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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[scourgingstars]

...You...are aware we have rooms for that, yes?

[misanthropicprinciple]

[SIGH]

Yes, Mom. I'm used to it, okay? I usually sleep in the tub at home.

[scourgingstars]

[??????????????????????]

Why?

[misanthropicprinciple]

I don't question your lifestyle choices, do I? Why are you up at ass o'clock in the morning?

[scourgingstars]

[junpei he's from a city called insomnia.]

I-...simply couldn't sleep, that's all.

[Strangely enough, he didn't even look remotely tired. Or in fact any different from day one whatsoever, even the disheveled hair and five o'clock shadow were exactly the same.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Junpei... has probably noted that already, but also, he just woke up.]

So, I sleep better with the water running. Have you tried yoga?

[scourgingstars]

Have you?

[what the hell's a yoga]

Surely there is some easier way to accomplish that.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Well, sure, there's Soporil, but I don't see any of that around, do you?

[scourgingstars]

I wouldn't know it even if I were to see it.

[duh, junpei]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Right, it's... a really powerful sleeping agent. I've it work as an injectable, but it's still effective in gas form, too.

[...]

Look. If we're going to talk, can I put some pants on...?

[scourgingstars]

That may be a good idea, yes.

[misanthropicprinciple]

...

My pants are in my room.

[You know. Past Ardyn.]

[scourgingstars]

[FINE, geez, he'll just casually step aside.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Junpei grumbles, but closes the shower room door, wraps a towel around his hips, and exits with his jumpsuit folded over his arm.]

Where should we talk, the dining room? I assume both our roommates are asleep.

[Like normal people.]

[scourgingstars]

That's entirely fine with me. I doubt many of the others will be wandering about this late.

[goddamn weird normal people]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Meet you there.

[Off he go.

After changing back into his shirt and pants, Junpei walks through the dining room only to find the kitchen is locked.]

Seriously? Damn it...

[scourgingstars]

It's locked? That--no, perhaps that makes sense. If they're ever to restock somehow, it would be a problem on their end for a multitude of reasons if we were to catch them in the act.

[misanthropicprinciple]

But I want coffee.

[Who does he have to kill? Haha, murder game jokes!]

[scourgingstars]

...At past two in the morning.

[you are a weird child.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

If I have to be awake at this hour, I want to do it without having to peel my eyes open after every blink.

[His voice goes wistful.]

I was having such a nice dream, too... they were all wearing yukata in the rain...

[scourgingstars]

You can hardly blame me for that. Had I not awoken you, you can be certain one of the others would have.

[SLEEP IN A NORMAL BED, JUNPEI]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[YOU'RE NOT HIS REAL MOM]

Lousy, good-for-nothing, meddlesome goody-two-shoes roommates. Come on, I bet Church sleeps like a rock.

[scourgingstars]

I've not tested the theory, but he does seem the sort that would.

[misanthropicprinciple]

I think Finn's used to having bunkmates, too. Soldier life, right? You're the only one I'd wake up, so it's not like I'm bothering anyone in there.

[scourgingstars]

The unfortunate honor does indeed appear to be mine alone. [There goes the polite sarcasm again.] I should be flattered.