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]

What, this thing? The weird mech?

[Weird because it actually looks sort of person-shaped, not--not like the things he and the guys routinely take apart, the things that drop sometimes with the MTs or guard the blockades.

Prompto picks it up, looks it over once more, then offers it to Slaine.]

What's it, uh. For? Like, home security?

[batfortheprincess]

Oh... thank you.

[He nods as he accepts the model. But uses, huh. laughs bitterly]

No, it's intended for military applications and primarily for... offensive operations.

[But someone could probably use it for home security if they really wanted to?!]

[photoshooter]

Oh. Yeah, that makes a lot more sense. I mean, what else are mechs ever for, right? Just big metal pains in the neck.

[Boooo, Niflheim.]

[batfortheprincess]

Have you fought them before?

[photoshooter]

All the time. They're sooooooo annoying. ...And deadly.

[batfortheprincess]

O-oh. I'm sorry to hear that. But still, you must be a skilled pilot to encounter them so often and come out unscathed.

[He sounds low-key impressed?!]

[photoshooter]

Pilot? Oh, no. Uh, I don't pilot anything.

[He points to the Tharsis to illustrate.]

Me and my friends, we have to fight these things on the ground. Like, with guns and swords and stuff. Thunder spells, if we've got 'em handy.

[batfortheprincess]

[record scratch]

O-on foot? With swords?

[what the shit man that sounds hella unsafe]

[photoshooter]

Not me, dude. I use guns. Like a not crazy person.

[Judging you, entire aristocratic culture of Lucis. Judging.]

[batfortheprincess]

[He's tempted to say that it still sounds crazy to use a regular gun against something like that, but.]

T-that is good to hear. But how large are these machines to begin with?

[Because the Tharsis is like 50+ feet high so...]

[photoshooter]

Uhh, I wanna say most of them are maybe sixteen, seventeen feet tall? Gotta take out their legs to bring them down.

[Less Gundam, more... I can't think of something smaller than a Gundam.]