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

[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?

[motherfucking_ghost]

He's been my primary care physician the past couple days, so. Yeah. Guess I've talked to him a lot, ish?

[nightcure]

Good to hear. He's been alone for a long time, so...

[ He trails off, a little awkwardly. ]

He's having trouble figuring out a lot of stuff, seems like.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Like emotions. And remembering what those feel like.

[nightcure]

Yeah, pretty much. Gotta be a hell of a trip.

[motherfucking_ghost]

I get that he's spent the past several thousand years being a giant shitface monster or whatever, but does he have to be a shit about it all the time? The feeling things...thing.

[nightcure]

... It's not my place to tell, honestly. You'd have to wrestle it out of him.

[motherfucking_ghost]

He's told me plenty. Surprisingly.

I just wish he'd figure his shit out a little faster, cuz if it turns out it's all just actual muscle memory and he doesn't give any genuine fucks, then honestly I'd rather you look after my arm.