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week 2
[The second week in the Champion Excellence Program kicks off on a somber note. Chitanda, Toby, the Griffin- all three of them gone, two of them in one fell swoop. If anyone thinks to check the profiles on their P.I.P.s they will find that the dearly departed Champions' profile photos have been greyed out.
Right on the dot at 7 am the mechanical woman's voice chimes to awaken the remaining champions on Sunday morning, as she has for the past week. After the initial wake-up call though there's a new message tacked on:]
Congratulations, Champions! By surviving your first trial, you have unlocked the second floor of the ship. A new mini map has been added to your P.I.P.! To access the second floor please stand on the teleporter and select the floor you wish to be teleported to.
[The new floor isn't the only thing floating around the ship though, at least metaphorically. When the Champions are awakened they have regained one new memory from the ones they've lost. Starting again on Sunday, as well, Jamie and Bolton will be back to their usual office hours in their usual locations.]
[ooc: welcome to week 2, everyone! Check-in has begun and don't forget to submit your memory regains!]
SUNDAY
Early sunday morning...?! Closed...maybe?
So he'll just continue to read on his own for a bit. He'll retire soon.
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He passes out right into his book, snuffle-snoring softly against the pages. It's been a long night]
[mission impossible music] (cw: clowns)
Bolton appraises the situation silently for a moment before aiming his PIP at Xander and gently lifting him from his seat in an anti-gravity field. He walks down the hallway, sleeping prince in tow, and opens the locked door at the end of the hall. Once he's gently lowered Xander to the floor, he turns off the anti-gravity field and leaves, slamming the door loudly enough behind him to wake up the prince.
What Xander will find in the room is wall to wall paintings of clowns.
He'll just wait right outside the door to see how this unfolds.]
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[At a much more sane hour and once the new areas are open, McBurn will definitely be exploring. He'll check out each room, but the ones he'll spend the most time in will be the gym and zero-gravity room
The gym is something he gets and obviously someone got the hint that some of them needed an open space to spar in. He's not familiar with the actual games meant to be played here. He'll try out throwing some of the balls. Hopefully no one is walking in as he does so since he throws with a rather large amount of force.
In the zero-gravity room he's more confused about it than anything else. He'll push the button eventually and then mess around with floating in there.]
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There is, however, Bolton banging a metal skillet against a baking sheet.]
RULE! NUMBER! THREE!
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Luckily for her it's only bouncing off the wall.
Not that she's still in the room. At some-point, mid-screech, she'd leap backwards out the door. She's still there, leaning against the wall.]
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Later in the day, he can be found in the art room trying to make portraits (although nowhere near artistic and more scientific) of a number of other Champions. Most notably, he seems to be studying anatomy in his art pieces, including paintings of Chitanda, the Griffin and Toby.
After "night" hits, he can finally be found in the diner. There, he picks at a greasy burger with fries and a chocolate shake. He doesn't seem to be doing well, no matter what.
All day, he is wearing the same emotionless expression he had during the entire afterparty. ]
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...Poor Yurika.
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He comes around the table on the left hand side, because at his height, leaning across or over a table would not be super great.]
Anything useful?
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She was just going to rush in grab what she needed. She even dips into a bow when entering, but she freezes when she stands again and spots him.]
I wasn't expecting anyone to be here so soon...
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[He'd hoped to maybe check over the crime scene again, see if the Overseers cleanup was as complete as it seemed, but hi Seth.]
Well. From anyone else, this'd be almost human. Can't wait to see how you're gonna ruin it.
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When she finds it isn't there, confusion sets in. One way to find out if she was ever branded is to try out some magic. Thankfully the second floor has a gym. Unfortunately a basketball is sacrificed to a Fire spell, the smell of burnt rubber in the room now.]
How... Only l'Cie should know magic...
[After that poor ball has been put out with a Blizzard spell, it was time for food. And the diner provided that food. This was going to be Light's favorite room for now. There's nothing better than chowing down on burgers and fries after a week of MRE's and whatever food that was served to them during mealtimes. This means good food all the time, right? Anyone who walks in can see Lightning with her food and five different milkshakes in front of her. She's set on trying them all while they're here.]
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Bwah! Fire! Get the extinguisher!
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GG: Screw it!
GG: Ask him out.
GG: Just kill the suspense already.
GG: Become boyfriends and such.
GG: Have some babies!!!
GT: Whoa now!
GT: Jane the decision to sire children with your best bro is not one to be taken lightly.
GG: Okay I think I have to go.
GG: I have this stupid game to play.
Thank goodness the PIP jolts her out of that obscenely mortifying exchange, and for a terrifying moment, she doesn't realize where she is - she was going to play the game, hadn't Dirk been helping her get set up to do that when Roxy pushed Jake in her direction and she just...botched everything?! But then she remembers - the chrome, the endless expanse of space, all the unusual people she'd met in the past week. Chitanda. It's...difficult to reconcile that all of this is still happening, especially after such a realistic dream, but that's the thing - was it really a dream? Jane thinks about it as she gets ready for the day, mulling over the events that came to her in the night, the inconsistencies in profiles...something was wrong here. There's no question that the actual event of being abducted to live in this place is a hole in her memory, but if there are more holes in hers than she can fully realize, then it must be the same for the others. There must be...a reason. A pattern?
