Week 2

[airlockedmods]

[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!]

Comments

[misanthropicprinciple]

[He whines and covers his head, frowning at her.]

Violeeeennnceee! PAL, help me!

[airlockedmods]

Get a job with the network and maybe we'll talk.

[nojohnyouare]

[Mai looks up at the ceiling.]

...Favouritism.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Did--did you hear that?

[Points to the... ceiling, while looking at Mai.]

You heard that! He admitted it! He admitted we don't work here, we're--we're not actors! DID YOU HEAR THAT, LARIMER?!

[nojohnyouare]

He's probably asleep. [pause] Speaking of whom. You know that bachelor show.

[misanthropicprinciple]

The... [It takes a moment for his pickled brain to switch gears.] Uh... yyyyeah?

[nojohnyouare]

When the host gave someone a rose. Was it important? Church thinks it was, but he wouldn't explain.

[misanthropicprinciple]

The... the host doesn't give the rose, the bachelor does. To the ones he wants to keep on the show.

[nojohnyouare]

...That's why Church made a big deal out of it. Did you get one?

[misanthropicprinciple]

From Church? No. Wouuuuldn't want one from him. He's seven.

[nojohnyouare]

From Kip. Church asked about it.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[ImMEdiately:] Rather get a Church from rose than a--a, thing. Kip.

...He SUCKS.

[nojohnyouare]

It really was just me? [headtilt...]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Junpei looks immediately alarmed. If he were standing, he'd probably try to put his hands on Mai's shoulders; but since he's still scrunched into the car, he reaches out and... kind of bats her shin instead. Like a cat. Tenmeowji.]

Kawasumi. Kawasumi-chan. Don't... don't fall for it. Yeah?

[nojohnyouare]

[She stares at him, kneels down, and pats his head with the hand that's not still holding the sword. He really is a cat.]

I know. I don't understand these people.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[If he remembers this tomorrow, he's going to be embarrassed, probably. A high school girl just petted him like he's an adorable woodland creature. For now, though, the kind touch barely registers as something that even could be unwanted.]

Us? ...Kip?

[nojohnyouare]

[nod] Kidnappers who act nice. Murder encouraged, but then explained as just a leftover from a story. Fried bugs.

[misanthropicprinciple]

...

[He holds up a hand.]

I... I'm too drunk to under... to explain the thing, but not-drunk Junpei knows about that. Ask not-drunk Junpei, becaaaause he's a detective. But...

Fried bugs?

[nojohnyouare]

...In my dumbwaiter. A giant spider. Deep-fried.

[misanthropicprinciple]

...

...

...

Ewwwwwwwwww!

[nojohnyouare]

Arianna didn't want it either.

[misanthropicprinciple]

They only put fun things in mine! Gross!

[nojohnyouare]

I did get my sword.

[She holds it up to show him. It's a very plastic prop sword, marked as property of the Eastern High drama club.]

But it's still plastic.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[He touches it, and yup. Sure is plastic.]

I got... everything I got was fun. Or a toy. Or...

[He points to his clothes, then mumbles "oh yeah" and draws up his Kip pillowcase.]

Or sexy. I got panties. D'you--uh, do you need more panties? Since, no laundry.

[nojohnyouare]

[stares at the body pillow. ...stares at Junpei.]

Panties?