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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Comments

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Just when he's about to suggest he's never agreed with a fake-ass plank of wood before, the TV screeches, he jumps from the planchette, smacks his head on one of the few hard parts of the kiosk, curses like a sailor, and there's Ardyn and Yuuri and this is happening now.]

What the fuck.

What the fuck.

[burninglight]

Wait-

[What the fuck. WHAT THE FUCK.]

Can they--can you see us?!

[misanthropicprinciple]

Yeah...!

[HE'S NOT CRYIN YOU'RE CRYIN]

[burninglight]

Looking after yourself, Junpei?

[He's definitely not crying.]

[Because that's not what you need from your king right now.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Absogoddamnlutely not. Come back instantly, we're fucked.

[SNRRFFFles through his grin.]

[burninglight]

I know, you dumb bastard, we've been watching. Trick question.

Pull yourselves together, what the hell. I can't believe I'm the godsdamned anchor point of sanity here.

[misanthropicprinciple]

T-to be fair, Yuuri's eighty-five percent of my impulse control. You're just the other twenty-five.

[burninglight]

Junpei, I should be zero percent of anyone's impulse control!

[misanthropicprinciple]

Too bad, you're stuck with me.

[Ten of spades. Ten of swords.]

[burninglight]

I went terribly wrong raising you.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Yeah.

[burninglight]

Oh, well. When this is over I'll just have to make sure you're grounded forever.

[misanthropicprinciple]

You can try.

[burninglight]

Do I look like I have any patience for your rebellious young adult hijinks?

[misanthropicprinciple]

You look like my dad. Which means you're stuck with it one way or another.

You are, aren't you? I remember a little more.

[burninglight]

Hm...I might remember having a troublesome kid or two.

[serrata]

I really am going to kick your ass if you turn up here!

[ it's really hard to sound like you mean business when you're crying but bless her heart, is she trying ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Hot.

[It is also very hard to flirt when you're crying, but damn it, he means it whole-heartedly.]

[serrata]

Don't you dare take that as encouragement!

[ she loves this jackass sO FUCKING MUCH!!! ]

[burninglight]

You're both stupid.