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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[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. ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Uh, before? [Duh, Wakasa! ...She had no way of knowing that.] This was--the whiskey only came today. This happened a couple days ago.

[The day before she told him about her scar, even.]

[serrata]

[ So he really doesn't have an excuse...

She gives a sigh. ]

Well, as long as you didn't get hurt...

[ a beat. and then she looks worried all over again. ]

You didn't, did you? It says on the rules... "appropriate retaliation" or "a formal punishment"...

[misanthropicprinciple]

...No. He called PAL, an' a... robot arm thing came out of the ceiling. But I just got a warning.

[At least he doesn't sound proud of what he did.]

[serrata]

[ She pulls a face. ]

I figured they must have some way of stopping you hurting the Overseers but I almost expected... well. More of what happened with the P.I.P.

[ she was imagining you getting tazed. again. ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[He sighs.]

Yeah, me too... though, PAL def-initely didn't hurt me as much as the Pippy did. Can't relax now, though, thinkin' about robots opening up the walls...

[serrata]

[ ... oh god now she's thinking about it too. Thanks Junpei. ]

You don't think they can just... come out of anywhere, do you? There must be some sort of safe spots...

[ she doesn't want to be thinking about grabby robot hands while she's in the shower. good lord. it better not be one of THOSE tv shows. ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

...Probably can't see without a camera.

[That's how computers work, right?]