welcome to the mansion

[airlockedmods]

[The Champions wake up not in a bed, but alone on a plush, velvet seat. Some may recognize the backseat of a limousine, while some may not, but the windows are tinted black inside and out, and there's no chauffeur. All are wearing expensive formalwear, no matter what they thought they were wearing before.

The door opens by an unseen hand and reveals a gravel drive with a red carpet and a lavish fountain. Others are already there, and more limousines continue to pull up afterward. The front doors are locked, and overhead curls a large protective glass dome, keeping the cold void of space at bay, but hey, there's also an unparalleled view of the stars.]

Hey there, Champions, welcome to the IGS Fantasy Sweet. I'm PAL, your onboard maintenance system for this location. Your Overseer will arrive shortly. Please be patient.

Comments

[misanthropicprinciple]

Then again, I guess if I am stupid enough to try, I deserve to suffer inglorious levels of pain. God.

[He wipes the sweat from his face with his other sleeve, then, wincing, looks warily at the PIP.]

Why... why'd they have to attach it, shit.

[cameupshort]

There's got to be some way to deactivate them.

[You don't just build something without an off-switch, right?]

...Maybe they're acting like some kind of tracking device?

[That would bode even more poorly than the whole kidnapping thing has already.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

They could've locked it on like a normal kidnapper!

[WHY THIS, FN-numbernumber##!]

[cameupshort]

There's such a thing as a normal kidnapping?

[misanthropicprinciple]

Well--there's kidnapping without crazy sci-fi monitor implant surgery!

[cameupshort]

Wait, you think these were surgically attached?! I thought- OW!

[And, unfortunately, trying to get a good look at the underside of the PIP registers as an attempt at taking it off.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

I told you--I told you, man!

[i warned you dogg!!!!]

That's more than an external shock, isn't it?

[cameupshort]

[IT KEEPS HAPPENING]

Augh- I guess?! I haven't had a lot of chance to compare electric shocks before!

[misanthropicprinciple]

The--the collars people put on their dogs only makes them yelp a little!

[cameupshort]

[What's a dog]

That's a hell of a lot more than a yelp, ow-

[misanthropicprinciple]

I thought I was dying. That's what death feels like. I'm completely sure.

[cameupshort]

Hell, don't even joke about that.

[It's been less than a day since Slip literally died in his arms, he does not want a repeat of that.]

I mean- at least if you're feeling pain, you're not dead yet?

[misanthropicprinciple]

Well, hooray for me. Ughh. What even is this piece of crap.

[He pokes at it, then seems surprised when it lights up.]

...This is not how I wanted to win a free tablet.

[cameupshort]

...Are datapads that uncommon on your world?

[The simple ones are basically equivalent to those shitty spiral-bound notebooks you can get at a convenience store, really.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[He glances up briefly to give Finn an odd look.]

No, they're everywhere. It was a joke, dude. ...Shit, what is this--they have profiles on us?

[cameupshort]

Yeah, it- looks like there's one for everyone here. I don't know how accurate it all is, though.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Mine's...

[He trails off, distracted, and then starts scrolling through to quickly read everyone else's. When he gets back to his, he stands up straighter, looking around.]

[cameupshort]

What? Are you looking for someone?

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Junpei's fists clench, but he's still scanning the area.]

...No. [He finally drops his gaze with a bitter expression.] You're right. Everyone here has a profile.

[cameupshort]

...There might be more people who haven't arrived yet.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[He shakes his head.]

Twenty is too many already. The hell are these assholes playing at...?

[cameupshort]

Too many for a kidnapping? Wouldn't even one be- is that what you meant?

[misanthropicprinciple]

Wh... Of course it is, what else would I mean? Obviously. Man, keep up.