If you pass through the cafeteria at breakfast, there's a note in cyan ink posted:
C&C Investigations will be holding meetings in Conference Room C until lunchtime.
I'd like to ask those of you willing to share about memories.
- Jane Crocker
PS: Mister Xander, you're more than welcome to come and take notes, but if you'd rather take the day for yourself I understand.
True to her word, Jane can be found in Conference Room C until noon, armed with her sketchbook of notes and a light blue pen to record things in. You might catch her writing down her own inconsistencies, or taking note of the new map on the PIP. After lunch? You'll find Jane on the new floor, having been immediately drawn by the promise of a music room. She'll give the place a cursory investigation and eye those recorders warily, but mostly she finds herself coming back to the piano present more than once, playing a haunting refrain from memory. She'll do requests if you're in the mood to hear something.]
Conference Room
I apologize for my... absence.
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(watch a tape of it be a motive)
Luckily he's exhausted enough that he manages to sleep even after that scare, his head barely hitting the pillow before he's out. He only has a scant few hours before the PIP wakes him back up, but this time he is grateful for it-
'I've made up my mind- I stand with Hoshido!'
And a more recent voice echo's along side it- 'The state of Nohr, as it currently stands, is at peace.']
Little Princess... gods, what have we done?
[He doesn't come out for breakfast at all. But eventually the drive that served him through 26 years of pressure wins out, and he lumbers outside. He looks like hell, curls all a-tangle, eyes blurry and decorated by dark circles. And his normal neutral scowl has evolved fully into a look of death- likely for anyone who tries to engage him in any way.
After a look through all the new rooms- he'd be more excited for the gym if he had the heart for it- he simply.... wanders about. In fact, you may find him in any of the available rooms, though he engages with none of them in any meaningful way. He is just... here, in case someone needs him.]
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some hallway idk (this tag is stupid and I'm sorry)
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First she makes her way to the diner and YEP THAT'LL DO IT THAT WAS WHAT SHE NEEDED. CHERRY PIE A LA MODE. A LA REAL ICE CREAM THAT ISN'T FREEZE-DRIED MODE. TODAY IS A BEAUTIFUL DAY.
Eventually, she'll move on. The gym seems like a good idea after all that pie. Not that she's ever... really been the most athletic type... but she can at least dribble a basketball and miss a few shots.]
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Come morning--morning, he's startled awake by a dream, short and vivid and perplexing. But it doesn't fade like a dream. He hits the shower early, though mostly just standing there getting damp than really washing until he snaps out of whatever reverie he's found himself in. (And when he's finished, yes, he does shake himself off not unlike a dog on two feet before rubbing himself down with a towel. Do you really want to make a comment on it? Do you?)
He only goes through the cafeteria in the morning in order to get to the new floor and check things out. Things he doesn't like the look of: that trash compactor. Things he does like the look of: the zero-g room, where he'll take some time to show off his skills at floating and spinning around with no gravity to pull him down. If he looks almost relaxed when he floats on by, well, maybe it's because he is. (Hey, it'll also help dry out damp fur!) The gym is also nice. It's not the length of the hallway, but he feels freer to run laps and jump around, kicking off walls, punching out bags, stuff like that. Shadow's only let people know about his speed, in case anyone is surprised by his acrobatics as well. He gives the impression he might be a decent fighter, at least.
The other rooms get poked into. The diner and the music room don't terribly interest him, but he's starting to realize the idea of documenting every item in every room in a reasonable manner is...no long reasonable. Damn.
Lunch is when he reappears on the first floor to grab something hot. He looks distracted. Distract him from his distraction? He also goes into the kitchen and grabs an armful of rations to put in his room. Don't ask questions. At least it's not knives. It's the library for him after, pulling basically a Seth but also pulling down a space cookbook. For reasons. (And also? Looking for any copies of...what had she called it...Desu Noto...?)
And then...other places through the rest of the day, fuck, just come at him bro. ALSO he's going to check on the unknown room and be perturbed! The paper Chitanda slid into the seal is on the floor--the door's been opened at some point! Who
Xandercould'veXanderopenedXanderit???]Zero-g room
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Michtam, Rennes-le-Chateau, Lord Heinlein, Yuriev, Uzuki, they're all out of place and lacking in context. Uzuki knows of Ormus, Dmitri Yuriev has returned and led the Federation to move in on Michtam with Omega and the Merkabah...both of which should belong to them. Heinlein, the new Patriarch, does nothing. Abel's Ark...a year ago? So much seems to have happened in the gap, and what he does remember barely makes sense.
People who catch him in the hallway will find him lost in thought, not reacting unless they address him directly. In the cafeteria, he eats in uncharacteristic silence. He doesn't even pay attention to any if the other rooms...until he finds the gym. There, he sets up one of the punching bags and gives it a thorough test, flaming punches and kicks sending it swinging a fair bit too hard for such a large bag of sand. It may not be wise to approach him until he finishes, unless you happen to be fireproof yourself.]
