Week 2

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Week 2

[The Champions have now been here for one week, and while the dud of a first incentive didn't tempt anybody, the fact remains obvious: a lack of murder isn't going to be the thing that gets you out of here.

Blaze Dudely and Rox have not made a reappearance since Tuesday, leaving you to your own devices for the moment. That door they entered and exited through remains locked, and there is no new area to access this week. Are you sure they're even still back there? Despite their absence, you all wake up on Sunday morning from strange dreams. What to make of it?

You can only hope it's not a bad omen for the rest of the week.]

Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday

(( Don't forget to turn in your AC for Week 1, submit your memory regain, and turn in your Benefactor threads! ))

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[photoshooter]

[Prompto just doesn't get out of bed for a long, long time. He can't. It's too much.

He really liked Chloe.

Once he does finally drag himself to his feet, though, he finds a veritable treasure trove awaiting him. It rankles, it feels tacky--is this some kind of consolation prize? But he paws through it, and what he finds...

His first stop is to track down Lunafreya, with what feels like miles of flowing white silk in his arms, almost holding his breath until he finds her. Then he's looking for Roxy with a different outfit, just to see if perhaps he has something belonging to the famous Janey.

After that, he disappears for a little while, and when he comes back... he's wearing it, shorts over tights and all. The only change is that he's cut off the sleeves, perhaps for the #chloesthetic, though the sleeves have been reconstituted as black and grey wristbands. That's for the #promptoesthetic, as is his finally properly styled hair. PUNK LIVES, MOTHERFUCKERS.

Armful by armful, he brings other things he considers up for grabs to the cafeteria. Let's be real, he doesn't know what half of this is, he doesn't want it. He sits beside his offerings, staring with furrowed brow at a photo.

Later, just after dinner, he's in the art room with a different photo, trying--even though his eyes are red and he has to keep blinking back something wet, even though he's not a good artist at all--to sketch Chloe in next to the Max she drew on her canvas the other night.]

Cafeteria

[le_mat]

[it's not the stuff Prompto has out that gets his attention. It's his fashion.

His voice is an odd mix- a bit amused, more earnestly attracted, and a lingering sadness cuz its clear who those clothes came from]

Holy shit, Prompto... You look good.

[photoshooter]

[Snort.]

Great. I know they're girl clothes, dude, but I'm sick of those space suits. At least these shorts leave a little more to the imagination.

[And that's just sad, really. His expression fades once more into weary worry.]

How are you doing, though, 'Kira? You okay?

[le_mat]

['Kira. He likes that]

Nothing wrong with it as long as you can pull it off. And... I get it. Gonna kinda miss the floppy hair though.

... I'm... Not good. But I'm managing. You?

Cafeteria

[challengesfate]

[It's really difficult to get up today. Between the dream, the idea that her father could be held captive somewhere, and Chloe's brutal death...it's hard. No one would want to leave their room.

But Lucina has gotten more stuff today, and one of the items...looks too much like the device Rox Petuu used. It makes Lucina nervous just to look at it. So it, along with everything else and the other things she still can't find a use for get tossed into the Tiny Car and wheeled out into the cafeteria to...well, she's not sure. Maybe someone will come by and take some of it?

She pointedly does not look where Chloe's body had laid (free of blood, free of everything, were there really arms in the ceiling that cleaned up after them?) when she enters, and it's important to note that she's wearing something completely new (sans the diadem). It suits her well, more a second skin than the unitard had been. She's pushing that car along, looks up, and...]

...Prompto?

[photoshooter]

Huh?

[He blinks and looks up, and his expression--he can't manage a smile, not really, but some of the frowning tension eases away when he sees who it is. He sets the photo down and nods in greeting, looking even more exhausted than he did on Sunday.]

Hey, Lucie.

[His voice is a little rough, and he clears his throat in an effort to fix it.]

Looks like everyone got a haul today, huh? Nice car. ...Nice clothes.

[Way more impressive than his Janey ensemble. Sorry, Chlo.]

[challengesfate]

[It's alright - she's really not expecting anyone to smile on her account. She nudges the car a little closer before taking a seat next to him.]

Thank you. It's...nearly everything I had on back home. I'm just missing my diadem and my mask. [She shakes her head.] But, I'm glad enough just for this.

[Because then you can do nice things like what she's doing right now - unclipping her cape and gently offering it to Prompto.]

I like yours, too...but, if you'd like something to keep you a little warmer, I insist you borrow this.

[Like boi those leggings don't look warm and your sleeves are gone we can't have you catching cold]

Cafeteria

[theworldsliveliestcorpse]

Oh hell yes, a gun!

[Don't mind the zombie in the camo bikini as she instantly goes for the Lion Heart gun as soon as she sees it. She starts checking it out and aw damn it's not real. Eh. Whateves.]

