week 1

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Week 1

[After the initial introduction of the Overseers on Sunday, the Champions were left to their own devices in investigating the part of the ship they have access to to their hearts' content. However, the doors that Jamie and Bolton came through are locked tight and cannot be unlocked via PIP.

On Monday morning, the same voice that awakened them the previous morning chirps at them again from their PIPs at 7 am on the dot. There's also a pop-up message waiting for them: a notice announcing "office hours" for Bolton in the library and Jamie in the art room every day from here on out.

Enjoy your week, Champions.]

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SUNDAY

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[humanitarianherbalist]

[The Griffin can be found in the library for most of the day. He has a large pile of books stacked up beside him, most of them seeming to be about space travel. Currently, he has a book about the history of space travel open in front of him, and is looking thoughtful as he reads through it. Occasionally, he pauses to cross-reference what he reads with another book.

Every so often, he'll also be found trying to mess with the unknown door. He's not doing anything that might damage the lock, simply nudging it and the door occasionally.

Later, he can be found in the cafeteria, staring at the espresso bar with some confusion.]

Do they not have water here?

[Help him out?]

Library

[ratherdoweddings]

[Hi, bird-thingy. Yurika peers over his shoulder and blinks.]

Even things like that are different between our "worlds," aren't they?

cafeteria

[refusedtoleave]

[First a penguin, now a, whatever this is it. What was it with this room?]

....Hello?

Library

[misplacedxsheath]

[The library is already of interest to Margulis, being possibly the largest collection of books he's ever seen. Granted, most of them seem to be the sort if pulp sci-fi people in his universe have been snickering at for centuries, but there still might be something worth looking into. And there is...he just wasn't thinking about it being the Griffin.]

Notes on the history of space travel? Have you been able to tell if they pertain specifically to this universe, or one of the others...represented here?

cafeteria

[curdle]

[ Her voice isn't completely steady, but she's at least had enough time to watch the Griffin here, and earlier when they were all gathered together, to keep from repeating the Shadow fiasco. Thomasin clears her throat. ]

There's water enough in our quarters. Didst thou see the side-room?

[ NO
THOMASIN NO ]

[stitch_in_time]

[Hi Griff, don't mind the Doctor looking over your shoulder a little.]

Pretty good idea. Mind if I take a look at that when you're done?

[cyan_maid]

[Well...all that had been...informative? Yes, that's certainly one of many words Jane could use to describe her morning, couldn't it? Informative. But honestly, it hasn't been informative enough. She retreats to room 6 shortly after the introduction of the Overseers to properly go through her PIP, figuring out the functions fairly easily and reading through the Champion profiles at last, making her own personal notes. She doesn't want to use these as sort of ice-breakers for the people (and unusual animals, holy crap) here, but she'll just. Have the information on hand, just in case. Always just in case. But anyway - she'll respond if you knock on the door or make a ruckus outside her room.

In the afternoon, Jane can be found in the art room - hey, there's no office hours yet - having commandeered a sketchbook and set of pencils, and is writing out what looks to be a few different comparison tables on the pages. Titles like "Are we actually in space?", "What exactly is expected of us?", "How do we get out of here?", and "Bolton = Alton Brown???" are included in the mix, each with a column of definite facts and hypotheses. Every so often Jane sighs and taps the eraser of her pencil against the paper, stuck in her thoughts.

You should totally pull her out of those thoughts or join her in those thoughts.

[kingshaming]

[Xander sees her there while getting his own papers, pausing to use his height to peek over her shoulder at what she's writing as... subtly as possible.

AKA not very subtle at all.]

You certainly seem to be hard at work.

[decarded]

[Around lunchtime, Angelica emerges from her room to eat and make a quick sweep of the station, attempting to familiarize herself with the layout and the contents of the rooms therein. She has no intention of speaking to the other Champions, and while she avoids them for the most part—]

...Who is Alton Brown?

[—while in the art room, she finds herself glancing over Jane's shoulder and reading through her notes. If this girl has some idea about the identities of their captors, surely that's worth asking about?]

[ambecomedeath]

[Toby has come in and was going to get started working on designs for Xander's gun (listen Xander said he'd use it, so Toby is damn well going to at least design it) but Jane looks like she's working on something way cooler. Toby climbs up onto the table and waddles over to see what she's doing.]

Who's Alton Brown? Is he your arch-nemesis or something?

