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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Comments

[daughterofthemark]

[After enjoying Clarith's breakfast so much, she felt guilty about not contributing anything herself. One thing she doesn't want to be is dead weight.]

By all means. It would certainly be difficult for two heads to be much worse.

[At least she's apparently not getting too frustrated?]

[neverheardofhim]

Or we could burn the whole place down. [He blinked.] Bad joke?

[Right, okay... Focus.] So... we probably have to... turn one of these knobs, right? Or... Is it a button?

[daughterofthemark]

That would likely enable us to escape, if we survived.

[...arianna please don't look so thoughtful when you say that]

It seems to be a knob. Perhaps as a safeguard, so that the oven does not accidentally activate when bumped by a pot or pan.

[or to coNTROL THE TEMPERATURE FFS]

[neverheardofhim]

Bet if we seal ourselves inside one of the other restaurants when it closes, we could survive the blast.

[Good god both of you stop now.]

If it's a knob, we should be able to just... turn it, right? How hot do you need it to be for your... whatever those are?

[daughterofthemark]

What an intriguing idea! Though Sir Xander might interfere in that case.

[whythis.jpg]

...I'm not certain. Not as hot as they have been, it would seem.

[neverheardofhim]

Sir Xander can eat me -- [Ah... polite company.]

Well... let's try dialing it back a little bit then? Or... [He looked at the turnovers.] A lot, even.

[daughterofthemark]

He would need to have quite an appetite!

[Yeah, she... took that literally...]

Yes, that seems wise. Perhaps they should be... four hundred? Pray tell, do you know what it is that these numbers represent?

[neverheardofhim]

[Sweet, sweet Arianna. He gives her the kindest, most patient smile he can muster up. It surprises him when it actually comes easy.]

Shit, I didn't even know fire could be represented by numbers. [He looked a little concerned -- four hundred was a big number. But the girl seemed eager so...]

Let's see what happens.

[daughterofthemark]

[She is trying her best.

Arianna turns it... down to 400. Wow. At least it's probably more like Farenheit than Celsius? Then she puts in a pan with a single turnover on it. No sense in wasting like eight times the ingredients before she figures out how to get it right.]

Now... I suppose we wait.

[neverheardofhim]

Right, waiting...

[He crosses his arms and stares at the stove.]

For how long, anyway?

[daughterofthemark]

...I am uncertain. Until they are done, I suppose.

[Sure would be nice if she'd thought to follow a recipe or something.]

[neverheardofhim]

That is... pretty unhelpful.

[He peeks into the glass of the oven, hoping that maybe it was already done?]

Now what?

[daughterofthemark]

I... suppose we could work on something else?

[Honestly Arianna was probably just going to stare at ingredients for a while.]