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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[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.]

[airlockedmods]

[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?

[airlockedmods]

[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]

Pour soda on it. Then we can see the shape on the floor.

[airlockedmods]

[Apparently this thing has claws because Ardyn you'll feel them reach out and scrape your ankle trying to get out from under this sheet.]

[scourgingstars]

Ow, what--

[Ardyn took a few steps back and knelt down to check the damage...then very quickly covered it up and turned his attention to Junpei.]

I-...you handle it. There's more than enough here to pour on it and get a reasonable shape, just don't dump something on Finn in the process. And all of you be careful, that thing has some kind of claws to it.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[...?

Well, okay. Junpei stumbles over as quickly as he can to get the coke he brought for whiskey and cokes. When he returns to pour, he does his best to avoid Finn, but let's be real, he's none too sober. Still, he's aiming for where he thinks the thing's head is, judging by Finn's and Ardyn's positions.

He's also humming the Scooby-Doo theme.

You win some, you lose some.]

[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...

[scourgingstars]

'Ghost' isn't a language on any world, I am fairly confident in saying that.

[why in bahamut's name is this his life now]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[you came to this party arbys YOU CAME TO THIS WILLINGLY YOU ONLY HAVE YOURSELF TO BLAME]

BooooooOOOOOOOoOOOOooooo...motherfucker!

[please......stop........]

[scourgingstars]

. . .

I can't believe I actually tolerate any of you right now.

[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!

[airlockedmods]

[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.]

[theoverseen]

[While all this Nonsense is going on a Purple-topped head peeks in.]

Helloooo everybody! Having a party in here?

[cameupshort]

CHURCH'S BROTHER'S TRYING TO STEAL ALL OUR PANTS!

[Also he's a bird now, but that's not Kip's business.]

[scourgingstars]

You-

[HE IS QUITE DONE WITH THIS]

Why are we being haunted by a spatial distortion--no, never mind that, do something about it.

[myocordial]

[Blinking very slowly.]

...Of sorts?

I don't think this all usually happens with parties. [Gesturing vaguely at the whole... scene. And the invisible whatever.] I think. [...] No, no, I'm sure.