Week 3

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Week 3

[Two weeks in, and all at once four people are dead. Chitose, Miki, Lucina, and Tsurugi - whatever the circumstances, however any of you may feel, their rooms are just as empty at the end of the week. If you check your P.I.P.s, you'll find that their pictures on the profile page have gone monochrome.

C.E.C.E.'s morning announcement comes like clockwork on Sunday. This time, though, there's an addendum to her usual message:]

Congratulations, Champions! By surviving your first trial, you have unlocked the second floor of the ship. A new mini map has been added to your P.I.P.! To access the second floor please stand on the teleporter and select the floor you wish to be teleported to.

[In addition to the new floor, the Champions will find that they've gained another memory this week.]


Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday



(( Welcome to Week 3! Don't forget to check in and submit your memory regains! Turn in your benefactor threads for sweet loot, too! ))

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THURSDAY

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[photoshooter]

[All right. It's time. When Prompto finally drags himself out of bed this morning, he wraps Lucina's cape around his shoulders, takes a deep breath, and goes to face the emptiness of Room 12 and Room 2--Miki's and Lucina's vacant sleeping quarters. In Miki's, you might find him sitting against the wall, reading a letter in shaking hands. In Lucina's, he's parked his butt on the floor at the foot of her bed, hugging a bundle of dark clothing and crying as silently as he can.

You know, the usual.

He disappears for a while after that, but in late afternoon, he wanders into the tattoo parlor. He's still half-dedicated to the #Chloesthetic--he's wearing her shirt, still, and the wristbands he made out of the sleeves--but he finally, after three long weeks, has some godsdamned PANTS to wear, and by the Six, he's going to wear them.

He examines the equipment with a nervous, uncertain face while he tugs absently at his wristbands.

At dinnertime, Prompto's in the diner. He's quiet, as he largely has been all week, so one might not notice him make a stop by the jukebox before taking a table all the way at the opposite side of the diner to read his book. Then, it begins.

The fourth time it plays, you're thinking, whoa, someone just played the chocobo theme four times--or at least someone played it twice, but it's a really long song.

After seven chocobo themes in a row, suddenly... Justice Monsters, Assemble! And the sigh of relief has swept through the diner, etc., etc., you know how this goes. It's back to DOO doodoodoo doodoo doo dooooo, doo dooooo in an eyeblink, and you now have thirteen more plays of the chocobo theme to survive before it stops.

But Prompto, tucked away in the corner of the diner with his book in front of his face, one uneaten half of a grilled cheese still sitting on his plate, nursing an evening coffee, trying not to make a noise--Prompto, for the first time in a while, looks a little bit happy.]

Diner

[le_mat]

[akira had just wanted a nice diner of Burger as big as his Head (tm). He is a good nationally known terrorist that has never done anything wrong ever.

Once the song starts back up again-]

NO. FUCK THIS BITCH ASS SHIT-

[watch a nearly grown man tempt fate by slapping at the screen, and then by kicking at the machine. Thankfully he is self aware enough to just rock it, not actually harm it. And his rage is pretty damn hilarious. That not working he clambers over it till he can find the plug, his legs dangling]

WHAT THE FUCKING HELL IS A CHOCOBO SO I CAN FIND IT AND KILL IT!

[photoshooter]

[Ssssssnicker snicker snicker.

Prompto literally buries his nose in his book, but come on, Lord of the Rings isn't that funny.]

Diner

[in4apounding]

[Penny was just passing by, really, but the music caught her attention.]

Salutations, Prompto! Is this music from your world?

[photoshooter]

[He peeks at her furtively from over the top of his book.]

Whaaat makes you think it's from my world? Maybe someone else picked it.

Room 2

[theworldsliveliestcorpse]

[That awkward moment when you walk in ready to loot a dead person's room and find their crying boyfriend in there. Oh. Well shit this is awkward. Zombina was just coming in here to loot more of Lucina'a stuff. She even has the tiny car from Lucina's room with her to use to carry stuff. She even has her own other tiny car with her to carry even more stuff. That is why Zombina is stading with two tiny red cars in the doorway. WELP. Zombina wheels the two cars in and closes the door.

She goes over to the foot of Lucina's bed and crouches down in front of Prompto.]

So uh.... ya wanna talk and or be comforted, or do ya want me ta grab stuff and skeddadle? 'Cause you look like ya need a hug and a shoulder ta lean on Prompto-kun.

[photoshooter]

Oh. Um.

[With a shuddering breath, he presses one hand over his eyes and tries to master himself.]

I-it's okay, I'm almost done. You don't have to do anything, I just... heh. Everything happens so much, you know?

room 12

[quadjumps]

[ yuri sees that the door to miki's room is slightly ajar. he wasn't going to go in her room at all, but he sees prompto in there and makes his way inside.

he's holding something. ]

...What're you doing in here? You should leave.

