Week 2

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[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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[serrata]

... alright...

[ She comes in closer as requested and then leans in, a little frown on her face. She can't... blame him for getting drunk in this sort of situation but it's kind of concerning how smashed he is. ]

Where'd it all come from?

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Whispered:] They put it in the... the, uh, the... fuck. Li'l... trapdoor in the wall.

[Dumbwaiter, Junpei. You know that word.

Then, he leans in and whispers even more intently:] There were lacy panties in there.

[serrata]

... so those actually work...

[ And if they can come up from somewhere, that means they can go back down. And there has to be somewhere down there things are stored or even other people down there sending them up.

The beginnings of a hare-brained plan are starting to take root in her mind but thankfully for everyone involved he has to follow up with that ]

There-- there were? [ without even thinking, she starts whispering as well in the most scandalized voice imaginable. ] Why would they send you lacy panties?

[ does someone on the production team have a kink??? ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

...Preeeeesent for being a good boy?

[J U N P E I]

[serrata]

[ She looks all sorts of scandalized and like she might be about to bop him one for being a lech. But then she makes a face. ]

... well. It is supposed to be that sort of show.

[ just feel the depths of her disdain through the italics ]

Maybe that's someone's way of encouraging you.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Weeeeell, I'd rather have the girl with no panties than panties with no girl. They're cute, though. Purple. Wanna see?

[Without even waiting for her answer, he goes digging in his Kip pillowcase and pulls out a familiar-looking pair of ladylike underthings.]

See? Frilly.

1/???

[serrata]

Of course you would...

[ When you get wasted, you get wasted Junpei.

She's about to tell him no, she believes him, she's sure these panties are very nice and all but she doesn't need to see them. And then he actually goes and pulls them out and

those are hers. ]

[serrata]

[ JUNPEI HAS HER UNDERWEAR

JUNPEI NOW KNOWS WHAT KIND OF UNDERWEAR SHE WEARS

JUNPEI THINKS SHE WEARS CUTE UNDERWEAR?????? ]

DO...NE....

[serrata]

[ Yuuri lets out a noise like a cat whose tail has just been stood on, snatches them out of his hands and holds them protectively against her chest. ]

Don't just wave them around like that where everyone can see them!

[ she's gone bright red. her voice is cracking. end her life. ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Huh?

[He's not getting it.]

But they don't belong to anybody. And everybody's seen panties before, right? Uhh, well, maybe not Hoshido... Or Clarith? Did they wear panties in... uhhh, magic... fantasy-timey times?

[serrata]

No, I don't-- that doesn't--

[ There's no way of getting out of this without the admission that five seconds prior he was holding up a pair of her panties, is there? ]

Y--you didn't show anyone else, did you? Has anyone else seen them?!

[misanthropicprinciple]

No...?

[Normally, Junpei's detective skills would have kicked in by now, but he's a leeeeetle bit impaired.]

Are they... secret panties?

[serrata]

[ ... you know what. She can work with this. ]

Yes. Deadly secret. Top secret.

[ she leans in, her voice dropping into a conspiratorial whisper. ]

And that's why you can't tell anyone about them. Understand?

[misanthropicprinciple]

'S it a... dangerous secret? I, uh, I'm good at those. Keeping those.

[He rubs his eye with the palm of his hand. Drunk and rosy as he is, he still obviously hasn't slept.]

I know a lot of them, but it isn't enough to help so far...

[serrata]

... no, not a dangerous one. [ because when he says it like that it makes her feel a little bad. he really is in a state. ] Just... one of those secrets that you definitely shouldn't tell. The kind you make pinky promises over.

[ ... she wants to ask "are you really alright" but she knows getting poked and prodded with that sort of question doesn't really help matters any. So instead she tries: ]

How much of that have you drunk so far, anyway?

[misanthropicprinciple]

Uhh.

[He picks up the bottle, looks at it, then shows her. Looks like over four shots' worth are missing.]

This much. Uh, but Clarith had some. So... this much.

[He points to indicate an only slightly smaller amount.]

I'mmmm still good to pinky swear.

[serrata]

[ And suddenly she is much less surprised about the state he's in. No judgement. Just concern. ]

Well-- have you eaten anything yet? Any breakfast?

[ if all that hit him on an empty stomach then she's preeeeeetty sure he's not going to be feeling quite so on top of the world later. ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

I had breakfast. I haaaaad...

[He thinks back. What did he eat?]

Toast. And fried eggs. Coffee. [He realizes where the question is coming from and waves his hand reassuringly in front of his face.] I'll be ohh-kay.

[serrata]

... you look like you're about to fall right on your face.

[ at least he's eaten, though...

But she cracks a smile and holds up her hand, pinky extended. ]

But I won't be a nag so long as we shake on-- those. [ you know what she means. ] Top secret.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[When Junpei smiles--really smiles--he looks like a real boy. He hooks his pinky around hers and shakes once to seal the deal.]

It's a promise.

[serrata]

[ ... oh no, that's not fair, he almost looks like a passably charming human being when he smiles like that. ]

It's a promise.

[ she unhooks their fingers... and then finally peers at his pillowcase to see just what other horrors he might have in there.

Then she does a double take. ]

... is. Is that who I think it is?

[ what other charming mug could that possibly be yuuri, geez ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Ah.]

Mmmmmmmmyep.

[He looks at Kip's incredibly punchable face, takes his whiskey bottle, and grinds the bottom of it into Kip's eye.]

Did you know--did you know, he sicced the, the house on me? Fuckin' asshole.

[serrata]

[ Nice and cathartic. Get wrecked, Kip. ]

The house? How did he do that...?

[ not that she doubts it, but she's imagining... walls closing in and that sort of nonsense which is probably not what he means. ]

And-- well, why? He didn't seem the type to start picking a fight.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Iiiii... kinda jumped him. In the pillow room.

[He wasn't even drunk, he has no excuse.]

[serrata]

You attacked him?

[ She knew you were talking about his face and punching and everything but. Good lord, Junpei. ]

Was... was that before or after you started drinking?

[ she feels like she has to ask. ]