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! ))

Comments

[photoshooter]

I've never heard of a chocobo killing anyone. Injuring, maybe, if someone tried to come up on one the wrong way. But they're good birds, dude.

...

Also, I don't know what an ostretch is, but other than that I guess you have the gist.

[theundertaken]

I could maybe draw you an ostrich. But they're kinda stupid birds. Everyone where I'm from mostly keeps dogs, or horses if they want to ride. Do you have those...?

[photoshooter]

Dude, I love dogs. Always wanted one of my own... no idea what a horse is, though. Something big-ish, I guess?

[theundertaken]

Uh, yeah. They're big, four legs, hooves...I don't know, do you have deer? They're like bigger sturdier deer without horns.

[photoshooter]

Huh. That kind of sounds like a spiracorn. Except those, you know, have horns.

[He puts his hand against his forehead and sticks his index finger out like a unicorn horn, except he spins it in a spiral motion.]

Also, they're real ornery beasties. Definitely wouldn't recommend trying to saddle one up.

[theundertaken]

Like a killer unicorn. [He chuckles, and then realizes Prompto probably doesn't know what that is.] It's just a horse with a spirally horn, but they aren't real. It's a magic fairy tale creature that can, like, cure wounds and stuff with its horn. Though I guess magic's real where you're from, so that's probably nothing fantastical.

[photoshooter]

[Well, unicorn sounds close enough to what he knows that he can figure it out.]

Oh, we mostly use energy drinks and stuff for curatives. Noct can, like, infuse them with magic or something and that gives them healing properties. No spiracorn horns necessary; you can sell those for a pretty good price, though.

[theundertaken]

Energy drinks? I feel like those usually just kill you faster.

[photoshooter]

Heheh. Your heart can't take it, huh?

[U R oooolllddddd]

[theundertaken]

[oh my GOD]

Hey, it's not my fault those things are toxic!

[photoshooter]

You don't have to drink them, at least. Just cracking them open over a wound works pretty well, too. Wouldn't want to overtax your old bones.

[theundertaken]

Oh, yeah, I'll just bathe in some Red Bull. That'll be good and sweet-smelling.

[photoshooter]

Hey, four guys on the road sharing one tent? It's an improvement over how we usually smell, believe me.

[theundertaken]

Ugggh. Aren't you buddies with a prince, go get a second tent.

[photoshooter]

[Well, since he just remembered Noct knocking him off a moving train, maybe they're not buddies anymore? But we're not thinking about that.]

It's not even his tent, it's Gladio's. All Noct has is a fishing rod and like fifty billion swords.

[theundertaken]

What, just in case he can't kill the fish the old-fashioned way?

[photoshooter]

Uh, no, dude! They're for making sushi, obviously.

[theundertaken]

You Lucians are fucking intense! What do you do if you wanna cook the fish, get out a flamethrower?

[photoshooter]

That's when we gotta break out the fire spells, man.

[theundertaken]

[Max gives a low whistle.]

See? Intense.