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!]

Comments

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Whoa-oah. Junpei's unsteady enough as it is, so he holds onto the sides of the car while Takumi pushes it around and glares at him.]

You're on the naughty list.

[tacomeme]

If you throw up I'm not cleaning it.

[He does stop shaking the car at least]

Where did you even get liquor? If that's cooking alcohol I'm telling Nari to ban your from the kitchen.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Don't cook with this.

[HISSSSS. He clutches the bottle of whiskey to his chest.]

This is too good for cooking. This is snobby asshole liquor. And it came outta the... the, the small elevator. In the rooms. For snobby assholes.

[tacomeme]

Elevator? Can you show me?

[misanthropicprinciple]

Get your foot off my car.

[tacomeme]

[He steps back, crossing his arms and waiting.

Of course he expects that Junpei will bend to his request, not escape in his illegal street racer]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Junpei is a happy (or happiER, at least) drunk, so he just turns back in his seat and reverses slowly the way he came.]

This-a-way.

[Beep beep beep. Junpei reverses back to Room 8, then waves his PIP over the lock to get it open. All without getting out of the car.]

After you.

[tacomeme]

... will your carriage even fit in there?

[Either way, he walks in. Which may or may not be wise]

[misanthropicprinciple]

If I pick it up and go sideways.

[Which it seems he is not inclined to do. With some difficulty, he extricates himself from the car, immediately sways and almost falls, but braces himself on the doorframe and staggers across to point out the panel in the wall.]

See? Here. [He bops his fist onto his palm, lighting up.] Dumbwaiter! That's the word.

[tacomeme]

Oh, we have one of these in our room too. And all this stuff was just waiting in it for you?

[misanthropicprinciple]

Yeah. Not sure when it got there, 'cause I wasn't... wasn't in here since yesterday.

[tacomeme]

You didn't sleep?

[misanthropicprinciple]

I was busy.

[tacomeme]

Fair enough.

[He can't judge not sleeping: he hasn't been doing much of it either]

Still, this means there's another floor these items are coming from. Hmmm...

[He's just gonna poke his head in there]

[misanthropicprinciple]

If that thing turns on you're gonna decapitate. Get... get decapideaded.

[tacomeme]

[He yelps, yanking his head back, then reining in his ponytail to make sure IT'S clear too]

D-don't scar me like that!

[misanthropicprinciple]

Just saying, man, 's a mini-vator. Goes up and down.

[He peers in, too, though without sticking his head inside.]

...Maybe should put... something in there. To see which way it goes. ...No, paper seal won't work...

[tacomeme]

String maybe? Probably can't tell if it goes up or down but if we can find something long enough we could get an idea of how far it goes...

[misanthropicprinciple]

They gave me an ACE wrap and bandages, but I don't think those'll even go a whole story.