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

[brokencode]

No. I... remember very little of the time around receiving these. [Trauma would do that to you.] I was in my early teens, perhaps even my pre-teens. There was a flash of light, and then... [She wriggled her fingers.]

It is a mystery. We know very little about the origins of sirens, save that they are tied in some way or another to an alien race.

[While Queenie's touch was well-received, Angel found herself wishing she could muster up the same excitement as the woman. Unfortunately, her powers were inextricably connected to horrific memories. Not to mention her sequestered way of living back home.]

Back home, I was able to alter the flow of electricity, even manipulate technology. I even managed to alter the appearance of my surroundings.

Here though? I can do nothing more than make the lights flicker.

[Why Angel felt so safe in telling Queenie this, she didn't know. Something about the aura of the woman, perhaps? Still...]

Please... do not tell this to anyone. It is meant to be a secret, even back where I live. In the wrong hands, the information could prove dangerous.

[goteachother]

[Magical tattoos, then? That was even more fascinating!

Or at least alien tattoos.]

Not being able to do everything you should be able to seems to kinda be a trend. I was talking to someone last night and he said the same thing.

[Not quite ready to mention the fact that she still has her magic, she's just mostly useless without her wand.]

Naw, course not sweetie. Your secret's safe with me. [Should she tell her? Oh how can she let Angel tell her all this and not trust her in return? Nope she's gotta.]

I've got things I'm not supposed to tell people either. I- I'm a witch.

[brokencode]

It's strange, isn't it. Though I suppose I shouldn't be surprised -- having my powers would undoubtedly create trouble for us all.

[Magic was more than a little unheard of in Angel's time, but she'd learned by now that her time didn't mean much of anything. Being a witch was probably common where Queenie came from.]

That's amazing. We have a bit in common then, don't we? [For the first time, Angel managed a smile that she actually meant.] I will keep your secret safe though, Queenie. I promise.

[goteachother]

Are there ways to dampen your powers back home or is it just something here?

[Because she expected not to be able to do things without her wand, her magic was still there she just couldn't do a whole lot.

Except for the legilimency it was actually pretty normal. How they could have taken that from her, she wasn't sure.]

Seems like it! [Oh! gosh, right she still has your hand. hahaha sorry Angel you can have that back now.]

[brokencode]

There are... ways.

[You're like a little princess. And this is your throne.

Angel shivered at the memory.]

But from what I recall, they are far more complex than whatever is happening here. Sirens would... typically have to be effectively immobilized in a massive chamber.

[Say hello to your new home.

Caught up as she was in her thoughts, she didn't realize that Queenie was still hanging on until well-after she had let go. The absence of warmth did little to help Angel's mental despair.

Why it was happening again, she couldn't say. Angel had long since resigned herself to her fate.]

[goteachother]

[The fact that Angel doesn't immediately take her hand back, or take some space back or any of the things people normally did when they were kind of done with an enthusiastic Queenie in their space makes her head tilt. And Even as Angel's explaining there's a little hint of distance in her voice like the words are there but her mind is elsewhere and Queenie is all too familiar with that.

So she snatches Angel's hand back and tugs her gently after her, into the bathroom proper, beaming at her hopefully.]

Well we'll figure it all out eventually. [Dismissive and trying so very hard to change the subject. Because there's obviously something bad there so distractions for the win. And because there's so much stuff in this bathroom that Queenie doesn't understand.]

Maybe you can tell me what some of this stuff is... and if any of it will fix this.

[brokencode]

[The distraction was greatly appreciated, the renewed contact tugging Angel from her reverie. Hesitantly, her fingers curled around Queenie's own, then gave them a grateful squeeze. Though the memories of her captivity lingered, they shifted from the trauma of her imprisonment to that which had deprived her. This right here, holding hands and seeking comfort from someone who was, for lack of a better word, a friend, was a truly horrible thing to miss out on.]

I am sure we will. [Angel was at least socially experienced enough to know that this was a subject change, and quickly tried to force her mind from the rut it was in. Thankfully, Queenie even managed to afford her an opportunity to do so.]

You're looking to fix your hair and makeup, right? I... think your best bet might be to wet it down, and brush it out after.

[goteachother]

[She didn't need a different word. Queenie was now, officially less than 10 minutes after meeting her, her friend. To be fair, until proven otherwise, Queenie was everyone's friend.]

I'm less worried about the makeup and more-

[She's so frizzy without her sleekeazy's and it's distressing. Ugh Angel your hair is all pretty and straight-ish and not awful.]

It'll just get... bigger. Ain't there anything in here that'll make it all... well, sleek?

[Life is hard for not!Jewish ladies okay.]

[brokencode]

I know... straighteners exist. I think I remember seeing girls doing their hair with them on the ECHOnet. But I don't know if they put them in these bathrooms.

[They should have, considering they were, apparently, supposed to win over a man and be on television. How could they do any of that if they weren't at their best, appearance wise. Not that Queenie looked bad, in any way. Quite the opposite, in Angel's opinion.]

It should be shaped like a 'v' and have a cord coming off of it, if we do have one here.