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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[burninglight]

...An apology?

[record scratch]

Whatever for?

[burninglight]

[Lost in thought and focused on this particular tablet he was dismantling, Ardyn did something that confused even him; immediately fumbled the screwdriver in his hand at the noise.]

Oh-...e-er...hello. What is it?

[refusedtoleave]

Nothing has happened yet...

[a10tionplz]

Yeeeees, yes you are. Much calmer, I can see.

[The, uh. The tongue thing is literally happening, right.]

Practically a different person, really. Well. In fairness, that's going around bit. I don't mean to pry, but you've not been using the cleaning supplies recreationally, have you? Because I can professionally recommend against that.

[burninglight]

...That's different.

[ARDYN]

And you are...?

[burninglight]

R...right. Ah--well, you'll know where to find me if there should be anything else?

[today was godsdamned weird.]

[everylittlesecret]

[Not going to tug. No alerting the Overdick. Nari reaches out and takes Syo's hand.]

This is between you and me, Geni.

[She'll just electrocute you slightly stronger than the cuff did. At least it's quick, just a kick.]

Universe

[a10tionplz]

Having fun, then?

[nightcure]

... You okay there?

[desperateprayer]

[ ...She is still not used to being called pretty in any sense so um. ????? ]

...Um... She's all right, yes? I know she yelled and... I'm guessing you're all right from how you're acting...

[ ...The whole nickname is still not computing okay. ]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[He takes a half step back, just to bring a little bit of distance, less scary big guy sneaking up on an innocent girl.] I mean--we're safe as long as we don't kill each other, and who really wants to do that? Mall full of food and clothes and shit, c'mon.

And it's, uh. I mean we're working on it. [He doesn't need her caught up in stuff. More than she already is.] I prefer Church, just, by the way. For a name. Rather than--what it says on my profile.

[motherfucking_ghost]

No, I was-- [He doesn't like answering to it, because it makes him think of too many voices and the feeling of coming home and he suddenly wants to empty his very human stomach.] I was already getting up and saw you go by. Are you doing some training? Gonna fight the Grimm aliens from inside a mall? [A strain of a smile, now that they know...everyone's from different times, different worlds.]

[ratherdoweddings]

That's true, but nobody wants anyone to die, so why wouldn't we be trying to escape instead?

[daughterofthemark]

Yes, very much!

[She ducks out of the frame, and crouches. Waiting... waiting...]

[daughterofthemark]

...if Sir Junpei's theory is correct, it may not be a trick.

[imnotfat]

We'll have around...four weeks, at most.

[Hm. Looks like using Ardyn's help isn't much of an option. He's so disappointed in you.

It's good he's not saying that to Ardyn's face]

Fine. Let's leave aside your technological expertise. Is there anything else you're specially good at?

[Yeah, he's trying to see what else he could get people around here to do. Never let it be said Togami doesn't work hard]

[daughterofthemark]

Could we perhaps be mispronouncing it? Nor. No-her. Nar.

[burninglight]

That's a highly specific number. How badly are you expecting this to go by then?

[He frowned, crossing his arms.]

I have a wide and varied range of talents. What do you need?

[burninglight]

Nepotism, or just being stupid enough to manipulate.

[daughterofthemark]

He seems... inconsistent.

[myocordial]

[One thing that's probably very noticeable around the kiosks is that one of them looks a little... different, suddenly. That is to say, Scarftacular is really showing off the merchandise. The scarves are kind of... scattered around, draped over every available surface. The culprit is still at the scene, as Heart is just in the Kiosk's doorway, admiring his handiwork. Seriously there's no meaningful pattern here, it just looks like a mess. It's... colorful, though?

Later on he can be found wandering the food court. He has no particular destination in mind, it seems, just curiously considering each individual store.

Even later than that, Heart spends a lot of time in Universe. He's looking at the tablets specifically. Not taking one, but simply looking. Somehow, the look on his face almost seems... nostalgic.]

[tokencanadian]

[Oh. Right.

She'd been especially interesting in that thought process after discovering she was missing 80% of her hair and had no idea why she was called a pirate.

Now though... She sits up on the edge of her bed, looking off into the dark corner where the figure just was. Staring long enough that she hoped it would come back.]

...He has has experience with this before. There is definitely something wrong here- like I'm missing something. And if that's true, then it's probably true for all of us. [and that worries her.]

I think you're right Yurika. And I think Xander and his bosses are to blame.

[daughterofthemark]

So then it must be at least... what is the thirteenth month called in your land?

[imnotfat]

[Bring it on, Syo!]

You should broaden your horizons. I implore you to consider that.

[...all things considered, it may be a good time she's overdramatic, he thinks. He may completely serious, but it's good she has a lot of patience]

[imnotfat]

Yes, exactly. They're right over there, that way.

[He points behind him, and hopes he remembers the layout of the place correctly. He'd hate to be pointing at an empty wall or something like that]

...what year is it? Answer me that.