[photoshooter]

[Anyone else, and Prompto might recoil. But it's Yuri. That's just how he talks, and Prompto looks up, eyes wet, but not actively crying, at least.]

She wrote us letters, Yuri...

Closed to Thomas

[photoshooter]

[Twenty plays of the chocobo theme and one rousing rendition of Justice Monsters later, Prompto's feeling... well, still not good, really, but better. Like something capable of facing the facts as they stand, here, if not facing himself.

That's what he tells himself, anyway, as he takes off Chloe's soft shirts and pulls on his full Crownsguard fatigues instead. The Lucian colors. The punk patches.

Now fully kitted out, Prompto knocks on Thomas's door and crosses his arms to wait.]

[andjerry]

[they both dress to make themselves feel stronger, Thomas will realize later, but right now he cracks his door and peeks out to see someone who might be here to protect all of them from the bad guy. He hesitates to open it further.]

What- are you here to protect someone?

Skate on Space Meeting

[keepmeinyourheart]

[A note will be left under everyone's door to let them know something fun was happening in the pool/ice rink area. And when they come in-

HAVE YOU EVER WANTED TO SKATE ON SPACE? WELL GUESS WHO RUINED THE POOL FOR EVERYONE TO DO JUST THAT.

Bathbombs and stuff from the art room are artfully put together (one would hope) to make the ice reflect what they are seeing outside. It's perfectly safe to skate on, and Luna is more than happy to encourage people to do so.

As long as Yuri gets the first turn since it is for him.]

[quadjumps]

[ yuri does not like the sound of this. something 'fun'? who fucked with his ice rink--

oh. ohhhhhh. he's just...standing in front of the ice rink in total awe. ]

What is this?!

[keepmeinyourheart]

[Luna, meanwhile, is beaming. He looks so surprised!]

Zombina and I had this idea that you might like to skate on the stars. We cannot bring the outside in here, but this is close enough. Do you like it?

[theworldsliveliestcorpse]

[Zombina's real damn proud of herself and Luna for managing to pull this off. She'd try skating herself, but doesn't want to risk an mood breaking limb detatchment. So she'll be hanging around for a while.]

Sooooo...? Whaddya think?

[ She gets a little bored later.

That is why she is currently sitting ontop of a christine junior tiny red car that has Totally A Zoombonie painted on it in a darker red. The Zombonie if you will, is currently rolling around on the ice, with an cackling zombie ontop. How you ask, is it being propelled? Simple. Glitter cannon propulsion technology. AKA She put it in the car and has the cannon sticking out the back, loading it and firing to move. Watch out for the glitter.]

Gahahahaaaaaaaaa! Make way for the Zombonie! Wooooo-hooo!

[keepmeinyourheart]

[ZOMBINA... Luna isn't sure what you are doing, but at least you're having fun!]

It Thursday, happ Thursday

[dejabrew]

...So where we left off last time, you had all valiantly battled your way to the end of the swampy catacombs and slayed the black dragon.

[Bolton's still wearing his DM costume, mostly because he doesn't have anything else other than his unitards, as he recaps the story with his hands.]

However, while there were some minor piles of treasure - enough for everyone to get about ten gold pieces - the famed riches of the Drow Pirate Roberts are nowhere to be found.

But there is a portal. A Large, arched doorway made of branches and stone. There is a gem, wrapped in vines, which glows blue, beating, like a heart in the center of the portal.

What do you do, adventurers?

[He hasn't addressed the absence of his little note taker who was at his side last time, nor the silence of Mars the Paladin. In a party this large, it's easy to overlook one missing voice, to start with. Mars' character sheet sits in front of him, next to Temerity's, stacked on top of the Drow Pirate Roberts'.]

[theundertaken]

...dude, do you need a pair of pants?

[He keeps getting clothes out of the dumbwaiter, how have you not]

[dejabrew]

What? What's wrong with my costume?

[That he's totally just wearing over the unitard.]

[le_mat]

Can I check it for traps?

[dejabrew]

Sure. Roll an investigation check.

[theworldsliveliestcorpse]

Helga updates her kickassepidia ta include new entries for all the shit she just killed the fuck outta!

[Very important stuff.]

[playthedamncard]

[Don't mind the actual dragon playing one of the dragonborns. This time, thankfully, he hasn't gotten dunked in blood! Thank god, because his might be the body found for people killing him for dripping on their sheets.] Hm...can I roll an Arcana check to see if Djibril might have come across something like this before, or has any insight as to whether we should or should not absolutely touch that gem?

[newcycle]

... Can I touch it?