week 6

[airlockedmods]

[That certainly was a rude awakening. The champions may have lost their nun and their Doctor but they've gained two very important things: freedom from the simulation they've been living in for the past several weeks and a demoted Xander. Some of them may still desire his head on a plate but, like it or not, he is one of them once more.

There's no sign of life in the spaceport aside from PAL's omnipresent voice and SIS, the helpful asSIStant who has some control over certain heres and theres in the spaceport. She is available at all times and can appear anywhere if called.

The only area unexplorable so far are the double doors by the laundry room. They're locked tight and no amount of kicking or warpstriking will open them. But perhaps they'll open in due time.]


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[thecounselor]

[Remember those locked doors that no amount of warp-striking could break down? Well, on Monday morning, they slide open.

And the man who walks through is wearing a sharp dark purple suit - purple being the color of perfect neutrality, after all. He folds his arms behind his back in a more relaxed form of parade rest.]

Good morning, Champions.

[...someone hold Church back.]

[nightcure]

[ Holy shit. ]

Price?!

[thecounselor]

Hello, Your Majesty.

[He nods respectfully.]

I'm glad to see that you don't seem to be suffering any ill effects from your... rude awakening.

[nightcure]

Yeah, I'm doing just fine.

What the hell are you doing here?

[tokencanadian]

[The moment he steps out, it's pretty obvious who he is. She's had to go to his therapy sessions.]

Counselor Price?!

[thecounselor]

Miss Nikos. It's good to see you.

[tokencanadian]

I don't... [There's a light throbbing in her head again. Something just... doesn't add up.]

What are you... doing here? You were with us on Starfield.

[everylittlesecret]

[Wait for it]







You're the guy on the dakimakura!

[thecounselor]

...Ah.

That was...an unfortunate use of Photoshop.

[everylittlesecret]

So it's a cursed image then?

[daughterofthemark]

...good morning.

[Arianna is not at her best today but she will be diplomatic.]

[thecounselor]

I am glad you don't seem to be suffering any ill effects from the virtual reality, Your Highness.

[daughterofthemark]

Was that a concern? I have little experience in such matters...

[kingshaming]

... you.

[thecounselor]

Xander, you have every right to be angry with me. But hear me out.

[burninglight]

...Who the hell are you?

[thecounselor]

Dr. Aiden Price.

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Church is better today it's fine it's fine! It's fine. It's fine? He's fine today, finer than yesterday, finer in a way that will maybe eventually be seen as less fine, but hey--

He doesn't know the Counselor by sight. He doesn't know what the guy looks like.

But he's heard him. He's heard him, and been in Wash's head just long enough--

He blanks. He's blank for all of, let's count, one, two, three, four, five, six seconds.]

Where is he.

[burninglight]

...Leonard?

[He's just gonna...kinda sidle up here because you do not look well and usually that ends violently.]

[thecounselor]

...I assume you mean the Director. Is that correct, Alpha?

[myocordial]

Somehow I feel like the morning just became worse, actually.

[He doesn't know who the hell you are, but his trust level is pretty damn low.]

[thecounselor]

I do not bear your group any ill will. As a matter of fact, I have something perhaps you'll be interested in.

[helladoptera]

... Price?

[ OH, A THERAPIST,, ]

What the hell are you doing here?

[induality]

Y-you?! You're alive?!

[This day sure keeps happening.]

[cyan_maid]

...What.