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!]

Comments

[daughterofthemark]

Like thi--

[BEOOOOOOOT]

[serrata]

[ WINCE. ]

... yes, like that. [ to be fair that was probably her fault for not actually giving enough warning about what that noise actually was ] I'm not entirely sure how useful it's going to be in here, though.

[daughterofthemark]

Perhaps... for alerting others to danger?

[SHE'S SURE AS HELL ALERT NOW]

[serrata]

Well, it's hopefully not what we'll be using it for...

[ watch this thing get used in at LEAST three murders ]

Do you want to keep it...? I probably won't have a lot of use for it myself.

[ also just. please take this thing off her hands in general, it frightened the god damn life out of her this morning. ]

[daughterofthemark]

[Cause of death: UNEXPECTED AIR HORN]

If you think I should...

[it's almost fortunate that mai won't live to be terrified by this thing]

[serrata]

[ EXCUSE ME ]

Well, like I said, I won't really use it myself. It might as well go to someone else.

Is there anything else you'd like?

[ Gesturing to Christine Junior parked at her feet, the little cheese and the bottle of pills. Choose wisely, young warrior. ]

[daughterofthemark]

[Well then she'll just inspect one of those cheeses.]

Oh, how cute!

[serrata]

They are, aren't they? I haven't tried one yet but if it's cheese, I don't see how you can go wrong with that.

[ PREPARE TO BE DISAPPOINTED, ARIANNA. ]

[daughterofthemark]

Hm...

[She fiddles with it for a while before figuring out how to open it, and takes a bite...]

...hmm.

[serrata]

[ Oh, she knows that face. ]

Oh... does it not taste good?

[daughterofthemark]

It isn't bad...

[serrata]

... but it's not good, either? What does it taste like, exactly?

[daughterofthemark]

...cheese, I suppose.

[Just... kind of boring cheese.]

[serrata]

Hmm... maybe it's supposed to be used like a topping rather than something you'd eat by itself? Maybe it's supposed to go with wine?

[ if only ]

[daughterofthemark]

Or perhaps this is simply how people like cheese here.

[It's the kind of cheese you might think was exciting if you lived in an extremely repressive society?]

[serrata]

[ so, it's cheese from Clarith's world, gotcha ]

... You know, at this point, I'd believe anything. Maybe people really do like bland cheese this far in the future.

[daughterofthemark]

Or the knowledge of how to make better cheese has been lost.

[Every society has a few technologies that the next one doesn't get to keep, right?]