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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[scourgingstars]

...Does anyone else see that?

[Beat.]

Anyone not at the mercy of their ruined liver.

[cameupshort]

See what?

[He's. He's totally got this, despite being down to his military-issued underwear due to having almost no idea how to play poker.]

[scourgingstars]

...Please find your pants. And when I say that, I mean 'get your pants back from Junpei because those aren't a weapon'.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Hissed:] You never know when you're gonna need a pair of pants!

[scourgingstars]

You can't fight someone with--gods, this is ridiculous, no one get close to that thing.

[For lack of a sword stick to poke it with, Ardyn took a bottle of nail polish out of his pocket with his free hand and lightly tossed it at the distortion in the air.]

[airlockedmods]

[It bounces off like a solid object.

There's no sound, like it hit something soft.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Wh... there's something there!

[NO SHIT, SHERLOCK.]

[scourgingstars]

[ACE DETECTIVE]

I did try to tell you. So the situation as it stands is that there's an ominous distortion in the room, and it is apparently something entirely solid.

...We can't exactly leave it like this, so who wants to place odds on whether or not I'll lose my hand if I touched it?

[ARDYN...]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[>:(

Tosses the pants to Ardyn.]

This is why we have pants, Aslan. Protect your grabby fingers.

[airlockedmods]

[While y'all are arguing, the distortion keeps slipping around the edges of the room, picking up the deck of cards and throwing it at Ardyn.]

[scourgingstars]

I would rather have my dignity, thank you--and for the last time, despite all of your efforts to manage giving me a nickname, my name is Ardyn.

[...are you sure you're not drunk, aslan]

[finn, catch, your pants are getting tossed to you]

We'll-- [And that was about when His Majesty Aslan/Arby's/Ardy took a deck of cards to the head and looked at the distortion like he could not believe that had just happened.]

[cameupshort]

But I don't wanna leave Junpei pantsless, he's a friend. I didn't- didn't have any before I got here but friends don't take friends' pants. Pants're important.

[That's mean, Ardyn.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[TEARS THE FUCK UP]

Finn...

Come... come get your pants. 'S okay. I... I didn't know you didn't have any before.

...Pants.

[cameupshort]

Nope! Notta one. Didn' even have a name, either. Zeroes an' Nines an' Slip, they never gave me one. D'nno where Finn comes from, but I'll- I'll take it, even if it's from the studio.

It's better'n a number, you know. An' you're better than those guys. All of you. You're all alive too, that's. That's real good. Slip died, that was sad. S' part of why I left.

[misanthropicprinciple]

M... Me and Church... we, we gave everybody code names. Do you want one...?

[motherfucking_ghost]

WE GOTTA-- [indoor voice iron man] We gotta give him a name! Wasn't he the bird? Bird guy. Eagle. Something. Bird! Marvel!

[misanthropicprinciple]

Falcon!

[HOORAY WE CLIMBED THIS WHOLE MOUNTAIN IN A DRUNKEN THREE-LEGGED NERD RACE!]

[cameupshort]

You guys'd do that for me?

[FN Corps: zero. You Guys: literally all the points.]

Hell yeah, I'm Marvelbird Falcon Guy!

[scourgingstars]

...I would say I need a drink, but clearly that is not going to make my situation any easier to handle.

While I am thrilled to know that you have such an abundance of friends at the moment, can we perhaps save this heartfelt discussion for when there isn't an ominous distorted space in the air?

[myocordial]

I don't think I'm capa-- I don't--

[give him a sec he's never been drunk before]

Don't think I can ruin mine.

[he contributed.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Heart... Heart, uh... you should lie down, buddy.

[Don't mix your electronics and your liquids, boys and girls.]

[myocordial]

I don't take orders from humans. [...That's his "shut up you're not my dad don't tell me what to do".] 'M fine.

[misanthropicprinciple]

...Hope robots don't get hangovers...

[He'll pray for you, Hearto.]

[myocordial]

That's stupid, who would... who would even program--

[...He stops. And thinks about it. God, he would, that asshole]

Ugh.

[misanthropicprinciple]

We have turmeric. And Roland makes some kind of magic coffee potion. You're gonna be okay.