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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deck the halls

[buddyoldpal]

Tenmyouji-kun! Whatever you're on, I want some.

[ Nishitani laughs. Note to self: Junpei is a great drunk. ]

Where'd ya get the booze?

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Junpei cackles and shows him the whiskey.]

Get a glass an' I'll tell you!

1/2

[buddyoldpal]

Fuck yeah! Now we're talkin'!

[ Bruh, he will take you up on that offer. Brb!! ]

One sec.

[buddyoldpal]

[ Yes he dashed to the kitchen for a glass. Obviously. ]

Hit me, kid. No fair ya get ta be the only one havin' a good time!

[misanthropicprinciple]

Kampai!

[Little early there, Junpei, but he pours Nishitani a generous shot (let's be real, it's more than a shot, unless Nishitani actually brought a shot glass. Junpei likes Nishitani, he's getting however much his glass is supposed to hold.)]

It's the good stuff, Nishitani-saaaan. Tastes--tastes like cash.

[buddyoldpal]

[ No, it's definitely more than a shot. Give it here, Junpei, Nishitani is a yakuza, it takes a lot more than this to floor him! ]

Kampai! [ He takes a long sip, smiling as soon as he puts the glass back down. ] Damn, that's some good shit! How'd ya get yer hands on this?

[ And, well, the pedal-car but booze is more important. ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[And Junpei, because he is a disgusting heathen, takes another drink right from the bottle.]

Hell if I know. D'you have one of those... the panel-things, in the wall? In your room, I mean. It was like, I dunno, someone missed my birthday and decided to shove twenty years' worth of shit in there for me.

[buddyoldpal]

[ You rock it, buddy. Nishitani sure as fuck ain't gonna judge. ]

Oh yeah, I hadn't checked 'em, actually. Think it's a gift from yer fans?

[misanthropicprinciple]

Nishitani. Niiiishitani-san.

[Junpei waves him closer, grinning, then screens his mouth with his free hand and stage-whispers loudly:]

Some of them're girl fans.

[buddyoldpal]

[ You are so drunk, Junpei. Nishitani loves drunk Junpei. ]

Ohhhh? You get any love letters, Tenmyooouji-kun?

[ Don't gotta be drunk to sing-song ya, Junpei. ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Better. Soooo much better.

[Oh man, if anyone's going to appreciate this, it's gonna be Nishitani. Junpei looks so wickedly proud of himself.]

I got panties.

[buddyoldpal]

[ Nishitani bursts out laughing. ]

Holy fuckin' shit! For real? Damn, kid!

[ Who knew Junpei had game? ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Also boxers. Expensive boxers. I... am popular.

[Sparkle sparkle.]

[buddyoldpal]

Sweet.

[ High five, dude. Not literally, since he's Japanese, but metaphorically. ]

Guess them aliens watchin' like yer moves, Tenmyouji-kun.

[misanthropicprinciple]

You think... Nishitani-san, d'you think aliens... do you think they're really like that...?

[Nishitani-san, have you seen that hentai?]

[buddyoldpal]

Hmm? Like what?

[ Please tell him. Please. He is not into 2D hentai ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

You know... like...

...Do they do it with tentacles.

[buddyoldpal]

[ Nishitani considers this. He's. He's serious. (No he's being facetious.) ]

Ya know, maybe they do? Might hafta ask Larimer-san, eh?

[misanthropicprinciple]

No. He's... he is the worst.

[Junpei points angrily at, ah, nothing in particular to illustrate his point.]

He was all... 'Duhhhh, Junpei, do you need a space Xanax?' And he sicced the house on me. And! He's stupid. He has a stupid face.

[buddyoldpal]

He did all that? What a fuckin' asshole.

[ You're drunk so he's pretty sure that's all gibberish, ok. Nishitani will take another sip of his drink and continue to enjoy the show. ]

Won't argue with ya there. He didn't strike me as bein' too quick in the head. You have a talk with 'im?

[misanthropicprinciple]

Iiiiiii...

[Sloshed as he is, he still has the presence of mind to look embarrassed.]

...had a fight with him. Sort of. I kinda... tried to get information out'f him.

[buddyoldpal]

Damn, for real?

[ He's proud of you, Junpei, he puts a hand on your shoulder. ]

Ya find out anythin' good?

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Sigh.]

Nothing helpful. But... he's really strong. Un--inhumanly strong.

[Pause.]

'M not just saying that 'cause I'm a weak nerd, either. I can fight, and he's. He's too strong. But he didn't fight back, either. He called PAL.

[buddyoldpal]

Ya serious?! [ That gives him a. a fire in his eyes. ] A strong guy, huh... Shit, he didn't look it...

Why'd a strong-ass guy ask his lil' computer buddy for help? That don't make any sense.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Maybe... he's strong, but doesn't know how to fight?

[He could just work out without combat or self-defense training. You know. Like a self-absorbed, image-conscious person whose career depends on his looks.]

Maybe he didn't want to get hurt.