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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[desperateprayer]

...........I'm a Netsuma. Where I come from... Netsumas are... Considered sinful demons who shouldn't exist. S-So...

[ She's doing better here, but she's a lot more bitter than she's letting on. She's just meek around other people. A people pleaser. ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

That...

[ネツマ. 熱魔...?]

That sounds like Japanese. But your name and the places you live--those are in a more European-style language, aren't they? So, being a Netsuma... does it mark you as foreign in some way?

[desperateprayer]

...I wouldn't know. Th-The Netsuma have been living in the Evillious region for a long time. Centuries, really.

[ One of her ancestors was around in EC 100. ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

If it is something like that... Human beings are always cruel to people they think of as 'different.'

[Sixteen years ago, he met a girl they called strange and scary...]

It's no excuse for what it sounds like they put you through. But it's got nothing to do with anything you did. [His arms are folded across his chest.] It's humanity's ugly truth. Not yours.

[desperateprayer]

...Everyone in Elphegort has green hair. It's... Really beautiful, honestly... ...Then there's me... ...It's all right. I... Don't mind if I'm hated. As long as I have one person by my side... I'll be fine.

[misanthropicprinciple]

...That doesn't mean it's right.

[desperateprayer]

...But it's still how things are. And... I can't change it. We... We can't leave--my mother would never survive the move. A-And there's nowhere that would accept someone like me. I have no real skills... I j-just know how to cook and pick trauben...

[misanthropicprinciple]

...Okay, I don't, uh. I don't know what trauben are. But.

[He starts counting on his fingers.]

You care for your mother. You cook, which is a damn sight more than I think half our group can manage. You've adjusted fast as anybody to what's probably been the worst culture shock of your life, and just now went right ahead and decided to put what you do know to use helping the group.

[...]

I'm not saying you have to turn your whole worldview around just because I said so. But I think... it's worth giving yourself another look.

[desperateprayer]

........I can try.

[ But she's fighting twenty years of abuse. ]