Week 5

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Week 5

[In a tragic yet seemingly inevitable turn of fate, the Champions have lost Zombina this week. OsoKaramatsu and Korra, too, are gone, both having fallen in their attempts to help their fellow Champions out of terrible circumstances.

Again, the Champions will find themselves experiencing strange dreams on Sunday night, until they're awakened by C.E.C.E.'s announcement. This is all starting to become routine.]

Congratulations, Champions! By surviving your third trial, you have unlocked the fourth floor of the ship. A new mini map has been added to your P.I.P.!

[The trash compactor is completely shiny and new again. In addition, the profiles on the P.I.P.s still inticate that Karamatsu is dead. Because of course he is, right?

Fuck you.]


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(( Welcome to Week 5! Don't forget to check in and submit your memory regains! Turn in your benefactor threads for sweet loot, too! ))

Comments

[playthedamncard]

[Kaiba's good with his hands, even with shitty nerve damage and the cold, long fingers working carefully to unwrap everything as Akira had.

Bad enough to see it on himself. To see it mirrored back on Akira, that someone else had to suffer for his foolish pride, makes him forget how to breathe for a moment.]

[le_mat]

[Akira was lucky in that his nose didn't end up damaged like Kaiba's had- but he pays for that luck in the wound trailing up into his hairline from Petuu's upswing. Otherwise the scene is about the same- red hot skin and char and... well.]

Y-you know, they say chicks dig battle damage....

[playthedamncard]

[Breathe. Shit. Akira was there for him, time to return the favor.] I think you're going to have to rely on your charm and wit rather than your looks from now on. But imagine the story you can tell.

[le_mat]

Good thing I have those in spades.

[For all his cocky bluster, his good eye is narrowed, like he's fighting the need to close it and hide]

[playthedamncard]

...We're going to get out of here, and we're going to be fine. [If he says it often enough, eventually it's got to be true.

He gently brushes away some of Akira's mop-like hair from both sides of his face.]

There might be side effects. They'll be temporary. We'll recover, and we'll take the next step from there.

[le_mat]

[This time he does close his eye, focusing on the light touch of fingertips. He wants Kaiba to be right. Hell, he had said it himself to him and to others.

Cognition. The world is what we believe it is. If he gave up heart now, he might as well have not survived at all. He nods]

Yeah. I'm not done yet.

[playthedamncard]

I'm going to keep my word, you know. If you decide to do something stupid, I'm going to talk you down. Because if we're going to do something stupid, it's going to be together, apparently.

[le_mat]

[His lips quirk up at that, looking away with a bout of nerves]

You better. Come on, lets get these wrapped back up.

[playthedamncard]

Right. It looks-- [Fine? No. Not the word.] It doesn't look infected, at any right. They've been taking good care of us. We just have to make sure to keep up with it.

[Talking about it as though it were some routine injury helps. Like it's nothing to panic about, like it's nothing that's going to damage them for life. He takes great care in wrapping Akira back up.]

[le_mat]

Getting sick after all this would be pretty stupid. Should be able to go back to our rooms by tomorrow I think.

[Once he's done, Akira does the same]

[playthedamncard]

Maybe you should ask Olguin to give you a haircut before you go showing off your new face to everyone.

[le_mat]

Excuse you I have never cut or brushed my hair even once in my life and I'm not about to start now.

[Obviously he has, but he does look over at the slightly more reflective nearby chrome, pushing back his hair to get an idea of how it'd look. No matter what he does it's going to grow uneven, so better to embrace it, yeah? Between that and his lack of glasses, it's more of his face then he's ever shown in the station.]