week 1

[airlockedmods]

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.]

Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday


[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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[myocordial]

( a - garden )
[On monday, Heart's exploration was rather... rushed, due to being agitated. Today, though, he's slowing down more, giving all areas a closer look. His first stop is in the garden. He's hardly a gardener, but he still appreciates nature. There's something very peaceful about it. And this garden, even here, is no exception.

He crouches down near some flowers, to get a closer look. Carefully touching the petals of one, before pulling his hand away again.] Flowers, even out here. So far from any true ground... [He closes his eyes a moment, looking... very calm.]

I wonder if Medic would like these...

( b - tattoo parlor )
[Look, he's not human, obviously tattoos aren't really anywhere on his list of priorities. But the tattoo parlor is here and curiosity, at least, is universal to every species. He finds himself examining the equipment, going through the catalog... Actually, he's going through the catalog A Lot. The designs in there are honestly kind of nice? Okay, some are just... weird, but others...]

...Interesting. [Continuing to flip through the examples, don't mind him.] I think I'm starting to understand the appeal.

( c - rooms )
[Then there's his room. He didn't spend much time there yesterday. Not that sleep works entirely the same for his species anyway, but that's not why. Honestly, it's just... strange. Having a room. A shared one, sure, but still partially his. It's weird. It's just... it's weird.

He and his friends always just stayed wherever they could. A theater one day, an abandoned amusement park the next, and so on. So this is somewhat of an adjustment. Because of this, he can be found outside the door at first, staring at it, seemingly lost in thought.

It's only a little later that he goes inside, but that part is only really relevant to his roommate, of course.]

B

[misanthropicprinciple]

Really?

[Junpei says it idly from where he's pawing through the contents of a drawer.]

It's one way to get yourself marked as a criminal, you know.

[myocordial]

That hardly matters to me. Technically speaking, I already am a criminal.

[He certainly gets chased enough by the police to qualify.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Oh yeah?

[The more the merrier, Junpei guesses.]

What's your trade?

[myocordial]

My trade? Ah, do you mean what sort of crimes I get up to?

I lead a revolution. It's hard to do that without breaking the law.

b!

[buddyoldpal]

[ Maybe this place is just the most... him. Either way, Nishitani knows a thing or two about tattoos, so he spots Heart and can't help but comment. ]

Y'know, if ya wanna get one, I'd wait for someone to show up who actually knows what the fuck they're doin'.

[myocordial]

I certainly wasn't about to try giving myself one. If I want one, I think I would just wait until I'm back in Tokyo.

[And just walk into a tattoo parlor and demand a tattoo because paying for services is something humans do.]

[buddyoldpal]

Fair enough. I could getcha hooked up with some guys in Osaka if yer ever in the neighborhood.

[ It's very easy to find tattoo guys when you're a criminal. ]

[myocordial]

Ha, I'll keep that in mind if I ever find myself there. Though I don't tend to leave Tokyo much.

Actually, this is my first time really away from it. Not how I expected that to happen.

garden

[nojohnyouare]

...it's nice. It must be needed for the oxygen and food.

[myocordial]

Ah, that would make sense. Well, intended to be practical or not, it certainly is lovely.

There's something poetic about a garden in space.

[nojohnyouare]

Poetic?

[what]

[myocordial]

Life growing and blooming even in the cold depths of space.

...No? Maybe it's just me.

B

[honoraryembryon]

[ Roland is here for one reason: to scope out if he can cover up a certain marking, but for now... ]

You like tattoos?

[myocordial]

To be honest, I've never given them much thought. [It's such a... human thing.] But with this room here, I have an opportunity to think about it.

Marking yourself with a design of your own choosing... I can understand it.

[honoraryembryon]

Yeah, I can understand. You probably like that idea of individualism, huh?

[ ... He wonders why? ]

You're Heart, right...? Said that was your name on the PIP.

[myocordial]

I do indeed. Finding new ways to express one's identity in your own way is very appealing.

[Even if this option only works for his human form, but. Details.]

That's correct. And you are... Roland King, yes? [Gotta memorize all the names.] The one with the very interesting profile.

rooms

[motherfucking_ghost]

[The dude's just standing there. Church isn't entirely convinced that Heart is a dude in the male sense. It's a little weird, and he looks up and down the hall for anyone else for a minute before he goes over and looks at the plaques on the door in question over Heart's shoulder.]

It's really weird. I wasn't expecting doubling up, or to have our names on the door like superstars, but I guess...'s kinda what we are now.

[myocordial]

[He's thrown for a second as he's distracted from his thought, so at first he just sort of... stares in confusion. Even when he registers what was just said, the confusion doesn't really clear up.]

Superstars. You are... really taking that seriously, aren't you? [Unlike most of them.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Okay, well, sure, not superstars. We're not a bunch of George Clooneys here. Reality tv's usually flash in the pan stardom, but still! More fame than I'm ever gonna get otherwise.

[myocordial]

Well. This might be a positive experience for someone at least, then. I'm glad.

I'm not too concerned with fame myself, to be honest. I have no real interest in it.

c

[plugout]

[ Honestly, he's kind of relieved. Heart's pretty cool, and he didn't even laugh at his faceplant upon his arrival. (He hopes, anyway.) Rhys raises a hand in greeting when Heart steps inside. ]

Hey. Guess we're rooming together.

[myocordial]

[Heart nods as his own greeting.]

So we are. [So far Heart hasn't met anyone he dislikes, really. Rhys seems like a good choice as far as roommates go. He certainly doesn't have any objections.] I don't have much experience being a roommate, to be honest, so I suppose this will be a learning experience.

[plugout]

Seriously?

[ Did this guy not go to college? Ah, well. Takes all types. ]

Being a roommate's not hard. Just as long as you don't bring any girls in while I'm here. Or-- or guys. If you're into that. [ He follows that up with a light chuckle... and then a quiet, quiet groan. Why does he do these things. ]

[myocordial]

Seriously.

[Because he's. never had a room in this way. And generally didn't sleep around his friends anyway.]

Ha, well, I will remember that. Though I don't foresee myself bringing anyone into the room. Not in that way, at least.