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]

[There is nothing at all strange or odd going on with the rest of him, clearly, what are you talking about.]

It...might be? I dunno. Um. Like a...pub? A place for food. To buy food except obviously we're not buying anything here, just ransacking the place to our hearts content.

[curdle]

Oh, those. I suppose I should call a place like that an ordinary.

[ This is no more comprehensible than it was when she said it to Shadow a full 12 months ago. She's still looking at the dress, when she adds, vaguely: ]

But things are much changed.

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Maybe to someone like her he should say something re: the dress. But he gives a little twirl because he's a shithead.]

Oh, this? Do you like it? It was a bitch trying to find one in my size.

[curdle]

[ There's a second of fire in Thomasin's eyes after Church speaks, where it's clear she feels she's being mocked and made small and likes it not one bit -- then she nods and snaps another blanket out, not because she doesn't still feel like she's being mocked, but because if she is, she has to at least hit back! ]

'Tis a fine gown. [ Look, he thinks she's olde timey, the only way to respond appropriately is by upping ye olde ante. ] But no lady of means should wear it bareheaded, surely. And thou already hast such...

... boots.