week 6

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Week 6

[Six weeks. Twenty-three Champions whittled down to just seven. Where the halls of the station once felt crowded and loud now they're empty and echo when someone speaks too loudly. Again, the Champions will find themselves experiencing strange dreams on Sunday night but outside of the usual wake-up call there is no new floor announcement from CECE.

Like the trash compactor last week, the infirmary is pristine and sterile once again. As if nothing had ever happened.]


Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday



(( Welcome to Week 6! Don't forget to submit your memory regains and turn in your benefactor threads for sweet loot, too! There's going to be no AC this week.))

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[le_mat]

[Considering everything, Akira is having a good day. Or as good a day as he can have with everything. After finding his Joker outfit with Penny, he's decided to wear it the rest of the day. He can be found most anywhere playing with the coattails, enjoying the click of the heel on the chrome, or tugging on his gloves. He can even be seen in the Zero-G room. practicing his flips and shit.

Just all and all, a day for feeling as extra as possible.

Once he's calmed down a bit, he hangs around the cafeteria, playing with the other thing he's found: his phone. It's hard not to notice the 'taptaptap' of fast practiced typing, though he is frowning at something on it.

...though you might spot him in a very specific pose before the click-whirl of a pic being taken.

By the end of the day he decides that he is done being a child of the modern age for a bit, and heads to the library- there's a specific book he wants now that the Lord of the Rings is done... and while he's still having issues reading, he's damn well going to try.]

[le_mat]

I guess that makes sense. Just gotta be the most over the top to be on top.

[le_mat]

...

[He adds the garlic to the pan]

...does the idea of being stolen out of your body bother you?

[After their talk about the afterlife, he wonders. Their minds/souls being made into puppets is a terrifying thought, even if it's one they can't prove.

....the ghosts showing up later won't make this better]

[le_mat]

No.

[Said easily and with conviction]

No, no way Petuu has that kind of power.

[in4apounding]

A JRPG is an Earth thing, right?

[Penny briefly looks him over in the coat before applauding quietly.]

Very dramatic! It looks really-

[She takes a second to think.]

Swoosh. It looks 'swoosh'.

[le_mat]

Swoosh... I like that, it's fitting.

[He swooshes the coattails dramatically]

zero-g

[playthedamncard]

[Holy shit sorry there is only one extra coated motherfucker here who's allowed to exist!!! No but Kaiba sees the flash of mostly black whirl by outside the room, and...that...sure is an outfit. It looks very dramatic and fluid. He approves, good buddy.]

Got something flashy out of the dumbwaiter, did you?

[playthedamncard]

I've already been trapped in virtual worlds, had people try to steal my body out from under me, and my soul stolen away several times. [all because of children's card games] So yes. It bothers me. Willingly uploading your consciousness, or willingly adding your mindset, your soul, to a network- that's different. That has consent to it, at any rate.

[playthedamncard]

I could have been a normal stuffy suit. And just because I have day to day business suits doesn't mean I'm stuffy in the slightest. Just another worker, just another business owner, concerned with making the most money the easiest way possible. But I wouldn't have liked where I would have ended up, who I would have had to become to do so.

Some suggest it's just overcompensation. I think we both know that's not true.

[le_mat]

[He stares down at the skillet, at the garlic slowly browning and starting to smell nice, brow furrowed]

There's something about even doing it willingly that scares the shit outta me.

cafeteria

[playthedamncard]

[gee who left this box of weirdly orange cereal out in the hall, clearly it belongs in the cafeteria, with the food, out on a table, for people to see, in case someone wants to eat it!]

[in4apounding]

Hella swoosh. Exactly like that.

[playthedamncard]

...I think that's only logical. Sane, even.

Having it taken away from you, all your physical agency, being reduced to nothing more than a thoughts in a void, it's not pleasant. And being trapped in a virtual world for years can warp what's left of your mind. Experienced the former, witnessed the latter.

At least if you remove 'you' from 'yourself' willingly, you have the option to go back whenever you want.

