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

[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.]

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[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.

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[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.]

[myocordial]

Heads up.

[A very helpful warning after the impact. He's helping.]

[cameupshort]

Protection's important.

[The most serious of business.]

You're. Giving me pants? That's- thank you soooo much. You're my friend too, Ardyn.

[He is genuinely touched. And stumbling slightly as he gets into his friendship pants.]

An' that- that thing's not good. Not good.

[He's picking up, for lack of anything better, a sheet. For protection and/or netting purposes.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Yeah, not good at all. Junpei snatches up a pillow and hurls it at where the cards had been.]

Nobody throws shit at New Lion Dad!

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[As if protesting the name, the distortion takes advantage of Finn with his pants down to scratch his legs to hell.]

[cameupshort]

Ah- hey!

[So, that actually gets him to focus a little. Unfortunately it also foes very little to actually sober him up, so his solution -pants still not completely up- is to try tackling the distortion, sheet held between his outstretched hands.]

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[It hits him in retaliation to being tackled, and tries to slither away. Still, though, it seems to be pinned.]

[scourgingstars]

That's quite enough.

[Ardyn snapped that to call attention back to himself rather than let the room descend into anarchy--he didn't raise his voice, but all things considered he probably didn't need to.]

Junpei, reclaim some semblance of higher thought and see if you can shepherd the rest of the drunken menagerie away from this thing. Finn, hold it there as best as you're able to.

[let's just go over and tap the thing with a half-empty bottle.]

I don't suppose we're fortunate enough that our little intruder can speak, can it?

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[The distortion shimmers but is completely silent.]

[scourgingstars]

Well, that's unfortunate. What should we do now? If we let it go, odds are we'll be back where we started.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Grumble mutter grumble, but fine, Dad. Junpei turns away and starts making shooing motions towards the side of the room.]

Space. Give 'em space, dudes, nothin' to see here. ...Literally.

[myocordial]

[Honestly what is even happening anymore.]

...Is this what people usually see when they're inebriated?

[motherfucking_ghost]

Whoa whoa whoa whoa, y'all, fuckin'--don't fuck a ghost! Do not fuck the ghost. Lemmie talk to the ghost! I speak ghost. Unless ghost wants an orgy. Oh god, orgy ghost, noooo...

[scourgingstars]

Church, I am going to throw this bottle at you if you don't stop that.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Stop what! 'm not doin' anything! 'm just sayin' don't fuck the ghost, I can talk ghost! Ghost should speak the same way anythin' else does, actually. Maybe he's a brother.

No, wait, I don't have a brother, that's fucking stupid...

[buddyoldpal]

I got an important question here. Have ya ever fucked a ghost? Cause I got follow up questions if that's the fuckin' case.

[ Valuable input from Nishitani ]

[cameupshort]

Ooow-

[Okay, Finn's not the best at hand-to-hand even when sober, but he's going to try grappling the fuck out of this thing, trying to get it tangled in that sheet if at all possible.]

No- pants- for you- you- nerf-herder!

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[It's fighting like trying to pin down a tiger and basically go fuck your sheet tbh]

[cameupshort]

[Yeah, then he's basically just gonna try to bearhug it into submission.]