theairlock | Week 2

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!round 2,
!week 2

Week 2

[Other than the reappearance of the Overseer, there's no real change in the routine. PAL still makes the morning and night time announcements through the PIP on each Champion's arm, and still the Champion unitards are freshly laundered and re-hung each morning in their closets.

No other floors unlock, but Cece and Kip will still be appearing randomly to chit-chat.

All you know is... something has to change soon.]

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[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your AC for week 1 and submit your threads for the Benefactors!]

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[Mary still isn't able to accept the fact that she isn't able to connect with the wizard. So, she's come out to the garden this morning- looking around quickly to make sure no one's currently around, before she tries activating her powers again.]

Shazam! [...nothing] Shazam! [again.] Shazam! [....this might go on for a while]

[Much later, she can be found in the kitchen, preparing to bake. She's hunched over the cookbook, frowning]

It's no Little House Cookbook, but it seems easy enough...

Well... I found you, right?

[he doesn't trust her at all, but she might be more interesting then camera placement]

[Lee's her own story's hero, but already knows she isn't the most popular either here or back home. Queenie, with her energy and organization and that grown type of bubbly cuteness, is probably number one right now, and it stings her a little to put it in her hands. But she's taking offers from anybody, and that even includes her.

The eye is perfect, and the look on her face says as much. It isn't the label logo, but that's just cheesy: it's unblinking instead of slanting away like a teardrop eye.] It's how I calm down. It's all starting to get to even me a little.

[one word: Santa]

Perfume and, like, they've been going at the scotch all day.

Man, I don't even want to get into the whole having a bomb go off inside me, everyone thinking they were thrown into the future, me thinking I'd been thrown into the past, and then doing a bunch of repetitive time travel and not being able to change things. Because if someone thought that up, they're a god damn moron!

Well, if you don't want to see it you've got a lot more choices.

What means a lot to you besides your mom?

But I'm a casual nerd who doesn't go nerding about all the nerd long day.

I know it's wasteful. But.

[Strike her down! That's a lovely smile!]

Sheesh. Yeah, no, I get it. Though it might have been cheaper if they had someone like me around who could make a few grow into however many you needed.

[Trying to sell herself? Maybe. She's sure Cece knows what she's talking about anyways.]

So why is a pretty girl like you all by her lonesome?

[nod] Good. ...I'm sorry.

[June's outfit is cute!]

Uh, more like the first kind, except more ricey and cottony.

[So, more like one might imagine Junpei's grandmother might smell like, if we had any idea what any of his family was remotely like at all.]

Man, I got--[he starts cracking up and he's not even drunk yet, this should be good] The girls--the girls! One of the girls must've got this like...I don't know if it's the most unfortunately shaped spaceship I've ever seen, or a dildo made to look like a ship, and some of the more, haha, delicate girls were freaking out about it. Tossing it around! Like a hot potato! And screaming, oh my god, I thought someone was dying in there!

We can make vodka taste like anything. Seriously, whatever it is, I'm sure there's a market for it. Go on, take a sip of it; I already had some earlier.