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]

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[. . .]

You said you made these yourself?

[There was that nagging familiarity again, but it was quickly lost in the overwhelming sensation of being able to taste something.]

[cyan_maid]

A what-tooth...?

[The question was asked kind of softly and bewilderedly, like this grown-ass man hadn't said vore like it was a totally normal part of a word, but that quickly is jossed out the window when he asks her something. She straightens a little.]

Um, yes, I did. I...used to be the heiress to a baked goods corporate empire, so I'm not exactly a slouch at this sort of thing.

[burninglight]

...They’re good.

[Said like he genuinely had no earthly clue how to express this point otherwise.]

You’ve...quite a talent.

[cyan_maid]

...Oh. Um. Thank you!

[To be honest, she wasn't even really expecting a compliment? But...it's strangely really nice to hear.]

If you enjoy them, you know who to ask for more, alright? Just because some frowny-faced guy and his "employers" want us to die, doesn't mean we should give them what they want so easily.

[burninglight]

[Ardyn wasn't even expecting a compliment. He didn't compliment people, he taunted and condescended and provoked them just to watch their reactions.]

I...yes, of course.

[...was he smiling? What was wrong with him?]

[cyan_maid]

[Eh. Daemons. What are you gonna fuckin do, amirite.

The smile is a surprise to Jane as well, but...well, she isn't sure how long she can hang around before this man felt she'd overstayed her welcome. Don't want to ruin the moment and all.]

Well, I...I'll just leave you to, you know...enjoy, and, ah...do your tinkering thing, then! If that's alright?

[burninglight]

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

[today was godsdamned weird.]

[cyan_maid]

[Shit's heckin weird]

Sure! Sure, if I end up with...any electronics that need to be taken apart completely, I'll bring them over. Right. Of course. Not a problem. [She just. Takes a couple steps backward, then pauses.] Oh! And make sure you dunk your cookies in the milk, okay? They're better that way.

[burninglight]

Er-....


[. . .]





...Thank you.

[cyan_maid]

[......Why the fuck did she say that what the hell is wrong with her]

Not a problem! Uh...bye, now!

[abscond!!!!!]