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

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[hellahighwater]

[ In this place, it's Thursday. Where she's from, unless they kept them under for a long time...

It's Friday. Doomsday.

Chloe's both resigned and incredibly frustrated and what it manifests as is extreme restlessness. She doesn't even have something to help her cool down...

So, when she's not furiously trying to distract herself talking to other people, Chloe will spend most of the day in front of the door in the cafeteria that Rox and Blaze went through several days ago. She's done being patient. She's done looking for escape pods, she's done being monitored like a fucking rat in a cage, just like home--

For the first part of the day, Chloe is knocking - no, pounding - on it, with anything she can find. Her elbow, a canvas from the art room, a box of granola from the storage room. Every so often, she'll call through it. ]

Come on, assholes! This is a sit-in, you want some peace and quiet? Chloe Price isn't gonna fuckin' give it to you!

[ At other points, she'll be- ...well, she's grabbed a pen and she's drawing? Graffiti, that's what's going on here. She's not a fantastic artist? Not enough to earn her a title, at least, but Chloe has some skill. There's caricatures of Blaze and Rox, with Blaze looking stoned as hell and Rox with devil horns and a fork tongue. Under her portrait, she's written, clearer than her handwriting:

ALERT! DICKWADS ON THE OBSERVATION DECK!

At some points, she's just sitting there, staring. These are the ones she's most resigned and upset. For a long period of time, that's what she's doing, but as the day gets later...

Sometime shortly before the movie, she hauls off and then returns with a chair from the game room, the broken leg of an easel, and a mighty pissed expression. Chloe starts wailing on the door. ]

Come out! Open the fuck up, you cowards! COME! OUT!! [ ...And mighty screaming. It develops into that, just yelling. Until she can barely breathe, or she- ...until she's red in the face and the eyes.

"Champion," they said. She can't be Champion of anyone. ]

WAILING

[newcycle]

[Korra wasn't in the cafeteria-- but it was impossible to miss the sound. She follows it into the cafeteria, and then stares for a moment before going to Chloe and grabbing her arm, before she accidentally hurts herself]

Hey! You're more likely to hurt yourself than the door.

[hellahighwater]

[ She tries to wrench her arm free; she's got the easel leg raised and ready to slam, and...it's already starting to splinter, with how hard she's swinging it. ]

Let me go, I don't give a damn!

[newcycle]

[no can do-- also welcome to korra being deceptively strong. oops.]

Don't-- really. If you get hurt, it's not going to hurt them at all. And that's not what you want, right?

[hellahighwater]

[ Damn it, why can't she- Chloe pulls again, futilely. ]

I don't care! I just need to get the fuck out of here!

sitting?!

[quadjumps]

Hey.

[ not so much a greeting as it is a way to grab her attention, but: ]

They're not coming out, you know.

[hellahighwater]

[ She keeps staring. ]

They have to sometime.

[quadjumps]

...What's got you all wound up today, anyway? You seemed fine before.

[hellahighwater]

[ Tenses. ]

No one else is doing anything to get us out, so I might as well do what I do best.

Graffiti

[theworldsliveliestcorpse]

Niiiiiiice. Blaze and Shark-chan are looking great!

[Zombina gives an appreciative laugh at the drawings.]

Mind if I join in? It really livens the place up!

[hellahighwater]

[ She's just finishing up her... Shark-chan? Ugh, what's with the term of endearment? Chloe can't hide her scowl, but she tosses Zombina the illustrative pen. ]

Take it. More vandalism means maybe they'll show their cowardly faces.

[theworldsliveliestcorpse]

Thanks!

[Zombina catches it easily and starts doodling.... is that an dickbutt with Blaze's face on it? Zombina. Zombina no. Annnd now there's one of Shark-chan too. Zombina why?!]

[hellahighwater]

[ If she were in a better mood, Chloe would laugh. She approves, at least. Chloe will nod and wait by the door. Come on... Come on, open. ]

Wailing

[photoshooter]

[Prompto's been in and out of the cafeteria enough times today to know that Chloe's been staging a one-woman protest there. He's just stopping in for an evening coffee before the movie when the shouting and banging starts.

He jumps and spills hot coffee all over his hand, but that's not what's important. Once he sees what she's doing, he drops everything and darts around tables and chairs to get to her.]

Ch-Chloe...!

[He doesn't try to touch her but rather the chair, grabbing at it to tackle it safely down to the ground beneath his body.]

Stop, what if they hurt you?!

[hellahighwater]

[ Someone's grabbed her chair. That's the first thing she registers, and she almost turns and swings the easel leg in a blind rage, but- no, no, that is a friendly voice, Chloe we do not do that to friendly people so instead she just turns on him, shaking with anger. ]

Then at least they'd be here so I could give them a piece of my mind while they're doing it! Give me that back!

[photoshooter]

[She wouldn't be the first friendly voice to swing something at him in a blind rage. He's a big boy, he can take it.*

*With a Phoenix Down and maybe several Elixirs.]

No!

[Still more or less sprawled across the chair, he turns to face her, scared shitless.]

If you break the door, you're breaking a rule! They could electrocute you to death, or--or worse!

[hellahighwater]

A fucking chair won't break the door, Prompto, it doesn't matter. [ Still angry, still pissed, gotta keep herself composed, though-- ] I need to talk to them, I have to!

[ Her eyes are...very red, aren't they? ]

sitting

[playthedamncard]

[Hard not to notice the noise. So it's when there's less noise that he's...not concerned, but wonders if something happened or she just got tired. Might as well use coffee as an excuse, but instead of filling his mug, he sets it aside for the moment and looks around the room.]

Someone's been busy today.

[hellahighwater]

Girl on a mission, dude. [ Her voice is hard, actually, despite how casual she tries to sound. ] Gotta be loud if you want results.

[playthedamncard]

You're on a deadline? [Context clues abounds.] Time here might not pass the same where we're all from.

[hellahighwater]

[ ...That... ]

...You think that's really possible?

tags this late bc i said i would

[lovecolored]

[ Oh, nice graffiti. Marisa claps. ]

Heh heh heh...got any spare pens? I got an idea.

[hellahighwater]

Yeah? Sure, go nuts.

[ She does have some, by her feet! ]

[lovecolored]

[ She was looking for an excuse to graffiti, she's thrilled tbh

Marisa immediately doodles a...really, really detailed hellscape behind them. Like with flaming floors and lava and magma stalagmites everywhere. It's not bad, surprisingly? ]

[hellahighwater]

[ ...She stares. ]

Hella detailed graffiti.