week 1

[airlockedmods]

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.]

Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday

Comments

[misanthropicprinciple]

I'm not hand-feeding you Dippin' Dots, you enormous second-grader. Deposit into your own gullet.

[He just comes in and sets one of the little cartons on Church's chest, keeps the other one for himself.]

I wasn't sure what your favorite flavor is, so I went with cookies and cream. Everyone likes cookies and cream.

[serrata]

So, he's hiding, then. Like a coward. I can't really say I'm surprised.#

[ damn, Rii-san, that was cold. ]

I wonder when he'll show his face again.

[cyan_maid]

Aw shucks, you don't have to worry about that. If the supplies are available to me, I like to make it look nice, but it is definitely meant for eating.

[daughterofthemark]

Perhaps it would be best if we were more organized. We could hold another meeting, perhaps. Work out schedules for responsibilities.

[myocordial]

I think considering the circumstances, someone would have been happy to bring you anything you asked for.

[Yuuri. Yuuri, please.]

I admit, I'm no expert when it comes to the recovery process, but... Are you sure this is wise?

[serrata]

Yes! Perfect. It looks just as punchable as the real thing.

[ She certainly hopes you're listening, Xander. ]

I don't know if you'll be able to punch this one, but I'm sure popping it'll be just as satisfying. Or you could stomp on it, if you really want. That's good for getting the angst out, too.

[ ... are... are you having fun with this, Yuuri... ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

So you're... taking apart half the store?

[Junpei squints, then moves to ostensibly browse the contents of the computer station. His attention's still on Ardyn.]

Tell me you're not making another bomb.

[everylittlesecret]

... I don't know... I barely know Church, but it hurt to even think about betraying him... And I think I knew he'd do the same?

[It's strange to have feelings like this over a still practical stranger.]

I just hope he doesn't hate me... I think Xander wants us to turn on each other.

[cyan_maid]

Right? It sucks up all the crazy possibilities of what could be out there and says nope, all you get is a desert and lightsaber noises and some guy surfing in on a wave of barbeque sauce with frosted tips and sunglasses on the back of his head.

[motherfucking_ghost]

It is an affront to good taste and all of humanity.

[everylittlesecret]

As long as they know to take it in stride, it's all good.

[tokencanadian]

Well... no one can run on no energy. No matter who you are.

[She stifles a quiet yawn, setting her cup down.]

But I haven't been sleeping well either, so I wont preach to you.

[serrata]

Well, would you like something to take your mind off of it, either way?

[everylittlesecret]

..... maybe we'd be too afraid to run when we hears those boots.

[See future thread of pain]

[misanthropicprinciple]

So you're getting coffee to feel... less jittery.

[But he doesn't say it in a judging way or anything. Just, man, Wakasa. He considers her for a moment, then waves her towards the closet table.]

Come on, have a seat. What do you want? Fair warning, I'm not much of a barista, but I can at least get you a sandwich and press a button on a thing.

[burninglight]

I’ll put it back together. I simply find working with machinery helps me think. Usually.

[serrata]

Is what wise?

[ beaaaaaaaam.

Come on Yuuri, a blind man could tell you're playing dumb right now. ]

[desperateprayer]

Mm. Maybe.

[ She's pretty sure no one will want to see her. Gotta take out their frustrations and anger on the first target that presents itself, after all. ]

[daughterofthemark]

...I find him difficult to predict.

[She sure didn't predict he was a torture asshole!]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Ahah.

[Ahahaha, we're not nervous about needles here, no sirree.]

You know, game like this is the last place I'd imagine wanting to play with self-modification. We don't even have any proper medical equipment, how are you going to sterilize that before you stick it through your skin?

[motherfucking_ghost]

Cream is overrated. [He sticks out his tongue. Like an enormous second-grader. But this box is his now!] ...But now I have this mental image of dipping my arm into ice cream and how good that might feel.

[everylittlesecret]

[Sick and injured right here. To a degree.]

Thanks...?........ just a little confused. I made you cry, and you're bringing me presents.

[daughterofthemark]

Ah! Did you have something in mind?

[DON'T BE A KNIFE DON'T BE A KNIFE DON'T BE A KNIFE]

[tokencanadian]

You must certainly trust him then. [She actually smiles a little.] that's good... isn't it?

[Ah... she nods.]

I'm sure of it. How else is he going to expect us to start killing each other for his sick amusement?

[everylittlesecret]

[Coffee is going to be grabbed and drunk and soon regretted because now she's even more jittery. Worth it]

Combination... I made the bomb, he made the timer and Rainbow Brite.