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.))

Comments

[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.