26th ♫ | scenery plastered with kind lies

[serrata]

R2 OVERSEER AU CATCHALL POST

JUST IN CASE YOU WEREN'T DONE BEING SAD ABOUT AIRLOCKED!!!

Full details of the AU are here in a ye olde meme comment, but since that was specifically for endgame stuff, this post is specifically for stuff that happened during the round and working out what the fuck her CR even would be. SOME IMPORTANT NOTES!!!


• Yuuri goes by "Thorn" in this AU for a Caligula reference so hopefully distance herself and Not Be Attached to the Champions which as you can imagine definitely does not work! HOWEVER she won't be giving her name out willy nilly, assume that's some rank 8 social link and above shit
  
• This version of R2 is ABSOLUTELY NOT IN ANY WAY as horny on main as the original, tragic as that may be. There's none of this The Bachelor business, but there's still a lot of emphasis on bonding and getting to know each other, and all sorts of Fun Activities on weeks where there's no motives.
  
• The mansion is just the same as the OG version because i'm too lazy to come up with a new one BUT THERE IS ONE CHANGE: there's a little memorial tucked away in a quiet corner of the garden right from the start. and there's a little stuffed bear with it, because I Am Just A Bastard

There's some prompts below BUT you can also tag in and make shit up! YOU CAN EVEN TAG FOR BETWEEN-ROUNDS AND ROUND 5 MEMLOSS BUSINESS, JUST FOR FUN IF YOU LIKE

PROMPTS:

Office hours! Yuuri has private office hours in her little Overseer living space for a few hours every morning, so come bug her for private conversations and social linking!

MMMMMOTIVE!!! Yuuri herself is never the one who gives out the motives – that's the PAL expy A.I., HARU's job – but she's always present when they're offered up to the Champions if you feel you must do a Yell at her.

Afterparty!!! LET'S BE SAD ABOUT MURDER AND TRIALS. She definitely still cooks food for everyone and makes memorials in the gardens and is pretty clearly Super Fucked Up every time one of them happens.

STUPID BONDING ACTIVITIES. This sort of silliness happens every other Tuesday instead of a motive. Sometimes it's brunch, sometimes it's goofy pool parties, BASICALLY ANY SORT OF SILLINESS YOU CAN IMAGINE. Why not hang out with your Overseer. You know you want to.

I'M MENTIONING ROUND 5 AGAIN BECAUSE PLEASE IMAGINE WHAT A MESS THOSE SET OF MEMORY REGAINS WOULD BE WITH ME? THANK YOU

of course if none of those scratch the itch you can make some shit up GO WHERE YOUR IMAGINATION TAKES YOU I'M JUST HERE TO BE UPSET AND SO ARE YOU

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Office Hours

[cameupshort]

[The actual round might not be nearly horny on main as a whole, but Finn is still one to latch onto anyone that treats him with a modicum of decency and personal respect. And, now, three weeks into this twisted social experiment, that includes Thorn.]

[It's taken a long time for Finn to warm to her, relatively. That first week was nice enough, but you'd have to be stupid to get chummy with the one keeping them all prisoner, right? But then, as the second week had revealed, she wasn't actually as in charge as she'd claimed. She might not be subject to rule seven, but she was as much a prisoner as they were. And it had only gotten worse. An accidental death -a basic painkiller unthinkingly given to someone whose biology made it fatal- and they'd had to condemn Prompto for it anyway.]

[It had been a bad day all around.]

[But by all appearances it had affected their Overseer as badly as the rest of them. She had joined their mourning, helped those who were worse off. Put up two more memorials in the garden.]

[Let's be real, the cooking was almost definitely what sealed the deal here.]

[So, finally, on the third Wednesday of their stay in the Fantasy Suite, Finn makes use of Thorn's office hours.]

...Hey.

[He stands a little uncertainly in the doorway, not quite stepping in yet. Hands clasped lightly in front of him, at waist height. A sort of instinctive at-ease position as he waits to be invited in.]

[serrata]

[ It's been a bad week all around, really. Yuuri had never expected this to be easy – but she remembered it getting easier the last time around, when she was a participant. Maybe it's because this trial had been an accident, or maybe it's because Prompto had been so sincerely trying to help someone. Maybe it's because this time she's not judge or jury – HARU might handle the actual killing, but Yuuri can't help but think of herself as executioner.

She's dreading Saturday already. If it's anything like this week, she's not sure if she'll be able to stand it. Like a fool, she'd thought she could handle anything as long as it was for Ruu. But it turns out, she's much weaker than she thought – she can't even give up on a group of strangers to save one little girl. Some big sister she is.

It's that gloomy train of thought running loops in her head Wednesday morning. She's waiting for someone to come drop by her office hours out of habit, rather than any real expectations and she's surprised when someone does actually turn up – even more so when she sees it's Finn. Hm. ]

Oh– good morning. [ Her brow furrows a little, but it's not an unwelcoming expression. ] Are you here to talk?

[cameupshort]

Yeah- it's all right if I come in, right?

["Office hours", more like "this could be a trap", right? And fellow captive or not, Yuuri still tends to carry an air of some kind of authority that affects him more than he'd like. Old habits and all that.]

[Still, he moves inside the door a bit more, in the lack of any immediate sign he should get out.]

I wanted to thank you, I guess? For being there. After- you know. After.

[serrata]

[ There's a pause following his words, in which Yuuri's unable to completely conceal her surprise. If she was expecting any comment on her presence at their get togethers, she thought it'd be closer to go away than a thank you.

Still. She can't let herself look too flustered. ]

I... you're welcome, I suppose? [ she gestures for him to come further in – there's a pair of chairs set up, in front of her little desk and she points to one. ] Here – sit down, if you like.

[cameupshort]

Thanks.

[He takes the seat with only momentary hesitation.]

...I was wrong, about you. When we first got here. I thought you were just another enemy. So- sorry.

[serrata]

I don't know why you're apologizing. It's a reasonable enough assumption.

[ And it's not exactly wrong, she thinks but rather wisely decides not to say. ]

What makes you so sure I'm not, though?