week 2

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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.]

Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday


[ooc: welcome to week 2, everyone! Check-in has begun and don't forget to submit your memory regains!]

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MONDAY

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[fatherofsin]

[ When everyone comes for breakfast this morning, they will find that portraits have been hung around the cafeteria. There is a portrait for each person, although they're more painted technical drawings than anything else. They'll be hung around the cafeteria in the same order as Seth recalls the podiums being. Chitanda's portrait has been visibly slashed, whereas the Griffin's and Toby's have been stretched on their canvas after they were painted. The others are all intact and just fine. He can be found eating like nothing is wrong--in an infinitely better mood than the day before.

Later in the day, he'll return to the library and pour over books there once more. He only breaks for lunch and dinner by eating in the diner. Lunch is a delicious burger and fries with a chocolate milkshake and some cherry pie. For dinner, he has a BLT with fries and another chocolate milkshake and this time, chocolate pie. ]

Cafeteria

[cyan_maid]

[Gee, stopping dead in her tracks at the presence of those paintings - especially those of the dead - sure is a think Jane's doing. Good thing she didn't have anything in her hands when she saw them, or she might've dropped it.

Since the Griffin and Chitanda's portraits are right next to each other, it's easiest to see the stretching and the slashes side-by-side, mouth open in horror.]

O-Oh...my God...what the heck is this?!

cafeteria

[ratherdoweddings]

I told you this was unnecessary and disgusting. Why did you still do it?

Breakfast

[imnotfat]

[Togami was going to the teleporter, but hey, there are portraits here. They're acceptable in quality and he has nothing to object to that]

I guess it'll be up to me to deface yours once your death comes.

[Because you're not endearing yourself to anyone, just like Togami isn't. Wonder if Seth and Togami would survive to the end?]

breakfast

[bylight]

[These pictures... Lightning looks at each one in turn, her eyes pausing on Chitanda's longer than the others.]

Did you have to hang them where we eat?

[As messed up as they are, she can't tell someone not to do this. Just... be more tasteful about it.]

cafeteria

[yukionna]

[ Oh, someone just skyrocked to the top of her shitlist. Rukia slams a hand on the table in front of him, not particularly caring if she's interrupting his breakfast. ]

What the hell is wrong with you? Don't you have any sense of decency at all?

cafeteria

[almightyconflagration]

[McBurn isn't too pleased to see a portrait of sorts of him. Last thing he wants is to be immortalized in such a manner.

He'll just walk up to his own and make some fire appear while his hand is near it and oops, it just caught on fire. Once it's ash, the flames just happen to up and disappear if any remain.]

Cafeteria

[overears]

[She just kind of stares at hers, for a long time.

Finally, she speaks--]

I've never had someone paint me wearing clothes before. [what.]

[refusedtoleave]

This is what you were going to do with them? [Honestly she's too confused to react properly at the moment.]

breakfast

[kingshaming]

[After he eats Xander ends up looking over each of the paintings, lingering over Chitanda's for longer then the others. He looks at his own last]

Hmm, I'm surprised you got my nose right.

breakfast

[decarded]

[Angelica doesn't seem particularly perturbed by the paintings ringing the cafeteria. In fact, she all but ignores them. Once she has picked up her food, though, on her way to find a seat, her steps slow to a stop in front of one particular portrait.

Her own.

She's silent for a long moment, but finally, she murmurs:]

...My chin is wrong.

Breakfast

[stitch_in_time]

[You know, sometimes the Doctor really hates being right. But congratulations, you've actually rendered him speechless for a few seconds. Not many can say that, Seth.]

...No.

[Yeah, he's just gonna move to take down the defaced portraits, starting with Chitanda's.]

Meeting time!

[kingshaming]

[Like clockwork, there's a note in the cafeteria:]

Meeting after Lunch. Please bring your own refreshments.

-Xander

[It's certainly shorter and to the point then last time- though that might be because he had to stare down the paintings in order to post it. Or maybe some left over foul mood from yesterday. Either way, he's with his whiteboard just like the week before

...he seems to have been waiting a bit cuz there's a small doodle on the corner of the board along side his talking points (dreams, sleeping outside the dorms, the trial) that looks like a black cat with abnormally long upright ears, like a rabbit's, with the tips of the tail and ears left white]

If that's everyone, I'm assuming you've all had the dreams?

