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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[motherfucking_ghost]

[He picks at the food a bit, not disagreeing about the morose-ness of it. Every time a conversation turns toward 'what if it's true', it twists a little more. The AI all knew him. Called his forgotten name, the one on the profile. Standing among them, feeling--feeling next to whole. Knowing full well now how right Wash had been. And knowing the holes left behind. And the holes Epsilon would never be able to fill.

What a cold and broken hallelujah for Church. And the Chosen Kid can't think of a worse violation? Despite everything he's probably had to face down?]

It's gotta come up. Even if nobody's got any answers for it.

[refusedtoleave]

Xander- It's his job to make sure that we only die because another killed us. [She scoffs.]

Don't pick at it! [That's what she's taking from this.]

[imnotfat]

[Definitely not, Pyrrha, hah]

I suppose this makes this place feel more hospitable than it did before.

[Having his brand placed right there is something he likes, and that's it. That flag is the one good thing this accursed mall has]

[refusedtoleave]

Then why are you making such a display of trying to get to know someone?

[motherfucking_ghost]

What, that asshole came to you? God damn it, he needs to mind his own damn business! [He's too tired to get loud, but at least he's vehement.]

And I'm not picking at it, it's still wrapped, see! It's fine. It'll...be fine! It's fine. ...Thanks for checking up on me.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Hellooooooooooooo nurse! [Cheeky grin. A tired one, but definitely there.]

[imnotfat]

Why you...!

[He came here to tell Nari she was stupid, and he's feeling so attacked right now]

Just finish your coffee already.

[Later he went to tell the much more antagonistic Church he was an idiot, and it went much smoother than this. How the hell did you do this, Nari]

[burninglight]

[SIGH]

If you insist. I'm not one to talk about unhealthy coping mechanisms, I suppose.

[burninglight]

...


I am suddenly finding myself wondering even more why I bother to help you.

[cyan_maid]

I'll take a good look and bring you some when I get some aspirin for you, then.

[She likely comes back in like an hour after she leaves, whenever that is, with coffee and aspirin, so no worries there.]

[imnotfat]

...take a guess which topic is not welcome from now on.

[He trapped himself in this logic circle, therefore the only way to end it is to demand Natsuhi to change topics, hah]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Maybe distance is good. A little distance so she can catch her breath and he can stop feeling weird that she had such an extreme reaction to something genuinely innocent. Maybe don't use any nicknames to her face. Which would mean learning to say her name without mangling it. Shit.

He makes it to the closest place that could dispense beverages, a cup of water, some ice in it, even sticks a straw in so she doesn't have to hold it steady if she's not...steady.]

Here. Just--sit. Here, sit on the blankets, get comfy.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Because maybe you don't hate people as much as you claim? Beats me why you even helped. You keep saying how big and bad you are and then you go have an existential crisis and break down from humanity, so.

[cyan_maid]

Oh, don't get me wrong, I love skirts, too, but if I've got places to be and things to do I don't want to get caught or snagged on something.

Food Court

[imnotfat]

You're not likely to find any of that.

[This food court sucks, Choromatsu]

...although I do recall some rice in that Garden place. Other than that you're not going to have much luck.

[daughterofthemark]

Goodness...

My apologies, Lady Consequence. Thank you once more, and please, take care of yourself.

[burninglight]

If I could explain it, I would. But I have no more answers than anyone else. [He walked over and sat down, holding out his hand.] Shut up and give me your arm.

[motherfucking_ghost]

You don't have any answers about why you decided to help? [Maybe he's being petulant, not readily giving over his arm, but maybe a motherfucker wants some answers.]

[a10tionplz]

[The power of love is indeed a curious thing.]

Suppose they wouldn't just leave us something that could be an easy ticket out, no.

[a10tionplz]

I should hope so. I'm a time traveler.

[burninglight]

No, I don't.

[just gonna keep holding his hand out you immature fuck]

[refusedtoleave]

What are those types of names like?

[refusedtoleave]

I got a lecture on what his duties are as our keeper.

Ah. [Is that a hint?] You must be tired.

[refusedtoleave]

It is a topic you brought up.

[You think that's going to work on someone twice your age?]

[a10tionplz]

Well. Yeah, that's kind of the point of disguises. So people don't notice that kind of thing.