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]

Comments

[motherfucking_ghost]

That's what diving is for. Not squinting down into it. Things get all distorted from the surface.

[.......splash]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Junpei scowls and flicks another drop at Church with his fingers.]

I was trying to guess the probability I would die, jerk.

[motherfucking_ghost]

And now you're not dead. Probability of death by jumping in the pool, zero. As solved by experimental science. You're welcome.

1/2

[misanthropicprinciple]

[The scowl deepens. Junpei sizes Church up, considers his options...]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[And then all five feet eight inches of Junpei Tenmyouji leaps forward and tries to dunk Church.]

You're welcome to my ass, bro!

[Boys.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[As hilarious as it is to see Church get dunked by a wild Junpei, you know what he thinks is more hilarious? He thinks grabbing hold of one of Junpei's legs and pulling is more hilarious.

Can you see the floor of the pool now?]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[OH boy. Now it's time for much splashing and hacking and yelling, because it is on. Worst space marine vs. weak detective nerd, GO.

When Junpei backs off for a moment to cough and catch his breath, he wheezes:]

Are you actually seven?

[motherfucking_ghost]

[He's gotta brush hair out of his eyes when he comes up because man that's not something he's used to.] I'd be the biggest, smartest, manliest seven-year-old the world's ever seen.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Ehhhh.

...

I've seen some pretty manly seven-year-olds.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Ouch! Gonna need another dunking just for that. [COMING TO GET YOU]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Hahaha! Where'd you learn how to water-fight? In the first grade kiddie pool?

[Time to keep on splashing on his way to flee. Run awaaayyyy.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

I'm gonna dump a kiddie pool on your head if you keep that uppppphhhhhh-- [More gross chlorine water in his mouth, GROSS. You know what? Change of tactics, Junpei.] Oh yeah, run away from the big bad soldier, I see how it is!

[Church seems to be the one running away, reaching the edge of the pool and hefting himself out. It's gonna become immediately clear what his next attack is when he takes a few steps back...and comes running back to the edge, leaping into a cannonball divebomb.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Junpei is puzzled right up until it's too late to get out of Dodge.]

No--dude--wait!!

[SPLOOOOOOOOSH!!!

f a t a l i t y]