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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Motive: Eye of a Hurricane

[theoverseeing]

[Tuesday again? No proble- okay no, Tuesday is always a problem. CECE's voice comes out of the PIPs today after the morning announcement.]

Champions, please gather in the cafeteria at noon for an announcement from your Overseers.

[After last week’s non-appearance from the Overseers it seems like things are back on track with CECE’s late morning announcement. At noon exactly the doors to the other side of the station open and Rox and Blaze step out as they have almost every week for six weeks. Blaze still looks a little worse for wear with his eyepatch and a deep frown etched onto his face. Rox looks tense and focused despite her sharkish smile, and even the mostly healed cut on her cheek from Chloe back in week 2 looks irritated.]

Great, now that you're all here, it's time for a motive.

[Surprisingly, she's looking at them and not at her phone (although it is still present and visible in her hand).]

This week, your motive is- drumroll, please? [She looks over at Blaze, who glowers at her.] No? That's fine. The motive for this week is, if no one dies by the end of the week then all your home worlds will be completely annihilated.

[She grins, tight and controlled.]

Any questions?

[le_mat]

...you're so full of shit.

[...that's not a question, 'Kira. ]

[theoverseeing]

We’ll see if you still think that at week’s end, Trickster.

[le_mat]

Kurusu Akira, actually. Getting desperate to get the Ultimate Champion by now, huh? Ready to get outta this pit? You can't do worse to my world then it's already gone through, so unless you have something more interesting...

[Bye Felicia]

[theoverseeing]

Your world includes your precious little friends, Trickster. So unless you’re saying you’re willing to see them completely obliterated too, you’d better be careful with your tone, sweetie.

[le_mat]

You don't get it, do you? I don't believe you.

In a universe where people still have cellphones and karaoke machines and arcades I don't buy that you can fucking Death Star worlds just because a teenager sassed you once. I don't think you have the power, or more likely I don't think you have the authority.

Yeah, I would die for my friends. I'd fight for them. They're my family, not even mentioning, you know, my actual family. But I know each one of them would rather spit in your face before asking me to go against our code to save them. Especially for such a half ass threat as that.

So just give it up.

[theoverseeing]

Is that so? Let’s see...

[She taps a couple times on her phone. The windows on one half of the cafeteria shutter themselves and turn into a screen. The telescopic view at first looks exactly the same, but it zooms in on an innocuous, earth-like planet.]

This is Quason-Nine. There are three point five million sentient organisms on this planet. Say hello, Trickster.

[Then she swipes her finger across her screen. The station rumbles, and from somewhere below the cafeteria a green laser fires out into space. A flash of green light fills the screen before the trail of light is faded from the windows, and the planet explodes into dust.]

...And Goodbye.

[playthedamncard]

Oh no. All those digital people on those digital screens in this digital world.

Whatever will we do. However shall we go on.

[theoverseeing]

[It seems that that’s too stupid a statement to dignify with a response.]

[le_mat]

[He's not as detatched as Kaiba, he never has been and can never hope to be. He knows, logically, that it's likely fake.

He also knows it's might not be. That he might have killed a whole world. Only his PIP records his blood pressure spiking, his skin breaking into sweat. But it's too far to falter now, so he squares his shoulders, one good eye set]

I'm not afraid of you anymore.

[And this time he does turn, and leaves]

I'm gonna make lunch, anyone want something?

[playthedamncard]

I'm dying for a good steak. [see what he did there]

[le_mat]

[He makes a sharp barking noise that mighta been intended as a laugh, but his throat is too dry to manage it]

That's the best damn idea you've ever had.

[playthedamncard]

Oof, you're selling me short, Trickster. [He says it in an incredibly mocking way.] Maybe the best idea I've had so far today, though.

[le_mat]

Nope. Ever. Card games can't beat steak.

[dejabrew]

Yeah, okay. Thanks, Dr. Evil.

[Surprise, guess who’s from 1997 proper now!!]

[in4apounding]

I don't think she's ever been to medical school, Mister Bolton.

[Three, two, one-]

....or. Is that another movie thing?

[lmafo]

I mean my friends'll wipe the fuckin floor with you but knock yourself out, I guess.

[playthedamncard]

[People Kaiba should really stop sassing: Rox Petuu. People Kaiba will continue to sass: Rox Petuu.]

Someone's looking a little worse for wear, and for once, it's not any of the guys that lost an eye.

[in4apounding]

That-

[A case study; how quickly one (1) android can go from gut-twisting fear to boiling hot anger.]

That's not fair! None of those people are part of your stupid game you- YOU!

[unhappylittletrees]

[Jamie listens to the motive quietly, feeling a cold stab of terror in his heart at the threat...then nothing. He's done. He's just done.]

...No.

[He pulls up the hood of Max's worn blue hoodie over his head, pulls the drawstrings tight and leaves.]