week 1

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Week 1

[After the reveal of their handsome and well-dressed but stern-looking Overseer on Sunday, the Champions were left to their own devices in investigating the mall to their hearts' content. At around 10 pm every night the lights in all the shops will go down and the sturdy metal grates over the doors of the restaurants will go down. The stores will remain unlocked, though.

On Monday morning, a buzzing alarm chirps at them again from their PIPs at 7 am on the dot. There's also a pop-up message waiting for them: a notice announcing Xander will be holding office hours

Enjoy your week, Champions.]

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Comments

[daughterofthemark]

...Rii-san, please don't threaten him while at a disadvantage.

[you seem to have an unfortunate habit of doing that. please wait until you have a sword or something.]

starbucks

[myocordial]

[Heart eyes Yuuri's injury as he approaches. It definitely doesn't look good, but that's to be expected. It could have been far worse, really.]

You are certainly up and about again quickly.

[cyan_maid]

...

[She frowns, heaves a breath through her nose.]

I don't feel like crying. I've done enough crying. I just meant...in general. This is awful, but I'm not going to go into hysterics over it. [There's no point in crying anymore.]

[burninglight]

Oh, I’m not talking about appeals to sentiment or bargaining. I’m proposing outright psychological warfare.

[you have fucked up now, xander.]

[daughterofthemark]

That is what I shall do, then.

[Arianna you are excessively happy about this invitation. She sits.]

How is your hand?

[cyan_maid]

It'd be easier to...[She gestures, not really wanting to say "put numbers or serial codes on us if they wanted to do that", because that's really fucked up???] I mean, there's other methods that would make more sense.

[neverheardofhim]

You know, as a matter of fact... [For a moment, Varric almost looks menacing. He lifts the needle up into the air, its point vaguely facing Junpei's direction. His wrist twitches, moves and --

stops just short of his own ear.]

This is a shitty angle for this, you know?

[motherfucking_ghost]

Champion Champion. If they want a deathmatch, why not like...champ kung fu fighter, versus champ kickboxer, versus champ sniper?

[desperateprayer]

N-No...! It needs to be evenly cooked...!

[ OH MY GOD DOES SHE NEED TO TEACH YOU TO COOK. ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

...Feels like just a week ago, I might've given you a different answer.

[Or seven months ago. Whatever. Time is a government conspiracy.]

I don't think it's ever possible to predict what people are going to do. But you're not wrong, either. At least... spending time with them, you might be able to get a sense for who they are.

[He lifts the balloon to show her a passable rendering of Xander's eternally frowning face.]

What do you think, did I get his nose right?

[cyan_maid]

But that's if they want a death match. This is more...death mall.

[motherfucking_ghost]

That's what people do when they wanna impress someone at the bar! Show off a scar and make up a cool story about it. So you can make up a cool story about yours if you want. How'm I gonna know it's not real?

[serrata]

Don't be silly, Arianna-chan. I don't have to threaten him.

[ he already knows she wants to knife him! :) ]

After all, they're not here, are they?

[desperateprayer]

...Yeah. That's... That's good, at least.

[ ...She hopes it lasts. ]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Less death, more mall. Like Big Brother, but with death, and flaming swords, and a mall.

[desperateprayer]

I'm fine.

[ ...She very clearly does not sound fine. ]

[neverheardofhim]

[For a long moment, Varric was quiet, as if perhaps considering the best way to tell Ardyn to take his vicious game elsewhere. But the dwarf smiles, and there's a sharp edge to it.

You didn't survive Kirkwall, and you sure as hell didn't survive in the Guild if you didn't play dirty.]

Consider me fully on board.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Once more, with feeling:] Rich people.

[He sets his mannequin down for a moment so he can lean on it while he chats.]

Caulfield, right? Like in that book?

[cyan_maid]

[She just. Thinks about that mishmash and sighs.]

God...this whole place is really stupid. Awful and scary and stupid.

[myocordial]

Ha... Fair enough. You're more than entitled to it at this point, I think. I'm not much for prying but you certainly know how to make people curious, Ardyn Lucis Caelum Tenmyouji Wakasa Church of Caledonia.

[...............he just said that whole thing so casually.]

[burninglight]

I’m liable to have more scars than tales I can make up, I’m afraid.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Do you mean, like, a business suit? Because I feel like that's extra points in Tony's direction. He would.

[serrata]

... Alright.

[ Her shoulders sag a bit. Looks like she's too tired to really put up a fight. ]

As soon as things have settled down a little, I'll go and speak to him. I promise.

[daughterofthemark]

I meant that moreso in general...

[helladoptera]

[ you have no idea how long i have been waiting to say this: ]

What book?

[ Guess what doesn't fucking exist in Life Is Strange ]