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]

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[buddyoldpal]

Eh, nobody's gonna know if ya only do a little bit. Only us hardcore types go for the real deal.

[ He winks and rolls up his sleeve, revealing some dark, sweeping patterns just below his wrist. They clearly go further down... ]

We all make sacrifices for that cash dollar

[misanthropicprinciple]

...So you've really got the...?

[He gestures with one hand up and down his front, then waggles it as best he can behind his back as well. The whole package, huh?]

that's the yakuza life

[buddyoldpal]

Oh, yeah! Sleeves, my back, my sides... I got my own family, I gotta lead by example.

[ Plus they're fucking rad. ]

Maybe I'll show ya someday.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Junpei holds up that hand.]

Don't get me wrong, Nishitani-san, you're great, but--no. No thanks.

[You're O L D.]

this is why he likes you best, junpei

[buddyoldpal]

[ Nishitani bursts out laughing. ]

Fuck, that's a good one!

[ Give him a sec, he'll eventually wind down. ]

Ain't exactly what I meant, but good on ya fer thinkin' so. Sorry ta say, I like my guys a lil' older or a lil' rougher than you.

Because he IS the best, right?

[misanthropicprinciple]

What--I can be rough! Come on. I'm a detective.

[LOOK AT ME AND MY BAD HAIRCUT I'M SO EDGY ANGST ANGST ANGST]

he thinks he's tough

[buddyoldpal]

Yeah, sorry, pal, but you ain't no yakuza. If I think I can break ya, ya ain't my type.

[ Look up Majima in Yakuza 0, that's his type. ]

He's so tough! He'll fight you! He'll die, but he'll fight you!

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Junpei still looks affronted, but he's not blind, or stupid. He closes his mouth, peeved, then crosses his arms.]

Yeah, well, maybe I couldn't take you in a fight--and also, you're way outside my dateable age bracket, so, uh, we're in agreement there--but I'm tougher than I look. Okay? I'm a hard dude.

[hahaha.wav]

I can't believe Junpei Tenmyouji is fucking dead

[buddyoldpal]

Yeah, I believe ya kid. Ya don't take a shock to the arm and walk it off if yer a total pansy.

[ You gave him a good laugh so he'll be straight with you, Junpei. Lavish in this rare kindness. ]

Please, I can't believe he's survived over nine hours without bad ending

[misanthropicprinciple]

Great. Fine. ...Cool.

[He glances away and nods to himself, still looking like sour grapes, and then adds:]

I'm twenty-two. I'm still--my muscles are still developing.

[>:( !!!]

9 hours 9 persons 9 dead junpeis

[buddyoldpal]

[ Nishitani chuckles still. ]

Yeah, that's a goood age ta get 'em. [ He smirks. ] I can train ya if ya want sometime. Ain't got much better ta do around here. Not much of a teacher though, so who knows if ya'll even learn somethin'!

You say that like it's a joke but isn't that the title of the game

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Junpei looks a li'l intimidated for a second, but actually...]

You know that... pillowy room next door? That might not be a bad place to try...

it basically is, I got every ending in 999, can confirm

[buddyoldpal]

Yeah, that's the ticket! Least that way when I trounce ya, ya won't get too bruised up.

[ And because this is Nishitani, and we must never forget that he is Weird... ]

Not that ya wouldn't look bad with a few bruises, mind ya. But ya don't seem the type ta be into that.

[ He smirks. NOT EVERYONE IS INTO VIOLENCE, NISHITANI. ]

Maybe Zero could have thought that through more kindly...

[misanthropicprinciple]

I thought we agreed neither of us is hitting on the other.

[Come on, dude.]

ah yes. good joke.

[buddyoldpal]

It's trainin', kid. How ya gonna learn ta throw a punch if ya don't punch somebody?

[ Yakuza training!! ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Hitting on, Nishitani-san. I agree to the hitting, pass on the hitting on.

[buddyoldpal]

Ahh, gotcha, gotcha. I can't help myself sometimes, I get gabbin', y'know?

[ He laughs, even bowing his head. ]

Don't worry, kiddo, yer virtue is safe from me. Promise, fer real.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Phew. [Junpei puts a hand to his heart and says piously:] So I'll still be good for marriage. Thank you, Nishitani-san. You're a gentleman and a scholar.

[buddyoldpal]

[ Nishitani pats him on the head. It's almost sweet, except... ]

Yep, ya'll stay as virginal as the day ya were born, son.

[ Haha, he's so fucking rude. ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[What an asshole. At least Junpei saw this coming.]

Ah, so my purity shines like first morning light on the driven snow... Good to know, man. Means I'll be more appealing to a distinguishing market.

[buddyoldpal]

Sure, keep tellin' yerself that, Tenmyouji-kun. Least we ain't in the same bracket here.

[ That would be the worst competition ever. ]