week 1

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Week 1

[With the introduction to the relationship experiment and their overseeing hosts done with, the Champions are left to their own devices to explore the first floor of the mansion as they please. Cece and Kip will pop-up every once in a while to chit-chat but for the most part they're somewhere inaccessible.

Each morning the Champions are awakened promptly at 7 am by PAL's even, almost laid back voice announcing the time and each evening at 10 pm to announce when the kitchen is closing for the night. Unlike the Overseers, he doesn't seem to be one much for conversation.

Enjoy your week, Champions.]

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[ooc: welcome to week 1, everyone! This first week is a peace week which means there will be no murder this weekend! Feel free to start submitting threads for the benefactors]

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[desperateprayer]

[ Clarith takes time in her room at first, hiding out to just. Rest and not be so upset by everything. After that, though, she'll explore a bit. She can be found in the garden. She seems to be familiarizing herself with everything. It's different from the trauben fields, really.

Later on, she can be found in the kitchen. There, she begins to pull out the ingredients for stew. She cuts up the meat and veggies, and then tosses them all into a pot with a bit of flower and what looks to be some kind of stock. ...But then comes the hard part. She doesn't know how to use these contraptions. They're all modern. So there is a very, very long moment of being confused before she tries to look for... Any instruction as to how to use anything. ]

garden

[scourgingstars]

It's quite the impressive arrangement, is it not?

[Ardyn seemed to be doing about the same as Clarith; at the very least, it looked like he wasn't too familiar with most of the plantlife.]

[desperateprayer]

I-It's not at all like the village I worked in.

[ She's a bit nervous. Ardyn, unfortunately, reminds her of a few too many of the village men who were unkind to her in looks. So she's, of course, cynical.

We only g-grew trauben.

[scourgingstars]

[She seemed nervous, he noted. Maybe that was due to how the damned profiles made him sound like some kind of lunatic tyrant. Ardyn smiled to try and set her a little more at ease, speaking in a light tone.]

I find myself unfamiliar with that one--Lucis is still lacking in plantlife, I'm afraid.

[desperateprayer]

[ No, Ardyn, it's just that gruffer-looking men in her life tend to mean emotional and physical pain. She's sorry. ]

I-It's... Used for wine. Elphegort is... F-Famous for it...

[scourgingstars]

[woosh, right over his head]

Is that so? You'll have to forgive me, I've not heard of Elphegort before.

[desperateprayer]

I-It's a country. We're bordered by, um. By Lucifenia and Asmodean on two sides, Levianta on the north a-and the sea...

[ Don't worry, at least she's talking? ]

[scourgingstars]

[this poor girl is gonna faint and he doesn't have healing magic right now] That's quite interesting, to have so many bordering you. Lucis is its own continent--Niflheim and Tenebrae share a landmass to the west, and Accordo is in the south.

Traveling between countries must certainly be easier for you than it is for me, I'm sure.

[desperateprayer]

[ She'll probably stay conscious. Probably. ]

I-I don't... N-No one wants a Netsuma around. So my mother and I, we--

[ ...And that's when it hits her. Her mother. ...Well, now she's panicking for another reason. ]

...No no no, I n-need to get back...!

Kitchen

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Well, Junpei's here to look for beer, but...]

Uh. Clarith, right? Need help there?

[She looks a little lost.]

[desperateprayer]

I-If it's not t-too much of a bother. I need to get it on if it's going to be done by d-dinner...

[ Stew would take a few hours, after all. ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

It's not a bother, but I'm not much of a cook myself...

[He walks over to look at her work.]

What're you trying to make?

[desperateprayer]

Um, just a stew. But it needs to simmer a few hours. N-normally it would be in a pot over the fire...

[ WHAT IS ALL OF THIS STUFF IT MAKES NO SENSE IS IT MAGIC? ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Oh, okay. Here.

[He moves the pot onto the stove, fiddles with the dial, and--ta-dah! Let there be flame. Junpei adjusts the gas until it's at low heat.]

You just said simmer, right? That should do it.

[desperateprayer]

[ She seems utterly fascinated. It must be magic. Real, honest-to-gods magic. ]

...Th-Thank you! That should be fine...!

[misanthropicprinciple]

[It hits him kind of belatedly.]

You, uh... You've never seen a gas range before, have you.

[desperateprayer]

Gas... Range...?

[ ...Junpei she's still wearing the medieval dress, although the sleeves have been tied back a bit. ]

HI ROOMIE - Sun/Mon

[getgood]

[Lee has finally made her way to her room after an attempt at getting oriented: a tattoo parlor and a hot tub, but no alcohol? Bad decisions can only go so far, she guesses. The heels come off right at the door as she kicks them in the general direction of "inside", and only then does she take a look around and see someone shockingly meek-looking despite her stylish hair. She smiles, but her eyes are on the beds.]

Nice to meet you. Which one's mine? I need a break from this shit.

[desperateprayer]

U-Um... Whichever you'd like...?

[ Listen these are way fancier than Clarith's beds. Her own probably actually just have straw in the mattresses. ]

[getgood]

[She throws herself onto the nearest bed and stretches, rolling her ankles up and down to give her feet the love they need right now.]

Thanks, Sister Clarith. [She's a nun, right? Sister makes sense.] I'm Lee. Looks like we're stuck together.

[desperateprayer]

S-Sister...?

[ ...Right. Her profile says she's a nun. ]

A-Ah, my profile's wrong! I work in a village that grows trauben.

[getgood]

Sorry. Mine's wrong too, don't sweat it.

[damn she's hungry, she's realizing, and she's got to make her roommate at least a little comfortable] What's trauben? [sounds like food]

[desperateprayer]

I-It's a fruit grown for wine. E-Everyone in the village works to grow them.

[getgood]

Good stuff? [She looks up from her attempt to relax and grins a wicked smile.]

[desperateprayer]

I wouldn't know. I-I never get to have any. I can't afford it. It's mostly exported.