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Stay here with Burt!
Caleb, no!
I'll be straight back!
It was not a dream. She knows that for certain. It was a memory, and it ended with the horse throwing her and blackness swallowing her whole. When she wakes, she opens her mouth to scream, and then realizes she's sitting up in her bed and not lying on the forest floor. Her irrational mind still tells her to call for him. She must find Caleb. She must stop him from going further into the wood.
Instead, she takes a very long, very hot shower. Anyone who passes by can probably hear her muttering prayers, the words low and indistinct under the sound of running water.
She rationalizes that exploring the new rooms is hardly work in the same way that, say, pressing on further into the woods would be work, and as such will be acceptable. So she uses the teleporter, either with someone to be certain she won't make an error or, with trepidation, by herself, and she sets to examining each in turn. In one sense, it works as the distraction it was meant to be; she cannot forget Caleb, but as she goes on and sees more and more that is new to her she does begin to forget about the Sabbath.
In the music room, she spends time admiring all of the instruments, from the gleam of well-kept wood to the light reflecting off the metal flutes and brass, but she stops at the recorders. ]
Why ever have we so many?
[ In the diner, she gives a similar look-over to the jukebox, which backfires when her fiddling about ends up selecting a song and a strident WOMP WOMP WOMP WOMP WOMP (not the one you're thinking of) starts up. She stifles a squeak and beats a hasty retreat to the counter, where she sits on a stool, looks at the pies, looks at the menu, and sighs. The sight of someone else is welcome, and after greeting them she'll ask: ]
What would you choose?
[ Thankfully it's a while between her eating and her checking out the zero-gravity room, because she comes in to a.) someone else already using it and, more pertinently, b.) the gravity off. She's off immediately, and only barely manages to grab a handhold. Help? ]
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["If someone's collecting aliens, that makes you Exhibit A."
"This technology has been falling to Earth for centuries. All it took was the right mind to use it properly."
"The stuff of nightmares reduced to an exhibit. I'm getting old."
"You would make a good Dalek."]
[The Doctor is notably absent for most of the morning.]
[After lunchtime, he can be found in the library, pouring through a massive stack of books from all over the shelves. Fiction, non-fiction, he doesn't seem to be discriminating.]
[Later still, he's found the Zero-G room. He's... floating. Not doing anything, just floating, with his arms crossed and his legs mostly straight, expression pensieve but not seeming to focus on anything actually in the room.]
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Anyone who enters the Library will find that one of the study rooms have a large piece of paper pasted on the door. It says, in very big letters:
"PROPERTY OF BYAKUYA TOGAMI".
Anyone who tears off the paper will find the same message written directly on the door. He means it, this is his study room now. But of course he can't keep it locked all the time, so...it's accessible.
Anyone who enters will find there are a couple pens on the table, a short stack of papers, and a whiteboard covered in another bedsheet. The paper on top of the stack says: 'PROPERTY OF BYAKUYA TOGAMI. DO NOT READ'. Anyone who looks underneath that paper will find that every sheet underneath has been filled with writing.
When he's not in the study room he just claimed as his turf, Togami is sitting in the Library, reading as usual. However, once he judges everyone checked the new floor, he'll go do his own investigation. There's not much that interests him, but the music room...
...that actually gets his attention. Anyone who enters can find him checking the instruments with knowledgeable eye, sometimes testing them to see how they sound]
...where do they keep the sheet music?
[It doesn't seem like there's any?]
you know where
we're making this happen
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Music Room TIME TO START A BAND
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The statement wasn't a question. Kurumi had touched her hand gently. Don't be silly, it did. I wouldn't be here otherwise.
Don't go anywhere, okay...?
The rest of the conversation continued until Yuuri had yelled at both of them for being out so late. The dream ('I don't intend to.' 'It's not a matter of whether you want to or not!') had stuck with even as she groggily starts exploring the second floor even before getting breakfast at the cafeteria.
She first stops at the diner. There's a lot of choices but--wow. There's actual food here. Kurumi's not as excited as she might have been a few days ago. She just picks something simple for breakfast (pancakes and sausage, seems like this is just western food) and some hot chocolate before slumping into a seat. She doesn't really talk until she finishes. It takes her a long while to do so, though.
Later she heads to the gym. There's no work out equipment but she can at least start doing laps again. She can be found just running around the edges of the court for some time.
At last, she'll be in front of the trash compactor. Something about it gives her the willies. She'll just...stare at it.]
shoves these losers in the trash
where they belong
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Early morning - cafeteria
Except she reacts to the doors open too quickly for that. Moving her hands to her lap and shifting so she's sat properly. She doesn't say anything. She just silently looks at whoever walked in, then decides the table is more interesting.]
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Robotically, as if habit were moving her limbs in place of her mind, she takes her morning meal and sits down at one of the tables. She doesn't eat, though, staring down at her food with that same empty expression.]