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

[misanthropicprinciple]

Oh, like magic people never have stupid ideas.

[He holds a hand out to ask for the booze back.]

I bet their stupid ideas are even stupider, 'cause of the magic.

[goteachother]

[She steals one more drink before she hands it back to him with a giggle.]

Oh sure we do. You ask some folks and Rappaport's is stupid.

The ICW is pretty good at not being stupid. MACUSA? Eeeeh... not so much.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Junpei looks very thoughtful as he takes a long swig of whiskey.]

...I don't know what aaaany of that is, haha.

[goteachother]

[And that matter of fact statement turns Queenie into a giggling mess, slumping against the wall and just laughing until she's flushed and breathless.

She reaches out for Junpei's hand and just squeezes, holding onto his hand until she can catch her breath enough to speak.]

Government stuff, sweetie. Wizarding government.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[If Junpei weren't drunk, he might have yanked his hand away. As it is, he just squeezes back, good-humored and friendly.]

How--how does magic government work? There's no magic country, right? Are... do you pay magic taxes?

[goteachother]

The ICW keeps everything organized? Uh- International Confederation of Wizards.

MACUSA is the American Wizarding government. Magical Congress of the United States of America. But they still have to answer to the ICW.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Huh. So... kind of like everyone answers to the UN. All the no-maj governments, I mean. ...Mostly.

Does the ICW have... have jurisdiction everywhere?

[goteachother]

For somethings, yeah. Statute of Secrecy concerns, mostly. Issues with beasts, dragons and the like. They're the ones that said we should stay outta the war.

But the ICW's laws are worldwide. Mmm, I don't know of anywhere that they don't follow 'em.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Dragons. Holy shit.]

So there's... magic societies everywhere? All over the world?

[goteachother]

[Of course, Dragons.]

Yeah... why wouldn' there be?

[misanthropicprinciple]

'Cause--I mean, wouldn't people know? That many people... Say, Japan: Lots of people, not a lot of places to live. You'd think someone'd notice.

[goteachother]

Yeah but there's so many spells to keep no-majs from noticing...

Tina's really good at notice-me-not charms, actually.

And Mahoutokoro is practically in a volcano so, who's gonna notice that?

[misanthropicprinciple]

[SNORT-LAUGH.]

"Mahoutokoro"? Magic-place? Nooooo way.

[goteachother]

huh? [No she really doesn't get it.]

Whaddya mean "magic-place"?

[misanthropicprinciple]

'S literally what it means! [He makes a loop-de-loop motion with one finger.] "Mahou." Magic. And "tokoro," that's place. Can't put that one past ol' Junpei. I'm pure Japanese.

[goteachother]

.....

.......

It..... does?

[Excuse her while she falls over in a fit of giggles.]

Why would they do that!?

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Her laughter's infectious, and even Junpei's chuckling as he tries to help her back up.]

I dunno, you tell me! You're the one that knows about it!

[goteachother]

I don' know nothin about it!

[Junpei she's more likely to drag you down than get up at this point.]

I know they exist?! That's more'n you!

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Oop, yep, down he goes. Now he is laughing, for real, a bright and natural, helplessly ungraceful sound that keeps going every time he thinks he's stopped. Eventually, he gives up trying to help either of them upright and just rolls onto his back so he can still see her, if upside-down.]

That's--that's what I'm saying! Hahahaaha! I... I don't know anything!

[goteachother]

[This is how they end up laying on the floor in the middle of the hallway... okay. This is good. She's going to pat you reassuringly. Kind of... more like swat your chest because she's giggling too much but the intent is there.

He has a good laugh.]

Well... well then it ain' important, huh? If you don' know and I don' know... it don' matter.

[What are they even talking about anymore.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Iiii don't think that's how knowing things works, but. Okay. Sounds good.

[Nobody knows what they're talking about anymore. Either way, he's buzzed and happy.]

[goteachother]

'Course it is!

[Happy, buzzed, giggly. This is a good day. This is good whiskey. Junpei is good people.

And to demonstrate this she- Is she? yup... totes just going to pet you now Junpei.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Queenie, 'm not a cat!

[But he's laughing again, and he follows the laughter immediately with:]

Meoooowww. Mrow? Meow!

[goteachother]

[Okay kitten noises are too cute for words and she might just kind of... hug your head Junpei, giggling ans squealing at the adorable and kissing your hair.]

Yer the best cat!

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Hehehehe. He quests blindly until he finds one of her arms, then pats it in a friendly manner.]

You are drunk.