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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[misanthropicprinciple]

Goooooood, good. Here, let's get you more comfortable.

[He puts the pillow down to tuck Kip in more securely--actually bundling him in like a cocoon. Then he puts the pillow on top, as if he's making a Kip sundae and the pillow's the cherry.]

Just stay right there.

[theoverseen]

[I mean, he will, as long as he's able to breathe.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Great, because now Junpei's just going to pile every goddamn cushion in this room on top of Kip.]

Can you move at all?

[theoverseen]

[Kip wakes up a little bit more at that, blinking owlishly and squirming, stretching his arms out over his head.]

Mm-hmm.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[In a low hiss:] Damn.

[Oh well, whatever, Junpei doesn't have unlimited patience. He quickly jumps on top of the heap of pillows and tries to pin Kip there with his weight. It's not violence if it doesn't hurt, right?]

Okay, talk. Or so help me, I will yell until someone else gets here and get them-- [He points out the door.] --to get me-- [He points to himself.] --all the blankets from the other rooms. And then you roast, TV man. So what's it gonna be?

[theoverseen]

[Kip's eyes jolt open, and he screams. The pile of blankets thrashes with more force than a normal human ought to, and he starts to try to drag himself out from under the blanket pile with his arms.]

What the fucking fucky fuck! [He sounds offended.] You could just have asked NICELY, you know!

[misanthropicprinciple]

Whoa--

[Okay, that's stronger flailing than expected, and it's not like Junpei's got the steadiest seating here. As gamely as he tries to hold on, the pillows are slipping. He flings himself lengthwise after poor Kip.]

What, like your bosses asked US nicely?! Why don't you tell us about them? Or does your contract happen to cover pissed Champion-related work injuries?

1/2

[theoverseen]

[Now once he's free, his body is touch-warm and strong like trying to hold onto a relatively hairless tiger in a flannel shirt.]

I do not consent to THIS! PAL! PAL, you useless bucket of bolts, HELP ME!

2/2

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[A long robot arm comes out of the ceiling and hooks around Junpei's chest, peeling him up off of Kip with robotic strength and holding him while the host (whose hair is definitely doing the Ghibli floof) scrambles up to his feet.]

This is a warning. Please refrain from attacking the host.

[misanthropicprinciple]

EeeyEAAHH--!

[Junpei yelps as he's hoisted aloft, then goes very still while he processes what's happening. Hm. Yes. This appears to be a Problem.]

...Uh. Yeah. Okay.

[Gulp.]

[theoverseen]

[Kip frowns and straightens his clothes and hair, very much like a bird soothing down ruffled feathers.]

Okay, PAL, you can put him down now.

[PAL does so, lowering Junpei back to the plush floor. Kip puts his hands on his hips.]

And just what was THAT about?!

[misanthropicprinciple]

[It is very hard to maintain adequate shout levels when you're terrified the house is going to eat you. Junpei wipes sweat from his face with the back of his hand and only straightens a little bit to look at Kip.]

Wh-what? Uh, like you wouldn't?!

[theoverseen]

Uh, no, because I'm not a CRAZY PERSON!

[misanthropicprinciple]

Oh, because you're so clean, standing by waiting for a photo op while you're destroying our lives!

[theoverseen]

How have I destroyed anything?! I'm just the HOST! And anyway, you haven't been doing anything but hanging out and having fun!

[misanthropicprinciple]

What the hell have you been watching? I've been trying to find a way out the ENTIRE TIME!

[theoverseen]

WELL HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT WAS WHAT YOU WERE TRYING TO DO?!

[misanthropicprinciple]

Of course it's--! WHY WOULD I BE DOING ANYTHING ELSE?!

[theoverseen]

I DUNNO BECAUSE YOU WANT TO HANG OUT AND MAKE FRIENDS?!

[misanthropicprinciple]

I'm trapped God knows where with no time limit and my memory's been suppressed AND I'VE BEEN PRACTICALLY ELECTROCUTED BY THIS THING IN MY ARM AND YOU THINK I CAN MAKE FRIENDS?!?!

[Junpei sucks in a huge, deep breath.]

I'M NOT DOING THIS AGAIN!

[theoverseen]

[The feedback loop stops abruptly.]

Uh-

Are you ok?

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Junpei hasn't been okay for over a year. He scoops up a pillow to hurl at Kip. IT'S NOT VIOLENCE IF IT'S SOFT AND DOWNY!]

Fuck off!

[theoverseen]

[Kip ducks. The pillow hits the wall harmlessly behind him.]

Do you- do you need a Spanax...

[misanthropicprinciple]

What part of "fuck off" isn't being translated by whatever bullshit translates shit?

[theoverseen]

Okay, okay, I'm- I'm leaving. Yeesh.

[As he leaves the room, he mutters "Someone's sick of being typecast"]