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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[plugout]

[ This keeps happening and it is not fair!! He doesn't deserve this. For a second he considers pulling Nishitani into the pool but haha he isn't suicidal. ]

I just-- th-the artist ran out of ink!

[ kay ]

[buddyoldpal]

[ Yeah, smart move, he'd make your life even more of a living hell, Rhys... ]

"Ran outta ink" hasta be the dumbest excuse I ever heard. Ya wanna see a real tattoo, kid?

[ You're like 5 seconds away from a dramatic yakuza shirt-rip-off, just so you know. ]

[plugout]

[ :| ]

For your information, this is a real tattoo. Real ink. Real. Tattoo. I spent hours in that chair getting these done!

[buddyoldpal]

I ain't callin' it fake cause it'll wash off, Legs. 'm callin it fake cause it's weak.

[ You can't out-tattoo a yakuza, kid, turn back. ]

Aw, it took ya hours? Over how many months? It did take ya months, didn't it? Didja get a friend ta hold yer hand through it, too?

[ Wow, that's mean, Nishitani. Stop.... ]

[plugout]

It's not weak!

[ Why is this happening all the time ]

It took long enough! And I didn't need anyone to-- to hold my hand.

[buddyoldpal]

It's weak kid. Ya wanna show yer devotion? Ya go all the way.

[ He is practically itching to take his shirt off and show you but also Rhys isn't... worth his time... It's a conundrum. ]

[plugout]

Yeah? Uh-huh, sure, big talk from a guy who won't show what he's got.

[ don't do it ]

If you have anything to show off.

[buddyoldpal]

[ Nishitani laughs. And laughs.

And he keeps laughing. ]

Ya don't know what we do in the yakuza, do ya, kid?

[plugout]

[ Why do you keep laughing!!! ]

Uhh, does it look like I even know what a yakuza is? It doesn't even sound like a real thing.

[ At least he sounds convinced that what he's saying is legit... ]

[buddyoldpal]

[ Nishitani shakes his head. Rhys.... Rhys. There's a pool there. And you're goading a criminal. ]

Ya wanna see my tats so badly, kid? Come up here and fight me, I'll take my shirt off for ya.

[plugout]

Wh-- no! I'm not going to fight you again so you can make fun of me again!

[buddyoldpal]

[ Nishitani gives a full-bodied laugh, stepping back from the pool. ]

Then I guess yer gonna hafta keep dreamin', kiddo. I only take my shirt off fer strong guys and hot girls.

[plugout]

[ This is the worst, and it just keeps happening. ]

I didn't even-- I'm not even interested in seeing them, where did you get that idea?!

[ That's a lie. ]

[buddyoldpal]

Ya wanna know if I got any tats ta show off, pal, that means ya wanna see me strip outta my shirt.

[ HEH. ]

I don't blame ya, Legs-kun, I know I'm pretty hot.

[plugout]

[ ]

No one is-- literally no one is saying anything like that!

[ k rhys ]

That's stupid.

[buddyoldpal]

[ ]

I could give ya a peek, I guess. Since ya wanna see so bad...

[ wow rhys if you want him to strip just say so ]

[plugout]

[ this just keeps happening ]

I-- wh-- when di-- I don't want to see them that badly!

[ Oh, he gave himself away. It's fine. ]

[buddyoldpal]

But ya do wanna see 'em, huh?

[ Oh, Rhys... does anyone stick their foot in their mouth quite so much as you? ]

Can't leave one o' my own adorin' fans out in the cold. Tell ya what.

[ He slips his jacket off in one quick movement. Holy shit, how'd he do that so quick? (It's a Yakuza skill.) Don't worry, he's still wearing a shirt. For now. ]

I'll roll up my sleeves, howssat? Ain't as impressive as what I got goin' on in the front, but...

[plugout]

Ohhhh my god why is this happening--

[ Oh, okay. That's fine. It could be wor-- how does he keep being so fast. Why. How is this fair. ]

You're gonna do it no matter what I say.

[buddyoldpal]

Yeah, yer gettin' it now, Legs-kun.

[ He smirks. But look!! He's rolled up both sleeves up to his elbows and true enough, there's flowing, dark patterns working their way up his arms down to about halfway up his forearm. He wasn't kidding, obviously.

Uh, but he does flex when he does this and yes, he's really ripped. Never mind that he's in his 40s. ]

[plugout]

[ What the hell. How is any of this fair. What the fuck.

Rhys is blatantly staring. He can't look away from Muscle City. But finally he starts thinking again, and he remembers he wants to stop seeming like such a moron? ]

How-- how the hell did you get so ripped?

[buddyoldpal]

[ Stop seeming like a moron? Rhys, you poor goon, set your goals a little lower next time.

Nishitani chuckles, rolling his sleeves back down. ]

I could tell ya, but ya'd have ta buy me dinner first.

[plugout]

Yyyyyeah I'll file that on absolutely not.

[buddyoldpal]

Your loss, Legs-kun.

[ Wink. ]

[plugout]

That's--

[ doN'T WINK AT HIM, JESUS ]

... That's a loss I'm willing to take.