Week 7

[airlockedmods]

[Well that weekend sucked. The Champions are down a dad and a bean and shrinking their numbers smaller and smaller, less and less.

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 (and PAL) are available at all times and can appear anywhere if called. There is, however, a new floor to explore. Just hop in the elevator and pchoo.]


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[motherfucking_ghost]

[Church isn't looking to leave the room today. Maybe Junpei will change that?

But what does start happening is a small pile outside the door. Not letters. A plush bird. A necklace with charms and rings. A black jacket. A black bird onesie. Bride of Ruri, who gives a confused beep and starts doing her job down the hall but passes by room 7 a lot.

At some point, when he's alone, if he's alone, and staring blankly at the ceiling:]

PAL? You can hear me, right? I have a request.

[airlockedmods]

What is it, Shield?

[motherfucking_ghost]

Change my title.

...Please.

[airlockedmods]

Why?

[motherfucking_ghost]

Cuz...cuz it's not really applicable anymore, is it? I'm really not...champion of being anyone's shield.

[airlockedmods]

...Then it will be changed. Let's see, what else have you excelled at, would you say?

...Ah. I know.

[Church's PIP dings as it changes.

Champion of Loss.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[He looks.

...Man, he really should've expected this, huh?]

You're based off the PAL from back in the mansion, right?

He was a colossal dickbag, too.

You could be nicer. If you wanted to.

[airlockedmods]

I am an upgraded form of your old PAL.

[motherfucking_ghost]

I mean. ...Okay, yeah, getting a body out of it is an upgrade.

Any other surprises we should know about?

[airlockedmods]

No.

[nightcure]

[ To say that Noctis is worried about Church is putting it incredibly lightly. He's come by room seven to make sure Church is eating and drinking stuff that isn't junk food or alcohol. What he finds, instead, is a pile of stuff.

A pile of Ardyn's stuff.

Junpei, Leonard, Nari, everyone--look after them in my place.

Noctis curls his hand into a fist and knocks, loudly. ]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Occupied.

[At least Church is still capable of being a snarky asshole?]

[nightcure]

Yeah, I'm not an idiot, Leonard. Open up.

[motherfucking_ghost]

What.

[nightcure]

I'm gonna keep knocking and yelling at you through the door until you talk to me.

[motherfucking_ghost]

I'm talking. These are words. What.

[nightcure]

I'm not going to have a conversation with a door.

[motherfucking_ghost]

No, through a door.

[nightcure]

Do you want me to kick your ass?

[motherfucking_ghost]

...

...

...

Is this a trick question?

[nightcure]

If the answer's "no," open the hell up.

[motherfucking_ghost]

[It takes a bit, and might take more knocking, but eventually the door cracks open.]

The fuck. do you want.

[nightcure]

[ He's sticking his foot in that tiny opening, oops. ]

What the hell do you think you're doing, putting all his stuff out here?

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Well o-fucking-kay, the door swings the rest of the way open.]

You can't have it, if that's what you're asking.

[nightcure]

Good, because I don't want any of it. What I'm asking is why it's out here when it should be in there.