[stitch_in_time]

[Sorry Jane, the Doctor's gonna just read over your shoulder a little.]

Don't think he's actually Alton Brown. Some kind of distant relative or parallel, maybe, that kind of thing happens sometimes.

investigating here!

[kininaru]

[ Okay. Chitanda's got this covered. The Overseers may be serious, but it's not like they're the ones who'll go around killing people. No one has to die if no one panics. And the best way to keep people from panicking is to make sure everyone has as much information as they possibly can.

No time for anything other than investigation, and Chitanda's eyes and nose are as sharp as ever. The library is the biggest room, so she'll save that for later, instead opting to begin her exploration in the media room. She pokes around in all sorts of places; under the seats, between the armrests, in the popcorn machine, and in the selection of movies. While she's not big on science fiction, she's hoping to find something just a little bit interesting...

While that may or may not be fruitless, her next stop is the game room, and while the idea of playing some of these is tempting to keep in mind, she's still mostly here for poking around. She's mostly looking at the tabletop games, to see if any of them have been used recently, or if the character sheets have been filled out. ...But even if they aren't, the blank ones have her curious, and she decides to pocket one for later with a manual, just so she can read it during the evening.

Finally, well, there's a room that pretty much has her name on it, and it's...well, the unknown room. And by God, if that's not the one that she's wracking her brain around the most. The room is locked, but, there must be some kind of way to enter it, right? A button or a switch, or a key or a way to slide something between the lock and the frame?! She's curious, she's curious, she can't stop thinking about it!! ]

game room!

[bylight]

[After the Overseer meeting, Lightning finds herself looking around to check on everything. This eventually leads her to the game room where she sees Chitanda rather interested in those sheets of paper. They don't look familiar to Lightning at all.]

Chitanda?

unknown

[damnfourthemerald]

[It's natural to be curious about the room, the closest thing other than the transport pad to getting somewhere else, somewhere...forbidden. But the outside has, as he's looked himself, nothing that indicates a keypad, scanning device, no nothing. It could be something hidden in a wall or the ceiling, maybe, or something for the Overseers to open with something on their person.

He's still speedy, even if his speed isn't at all what he feels it ought to be. The next time it slides open, if he could just get enough of a go, barrel through legs or slip in... In the meantime, this girl's touching just about everything.]

Open sesame.

[...Shut up, he thinks it's funny.] I doubt it would be easy to get through just be fiddling around with it. They really want us to stay in our place.

media room

[ratherdoweddings]

Wow, they've got so much... Is there anything fun to watch? Something romantic?

Game room

[humanitarianherbalist]

An entire room merely for the purpose of entertainment...how wasteful. [However, he looks more curious when she picks up one of the character sheets.] What is the purpose of that? It resembles a census sheet more than a game.

Game Room

[stitch_in_time]

[The Doctor had given this place a lookover earlier, before the Overseers made their presence known, but just quickly enough to see that there was no obvious exit tucked in a corner. Now, there's time for a slightly more thorough look.]

Find anythin' interesting?

[kingshaming]

[After all.... that... Xander hurries off from the tail end of the meeting looking like he was about to seriously maim a gameshow host. But, to be fair it was how his face looked from the moment he arrived.

For a large part of the afternoon he can be found stalking the halls though he occasionally peeks his head into other rooms, stares at who ever is inside, then leaves.

For some it might be creepy, but perhaps a few see it for what it is: making sure no one is left alone for more then a few minutes at a time. To get into trouble. Or plot something.

In the evening, after dinner, a note seems to appear in the cafeteria- it's written on paper from the art room in very nice flowing script. Though in fact there are two notes: one posted above the espresso bar, and one much lower to the ground.

...assumedly just so Toby can see it]

My fellow 'Champions',

I feel it would be prudent that we gather and compare information, as well as decide a plan for the next few days. I implore you keep your heads, and discover anything you can about this place while we still have the freedom to do so.

After midday meal tomorrow I will prepare the cafeteria for such. No one is required to attend, but I heavily suggest doing so. Paper and writing implements will be provided.

Yours respectfully,
Crown Prince Xander of Nohr

Postscript: If someone would be willing to convey this information to Thomasin I would greatly appreciate it

Post-Postscript: Bolton. Jamison. I know you are likely reading this: said offer is of course always extended to our gracious hosts in these trying times.

