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!]

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[everylittlesecret]

It depends on the alcohol, actually. Wines don't kill germs. [The more you know!] But hey. As long as you don't makeout with the bottle.

[Woo! She gets to visit a dudes room and see how the other half lives. Hopefully not in a gross way. Please have a clean room.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[There hasn't been much of anything except the surprise regains, so yeah, it's pretty clean. Church even has his shit hung up in the closet! And not thrown on the floor! Wild. He produces the bottle and brandishes it like it's priceless.]

For a hot second there, I thought you were going to say as long as I don't make out with you. That'd be...awkward. Ha.

Anyway. Hopefully this bad boy's good. Because even if it's not, we're drinking it anyway. [He twists it open, gives it a sniff, and a light swig. He looks very thinky about it before handing it over.] That's...sweet. And different? Huh.

[everylittlesecret]

It'd be awkward? For me it'd be more like asking my face to get sandpapered off. And I will have you know that despite my social life being non-existent, I have had my share of make out sessions in my teen years. Girls are much better kissers than guys.

[She watches his reaction, taking the bottle and taking a swig to taste it. Then she takes another.] Hm. Not that bad. Thought it would be more turpentine tasting like some flavored vodkas can be.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Y'know, I'd argue for the sake of pride, but I have no doubts in my mind that girls are better kissers. I am a little insulted at the insult about my manly facial hair, but I'll let it slide. [Seeing as it's not necessarily his...kind of sort of...anyway.]

So. [He sits himself on his bed.] Guess I promised to tell you about my dumbasses over a drink, huh? About the Blues and the Reds fighting each other in the middle of a box canyon in the middle of nowhere. Kinda...kinda think maybe there's a reason we were all put in the middle of nowhere, really.

[everylittlesecret]

Manly facial hair is fine and dandy, but I have sensitive skin. [Your stubble would take layers off.

She's going to make herself comfortable by snagging a chair and handing the bottle back to Church.] And what's that?

[motherfucking_ghost]

What, the reason we're in the middle of nowhere? Because we all suck and would get any reasonable army killed in an instant.

Me, I'm half-decent. But everyone else? Tucker's the chick-obsessed guy who just had an alien kid, and Caboose doesn't have more than two brain cells to rub together. That's Blue Team. The Red Team's got Sarge, who I'm pretty sure has been in the army since the civil war. Like, the American one. He's about as hare-brained and senile as someone that age. Simmons is a kiss-ass and a genius, but in a hella nerdy way. The kind you'd shove in a locker if you could. Grif is the laziest slob you'd ever meet. If napping and eating were Olympic sports, he'd gold them easier. Donut is the one who focuses more on lace curtains, and trashy reality shows, and wine and cheese hours, and insists that his pink armor is just 'lightish-red'. Lopez is a robot that can only speak Spanish. And nobody knows Spanish.

And then between us there's Doc, a pacifist medic who sucks at being a medic and is way too good at being a pacifist. Who also happens to be carrying an obnoxiously evil fuck of an AI in his head.

[everylittlesecret]

[...... Going to take the bottle right back for a moment to take a healthy swig.]

..... how the fuck did you guys not kill each other or blow up that place you're in already?

[motherfucking_ghost]

Lack of high enough grade explosives. At first. Don't even get me started on the supposed 10 megaton bomb not killing us all.

And believe me, we tried to kill each other. But uh, I guess we just mostly liked living and being lazy instead of fighting except when ordered to. Like a truce, except with shooting at each other. Maybe we just suck at being at war. More complicated, though, but it always is.

[everylittlesecret]

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You know, I thought at first maybe you would have to be someone I would need to worry about killing anyone, but now? I think I feel safe knowing I'd probably be able to kill you easier than you vice versa.

[motherfucking_ghost]

I want to take that as a compliment, believe me, I'm trying really hard here.

Don't get me wrong; I'm a soldier. We might have been--we might be a bunch of jackasses in the middle of nowhere, but we all got training. Crazy wacky happenstance gets in the way of a lot of shit, and honestly? Much as I hate the Reds, they all right guys when it comes down to it.

...'course none of us can zap people from a distance, so. Yeah, here, you could probably kill me pretty easy.

[everylittlesecret]

... You know, I still feel like you might be holding out on me. But that's on you, not me.

[motherfucking_ghost]

On what part? The part where I went to basic, the part where someone can't even take my sniper rifle from my cold dead hands, the part where talking tanks and robot explosions are really starting to become the norm and therefore I have a high tolerance for weird, unprecedented shit?

[everylittlesecret]

All that sounds cool and all, but no, I don't think that's it. Please do talk about the talking tank more. That sounds amazing.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Sheila. Is what she called herself. Or, I might have kind of given her that name? [TIME TRAVEL] But she's my team's tank. She's kind of a basic personality, but man, what a personality. Sassy little thing. Big thing. Actually. Caboose is kiiiinda of in love with her. She's kind of in love with Lopez. Occasionally she is very frightening and threatening. As a tank should...be...I guess.

[everylittlesecret]

... is Caboose... a mechanophile?

[motherfucking_ghost]

I honestly don't even want to think about what Caboose is, because the best I've got is that he's Caboose. And I've been in his head. I am no closer to answering that question, and I'm really very extremely fine with that.

[everylittlesecret]

Caboose sounds like he would be a therapists wet dream, honestly... and I think I might be fine not knowing more about him than I already do. He sounds like an idiot on top of being kinkshame worthy.

[motherfucking_ghost]

He doesn't get sex jokes. Actually, he's not fully aware of what sex is, most of the time. So it's for the best we don't kinkshame him, just...kindly suggest he not try to woo an entire goddamn tank. Tucker does enough 'wooing' for the rest of us combined even if he sucks at it. I'm the only one in the whole damn canyon who even has a girlfriend, as far as I know! Or at least a serious ex.

[everylittlesecret]

... Honestly, from what you described, I can see it. You seem to know how to handle ladies to a degree.