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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[ He decides he really likes hearing Angel laugh. ]

Haha, well, I'm surprised it took a few dumb egg jokes to make you... crack.

[brokencode]

[God, there's about to be a murder investigation, because he's killing her with these.]

I'm... I'm having a shell of a time here, Rhys.

[plugout]

[ .... pffft oh my god, now he's laughing. ]

In all seriousness, I'm... I'm really glad. Even if these cookies might end up, uh...

[ Terrible is the word you're looking for, Rhys. ]

[brokencode]

At least... at least we'll have the memories? [She fixed a beaming sort of smile on the man, trying to ignore just how hot her cheeks were becoming.]

I... can't remember the last time I've laughed like this, honestly. Thank you.

[plugout]

[ Aww, she's so sweet! Rhys is grinning widely. ]

Hey, you're welcome. Honestly, I'm... I'm having a lot of fun. Probably the most fun I've had here.

[brokencode]

Good. You deserve to let loose a little. We all, do. [ She glanced away, shy smile spreading over her lips. ] I'm... sorry that you had to come here. But I'm glad I met you.

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[ Oh. Geez. Rhys looks away too, suddenly feeling... embarrassed? He rubs the back of his neck. ]

Heh... I'm glad I met you, too. But it's... not all bad. No one's forcing us to do weird stuff, at least!

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[brokencode]

Yeah. Things are... actually kind of pleasant. And the company is really good.

[It's not like they're being forced to kill. Or worse, forced to bowl.]