[It's unclear if the second post script is an earnest invite or a mocking addition- considering who it is likely no one will ever know. But if anyone wants to ask Xander is around just like he was earlier in the day and well into 'Nighttime']

[kininaru]

[ There's another, smaller note tacked on, about forty-five minutes later! ]

[fatherofsin]

[ Following the meeting with the two Overseers, Seth decides to explore. First of all, he starts in the kitchen. He makes faces at the food offered, but decides to grab something nonetheless. So he'll be around the cafeteria a little while longer.

Later, though, he can be found just chilling in the media room, enjoying what it has to offer in movies. Listen, he's not in a hurry, and who knows what can be learned from this. He definitely has popcorn with this.

After that, he can be found browsing the game room. He's looking through things with a frown on is face, seeming to want to find... Something. Occasionally, he'll remove something, read the rules, and then put it back with a frown. Yup. Definitely looking for something. ]

[bylight]

[First and foremost Lightning is going to be in the kitchen, checking out just what kind of supplies they have been given. The first familiar thing she sees are MRE's and freeze dried rations. A soldier's staple. It takes her back to her training days when all they had to eat were these meals for days on end. Nutritionally sound of lacking in flavor.

So she's taken one of the MRE's, looking through the different meals it contains. She settles one something called peach cobbler, and just like she remembers, it looks like a piece of insulation that is brittle and has about as much flavor as cardboard. Aaaaah, memories. She'll share if asked. Someone else may as well learn just how awful a food the military gets.

Later she's found her way to the media room. It looked like a movie theater. Light wasn't much for socializing, but that doesn't mean she hasn't gone to places like this with her sister and mother back in the day. The movies left much to be desired, the monsters looking like nothing from back in her world.

Each movie gets a once over and a notable disapproval.]

Who watches these awful things?

[She's very happy with the space suit she has on right now.]

[damnfourthemerald]

[Like many, Shadow takes time after the Overseer presentation to take a more thorough look at his surroundings, taking it slower than his cursory runthrough in the morning. In the library, he looks almost like he's not grumpy, browsing through the shelves. The non-fiction is of particular interest, jotting down titles he might find useful for later. He's no engineer, no spaceflight technician, but it might come in handy to understand the very basics, just in case. It might even help find a workaround, an escape route, but he doubts they'd have such convenient access to that information.

In both the art and game rooms, he seems much less impressed. Nothing seems to catch his attention save that they exist. The media room, if nobody has a movie going already, has him sifting through movie titles, occasionally even reading up on one.

He makes it back to the cafeteria right around dinnertime. Holy shit, an actual dinnertime, though. With hot food! Ready to eat! That isn't reconstituted packets! Who...prepared that? He peeks into the kitchen, and nobody is there. It doesn't even look like the kitchen is full of any food.]

Where did it come from...? [Says the hedgeface as he curiously, cautiously gets himself a plate of food. Growing affronts to god have to eat, too, you know.]

[voltrounds]

[It isn't long before Ricky makes her way to the art room, and that's where... it begins. Once she has a sketchbook and a pencil, she gets right to work, sketching out the layout of the art room.

That's pretty much how things go for her all day, and while she doesn't try to pop into anyone else's room, she can be found mapping out all the other accessible areas. She does make a longer stop in the cafeteria for lunch, setting the sketchbook down for a while to eat.

Later in the evening, she returns to Room 10 and--]

OH MY GOSH!

[almightyconflagration]

[After the meeting with the Overseers, McBurn decides to explore a bit more and try out a few things.

He does make the unitard a bit more tolerable by tying a towel around the lower half. Not exactly fashionable, but a lot more bearable in appearance and won't drive eyes right to his crotch.

After that he goes exploring. He does want to check the other rooms out, but he's also looking for some sort of string to tie his hair back with and also something he could use to act as an earring for now because he doesn't want the hole to close up before he gets his back. He'll go in most of the rooms for a time, but the cafeteria and art room will gain the most interest right off since those look the most likely to have what he needs. Eventually he finds some stuff that works and has his hair looking tolerable again and a makeshift earring.

Later on, he decides to check out the media room and ends up getting rather absorbed by the movies. Video is still a bit rare in Zemuria, but it does exist. It doesn't tend to be used for such frivolous things. He definitely seems to enjoy the action films with good fights. He'll likely be there most of the day but if someone wants to watch something, he'll not care since he doesn't know any of the titles and figures someone might know better.]