Week 2

[airlockedmods]

[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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[brokencode]

In that case... [A serious look crossed over her face, and she peered at the man rather intensely. After their last quarrel, she was a little wary of pursuing this particular line of questioning.

But if he was serious about what he was saying, then asking it was only necessary.]

Can I trust you, Junpei?

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Junpei goes quiet, as if he has to think about the answer. If Angel wanted an enthusiastic "Of course!" it's not coming, and that may be answer enough. But he doesn't break eye contact, either, and his gaze is steady.]

You can trust... that I'm who I say I am. That everything I've told you is the truth about me.

['I'm not sticking my neck out for any of you.' He's serious about that. And:]

You should trust that I want to get out of here more than anyone else here.

[Junpei sounds earnest when he says that, too, like he doesn't think it's hyperbole. He wants out more than anyone. And that might be enough of an answer, too, but he goes on with the same matter-of-fact honesty:]

And trust that I don't trust rule seven worth a damn. That's what you can trust about me, Angel. I'm bitter, selfish, and would sell my own soul to Satan for one corn chip, but I'm not stupid.

[brokencode]

[It wasn't the answer Angel was hoping for, and yet... it was far more genuine than anything she might have expected. With that in mind, Angel seemed unperturbed by the answer, nodding silently but looking no more uneasy than she had been.]

Then I will trust in that much. [Angel nodded once more.] Likewise, you can trust in the information I have given you, and that I do not trust in even the mere presence of rule seven.

[Shifting in the slightest, Angel extended her hand across the table.]

Assuming that we are both not lying through our teeth, then, I look forward to working with you.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Junpei's eyes crinkle a little, like he almost wants to smile, as he reaches across to shake her hand. Good.]

Yeah. Pleasure's mine.

[Business partnership secured.]

Anything else to share with the class? I'm afraid I don't have anything so, uh, organized in return.

[brokencode]

[That's the closest thing to good humor she's seen from the man. Aside from his panty raves, of course. That was something she was trying hard to forget, and she'd only observed it from the sidelines.]

Some more information about the show we are on, if you are interested.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Uh, yeah, of course I am.

[Flicks the pencil into his hand again.]

What about it?