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[With their investigation of Blaze Dudely's ship complete and still none of the Flavortown robots in sight, the surviving Champions amd their counselor have a little time to come together and share their findings. The communal living area of the pirate ship seems like the best place for that.

They may want to be wary though. There's still no sight nor sound of Blaze Dudely or his robots anywhere.]
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[It's been about 24 hours since CT was killed. Blaze has made no other moves, and his robots are mysteriously absent.

In fact, it's almost too quiet.

But then there's a note in Pyrrha's PIP that...she didn't write.]
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Once everyone's in the dick limo and they've watched the Fantasy Sweet burn down behind them (dodging the flaming debris once the pressure builds up enough inside to make the whole thing go nuclear), it's off to the nearest fast food planet. about five lightdays away.

Luckily for you, you have your very own Personal Artistic License to keep you entertained. So PAL bounces around the back of the limo, sitting in every lap that will have him, as he tells the story of Kip from the day he hatched as a tiny, impressionable smeet to present.

Sparing absolutely no detail.

Especially about the part where Kip failed his navigator's exam because he stopped at Then-Foodcourtia and crashed the ship into one of the greasy pustules that had sprouted on the planet's surface, destroying the aircraft and boiling his instructor alive in the fiery grease of hell.

So now there's a dick limo parked in the Sparby's parking lot. For anyone who had Arby's or Arby's-adjacent restaurants on their home planet... The menu's not much different. Everything meat-based is 100% beef, the milkshakes look delicious, and of course there are turnovers (apple, cherry, and chocolate).

Which... well, catch Kip and PAL in the corner shoving milkshakes and turnovers in their faces tbh.]

Welcome to Sparby's, Survivors.
You earned it.
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[Once all the votes are in, there's a hissing sound, like fog escaping a fog machine. However, there's no fog to be seen. Until you look up to the Overseer's booth, with its glass walls that are slowly becoming more opaque as the room fills with white smoke.

A bright bluish-white light illuminates what it can, from lights on top of and below the platform like a rock star stage. There's a barely-visible shadow, and the menacing cackle of a voice that you're all quite familiar with, even though you haven't heard it in a while.

And then the cackling turns into coughing and yelling.]


[The glass around the platform shatters from the blunt force of two long, spindly metal arms, and white smoke pours down from the Overseer's platform and to the floor, spilling out the long distance to the floor like medical-cherry-scented clouds.

The alien man is...a lot smaller than Kip, actually, held aloft by four long spider-like arms sticking out from somewhere on his back. And as soon as he stops choking on his own mistakes, the cackling resumes again.]

Behold!! Humans, robots, AI, and... anything else you may identify as! Your "Kip Larimer" does not exist! I, KIP! AM YOUR OVERLORD!
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[After a while, the shaft in the middle of the elevator rises up again and glows a beckoning shade of blue. PAL the literal infant in the computer stopped responding somewhere when Queenie started throwing shit around, but the hum of the machinery goes quieter to match.

And when all 10 Champions get on the elevator and Junpei uses his robot hand to firmly grasp the shaft, the elevator rises back up into place. There are no new portraits, because nobody new has died. The only difference between now and the last time you were up here is the lack of stairs leading up to the Overseers' booth, and the complete lack of lighting aside from the blue glow on the shaft. As each Champion takes their place behind their podium, the rose on the front lights up red.

Sorry everybody, this trial is very #aesthetic, good luck reading your notes.]

Welcome, Champions, to the final trial aboard the Fantasy Sweet. At stake here is your freedom, and possibly your lives. Can you solve the mysteries of the Fantasy Sweet and earn your way out?

Compile your evidence. Discuss. And Vote.

This will all be over soon.

[Despite the lit-up roses, the voting panels remain dark and inactive.]
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[It's been a few days since more than one of the Champions have heard from PAL and by Wednesday afternoon this is still the case. The day starts off like the rest but around midday Cece is calling a meeting in the foyer.

Whatever it's about it seems important.]
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[Welcome back, Champions. You've found everything that there is to find (for good or for ill), and now there's just one door left: The sealed, electronic door at the top of the room you woke up in.

It's time to gather your evidence, screw your courage to the sticking place, and carve your own place in the stars.]
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[There's a moment of utter blackness upon passing through the window, and then a sensation of great heaviness and an abrupt change in orientation.

But when the Champions open their eyes, they'll find themselves lying on their backs, staring up at the same ceiling they saw through the looking glass. Each one has an oxygen mask over their nose and mouth providing crisp air, and some kind of headband around their foreheads, and there's glass curved in front of them.

Luckily, they aren't trapped for long, as their PIP detaches from the life support system with a hiss, and the glass overhead lifts up to let the Champions sit up and take stock of their surroundings.

Welcome to the real world.

The room the Champions awake in is a large pentagon, and the reason it looked different becomes obvious - the pods were lined up four along each wall, plus one that's next to and plugged into a large center tower. Every Champion is wearing their Champion's unitard, with their PIP still attached to their arm, and no inventory.

However, anyone who got any items back (which everyone should have gotten something, including a special present for the Ultimate Champion) will find those items piled at the foot of their pod.

((OOC: For the investigation, we ask you split off into two teams: Red Team will be Xander, Thomasin, Yurika, and Natsuhi, and will investigate rooms A and B. Blue Team will be Jane, Togami, Jamie, and the Doctor, and will investigate rooms 1 and 2.]