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

[misanthropicprinciple]

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Wait, there's a gap? In--in your memory, I mean. You're sure?

[nojohnyouare]

Unless my profile is inaccurate. It also lists my age wrong. I won't be 18 until Friday.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Is anything else wrong? Or is it all things that could be explained by erased memories?

[nojohnyouare]

[It takes Mai a while to say anything. She looks warily at the PIP.]

...The rest is correct.

[misanthropicprinciple]

...

[Junpei's turn to return information with silence, as he puts his hand to his chin and folds his other arm across his chest. This is bad news, apparently.]

[nojohnyouare]

[Long, long silence. Sorry, that's how she rolls.]

Were we drugged, then?

[misanthropicprinciple]

...It's looking likelier.

[Junpei's hands ball up into fists, and finally he turns away from Mai and starts to pace tightly in the kitchen.]

Shit. What don't they want us to remember? Is there actually something that connects us all?

[nojohnyouare]

[Mai's just going to put the fish back in the fridge and finally close the door. She goes to wash her hands in the sink.]

How we were taken here?

[misanthropicprinciple]

That doesn't explain why some of us are supposedly missing two thousand years of memories, though. There could be something else. Something at the core of this 'experiment.'

[nojohnyouare]

...A reason we were chosen? Aside from being entertaining.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Junpei stops pacing and faces her.]

Larimer's the one who referred to it as a show, but both he and the rules also talk about it as an 'experiment.'

[He breathes out, fists still clenched.]

It's the scientific method. An experiment tests something. A hypothesis. The observation phase--seeing how we make bonds under pressure--takes place a lot earlier.

They have too much information on us to have selected us at random.

[nojohnyouare]

Bonds under pressure... The murder rule. He called it a leftover. It's not. Is it?

[misanthropicprinciple]

...I don't know. I'm trying not to focus on that one too much and forget the rest, because in my experience...

[He trails off when he realizes what he's saying and crosses his arms more tightly. Hm. Nope. Nah.]

[nojohnyouare]

[Mai, at least, can respect clamming up when the alternative is saying too much. She nods.]

So it could be for murder. Love, like he said. Or something else entirely.

[misanthropicprinciple]

If we find out exactly what this experiment is supposed to accomplish, we're one step closer to shutting it down.

[He doesn't believe that 'making bonds' crap is the end goal in the slightest.]

And as for the broadcast aspect, I honestly have no damn clue what to make of that.

[nojohnyouare]

I don't either. Or why we're in space in the future.

[misanthropicprinciple]

I don't buy that.

[Flat and immediate rejection.]

I see that's what they want us to think. But just because that's what we see doesn't mean it's what's there.

[nojohnyouare]

...How?

[the dome is right there. headtilt.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

With enough money, time, and manpower... someone with a twisted mind can set up any kind of structure to make those inside believe they're somewhere they're not.

For example, say you were in a room with round windows and a picture of a ship. If the window cracked and suddenly saltwater started rushing in, where would you think you were?

[nojohnyouare]

Submarine.

[...]

Submarine of death.

[misanthropicprinciple]

...Yeah, okay. Close enough.

[The answer was "a ship," but to be fair, he didn't give her enough information, and also it doesn't really matter.]

But isn't it possible that an organization built a building on land in the shape of a submarine, and connected the windows to huge water pipes that would burst at the push of a button?

[nojohnyouare]

...true. But unnecessary.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Sure, it's ridiculous, but you admit it's possible.

[He spreads his arms.]

That's why I'm not making assumptions about where we are until I have a better idea what these clowns want out of holding us here.

[nojohnyouare]

...Maybe. Things are different depending on what you believe. Right?

[misanthropicprinciple]

You have to look at a puzzle from every angle to see the solution.