S'not real, but it's close enough! Whaddya want for it?

[ Zombina has her own wares spread out on a table too.]

It looks like ya got some refills for the glitter cannon too. I'd be up for taking those off your hand's too! It'd be a shame ta run out anytime soon.

[challengesfate]

U-Um...could you please not...

[Please...put the gun down, she's not keen on just giving it over to anybody, even a considerate zombie...]

I-I wouldn't mind if you took the glitter things...I don't know how to open them, anyway...

cafeteria

[newcycle]

[korra also got new digs. She still looks a little tired, but honestly? She's feeling much more comfortable with her own clothes. She nods at Prompto, though... she's honestly assuming this is different fashion choices?

But the shorts over tights kind of reminds her of Asami.]

Hey Prompto... got new clothes too?

[photoshooter]

Guess you could say that. Gotta say, I wasn't expecting girl clothes to, uh, fit so well.

[He laughs faintly.]

I don't know how I feel about that, but I'm real sick of those space suits. You look good, though!

[newcycle]

[ohhhh, they're girl clothes...]

I can relate to that, a lot. I missed being in water tribe clothes.

[though she can definitely tell she bought these in Republic City]

herd u were lookin for... sticks leggy out.... ROXY

[lmafo]

[ Roxy Lalonde, for her part, is chilling in one of the hallways when he's going around to find her. ]

The name on everybody's lips is gonna be... ROXY

[photoshooter]

Hey, Roxy?

[Approacheth Prompto, outfit in hand.]

Does this look familiar to you? Like, is it yours, or maybe...

[Look, it says 'Jane' on it.]

[lmafo]

Oh, 'cause of the... nah, man, Janey don't wear deer shirts.

cafeteria - they all just want the booty shorts.

[stillstands]

[When Miki enters the room, she is wearing a a new outfit as well. Not quite as stylish as Prompto's new punk ensemble, but she looks far more comfortable in it, even if it's clearly a little worn at the edges.

She stops in front of where Prompto has made a space for himself and his offerings, and eyes the back of the photo in his hands. Somewhere in the background there's a whirring noise, but roomba goes ignored.]

... Is that a photo from home?

[He's looking at it intently enough - is it important?]

[photoshooter]

I'm... not sure.

[Before he can elaborate, though, he becomes aware of that mechanical sound and frowns. He scoots forward and half-rises from his chair to see where it's coming from and then makes a face.]

Uhh, Miki? Is that thing, ummm. Safe?

[Don't tell Penny that her freckle friend might just be robot racist.]

Cafeteria

[theworldsliveliestcorpse]

Oh hell yes, my clothes!

[Excuse the camo bikini clad zombie as she excitedly makes a beeline over to pick up the Casual Wear on the table.]

I was gettin' worried I'd hafta wear this the rest of the time we're here!

[Zombina gestures over at her table]

I ain't got much, but I'll trade ya anything ya want in exchange for my clothes back.

[She has like 2 blankets? Maybe he could use an comfort blanket?]

[photoshooter]

[Holy shit, where is he supposed to put his eyes? It's like Cindy all over again, except more... stitchy. Prompto clears his throat and tries to find a safe place to look.]

You know, I had a feeling those were yours. You don't need to trade me anything for them, buuuut I guess I'll take a look...

[He may very much need a comfort blanket.]

A-aren't you cold in that?

Art Room

[theundertaken]

[Here he is, the art man. Max is clearly interested in the photo, but he's not...he's not gonna fuck with Prompto right now.]

Hey, dude.

[photoshooter]

[Prompto sniffles loudly and fumbles his pencil, but, thick as his voice is, he still sounds glad to have Max.]

Snfhh. Hi, Max.

[He scrubs the back of his hand across his eyes and turns away from his work, such as it is.]

What's up?

Cafeteria

[batfortheprincess]

[That model of the Tharsis admittedly catches his eye, but seeing Prompto so focused on the photograph, well. That seems more important. He's not at an angle where he can see what's on it, and he's not about to sneak a look, so.]

Is there something about that picture?

[photoshooter]

I--yeah, you could say that.

[He stares at it for a moment longer, then shakes his head and shows it to Slaine.]

What do you make of this?

[Is the problem as obvious to other eyes as it is to Prompto's?]

SLAMS IN HERE

[keepmeinyourheart]

[Prompto, your Oracle will be in her room, but if he knocks, she'll be more than willing to open the door.

Even if she looks like she hasn't slept.

Are you prepared for that?]

[photoshooter]

Lady Lu--

[Aw, wow, she looks terrible. Well, not terrible, because she's still Lady Lunafreya and she's perfect. But also, girl, no, are you okay?

Arms full of trident and dress, Prompto should look too ridiculous for such a concerned face.]

Are--are you okay?