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

[scourgingstars]

Oh, I didn't sleep. [Which...didn't seem odd to him, so it was probably fine.] I suppose I simply wasn't tired even after all that transpired.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Too keyed up, I get that. [He kind of slept as a robot, to keep up the pretense, but...it's been a while since he's needed sleep. Being dead has perks. Being fleshy has...a couple downsides, sure.] You didn't have to stay here, if you were worried about keeping me up. What are they gonna do, arrest you for walking around the place you're supposed to live at all hours of the night?

[scourgingstars]

I failed to plan for an orchestra to wander in solely to keep you awake, so I doubted you would mind all that much. Besides, I suspect we're far from the only ones that had difficulty sleeping, and it seemed simpler to remain in here where it was bound to be quieter.

[Had a lot of thinking to do on what to make of the rules and how to get his shit back, you know.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Heh. Yeah, sure, makes sense. [Time for a stretch, aaaand. hm. Morning routines on the base are different from...whatever sort of routine he might develop something here.] Mmmm, could use a gym. [Some people work out in the morning, right???]

Still. Once we're here a little while, might be nice to look around the place in the quiet at night. Just, y'know. See what there is to see without all the people. Plus, nighttime adventures might make fun tv.

[scourgingstars]

The listed rules do seem to encourage that we investigate.

[fun fact: he has no earthly clue what a tv show is and he's just going to roll with things until he figures it out]

You're not offering to assist me with that, are you?

[wanna see if we can give the overseers a headache, church]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Sneaking around like a couple of bad boys looking for trouble, in a completely not-rule-breaking way? I am all for it. We gotta check these digs out. [AND he's all for giving people a headache! What a wonderful friendship this is that in no way will ever get ruined.]

It's kind of a weird thing for them to encourage, though. Wonder if it's as much an artifact as the murder rule.

[scourgingstars]

That is difficult to guess. Perhaps those in charge are so confident that they believe we will fail to accomplish anything even with free rein to investigate as we choose.

[#bestfriendsforever]

If that should be the case, I think such pride does beg to be proven wrong.

[motherfucking_ghost]

And even if we don't find anything cool, it'll still be an experience. Hey, this thing's about bonding, so. Bonding experience. The AI's supposed to clean things up after us... What if we made some kind of mess somewhere? Drop a plate, overturn a chair, whatever. Maybe it's got robotic servants to clean up.

[scourgingstars]

No reason to be perfectly civil to those that have presumably taken us here against our will. Father always did say I had a rebellious streak, so I may as well prove him correct.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Yeah? You were a snotty brat of a prince? I don't believe it!

[scourgingstars]

Ohm not at all. I said 'rebellious', nothing more. Sneaking away from bodyguard detail and out of the Citadel, associating more with subjects than helping establish Insomnia, things like that. Lucis is still a very young country, and when I was a child the crown city required quite a lot of work I thought was better left to Father. I was more interested in knowing the people I was meant to be ruling someday.

[motherfucking_ghost]

That's adorable. I bet you were popular with the Insomni-ladies.

[scourgingstars]

Very funny. [Ardyn rolled his eyes, sarcastic more than offended.] I may have had a fleeting relationship or two when I was a teenager, but distance is a knife in the back of most relationships. As I spent less time in the crown city itself, I stopped concerning myself with that sort of thing.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Because you had a bigger duty, and you did dangerous things so you couldn't really deal with having that go on when you got older.

You ever miss it? When you life felt a little closer to normal.

[scourgingstars]

Essentially, that is the idea of it. I travel Lucis to help the afflicted, and Izunia remains in the capital with his wife and son. We lead very different lives, and were perhaps fated to.

...I don't believe anyone's ever asked me that. [Pausing, Ardyn seemed to be giving the question serious thought for a moment.]

I doubt it was ever what any here would consider 'normal'--I have been the Crystal's chosen since the day I was born. But it is hardly what I would call a solitary life; the Shield of the King is always with me, and no matter where I may go there are always a countless number grateful I should be there. I have the help of a loyal bodyguard, a devoted brother, a kind Oracle, and a kingdom of subjects I am given the honor of protecting from the darkness.

[He shook his head, looking back to Church with an honest and gentle smile.]

If the loss of a slightly more carefree childhood is the price of that, so be it. There is nothing on Eos I want more than to fulfill my duty as King of Light and save the world.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Man. That's not a bad gig, saving the world, even if it's all...preordained destiny fate kinda stuff.

I mean, I got a galaxy to help defend, but y'know, that's just chump change and not preordained at all. [The smirk lets you know he's just being a shit. There's really not much saving anything in the middle of fucking Blood Gulch.

It's about time he goes rooting through the room a little more to actually find something tooooo wear that isn't just a nice-ass suit all day. It's a very nice suit. But it's gonna wrinkle or something if he keeps wearing it. Which is when he finds the unitards in the closet because those exist and yeah. He tugs at them, frowning.]

Should probably go get some breakfast. Are you starving? I am starving. [He sounds...happy. About that. It's been so long since he's felt starving. He could remember the sensation but didn't truly feel it, being a robot and all.] Maybe I should show up in style. [Waggling a unitard on a hanger.]

[scourgingstars]

I don't mind it. My concern is more with those I can save than any notoriety and fame...though I admit the latter doesn't hurt.

[ardyn...]

I'm not particularly hungry, myself. But I may as well come along. Looking ridiculous in that thing might just suit you, and I would hate to miss it.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Damn right you wouldn't wanna miss this. Give me two seconds to slip into something more comfortable.

[ardyn you've got however long it takes church to wiggle into the unitard in the bathroom to question your sanity and your roommate and think very carefully as to which dumbasses you want to make friends with

Because half-dressed unitard man will come sauntering out, dress pants over his shoulder.] Lil tight, but nothing I'm not used to back home.