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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[desperateprayer]

[ In the morning, Clarith will awaken bright and early to make breakfast in Fourt's since it seems the most equipped to do this. She's in good spirits despite the situation, and once she's cooked she'll set out the veritable buffet as best she can. It took her a bit to figure out how things worked, but she managed. She'll get herself a plate and even enjoy company!

After that, though, she'll be found in Moonglow browsing clothes, looking for a suitable dress. She's not really big on the glittery theming, but she's managing. She eventually settles on a green dress and runs back toward the food court after she sniffs out the blankets and decides to use one as a towel.

There, she can be found in the showers. It takes a bit for her to figure things out, but she does eventually. The girls who enter will probably find her afterward for a brief window of time, hair wet and well... They'll find she's covered in scars. A lot of them, and all of them very different. You wouldn't notice normally, because she normally wears clothes that hide them, but here she is before the green gown is put on.

After this, she'll peer into ChocoLIT briefly because she likes chocolate and eventually Universe. She's fascinated especially by the latter, honestly. The technology is far above what she's used to, and with wide, hungry eyes, she seems to timidly be trying to figure things out. ]

showers. because I like suffering I guess

[induality]

[It took Fukawa a while to find them because-- this place left her with a lot of conflicting feelings she didn't understand. And it was more than just the damn horrible design, although she couldn't place just why that was.

She honestly didn't want to even be here once she realized where she was.

If she hadn't seen Clarith, she probably would have turned right back around. Worse, she couldn't unsee what she already had. After all that she's been through, why did she feel it necessary to stand up for the people helping put this game together. It makes Fukawa mad. The person who deserved that kindness wasn't him, if someone like her was suffering.

...oh.

Oh hell. She's just standing here. Staring.

...her face goes red and she tuuuuuurns around.]

S-sorry I'll c-come back later.

[OKAY, OKAY BYE...]

[desperateprayer]

W-Wait! Miss Fukawa!

[ ...She learned to use the profiles. ]

...I promised to speak to you, did I not?

[ It's. Complicated. She has a lot of feelings. She's at least wrapping her blanket around herself? ]

[induality]

[Fukawa blinks. Ah. Oh. Great. They're doing this now.]

Y-yeah but that's... you don't have to. I mean it's not like it matters what I think. A-and even if you did n-now is... it's a bad time, right?

[Is she rambling? She's rambling.]

[desperateprayer]

It's fine. Let me just put on my dress.

[ She can do that pretty fast, which she will, but she's noted that... Fukawa probably saw the scars. ]

There. Will you talk to me?

[induality]

[Well that's-- it's better, yeah.]

...if you want.

fourt's

[curdle]

[ She didn't eat yesterday, so by the time Monday morning comes around and Thomasin finally pulls herself together to investigate the food court, she's groggy and distant-minded enough to just sort of witlessly gravitate to the nearest appetizing smell! And it does smell good here. She'd probably think so even if it hadn't been... how long, then, has it been since she last ate? They'd had nothing the day Caleb vanished, nor the next, and then... so it must be four days, if Xander can be believed. Strange, that she didn't even think to do it on Sunday.

By the time she's realizing this, she's also close enough to see Clarith with the food and remember why she came here -- to make her own. This woman (nun??) cooked for herself and owes her nothing. Time to salvage the situation! Thomasin blinks slowly. ]

God give you good morrow.

[ nailed it ]

[desperateprayer]

Good morning, Miss Thomasin. I made breakfast for whoever wants it. I'm... Used to cooking for more than just myself.

[ Read: it's actually comforting to cook for people and otherwise she might start to lose it and break down at this situation. ]

[curdle]

Truly?

[ It's very obvious from the hesitance in her expression that she's not just being polite -- she truly didn't expect any such offer -- but also that if it's genuine she's not going to decline. She hunger. She hunger so much, in fact, she's not even stopping to wonder why she knows her name. ]

That would be a kindness. I suppose at a convent, 'twould be simpler.

[ thomasin you don't know anything about real catholicism let alone vocaloid monastic orders who are you kidding ]

[desperateprayer]

Mm, I don't mind, either way.

[ Likes: being useful. ]

So please, enjoy. It might not be the best, I'm still learning everything here and how to cook with it, but it's at least decent.

[curdle]

Well... it smells wonderful. [ Smiling, unlike eggs, is not on the table now, but Thomasin's face relaxes. ] Thank you, [ and she is absolutely going to hell no matter what, so this seems like little enough of a politeness to add ] Sister.

[ And with no more fanfare, she makes her way over to the food, takes a plate, and starts to demurely load it up. Notably, despite obviously trying to be as well-mannered as possible, she doesn't give the forks a second glance. ]

The kitchens are strange to you too, then?

universe

[motherfucking_ghost]

This is some top of the line stuff. Like...really top of the line. Like I'm not sure I've got anything quite this good back home. Maybe next year. I dunno, I'm a little out of the loop.

[desperateprayer]

...Nothing like this exists to me. It's... It's like a magical device, except I can kind of actually understand magic. My mother was a shaman...

[motherfucking_ghost]

...You have actual magic? Magic-magic? Abracadabra now you're a toad?

[desperateprayer]

Yes. Miss Elluka and Miss Gumillia are sorceresses, and even Mikaela knew magic. It's limited, and not everyone knows it or can learn it... But it exists.

[motherfucking_ghost]

But you don't have like... [He holds up a smartphone looking thing.]

Showers - cause opps early risers

[refusedtoleave]

[She just wants to wash!

So the middle aged lady backs up and tries to leave. Except the doors already latched shut behind her. So instead of walking backwards into it and out the room, she slams back first into it making a racket.

Then she freezes up. Time to die inside some more]

[desperateprayer]

Ah...! Sorry, are you all right?

[ She'll pull the blanket on, at least? ]

I-I can leave, if you need me to.

[refusedtoleave]

In a towel? No... I didn't think anyone would be here yet.

[And she looks at the ground. Out of politeness, but it's also the first time she hasn't watched someone like a hawk.]

[desperateprayer]

I have a dress! I could change really fast!

[ She's worried. ]

...U-Um, sorry, though, if... If I scare you. The way I look.

[refusedtoleave]

I...I walk in on you, and you're the one apologizing?

[She forgets and looks up, oh right time to look at the wall about the girls head.]

...The way you look? [You're the one person who hasn't scared her.]

breakfast

[daughterofthemark]

My!

[LOOK AT ALL THIS FOOD]

Sister Clarith, did you make all of this?

[desperateprayer]

Ah! Yes, I did! I'm used to cooking for a lot of people.

[ A maid and then a nun with war orphans. ]

If you're hungry, have some. I made enough that everyone should be able to eat.

[daughterofthemark]

How thoughtful! Preparing so many dishes... it must have been so much work...

[Not that she's hesitating to pile a little of everything onto a plate.]

Thank you!

[desperateprayer]

It's no problem, really. The monastery runs an orphanage out of it, so... A-And before that I was a maid for the Freezis family.

[ She'll smile and sit there and eat herself. Come join her, Arianna. ]