Week 7

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[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

[cyan_maid]

...So...wait...you talked to them...through the television. Like - like Skype. Hell Skype.

[motherfucking_ghost]

...Oh my god. Hell would use Skype.

[cyan_maid]

Jiminey Jeepers, I don't think that's the point...!

[motherfucking_ghost]

Well no, but it makes sense--wait, it can't have been Skype. This actually worked with crystal quality.

...Wait, what were you guys even having a meeting about if it wasn't about our amazing and emotional discovery?

[cyan_maid]

...Uh...well, we were trying to figure out more about PAL and Price? But we kind of got sidetracked and now you're coming in telling us Hell Skype is real.

[Sorry, it's Hell Skype.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Ugh, we could just ask them ourselves, y'know.

Also, you and Ari started it. With the whole spooky Weegee board thing.

At least it didn't have to spell any long messages out this time.

[cyan_maid]

Do you really think, after his introduction, that any of us would have a reason to actually want to get into a one-on-one talk alone with that man? No, I'm not going near him without a big stick.

[motherfucking_ghost]

...I mean...

...

You're a smart cookie.

[cyan_maid]

[Church, Heart, and what happened to Xander are her three big reasons for never wanting to talk to Price alone ever.]

If you think a group pow-wow might work, I'll come along, but - but in no way am I going to him for chitchats. You couldn't pay me enough to do it.

[motherfucking_ghost]

No, absolutely not, do not 1v1 him, it won't end well, or you'll think it ended well, but then he'll worm his way into your head, or something, and just, no, I don't want anyone getting involved with him if they don't have to.

[daughterofthemark]

I'd hoped we could also discuss where we might focus our efforts productively, but it doesn't seem we have any ideas.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Well I mean...we know about how PAL was back when we knew him. And this PAL seems different? And Price is a fuck who probably only wants to help us cuz it's his only way out. We could try befriending both of them, but you'd have to be like super cautious...

[misanthropicprinciple]

I'm not playing nice with PAL.

[daughterofthemark]

He does seem a bit strange. You recall how he reacted at the end of our most recent trial?

[motherfucking_ghost]

Do you recall that he's got a sturdy robot bod now?

There's a lot...odd about him.

[daughterofthemark]

Jane and I discussed that earlier. I was uncertain whether he had that form before, as I don't recall seeing him in person before.

[misanthropicprinciple]

For the record, hell Skype is probably just Skype. Skype is garbage. But yeah, it was--it was pretty great.

[cyan_maid]

...

[The implications of Hell Skype are numerous and possibly dangerous and all Jane can do is just. Put her head in her hands. Blink rapidly.]

Okay - okay, so...wait. The television is Hell Skype, but also a code thing? What kind of - what codes are we dealing with?

[misanthropicprinciple]

Morse code. I'm... not sure we should discuss the details here, but it didn't seem to be coming from our dead friends.

[cyan_maid]

[mmmmmmmmmmm]

...Look, I'm still - I know we're not - I was a bitch. But. I also really want to talk about these codes.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Oh. No, I know that, believe me, I'd love to talk about them. But.

[He glances up, as if looking for cameras, then looks at her again meaningfully.]

[cyan_maid]

[She glances around for them too, knowingly, frowning.]

No, I know, I know - but I was still a bitch, and - fuck, this is...this is a terrible way to apologize.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Yeah, a little bit. ...Talk later?

[cyan_maid]

Yes - or...later or tomorrow or whenever, before the shit day happens again, because it's the shit day.

[daughterofthemark]

[what's a skype]