week 2

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Week 2

[It's been about a week since the Champions woke up in their new consumerist hellscape of a temporary home and, despite a few odd goings on and the bomb incident with Church and Nari, things haven't been as bad as they could be. No one is even dead yet! But let's see how long that lasts.

Enjoy your week, Champions.]

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(( Also, don't forget to submit your AC and item rolls! You can also bother your Overseer here. ))

Comments

[nightcure]

[ Oh shit did he do a murder.

Noctis claps him on the back before going to grab him a glass of water. And handing it over-- ]

You okay, big guy?

[motherfucking_ghost]

I--yeah-- [That was bad now he looks worse but it might not be for the coughing fit.]

Uh. Just. Sorry. You're trying to kill me with your cooking is all.

...Also I'm not uh particularly big on that name.

[nightcure]

[ ... oh. ]

Sorry, my bad. What do you prefer?

[motherfucking_ghost]

No, sorry, I--should've said something before but kinda got caught up in--

Church. Call me Church. As in, that guy on Ardyn's profile, that Church. 's less nerdy. [not really]

[nightcure]

[ ... right. He won't press it. ]

Church. Fits you better than the other one.

Probably'll still call you big guy, though.

[motherfucking_ghost]

That I have no problem with. [FLEX]

[nightcure]

[ ... pfft. ]

Yeah, you and Gladio would get along great.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Is it a quality of Shields to be handsome slabs of meat?

[nightcure]

I wouldn't say handsome... Full of themselves, though?

Definitely.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Ouch.

For that, Carbine's gonna lose a little more green. [yoink]

[nightcure]

If you're not careful, I'll dump all this icing over your head.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Then I'll be the most delicious Shield.

[nightcure]

[ pffffft ]

Yeah, have fun washing that stuff out.

[motherfucking_ghost]

I'll get someone to eat me first.

[nightcure]

[ what's happening here ]

You offering, Church?

[motherfucking_ghost]

I mean, doesn't a chef have every right to taste test his own creations?

[nightcure]

Sorry to break your heart, but I'll have to pass.

[ oh god he's

so embarrassed ]

[motherfucking_ghost]

That's a shame.

[What if he sucks on his frosted finger in a really sultry manner?

While trying not to crack up.]

[nightcure]

If you say so.

Leonard.

[ someone save him ]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Careful, the last person to call me that was my girlfriend.

[nightcure]

Good thing I have no interest in you, big guy.

[ deflect deflect ]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Aw, you coulda just said so. You got someone, or I'm just too stunningly handsome for your tastes?

[nightcure]

It's, ah. Complicated.

[ He rubs at the back of his neck. ]

... Kind of a not fun story, either.

[motherfucking_ghost]

There's a lotta that going around. No pressure. Is it just me, or is it like way easier to talk about complicated shit with your not-uncle because everything about his life is already complicated and horrible and neverending pain?

[nightcure]

... Something like that, yeah. You've been talking to him a lot?