[le_mat]

[He grabs one of the handholds, planting his feet and feeling very Impressive with his coattails waving in the air from the momentum]

Penny's dumbwaiter, actually. But yes.

[playthedamncard]

Is that your domestic terrorist outfit? [He takes a small leap from the edge of the doorway, and his coattails billow out dramatically before he pushes off from the opposite wall and twirls in the air.] No wonder you like my outfit. Must have reminded you of home.

[le_mat]

[Just two bros being extra in zero gravity, five feet apart cuz they're not gay]

Yes and yes. You'd think the coat would be a little much for sneaking, but I like it.

[Considering it's literally what his Cognition thinks a 'rebel' looks like, he kinda can't NOT like it]

[playthedamncard]

Black is at least excellent for sneaking. My white is good for grabbing attention. I don't have to sneak around.

cafeteria

[lmafo]

[ DIVES IN TO PHOTOBOMB ONE OF HIS SELFIES this is a very responsible use of her void sneaky powers ]

[le_mat]

[WOW RUDE. He doesn't even notice till he looks at the pic]

Wha-Roxy!

[lmafo]

Wow look at that, a one hundred percent certified fox showed up in one of your selfies. I hear that's good luck, and you should feel hella blessed.

[ :3c ]

[playthedamncard]

[Early in room 22, Kaiba has retrieved some scissors and is staring intently in the bathroom mirror, his now odd-angled bangs between fingers. Even does a few snips, an attempt to even out the sides, but he's not happy with the work, or happy with much of anything.

Later, when he's out and about, he's a little less bandaged and a little more patchy, with a haircut to boot. Whatever damaged skin is still visible still looks bad, but healing. It's going to take time to heal into whatever nasty scar tissue it's going to, but it's not infected at any rate. He doesn't appear self-conscious of his image, but neither does he call any attention to it. He adds more tributes to the yard sard and downs some coffee and calls it a fucking day.

jk this is kaiba what is rest After the...debacle in the cafeteria yesterday, Kaiba is going to do an experiment, because he is a scientist, damn it, and reproducible results are a must. He counts himself lucky that nothing had happened in the infirmary, and he's not about to take his chances in the trash compactor, so he goes to the pool to see if any more of these ghostly apparitions appear.

Whether anything happens at the pool or not, he ends up in the art room sketching out some people and scenes, some fantastic monsters and some distinctly not. If, later on, you happen by the memorial wall, some of these sketches are taped up by each and every name. Apparently someone decided to associate some cards from a certain game with everyone, if the style is anything to go by--though any names or descriptions are left out.

At some point, he specifically seeks out Bolton. Why? Because it's Thursday. Surely they can't break D&D tradition now...

Later, in the evening, he leaves a note under the remaining survivors' doors: Meet for movies tonight.

It's a bit sappy and friendly for him, but it's what Max would've wanted. He doesn't believe anyone left would be willing to kill for a shoddy motive like this, but keeping people as together as they can be, at least for a time... Well, if they aren't going to tabletop, it's the next best thing, right? So in the media room, and in true Thanksgiving fashion, it's a meta analysis of plot holes in classic science fiction movies, for as long as they like.]

[airlockedmods]

[While he's alone in the library, there's a sound of a girl panting and whimpering in pain, and then a scream and the wet sound of a blade sliding into flesh.]

[le_mat]

[he freezes, eye wide, and at once plasters himself to a bookcase, as if expecting a Shadow to pounce. Now hidden, he slinks towards the sound- Marisa's insistence of ghosts in his head]

[airlockedmods]

[By the time he gets there, the scene is familiar: a dead girl lies slumped against the far wall, a wound in her chest and blood spilling down her front.

Miki Naoki is (still) dead.]

[le_mat]

[his breath stutters as he moves to her side, slower then he did when this happened for real, but he ends up kneeling in the same spot.

He knows she's no ghost. If she was surely her head would roll up. She'd poke him in the forehead. 'Why weren't you there? You were there every other night, why not when I -needed you-?'

But she doesn't. He reaches to touch her hand, sure he will reach nothing, but having to try]

Oh Miki... I... I'm so sorry...