. that looks like she's about to be defeated.]

... Maybe I could make something to cut it off?

[hellahighwater]

[ The yanking pauses. ]

Like what?

storage

[playthedamncard]

[Tall boy isn't gonna bitch about the airline food (yet), because, hey, contingency plans in case something happens. And also, he'd much rather snack on that than MREs. Why you gotta take it out on the food, c'mon.]

Until it expires, at least. I have to wonder how often they get resupplied here. If at all. [He's still very very convinced this isn't real, after all, but what's he gonna do, not eat virtual food or drink virtual coffee? Please.]

[hellahighwater]

[ ...She kicks a granola across the floor, halfhearted. ]

This stuff? It never expires. Could probably survive a damn nuclear winter.

[playthedamncard]

It's not the most nutritious thing to eat, but if you haven't the time to reconstitute the packets and don't have the stomach for MREs, it's a fine enough midnight snack.

[Yes, even rich people want something quick and convenient and no entirely garbage to eat at odd hours, okay?] What are you looking for?

kitchen

[le_mat]

[he's a little startled by the sudden knife, but let's this play out- she doesn't look like she's going to intentionally hurt herself.

Once the sleeves are assumedly gone he gives the laziest horns known to man]

Thug Lyfe.

[Yes, the 'y' is somehow in his voice]

[hellahighwater]

[ It's taken some finagling, but Chloe's right arm is free, and she stretches it up in the air. So much better. ]

Baller. Could use a little more attitude in my moment of minimal triumph, though.

[ That all ya got, player? ]

[le_mat]

... hot?

Kitchen

[theundertaken]

What the fuck, this isn't what I meant when I said people need to stop fucking with the arm things!

[hellahighwater]

[ Juuuust as she's about to- ugh- ]

I'm not touching the arm thing, I don't want my arm to explode, I'm touching the sleeves!

[theundertaken]

Oh. [...] Ohhhhhh. Well, geez, why don't you just go to your room and take it off to do that? Be a lot easier.

Kitchen

[batfortheprincess]

[oh my god, first there's someone who electrocutes himself, then there's a girl that looked like she set herself on fire, and now Chloe looks like she's going to take off her arm??? why are people here so hardcore.

Slaine, probably understandably, reacts with some alarm.]

M-Ms. Chloe, wait!

[Like, he has enough sense to stay out of range of stabbings, but does kind of end up jogging over and... stand around indecisively as he watches her for any sudden movements. He's helping?!]

Please, put the knife down.

[hellahighwater]

[ She turns with part of her sleeve cut, no blood, but almost nicking herself from surprise. ]

Why are you guys so set against me performing wardrobe maintenance?! [ The tiniest hints of a tattoo peek out from the hole she's made. ]

[batfortheprincess]

[He will take some time a little later to look at her tattoo after he just... gets over his confusion.]

W-wardrobe maintenance? ...With a knife?

[this looks hella unsafe man]