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]

Hazard of the job, mostly. Criminals don't do a lot of business in daylight hours.

[daughterofthemark]

Indeed. But then, your work is exciting anyway, is it not?

[Warning: Arianna's entire understanding of crime comes from detective novels. Though at least they're written by an actual detective, so they're not as ridiculous as they might have been.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[His smile doesn't really reach his eyes.]

It sure is. Never know what I'll stumble on next.

[daughterofthemark]

[And yet, she is utterly fooled.]

Have you found a lovely assistant yet?

[misanthropicprinciple]

Wasn't aware that was part of my responsibilities.

[daughterofthemark]

Of course! Every Austin must have his Rosa.

[misanthropicprinciple]

I'm not... totally familiar with that reference, haha.

[daughterofthemark]

I suppose you would not. Austin is a detective from my home world who lived in the far east, who wrote books about his career. Rosa was a young maid who assisted him.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Oh man. I wish I had a maid.

...

Not like that! Just... it'd be nice not to live in my own bachelor squalor, y-you know?

[daughterofthemark]

Perhaps you, too, will one day assist an unexpectedly wealthy guild of adventurers.

[And perhaps one of them will get murdered by her zombie girlfriend.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Oh man. May I be so lucky, amen.

[daughterofthemark]

...wait. Not like what?

[misanthropicprinciple]

What? I didn't say anything. Not like... I can afford a maid, haha. I bet you must have a lot though.

[daughterofthemark]

[Thank you for preserving her purity with this distraction.]

Not personally, but my father employs many servants.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[He's a gentleman and a scholar.]

So your father would be... the king?

[daughterofthemark]

The duke. Caledonia is a duchy.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Uh, but wouldn't that make you a duchess, not a princess?

[He does not understand how this Western royalty stuff works.]

[daughterofthemark]

[Do not question the Etrian logic I mean What a weird question. You're weird, Tenmeowji.]

Not as of yet. I shall become a duchess when my father steps down.

[misanthropicprinciple]

If you say so. I guess that makes sense.

[No, it doesn't? Whatever.]

So that means you're the oldest of your siblings? Uh, if you have any.

[daughterofthemark]

I'm afraid I am an only child.

...which, yes, makes me the oldest. Hehe.