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

[motherfucking_ghost]

Cream is overrated. [He sticks out his tongue. Like an enormous second-grader. But this box is his now!] ...But now I have this mental image of dipping my arm into ice cream and how good that might feel.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Pretty sure that would not actually feel good, and also would get sticky-ass ice cream all over your healing burns, dude. Do you need help opening your space dots?

[If anyone gets what it's like to work with an arm injury, it may be Junpei, even if it's only muscle--or phantom muscle--memory.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

I'm just saying, cold shit. And more delicious than a wet towel. I got it. [He can even hold it with his right hand, just...doesn't wanna do much with that arm. Understandably.]

Did you know the only painkillers we have in here are aspirin? Do you know how much aspirin does fuck and all for something like this? I'm not saying I expect a mall to have vicodin, but c'mon.

[misanthropicprinciple]

A real mall would have drug deals going down somewhere so we could get you the good stuff. Maybe behind that sheet of metal you guys were going at.

[He pokes moodily at his ice cream.]

...You know, it sucks to say this now, but I'm mostly ashamed you beat me to it. Trying to blast that thing open, I mean. Glad I'm on your side, Iron Man.

[motherfucking_ghost]

She did the hard part, but like, a little knowhow with electronics and her knowledge of chemistry and shit, not all that hard.

On the other hand? [He dumps some dots into his mouth and then...speaks around it because he's a stupid animal of a boy.] People could probably kill each other with grenades or explosives on roombas.

...Motherfucker stomped on the roomba scout I made.

[misanthropicprinciple]

What? Dude's a monster. Unforgivable.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Rest in fucking pieces, Rainbow Brite. We need booze so we can pour one out.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Junpei spoons out a single Divin' Drop and lets it fall to the floor.]

See ya, space cowboy. We knew you too little.

[motherfucking_ghost]

In the aaarms oooof an angel--you know, I think I might've preferred a robot arm. How cool is having a robot arm? I bet that's super cool.

[misanthropicprinciple]

It's... meh?

[He turns it over to look at it, constantly surprised and disturbed to remember it's a thing.]

Really wish I knew what happened to my real arm, but it's not a bad replacement, I guess. Kind of weird not to feel things properly, though. And it's not like it shoots lasers or anything.

...I tried.

[motherfucking_ghost]

That fucking blows. I had a guy, there was a guy from back home, got all blown to hell, then he had robot parts grafted to him. Not real pretty. But still functional.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Did he get lasers?

[motherfucking_ghost]

...No. I think his butt turned into a fax machine.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Snrrrpffkh.]

What?

[He has to cover his mouth or risk choking on Divin' Drops as he laughs.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

I'm just repeating shit I've heard man. But his CO was really...eccentric. About robotic parts. So who knows.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Are you from a gag anime or something, man? Your life does not sound real.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Wait 'til I tell you about the robot Sarge built that can only speak Spanish. And nobody in the entire canyon speaks Spanish. Or the time we thought Donut got crushed by a falling plane, but it actually pushed him into a surprise underground cave none of us knew existed.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Nobody's real name is actually Donut, come on.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Franklin. Delano. Donut.

[misanthropicprinciple]

No!

[He's dYIN]

Did his parents hate him? They hated him. Jesus Christ.