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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[misanthropicprinciple]

Please. [Gestures to the grand view.] I'm honored you're sharing this yell time with me.

[helladoptera]

We both need it.

[ She stands up. ]

I'm not going to say you need to cover your ears because I'm not that loud, but. Anyway.

[ She clears her throat.

[o] AAAAAAAAAAA
[△] FUCK TIME TRAVEL
[□] FUCK MARK JEFFERSON
[o] FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK ]

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!

[misanthropicprinciple]

[He doesn't cover his ears, but he does clap, at least.]

Brava! You know, you gotta let it come from here.

[He pats his diaphragm, down below his lungs.]

[helladoptera]

Yours is definitely the mightier roar, between the two of us. I'll keep that in mind for next time, though.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Like I said, lots of practice. I was a shouty kid.

[helladoptera]

I love my parents, but they've always been very... anti-shout.

[misanthropicprinciple]

My parents were pretty 'boys will be boys' about me. ...Guess they probably still are.

[helladoptera]

If I wanted to yell or make a mess, I could always just go over to Chloe's house, but... never got great at shouting.

"Probably"?

[misanthropicprinciple]

I kind of, uh, ran off to America after my first death game. Dropped out of university, became a P.I., all that crap. Haven't spoken to them in over a year. ...Maybe two, now, with all this.

[He waves at the holodeck, but what he really means is All This Space Bullshit.]

[helladoptera]

Mm. If- when we get out of here, are you gonna change that, do you think?

[misanthropicprinciple]

...I don't know. I wouldn't know where to begin explaining where I've been.

[helladoptera]

Fair enough. I... I need to let mine know I'm alive, but I have no idea how to talk about any of this. I mean none of the stuff that happened to me actually happened to anyone else back home already, and now there's all the space stuff.

[misanthropicprinciple]

...There was an organization back home that hired espers like me to help track down and stop games like this. I mean, I wasn't part of it, but finding something like that might be worth it for you. People to talk to who get it. Ways to fight back.

[helladoptera]

I mean... that would require time travel powers to have ever happened to anyone before on public record. I still have no idea where my powers came from or why they came to me.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Well, I mean. It doesn't have to be back home. We could have, I don't know. Some kind of interdimensional time travelers' union.

...

What I'm saying is, you can always talk to me. Even if you go home, I'll get this PIP off and. I dunno. Work on actually understanding the morphogenetic field, or something. Like brain Skype.

[helladoptera]

I swear, every time you say "morphogenetic" I feel like you're about to drop a Power Rangers reference on me. But brain Skype sounds cool.

Okay, but the most important thing here is what are we naming our interdimensional time travelers' union.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Clockblockers.

[helladoptera]

[ Okay yeah no, she's laughing. ]

You know what? I'm down. Clockblockers it is.

[misanthropicprinciple]

You're my new favorite. Don't tell Church.

[helladoptera]

My lips are sealed.