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

[desperateprayer]

Come in! Is there something you want me to wash, Sir Roland?

[ ...Listen, dry cleaning doesn't fucking exist. ]

[honoraryembryon]

Not so much, I can do my own laundry, it's more... I was wondering if you knew about your dress...

[ How does he broach this. ]

[desperateprayer]

What about it? I felt it needed to be cleaned, so...

[honoraryembryon]

... They can't be hand-washed.

[ Sob he's so sorry ]

I mean, usually, dresses in this day and age can't, anyway, because they tend to be dry-clean only... getting them cleaned with water and regular soap tends to ruin the fabric.

[desperateprayer]

...Dry...Clean...?

[ That sounds like it's made-up. ]

[honoraryembryon]

Well... it's an odd phrase, I guess, but they usually mean cleaning the fabrics with chemicals instead of with soap and water so as not to damage them. You know, man-made things.

[ It's... hard to explain this now that he thinks about it. ]

It's... kind of a special process.

[desperateprayer]

O-Oh. ...I don't mind, the dress was... T-Too beautiful for someone like me.

[honoraryembryon]

... I don't think that's true.

[ HE DISAGREES VEHEMENTLY, but not because he wants to be gross or anything. ]

They could probably replace it easily, I think, though. Honestly, we should be asking for clothing we're all more comfortable in regardless.

[desperateprayer]

...No, it's okay. I know I'm... Not very good-looking, with this ugly white hair of mine...

[ Years of abuse have really gotten to her. ]

[honoraryembryon]

Clarith... why do you hate your hair so much? I mean, I know albinism has a stigma against it in some cultures, but... was your home that bad?

[ ... It sounds bad. ]

There's... nothing wrong with the way you look.

[desperateprayer]

...Where I live, everyone... Has beautiful, green hair like Miss Mikaela. I... Don't look like that. I'm strange, because I'm a Netsuma... If I wasn't, maybe... I wouldn't be so hated...

[honoraryembryon]

... That's called racism. It's... discrimination against a person because of their looks and for no other reason. Just... because they're not the same as you. You definitely didn't deserve that. Some of my friends all have really odd, bizarre hair colors. All of them stand out. None of them look natural at all, because they're not from... around where I live. And people... really didn't like them, at first, just because of what they were...

[ He sighs. ]

That kind of thing... it's not right. You shouldn't listen to those people. I know it's hard for you to believe, but... you deserve better than that. You're just as good a person as Mikaela, or anyone else here.

[desperateprayer]

Everyone tells me this... That I don't deserve it, but... I struggle with it...

[honoraryembryon]

... And that's okay. You've dealt with it for a long time, right? It's... hard to untrain ourselves of ingrained thoughts. Those things... aren't going to work themselves out overnight.

But, there are people here that I'm sure would like to see you slowly work through that, Clarith. ... I have faith that you could.

[ He's seen people get through... much worse, after all. ]

[desperateprayer]

...Faith isn't... Something I have... Not a lot of it, anyway...

[ ...She's atheist because it makes sense. A god wouldn't... Let this kind of thing happen... ]