[cyan_maid]

[The doodle is certainly nice to look at, if nothing else. Jane's got her notes on her meetings from yesterday.]

It seems to be a definite trend among us - upon waking up on Sunday, we all had some sort of real, detailed dream that falls more in line with real-life logic than it does a dream. As outlandish as it may seem, I believe that these dreams might not be dreams at all - they are our memories. [A pause, as she lets that settle in.] There is a trend of our current memories having holes already, isn't there? From the profile inconsistencies to what the Overseers know about us...there are certainly things that have happened to us that we simply can't access at the moment.

[curdle]

[ Thomasin has a sketchbook and pencil with her, though the contents are probably less than informative. It takes a while before she trusts herself to speak without sounding too emotional. ]

I've noticed... each seems to end with my falling asleep. [ Or getting knocked unconscious by a horse. ] 'Twas the last thing I remembered when I woke hither, and yestermorn was the same. Is't the same for any person else?

[ And then, close to the end of the meeting, she has something even tougher to ask of them. ]

While we are still here, [ oh god oh man ] I would ask...

[ She decides to just spit it out. ]

I want to learn to read.

[bylight]

[What is wrong with that cat? Cats are supposed to have stubby little ears and really long tails.... what was wrong with the cats in all of these peoples worlds?]

Not a dream. A memory. [Light's hand moves up to her chest.] I know it's a memory. I could use magic in the memory, and when I went to the gym yesterday, I confirmed it. [Poor basketball.] I also remembered names and faces of my friends... the only thing that doesn't make sense is that there's something missing that should have come along with those memories. Something I came here without.

[fatherofsin]

Indeed. I would say we've all obtained one of our missing memories. Further incentive, I am guessing, to commit murder. Surviving sees one returned--or maybe all of them if you get away with it.

[ At least he seems to not be completely dead inside as he was before. ]

[yukionna]

[ Oh no, a bunnycat........Rukia is going to be absently doodling those in her sketchpad while she talks. WHAT OTHER SORT OF CUTE ANIMALS IS YOUR WORLD HIDING, XANDER. ]

I had a...remembrance, as well. But that seems to be a consensus among us.

More pressingly, I wanted to ask if any of you would be on board with some sort of funeral service for Chitanda and the others. [ Although she only names Chitanda, her tone is surprisingly neutral. As much as she hated what Toby did, he still deserved his rites. ] Misumaru, you mentioned it to Xander, right?

I know a bit about human last rites from my duties, but if anyone could share theirs, I'd be grateful.

[almightyconflagration]

I'm more annoyed by the rude awakening after it. All of you might want to be aware that Bolton thinks gunshots are a great way to wake someone up.

[Though sadly no one but McBurn got to hear that since it was in the media room which is soundproof.]

[misplacedxsheath]

I have, a week's worth of events set one year after my previous latest memory. It aligns with the mistake on my profile.

[Judging from his tense tone, that weren't pleasant events.]

[tasteslikesurvival]

[She slips in rather late, honestly, with one cup of coffee from the diner in one hand and a book (a copy of The Dark Tower) in another. She winces a little at the taste of the coffee but, hey. It's supposed to make you mature looking, right?]

Sorry--my dream wasn't really exciting.

[voltrounds]

Mine involved meeting a person who was only rumored to exist. I don't think I could have imagined her appearance.

[stitch_in_time]

Yeah, maybe a day's worth of memories, out of nowhere.

[Maybe a few hours, maybe a day. One Daleksworth of time.]

There's still gaps, though, it definitely wasn't immediately after the last thing I remembered before wakin' up here. Anyone else got that?

[refusedtoleave]

[Once again, Natsuhi can be found before the morning alert has even gone off. Though this time, instead of the cafeteria, she's in the library.

With a stack of paper stolen from the art room, she's been making cranes. Judging by the amount on the table she's been there for a while.]